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For more than ten days in a row, Boyan waved his army and attacked wildly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Gegen and Huo, who had always secretly complained about Boyan's overly cautious use of troops, finally saw the strong side of the old general, and it only took twelve days for him to beat three complete teams of 10,000 people, and several commanders who tried to retain their strength were cowardly and were beheaded by Boyan himself. Two tens of thousands of households, one tens of thousands of households, was forced by him to lead his own soldiers to rush to the opponent's camp and never returned.

The huge sacrifice made the generals who were accustomed to seeing the blood of themselves and the enemy weak, and after so many years of fighting, they had never seen such a tragic battle. The Mongol warriors were forced to sacrifice their lives by the heavy rewards and the warlords, and the defenders on the hillsides with rudimentary weapons became more and more courageous. Every general who withdrew from the front line dared to guarantee that his brothers had hacked at least twice as many of the Song people to death, but the battle flag of the Great Song stood still in front of them.

If Chen Hangyan's suggestion to the Eastern Expedition had come from someone else, Boyan could have used his authority and relationship with Kublai Khan to persuade him to abandon this dangerous move. But this strategy was proposed by Kublai Khan himself, and Boyan was well aware of the Great Khan's temperament. His Majesty the Emperor will never allow anyone to question his own decision. Moreover, it will take at least five days to deliver the letter from Jiangnan West Road to Shandong. Within ten days of going back and forth, as long as Kublai Khan's 300,000 troops came into contact with Chen Hang's eyes, it would inevitably be a situation of no end. If Kublai Khan could quickly eat Chen Hang's eyes, the development of events was still expected by Boyan. In the event that the attack of the Great Army was frustrated, with Kublai Khan's face-loving character, he would definitely continue the war at all costs, even if it affected the entire southern expedition.

However, Boyan was not at all sure whether Kublai Khan could quickly solve Chen Hangyan. The Song people have changed, and they no longer look like the Song people. Boyan clearly remembered the scene of his first southern expedition when the military generals of the Great Song Dynasty Wenchen surrendered to the wind. At that time, except for a very small number of backbone people such as Li Tingzhi, most of the Song people, from the queen mother, the prime minister to the ordinary people, only trembled before the military might of the Mongolian army, and they could not resist at all. On the battlefield, it was common for a Mongol warrior to hunt down dozens of Song soldiers, and even a few hundred Mongol soldiers could slaughter a small city with a population of tens of thousands. This time, the same group of Song people rushed to his horse with hoes, wooden sticks and kitchen knives. The body is as weak as the clothes, and the courage embodied in the body is very different from the previous one.

"If they could summon one-tenth of their courage this time last time, the Great Song Dynasty would never be on the verge of extinction!" Privately, Boyan thought this more than once. He was very confused about what means Wen Tianxiang used to make Song people ignore life and death for him, a little money? Probably not, otherwise the envoys sent by the Mongols would not have been cut off without saying anything about the low-level generals of the other party with gold.

So what is it for? Boyan couldn't answer. But he clearly knows one thing, with such brave people, even if he really takes Fuzhou in one go, Jiangnan will not be peaceful. Those who rebelled would continue to fight in any corner of the Mongol defenses until the last breath of their lives.

Watuguan, the golden drum is in a hurry.

Boyan picked up the love general, and tens of thousands of Gegen personally rushed to the front line. The Mongols, under his command, lined up one after another.

Ladders, battering rams, artillery, powder canisters, the attackers used all the tools they could find, while the defenders were still as strong as a rock, smashing the Mongol army to pieces again and again.

Black-crushed feathered arrows blew up the walls like the wind, tearing everything they stood on. On the city wall, bricks and stones were splashed, hot broken arrows flashed with cold light, and poisonous snakes scurried back and forth. The soldiers hiding behind the battlements were constantly being shot by the bulleting arrows, and fell down screaming.

The blood, slowly spreading along the wall, flowed down the already black cement wall, and slowly merged into a stream.

A large hand stained with human blood clinged to the edge of the city wall, and before the defenders could raise their heads, the owner of the hand had already reached out half of his body, and with a wave of his scimitar, he cut down the farmer in front of him.

Two, three, four, a small group of Mongol warriors, under the cover of bows and arrows, climbed from a dead end to the top of the city. Immediately there were cheers under the city walls, and countless red-eyed warriors shouted at the top of their voices: "Cut, clean the city." Take control of the city. Blow up, blow up the city wall, blow up the gap. ”

Immortal Heaven bless the Mongols....." The Mongol warriors shouted, continuing to expand the breakthrough.

"Changshengtian is not your domestic pig!" Zhang Wanan scolded and rushed into the Mongolian warriors with a sword. A small group of broken troops, followed by more than 20 volunteers.

The narrow walls could only accommodate three men to fight, and the others, armed with weapons, saw their companions fall, and immediately did not hesitate to go up.

Zhang Wan'an took two steps forward, and a Mongol warrior on the front and on the outside was cut down the wall. The soldier of the Broken Army standing on the inside let out a ** and slowly knelt on the head of the city. Two Mongolian warriors embraced at the same time, stepping on the corpses of their companions to fight Zhang Wanan. On the flanks, a young volunteer replaced the wounded soldier of the Broken Army, protecting half of Zhang Wanan's body.

The body that eats chaff is not as good as that of a professional robber, and the young volunteers are not strong enough, so they are forced to be in a hurry, and after a while, the leather armor is stained with blood. He was in pain, but he refused to let Zhang Wanan be besieged, gritted his teeth and fought without retreating. The Mongol warrior made a bluff move, causing his body to lose his balance, and then the scimitar slashed into his shoulder.

