In the territory of Yongzhou, in addition to the right river water that runs through the whole territory, another waterway is from the territory of Jiaozhi, most of the river basin is located in the left river of the Great Song Dynasty, these two rivers form a nearly 40 degree intersection angle on the map, irrigating the land on both sides of the land is not fertile, raising hundreds of people on this land, including the people of Yongzhou, the size of the village in Yongzhou is built around these two rivers, especially on both sides of the left river. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The battle that took place in the Youjiang Valley seemed to be far away from them, but since an order was issued to the various prefectures in Yongzhou City, these people who had originally adopted a wait-and-see attitude had to consider a problem, a choice question, whether to follow the Great Song Dynasty to resist the Tartars, or to share a piece of the pie with the Tartars' army.

I don't know what kind of medicine Ma Zhaofu took, in this strongly-worded edict, there was no room for them to be perfunctory at all, and even the deadline was set very rigidly, which was not at all like the usual style of the Song people, which made some big and small leaders a little at a loss for a while.

After all, the Yuan people are too far away, and they can't fight or not, the threat of the Song people is real, not to mention that behind them is Jiaozhi, where there is a jackal staring at it, if you lose the backer of the Song people, do you want to take refuge in them? No one would think so, because compared to the Song people, those guys are the ones who eat people and don't spit out bones, not to mention that they have been obedient for so long, even if it is out of inertia, it is difficult to make other choices.

So, after receiving the Jun order, those who were close exchanged views with each other, and they were so far away that they sent a team directly according to the requirements, ranging from dozens to hundreds of people, after all, the Song people only said that they would gather, and did not say that they should go to the front line immediately, and besides, if the Yuan people were really too fierce, could they still run? No one is a fool.

These are just trivial things for Qiu Zizhen sitting in Yongzhou City, his main job is to deliver food to the front line, in addition to buying from overseas or forcibly requisitioned, all the states along the road have arrived with grain teams, these grains can not be delayed for almost a day, and will be transported to the front line by various means immediately, the bamboo valve on the right river is a major transportation line, compared to the land, they are fast and convenient, of course, the main thing is that the capacity requirements are low, and most of them are people, no need to fight just support the boat, No one will refuse.

Like later generations, the war is actually logistics, or in countless examples, the robbery of grain is the key to victory, this grain road of the Song people, in fact, is under the nose of the Yuan cavalry on the other side, but they can't go into the water, and the archery is not so far, except for watching, there is really no good way to think of it, let alone provide them with protection, it is a Song army of up to 10,000 people.

This team composed of Qionghai reinforcements was awarded the military title of the rear army, in addition to protecting the grain road, they will also provide support for Yongzhou City, after all, on the other side of the right river, there are active Yuan people's scouts, they can go deep more than 100 miles, not necessarily can not sneak to the vicinity of Yongzhou, with the current garrison of the state city, it is still a little empty, and guarding against the enemy's sneak attack is also the focus of Qiu Zizhen's attention.

At his request, the opening of the state city was repeatedly compressed, and the grain transported basically did not enter the city, and those who could get on the ship directly would get on the ship, and when there was no empty ship, they would go directly by land under the protection of the rear army.

However, when groups of people gathered from all directions, he rarely did not send people directly to the front, but temporarily placed them in the camp outside the city, and what is strange is that from the arrival of the first group of people, in addition to letting them stay in the camp, try not to go out, eat and drink every day, and do not even organize and drill, as if they did not come to fight at all, but to play.

"How many people have arrived outside the city?" Sending out the grain arrangement ship that arrived today, Qiu Zizhen rubbed his somewhat sore shoulders, and asked seemingly casually.

"If you go back to Taishou, plus the people who just arrived today, there are nearly 2,000 people, and they are not young and old just by spending every day, these people can really eat, according to the small one, it is not a way to go on like this, do you send them away quickly?" The answer to him was a cangcao in Yongzhou City, who held the account of the grain in the city, so he could tell it in one bite.

If possible, Qiu Zizhen also wants to send them away, once people gather together, and there is no discipline to restrain them, it will inevitably cause trouble after a long time, these days, all kinds of friction and trouble in the camp continue, making him a headache as the chief officer, but they are not soldiers after all, it is impossible to march the military law, the punishment is too heavy, not to mention the bad effect, it will cause greater incidents, in case the camp is roared, it will violate the original intention of Liu Yu's request, Qiu Zizhen knows this point.

