In fact, Liu Yu's love is easily swayed by the scene, and he is far from being able to achieve the realm of joy and anger. Therefore, he can not only decide the fate of hundreds of defeated soldiers with a seemingly cold sentence, but also cry bitterly for the fate of an ancient person who was originally written in the book.

Looking at this depressed young man, Wang Lixin was very emotional, he was still studying hard in a remote mountain village at his age. What is rare is that although this person has already experienced some things, he still basically retains a pure heart.

"Ziqing, Zhao Yuanfu's move, seeking benevolence, and living up to the expectations of his ancestors, it is not your responsibility, why be so unhappy." Wang Lixin took a sip of the teacup, savoring the taste, he and Zhao Kui did not have much intersection, it could only be regarded as general, but Zhao Huai's expression in the city was still very appreciated by him.

Hearing Wang Lixin's words, Liu Yu could only smile bitterly, he had indeed written, it was Zhao Huai himself who wanted to guard the silver tree. The Song guards who had never seen the Tartars either surrendered or fled when they heard the news, or they blindly attacked and fought a field battle with the Tartars, and none of them could win in the end.

With a fierce general like Jiang Cai, there are not many direct victories, at most he can be called a daring battle. But each defeat will deal a heavy blow to the morale of the army, thus becoming a vicious circle.

This time, although Jiang Cai's operation out of the city was successful, this kind of risky thing will definitely not be done again in the future. The cavalry is precious, Liu Yu can't afford to lose, and good steel must be used on the blade.

"Ziqing, you have been like this five times three times, Boyan is afraid that he has been provoked, and next, it will definitely be a stormy attack. As the commander-in-chief, you can't have any other ideas, only if you are determined to be iron, can you lead the whole city to persevere. ”

Wang Lixin's words were as plain as water, but there was some sternness in Liu Yu's ears. Liu Yu restrained his expression and bowed solemnly to the old man, Wang Lixin nodded, waved his hand and let him leave on his own.

"Fortunately, as soon as the morning dawn got up, the spies found their traces, these people actually dared to fly the banner of the Great Song Dynasty, when we rushed out, one of the deputy leaders was so frightened that he lay on the ground and kept shouting, 'Grandpa Dayuan'."

In Liu Yu's own mansion, Jiang Cai shook his head as he spoke, there was really nothing to say about the whole battle, there was no killing or hurting anyone, except for those who were too frightened to move, everyone scattered with a bang.

The only battle occurred on the way back, and there was a skirmish with a team of Tartar scouts, but the crowd bullied the widows and attacked back and forth, and the casualties on their side still amounted to more than ten people, and they could not help but admit the toughness of the Tartars.

"How is the saber, is it easy to use?" Liu Yu is more concerned about this, as an experiment, the first batch of only a few dozen was built, this is the first actual battle, of course he wants to know the result.

"Very good, if possible, I hope that the cavalry can wear one, this knife has a very good steel edge, and a certain and a Tartar leader split each other, but the knife only broke a small hole, and the man was almost cut in two by a certain knife and a person with a knife."

Jiang Cai's tone was a little excited, in addition to being sharp, it is very convenient for cavalry to use this knife for training, and it can not fall behind when dealing with scimitar-based tartars. Liu Yu nodded after listening, this is expected, not everyone has Jiang Cai's martial arts, if you want to improve your combat power, you can only rely on good equipment to make up for it.

Most of the Tartars were light horsemen, and their fighting style was mainly to shoot and fly kites, and in the battle of Ain Zarut, the heavily armored Mamluk cavalry had almost wiped out the Mongols. Of course, Liu Yu has no conditions to do this, he can't find a suitable high-load war horse.

After sending Jiang Cai away, Liu Yu was about to go out to the west gate to inspect, and as soon as he walked into the courtyard, he saw a sad golden pheasant slave coming in from outside, holding a roll of paper-like things in his hand.

Liu Yu took it and opened it to take a look, and found that there was a poem written on it, and he couldn't help but look at the golden pheasant slave suspiciously.

"This was found from the corpse of Zhao Yun's envoy outside the city, after nightfall, taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the Tartars, some water-based forbidden troops opened the door and swam across the moat, and snatched back a few corpses, this paper was found at that time."

The voice of the golden pheasant slave was a little low, and Liu Yu keenly noticed that she was talking about "several" instead of "two".

"Who else but him?" There were a total of four corpses outside the city, could it be that they even snatched back the Tartars?

"There are also two women, both of whom committed suicide by Zhao Yun's side, and they are really chaste martyrs." The golden pheasant slave sobbed and said.

Liu Yu suddenly realized that these were Zhao Huai's two concubines, both of whom were not humiliated because of their righteousness, and after Zhao Huai's death, they both committed suicide after collecting the bones for him. And because of such behaviors, it can be listed in the Song Dynasty Martyr's Biography, which can be regarded as a strange story.

Now, now that it has been looted into the city, it is time to be cremated, which is also a wartime rule, and in order to prevent the plague, the remains of all fallen soldiers will be cremated and buried.

The ashes of Zhao Huai and others were enshrined in the hall of Dajue Temple in the city, and when Liu Yu rushed with the golden pheasant slave, Hu Sanxing, Ye Yingji and others who learned the news were already there, and the three of them looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"Zhao Yun makes the eternal times, the war is disorderly, and when he wins a great victory, a certain will offer the head of the Tartar in front of the public seat to comfort the spirit of the sky." Liu Yu lit the sandalwood and silently swore that the golden pheasant slave also lit an incense stick on each of the tablets of the two women on the side.

After the sacrifice was completed, Liu Yu handed over Zhao Huai's desperate poem to the two, and after reading it, both of them looked up to the sky and sighed. Death with generosity is easy to say, but how many people can do it when it comes.

On the second day of Jiankang Street, the sky was drizzling, and the whole city was shrouded in smoke and rain, which took away the dust on the road, and the air became clean and fresh.

"Dear Jiankang people, good morning, it's broadcast time, and the first thing to broadcast for you is the latest battle report." Yinghong's voice sounded on time, but the content was somewhat unusual, the people knew that the Tartars were besieging the city, but they didn't know exactly how they were fighting.

"Yesterday, the first part of our army successfully destroyed the Tartar grain convoy near the stone mountain, burned more than 20,000 stone of military rations, killed more than 10 Tartars, and suffered few casualties of its own." The content is processed, and it is generally true, but the specific process is not necessarily.

"Again, my Jiangdong Road Zhao Transit Envoy and Zhu Du led the army to meet the Tartar Brigade near Lishui, after a fierce battle, after giving a large number of casualties to the enemy, due to being outnumbered, most of them died heroically, Zhao Yun Envoy and Zhu Du were wounded and captured, the two were brave and unyielding, and were killed by the Tartars under the city yesterday."

"The following poem is Zhao Yun's masterpiece, the poem Yun's grandfather has meritorious royal family, and Deze is stained with his descendants. Today, Huai Ji is poor and is executed, and he vows to repay the king with a death. The knife and saw are ignored, and loyalty remains. Urgently tell the first spirit to lead quickly, and you will not be disgraced by the family'. Please remember these people, although they are still alive and dead, they will be recorded in history. ”

As Yinghong slowly read out the names of Zhao Huai and Zhu Liang and the six cavalrymen who died, the people understood what happened yesterday, and soon, people began to appear on the street spontaneously going to Dajue Temple to mourn, and gradually more and more.