"Ahh Yi Yong let out a scream, and hot blood spurted wildly along the knife edge. At the moment of his fall, his hand grasped the blade that had sunk into his shoulder. The Mongolian warrior drew his sword with all his might, bringing the young and brave body up. Righteous Courage shook and struggled, and suddenly jumped up, and in the cruel laughter of the Mongols, he rolled off the wall with his opponent in his arms.

"Pillars!" Zhang Wanan let out a mournful roar. He only met that Yiyong yesterday, and he even pointed out a few knife moves with his own fingers, and today he watched him die in front of his eyes. After a little distraction, the Mongolian warrior opposite him got a chance, and the scimitar spun half a way, heading straight for Zhang Wanan's neck.

"Dang!" Zhang Wan'an, with his trained instincts, erected the Broken Blade and blocked the Mongol warrior's mortal blow. Without waiting for the opponent to withdraw the knife, he raised his knee and pressed it hard under the opponent's crotch. The Mongolian warrior let out a miserable cry and took half a step back, and Zhang Wanan twisted his knife in a step, and the broken blade slashed through his opponent's open mouth.

"Poof!" Half of a person's head flew into the air, red, white, gushing out, splashing Zhang Wan'an's face all over at once. The Breaker General didn't wipe the stains off his face at all, and roared on.

"Poke them down!

"Work harder, let the Tartars look at my big Song boy!" The soldiers of the Broken Prisoners and the Volunteers rushed forward and took advantage of the space cut by Zhang Wan'an with his sword to start a group fight against the Mongolian warriors at the head of the city. Moments later, the Mongol warriors on the walls were slashed to the ground.

"If you go up to five hundred-strong teams, even if you use corpses today, you will level the city for me!" Gegen roared with his sword from within range of his arrow. For more than ten days in a row, he did not make any achievements in front of the small Watu Pass, and the self-esteem of the military general stimulated him to never give up.

Five Mongol hundred-man teams rushed forward again, and the ladder was erected and was pushed down by the defenders at the head of the city. The Mongol archers who were in charge of the cover immediately blocked the city, killing all the volunteers who had not had time to dodge. Taking advantage of the fact that the new wave of volunteers did not catch up, the Mongol warriors seized the ladder and climbed to the top of the city. The archers, who were in charge of covering, saw that their men were going up and had to stop shooting. At this moment, the volunteers who had fallen on the city wall got up one after another, and with feathered arrows, staggered and pounced on the Mongolian warriors, exchanging their lives for their lives.

Zhang Wanan led a team of elite soldiers to rush back and forth in the city, and wherever there was danger, he grabbed it. The Broken Blade had cut through the gap, and the enemy army was still flowing, and groups of Mongols shouted frantically, piling up corpses on steps and rushing to the walls.

"Immortal Heaven bless the Mongols!" The Mongol warriors shouted, killed and retreated, and rushed again. Heavy infantry in front, protecting the light infantry. Light infantry worked in small squads and lifted tall ladders.

"Immortal Heaven bless the Mongols!" At the end of the line, the archers stood in a horizontal formation, ready to shoot the enemy troops who were outcropping from the walls.

Someone kept falling under the wall, and someone was taking over. The chant of immortality resounded on the battlefield again, and the Mongol warriors reverently raised their scimitars and rushed to their deaths.

"Immortal Heaven bless the Mongols, he gives us life....... Several soldiers climbed the ladder, stepped onto the top of the city, and slashed their scimitars into the bodies of the defenders. Immediately, they were also stabbed over by the sharpened bamboo poles, and fell down screaming.

"He made the grass crawl all over the hillside...... Mongolian archers sang long tunes and poured their thick feathered arrows behind the city walls. Countless volunteers who had just arrived were caught off guard, and before they could fight, they were shot into hedgehogs.

"Immortal Heaven bless the Mongols, and make the whole world our pasture...... in the song, rows of warriors are shot down by the bows and arrows of the defenders like they are cutting grain.

Changshengtian seemed to be sad for the tragic killing of this world, and the continuous drizzle unconsciously turned into a torrential downpour. The rain whipped the city walls, but it couldn't wash away the blood stains on them.

A small group of Breaker soldiers pushed open the crumbling gates and rushed to the base of the walls. The Broken Blade flew up and down, cutting down the samurai guarding the ladder. The ladder creaked and fell, killing the Mongol warrior who was struggling to climb.

The broken gate closed again, and the soldiers of the Broken Army, who had no intention of withdrawing from the city, turned around and rushed into the ranks of the Mongols, like a wave in the sea, swallowed up in the blink of an eye.

In the praise of the immortal heaven, the blood flowed into a river under the tile soil pass.

On the ruined wall of Watu Pass, a team of farmers with hoes and kitchen knives calmly ground Mongolian warriors twice as thick as themselves. No fear, no regrets.

In the 300 years since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, it was once a paradise for scholars and "elites", and the imperial court has never taken any responsibility for the grass people. Therefore, the last time Meng Yuan went south, most of the people could not remember to do any obligations for the imperial court.

Replacing the scholars and elites at the head with the Mongols is just a matter of paying taxes in another place for the common people. is the same as being a slave, and doing it to the Mongols is no different from doing it to the Han people.

The Metropolitan Governor's Office ruled the country for dozens of months, but it gave the people property, rights and dignity that they had never had. The people of China know best how to be grateful, if you pay a drop of water for him, he will repay you the whole sea.

In the face of foreign enemies, the same group of people showed different courage. Because, at this moment, they are guarding their home.

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