What did Fu Shuai want them to do, it had been made very clear in the previous entrustment, this is actually an attitude, the combat power is secondary, and the number is secondary, but what Qiu Zizhen didn't expect was that Liu Yu didn't plan to let them go to the front line at all, and he didn't know until he received the news later.

"Let's go, let's see." Surprisingly, he suddenly had a plan to go out of the city today, and he didn't take a few people with him, looking at their backs in a hurry, Cangcao was a little at a loss, and he was stunned for a while before he hurriedly ran to the direction of the mansion, where there were some people left behind by Fu Shuai, such as a certain member surnamed Zhao.

From Zuojiang to the north, the continuous mountains have become the natural boundary between Jiaozhi and the Great Song Dynasty, this boundary is similar to the later generations of China, the local war that occurred at the end of the 70s, has become the history of the Republic's foreign wars, countless brave soldiers from the chaotic period, fell in the moment before the reform and opening up, and left their lives forever in the place for which they sacrificed.

In this time and space, the edge of the mountain is full of lush primeval forests, and the fierce beasts that have been extinct in later generations are still the most terrible threat to human life, and this process has given birth to brave and fearless hunters, who are rich in experience and extraordinary skills. More patient than the beasts, and more importantly, they are familiar with the mountains, and the mountains and forests, because that is their home.

Zhenyuan Prefecture is located on the edge of the mountain of a village, as early as the beginning of the Yuan people surrounding Hengshan Village, the scout cavalry has swept the nearby river valley, in such a general trend, they chose to obey, the village and the opposite bank of Guohua Prefecture, became a stronghold of the Yuan people, this side of the river valley is distributed with two Mongolian cavalry thousand people, to cover the entire coast, this point of men and horses can only be divided into many squads, after receiving the military order that must go out of the hundred miles, it is more difficult, fortunately, the Song people did not choose to march from this side, However, that doesn't mean they don't have enemies.

At the foot of a hill only more than 100 steps away from the stockade, several Mongolian cavalry were slowly riding their horses, it seemed that they were preparing to return to the village to rest, all of them looked a little listless, and even the usual jokes were omitted, and the weapons in their hands were hung in the leather bags behind the horses, and there was a slight collision sound as the horses walked.

The leader seemed to be the leader of them, and when he raised his head, he found that the direction of his line was a little divergent, almost to the edge of the mountain forest, so he subconsciously glanced over there, and the forest was full of tree trunks that were too high to see their heads, and the swarthy could not see anything clearly, and he couldn't help frowning.

At the moment when he was about to turn his head, a sign of impending danger arose in his mind for no reason, and he leaned forward on the horse without even making a sound, and with a piercing sound it tore through the air like a crack, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that not far in front of the horse, a piece of arrow feathers was stuck diagonally in the mud, and half of his head was tremblingly exposed.

"Run!" Dodging a catastrophe, he not only did not sit up, but a roll, the person immediately disappeared under the horse's belly, until the moment the war horse jumped out of the Mongolian shout, the voice has not fallen, the war horse has run out more than ten steps away, several consecutive feather arrows "poof" behind him, each of them is only a little different, but it is the difference in this point that determines whether it is life or death.

No one followed, and the remaining three cavalrymen, along with their mounts, were now turned into a corpse lying upside down on the ground, and after the sound of hooves was far away, there was no movement under the mountain forest except for the corpses of these people or horses who had fallen to the ground, everything was as if nothing had happened, revealing a strange feeling.

"Quick, cut off the head, and don't take anything from the rest." Suddenly, the silence was broken by the voice of a man, and a group of people covered in oil paint jumped down from the treetops, quickly cutting off the heads of the Mongols, wrapping them in an indigo cloth, and a man drew their scimitars and looked at the flowing blades with envious admiration.

"Down, do you want the whole clan to be buried for your deeds?" They spoke a local dialect, and the man at the head had a very young voice, but he was very old and spicy, and he had some prestige in the group, and when he heard his words, the man with the knife was a little reluctant to insert the scimitar back, and the group of people ran into the woods without looking back, and disappeared in a moment.

The sound of trumpets in the distance continued to sound, and the huge smoke and dust mixed with the chaotic sound of horses' hooves flooded the small area almost in the next moment, but when the Mongol cavalry who ran back arrived with men, only a pile of headless bodies was left on the ground, and a dark mountain forest with a mouth wide open!