In the middle of the Tartar camp near the riverbank, Boyan's large tent of the Chinese army was very conspicuous, it was a yurt the size of a castle. The golden wolf's head carved vividly on the front of the tent is the symbol of the tribe of the eight neighboring tribes of Mongolia to which he belongs.

At this moment, in the big tent, there were seven or eight generals dressed as Han army kneeling, and Dong Wenbing, the governor of the political department, also stood aside with his head down. Around him, there were four or five Han army households, namely Shi Ge, Jia Wenbei, He Wei, Zhang Rongshi, Xie Ruji and others, but there was not a single Mongolian or Semu person.

"Everyone, please get up, what a crime, look at today, everyone has merit." Boyan walked down with a long smile, helped up the thousands of Han soldiers who were kneeling on the ground one by one, and carefully soothed them, and everyone in the tent relaxed their original worries.

These Han army thousands of households are all in the siege of the city today with huge losses and they came back alive, although they expected that Boyan would not be killed, but so gently let go and said gently, but it was beyond the expectations of everyone in the account. Dong Wenbing also raised his head suspiciously, but Boyan still glanced at him with a smile on his face.

"I won't hide it from you, today's battle, if you want to say that there has been, this commander is to blame. The enemy's weapons are sharp, the city is high and the pool is deep, and it all depends on everyone to fight to the death, and there is no need to blame yourself. When he is ready for war, he will only be able to break through the city. Boyan's words were meaningless in Dong Wenbing's ears, but they were not obvious on his face, and he still listened respectfully.

Lu Wenhuan in the corner tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, but when Boyan's gaze swept over him, Lu Wenhuan still felt that he had stopped here for a moment. Helpless, he had to squeeze out a smile in response, only to feel that Boyan's seemingly warm expression was full of sarcasm.

Because it was almost a one-touch collapse, Lu Wenhuan's loss was not large, more than half of every thousand households in this account were lost, and some people were almost spared. Lu Wenhuan's heart was a little empty, for fear that the big man would end up killing him, seeing that Boyan no longer noticed him, he hurriedly moved a few steps to the side and hid his figure in the shadow of the candle.

After some persuasion, Boyan sent everyone out of the tent, and before getting on the horse, Dong Wenbing glanced back, Boyan was still smiling and nodding frequently, and then stopped the idea of turning back. Lu Wenhuan hurriedly saluted with a group of people, and quickly got on his horse and left almost as if he had fled.

"Marshal, do you want to fire again tonight?" Buber had actually been waiting outside the tent for a long time, and when he saw the Han generals being sent away, he stepped forward and asked cautiously. Today, the Huihui artillery did not support much for the siege, and Boyan's dissatisfaction was almost written on his face.

"No need, tell those craftsmen to be more prepared and listen to orders at any time, you have worked hard, go down and rest." Boyan looked at the dark shadow of the city in the distance, and said without looking back. When Buber heard this, he only felt that his tone was very flat, and he could not distinguish between joy and anger. He answered, bowed, and turned to his tent.

The night was like water, and the river wind blew the banner on the big house to hunt, and Boyan's heart was indeed a little disappointed, and it was not entirely because he did not capture the city. He is a person who knows the soldiers, and he knows that the possibility of a big city like this being conquered overnight is very small, but today's attack was because it was not planned, so he lost so many people, which made Bo Yan a little annoyed.

What to do next, he hasn't completely thought about it, it's just that it must not be like today, it must be suppressed from beginning to end, the bows and crossbows of the Song people are too sharp, which makes the condescending defenders very advantageous. Besides, if you can't attack by force, there are many other ways.

Boyan can afford the loss of 12,000 people, not to mention that those are all Han Chinese, so today he did not blame those generals, killing one and setting an example for a hundred is enough. In the future siege war, we have to count on these people to help, and it is really difficult to persecute too much.

Even as a Mongol, he had to admire the fighting power of these Han Chinese, and many times, he saw these people follow one another, stepping on the corpses of their companions under the blows of arrows and stones, and stubbornly planting their banners on the head of the city. Such a country would be far from conquerable by the Mongols alone.

Boyan feels that his thinking has become closer and closer to those Han people, what soldiers are not tired of cheating, it is better to make merit than to use it, and to buy people's hearts and minds in a fake way, as well as the so-called art of war of those Han people, have made him use it perfectly, when did he start to fall to the bottom? Boyan shook his head in confusion and turned to walk into his big tent.

Behind the Longguang Gate in the west of Jiankang City, several volunteers carried the corpses towards the temporary chemical field in the city, and the messy clothes showed that these people were all new recruits, and they had moved back and forth many times, from the initial nausea and wanted to vomit to now they didn't feel anything.

"It's a shame that I ate a few more bowls of rice before, otherwise I would have been asked to eat some, and it would be hard to swallow." A middle-aged Yiyong muttered as he walked. Although the food provided by the volunteers is not as rich as the vegetables and meat of the defenders, it is also quite fulfilling, and at the end of the day, there is no problem with being full.

