More than 300 miles away from Yongzhou, under the Hengshan walled city, there is no longer the same tragedy on the battlefield before, with the efforts of the soldiers of the Dong and Song people, the battlefield has been cleaned, the corpses have been incinerated, or buried, all useful things, whether it is clothing, armor, weapons or wood and stone, have been moved away by the Dong people, they need these to build their homes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The city is full of Song troops, because the wounded were sent to Yongzhou on a bamboo raft, no one here wails and cries out for pain, some are just the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, after life and death, whether it is the original Song people, Han people or Yi people, no matter which state capital in Guangxi is from, there is a real love for robes, which is manifested in the specific form, that is, the unscrupulous ridicule, instead of the previous silence and vigilance.

Unlike the cleared battlefield, it is located on the side of the mountain behind the city, and is covered with tombs of almost the same size, and if you look at the city, you will find that they are arranged neatly, as neatly as the military formation of the Song people.

Indeed, these new tombs were built according to the military formation, and more than 3,000 soldiers of the Xiongluo Front Army were buried in them, and the first one was Zhou Xing, the commander of the capital.

"So-and-so knew you were going to be here." Jiang Cai didn't ride a horse, he got it directly from the city.

"Take your smoke-spitting thing, with a root." Ma Ji didn't look back, stretched his hand back, and two square-shaped ones were pressed into his palm.

Learning from the old smoking guns, Ma Ji took out one from the open cigarette case, put it to his mouth, then opened the smaller square box, took out a match, scratched it on the black paper, stretched the flame on it, and after a while, a light smoke came out, curling into the air.

And when he handed back the remaining cigarette case along with matches, Jiang Cai waved his hand and said, "I'll give it to you, but you have to smoke less, Fu Shuai said, this thing is addictive, and it hinders the body." ”

"If you're going to lie here tomorrow, what's the matter?" Ma Ji nonchalantly tugged the cigarette case into his waist and gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

Jiang Cai looked at these neatly arranged tombs and was silent, he knew what kind of mood it was, when Ding Jiazhou, there were more than 7,000 brothers in his front vanguard, and only a hundred or so people survived, and the rest either died on the road chased by the Tartars, or the head of Jiankang City, at that time, how could anyone set up a grave for these men who didn't know the big characters?

But there is not only a corpse in these graves in front of them, each of them is dressed up in a newly made coffin, for this reason, Liu Yu did not hesitate to order all the surrounding trees to be cut down, the main thing they have done these days is this, but no one has any complaints, after all, they are the part that survived.

"Do you know, when a certain person got the military report in Jingjiang Mansion, he didn't believe that this guy would defend to the end." Ma Ji's eyes flickered in the smoke: "He may not sacrifice the city to cast the Tartars, but the escape is certain, and running to Yongzhou with people is the limit that can be expected, I never thought that when I saw him again, he had become a pile of rotten meat, and he couldn't even distinguish his appearance." ”

"Last year, a certain was the chief official here, and he was ordered by a certain general to come and camp here." Ma Ji shook his head and said to himself: "This guy, his skills are not outstanding, the biggest kung fu is to pat the horse's ass, if the Yuan people call a month late, he has been transferred to Jingjiang Mansion, and even the transfer order has been written and stamped, but unfortunately, he can no longer see it." ”

He pointed to the military formation in front of him with a cigarette, as if these people were standing there alive: "Everyone here, a certain can almost name each other, since he joined the army at the age of ten, every day has been spent in the fighting, countless brothers like them have fallen, and now I don't know if there are no bones left, they were cut down by the Tartars for military exploits, or eaten by wild dogs, who would have thought that there would be such a good place for these dogs, old Jiang, have you thought about it?" One day, we will also be honored and incense. ”

Jiang Cai didn't have so much emotion as him, where he died was already doomed, but as a world, who doesn't want to have a place to be, who wants to be a lonely ghost, but even such a simple wish has now become a luxury. In the eyes of the imperial court, the best result for these people is just a number in the edict, who will do these things for them, with that kind of effort, building bridges and paving roads and building a academy can still be praised, do this, will these rough people spread the word of mouth?

And Liu Yu is doing these useless work, in his plan, the entire cemetery will be surrounded by fine white marble bricks, and a memorial arch will be erected on the gate, not to commemorate a certain scholar with the title of the gold list, but just these nameless rough men.

What he knows better than Ma Ji is that after doing this, they will go to another more brutal battlefield, facing more vicious enemies, and there is not much kung fu that can make people sigh.

"Has the Tartar moved?" Of course, Ma Ji knew that Jiang Cai didn't come here to bring him cigarettes.

"Not yet, I think it's going to be soon, we have rested for so long, and the Tartars are the same, taking advantage of the current morale like a rainbow, let the brothers see blood, and at the same time can also train and train soldiers, when Fu Shuai leaves, do you have an explanation?" Jiang Cai is not idle, but feels that it is a pity not to seize such a good opportunity, at least now they are not afraid of the field battle with the Tartars.

It is a little surprising that the commander of this army is not Jiang Cai, who has followed Liu Yu for a longer time, but this Ma Ji, who has repeatedly worked against his predecessor Lu Chen, and has not been taken down in the end, the reason is not that the latter is the head of the Quan Bing Ma Division, but when Liu Yu left, he personally ordered it to come down, so Jiang Cai came to him.

Ma Ji thought for a moment, he had not yet changed from traditional thinking, and now the number of Yuan people who retreated to Fengyi Prefecture was still more than them, so it stands to reason that defense is the safest way, and Jiang Cai's vision is obviously no longer limited to this war.

What Liu Yu planned, he didn't make it clear to them when he left, because when the plan started, he didn't think about whether it would succeed, instead of holding a vague expectation, it was better to lay a solid foundation, which is no different from Ma Ji and Jiang Cai.

"You're right, let's go into the city and discuss?"

Ma Ji clapped his hands and threw the burned cigarette butt on the ground, glanced back at the cemetery behind him, then turned around and walked with Jiang Cai in the direction of the city gate.