"It's not, the Tartars are really desperate, but in one day, so many people died, I'm afraid it's not less than two or three thousand, right?" The person who answered looked lean, but it was easy to carry the corpse.

"There are many outside this gate, a certain party just took a look at the city, my mother, fill the moat, I'm afraid there will be no less on the moat, the appearance of these people, looking not very old, how can they not be afraid of death." The man next to him walked over with another corpse and glanced over to this side.

"Hey, what Tartars, I heard that Tartars are all full of flesh and fierce looks, these people look like they are from the Northland" The middle-aged Yiyong didn't finish speaking, just shook his head, and the man with his feet behind the corpse on the side raised his eyes suddenly, revealing a trace of imperceptible light, and then lowered his head and walked slowly in silence.

On the list of volunteers registered by the city's Chinese officials, the name of the Han is called Xie Er, a native of Huangchi Town, Dangtu County, Taiping Prefecture. But in his heart, he has a name to be proud of, Xie Chenggui. The son and son of the Dayuan Navy and the 100,000 households of the Han Army, he is the northerner in the mouth of the middle-aged volunteers.

Xie Gongzi fell to this point, but most of it was out of his own volition, and he originally sneaked into Dangtu County with people in disguise to get a glimpse of the truth. Who knew that after the Song people cleaned up the rout here, they immediately went down the river, and most of the people in the county followed. He was really a little unwilling to return in vain, and the idea of doing miraculous feats made him follow the people all the way into this Jiankang City.

There were five other cronies who had entered the city with him, and now they had all been recruited into the Volunteer Warriors, although they had not yet been given any vital positions. But now that he is here, Xie Er has a big ambition, and he will definitely do something to let himself see Lao Tzu, and what about the concubine, he is bleeding his blood.

After entering Yiyong, Xie Er instructed his subordinates to rein in their edges, and even to say as little as possible, so as not to expose flaws. Every day, several people honestly stayed in the original forbidden army camp, under the guidance of several leaders, did some simple exercises, and when the war started, they went to do the things of moving and lifting.

After a few days, the reality of Ximen's side has been exhausted in his heart, the number of guards, ordnance and equipment, and even the names of generals and morale, all of them have been explored. Don't look at the closed city gates, if you really want to find a way out of the city, it's not impossible, let's just say that now, the defenders at the head of the city are all asleep except for a few sentinels, but the second thought is not only that.

Carrying the corpse to the chemical field, the enemy will naturally be incinerated on the spot, but the defenders will have to be carefully restrained, waiting for the family to come and say goodbye. Looking at the sky-high flames burning in the crematorium, Xie Er's face was cloudy, and the unpleasant smell wafting everywhere didn't seem to be on his heart at all.

After cleaning up the city, when the volunteers returned to the camp, it was already very late at night, and Xie Er strangely found that the camp was crowded and lively. Encountering his own subordinates who had blended in with another group of volunteers, the man pointed to a place in the camp surrounded by everyone with his eyes, nodded imperceptibly, and staggered to that side.

It was a bulletin board with a notice, and a scribe-like man was explaining to the volunteers who were gathered in front of it. Xie Er knew the words, so he ignored him, and looked at the notice, which was issued in the name of Yuan Hong, the head of the township soldiers, and the content was to incorporate a volunteer into the township soldiers and participate in the defense of the north gate.

Xie Er had seen Yuan Hong a few times, and he also knew that he was stationed at the north gate with the township soldiers, and the army outside the city did not attack the gate, which made him a little anxious. Blend in with the village soldiers and wait for an opportunity at the north gate? Xie Er had an idea, but he didn't make a move right away, but thought about it carefully before walking towards the other end.

There were also quite a few people at the other end of the camp, a long table, and several scribes were registering. Not all the volunteers want to be soldiers, many of them just want to eat together, and some of them originally had ideas, but when they saw the tragic situation at the head of the city, they couldn't help but drum in their hearts.

"Wang Goudang, I want to join the township soldiers, can you help me write it down." Xie Er squeezed through the crowd and said to a scribe that this person was the one who registered him as a volunteer at that time, and he was a nodding friend.

"You are Xie Er, I remember that it was on the side of the Fire Word Camp, and the ones that were levied today were all the volunteers of the Golden Word Camp, and it was not your turn for the time being, so wait for it." The scribe Wang flipped through the booklet, looked at Xie Er's camp number, and looked up to answer him.

"So that I know that the little one has some strength since he was a child, and now is the time to use it, can he do it." According to the order, there were thousands of people lined up in front of him, when would it be his turn, Xie Er unconsciously felt a little anxious.

"You guy, but you also understand the reason, but this is in the army, the law and discipline are above, Wang can only act like this. But if there is a chance, someone will remember you, don't be in a hurry, this war still has to be fought. Wang Shuyi got up and patted Xie Er's shoulder, and said earnestly, it is rare to have an active person, and this heart is still worthy of praise.

Inexplicably became an advanced model, Xie Er couldn't cry or laugh, what he said just now is enough, say more, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be heard by someone who cares about his Northland accent that he is trying to hide. Xie Er had to pretend to be grateful and reluctantly left the long table.