In the thirty-first year of Hongwu, in the spring and April, the Northern Yuan Dynasty committed the border, gathered more than 1,000 horsemen, and attacked Kaiping.

In the history books of later generations, there are usually only a few border frictions between the Ming Dynasty and the Northern Yuan, unless the Northern Yuan Dynasty came to the Ming Dynasty to kill people and set fire to grab food, or the Ming army entered the grassland to kill people and set fire to tents, otherwise, the historian will never waste too much pen and ink.

The Chinese language is broad and profound, and the more concise and concise it is to speak, do things, and write articles, the better.

A word or two can be described clearly, and it is naturally good.

For the border army guarding Kaipingwei, this battle is not much different from what happened in the past, it is nothing more than you kill me, I kill you, killing the Tartars is a war feat, and being killed by the Tartars is the end of the game.

Pension and resettlement of small families, in the evil feudal society, has always been a subtle and obscure issue, basically depends on the conscience of the officials.

Meng first arrived, his psychological preparation was insufficient, and he saw the bloody battlefield for the first time, the galloping war horses, the splashed blood, and the hands and feet were unconsciously cold.

People born in peacetime cannot imagine how cruel and bloody the battlefield of the Cold Weapon Age was.

Looking down from the top of the city, the cavalry on the grassland was like a pack of wolves eager for flesh and blood, showing their sharp fangs, trying to tear a gap through the guard post guarded by the Ming border army, and rushed into it to rob and kill.

This is a conflict between nomadic civilization and agrarian civilization, which has existed since the ancient Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and everything is just for survival.

From the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty by Kublai Khan to the replacement by the Ming Dynasty, it has been less than 200 years. The nomads who were driven back to the steppe lacked nothing but a strong will. However, the Ming Emperor admitted the reason for death, and sent troops to the grassland to kill people and set fire to tents at every turn, and he could not open the mutual market. If you catch a caravan that dares to sell "contraband-prohibited goods" to the grassland, it will be even more one-word, kill!

In order to live, even if there are a few ruthless people such as King Yan and King Ning on the opposite side, the nobles and cavalry of the Northern Yuan Dynasty must return to their old business and rob!

Robbing people, grabbing grain, grabbing livestock, but whoever can rob it, will not let it go.

Grab the opportunity, grab it, and run away after grabbing it.

If you can run, you will win, and if you can't run, you will return to the embrace of immortality.

In a sense, the way the Northern Yuan cavalry and the Ming border soldiers think and the brain circuits of a certain period of time are similar.

In the past, most of the neighbors on the grassland came to attack in the autumn, and the wheat fields were ripe, and the livestock were the most fat and strong.

In recent years, the time of the visit has become more and more advanced, and in the final analysis, it is not that the power of the Northern Yuan Dynasty has increased, or that the imperial court that has lost even the seal is suddenly hot-headed, excited, emotional, surging, just because the days are too sad.

It is not only the neighbors to the north who have this experience, but also the border soldiers stationed in Kaipingwei have also found that the production in the fields is getting less and less, and the annual solar terms are becoming more and more abnormal. In previous years, the farmland reclaimed was simply not enough for the health center, and more had to rely on merchants to transport grain from other places. Therefore, we have to praise Emperor Hongwu's foresight, if there is no "Kaizhong Law" to attract merchants with salt, I am afraid that the officers and soldiers of the border guard post will have a problem eating.

Even so, after the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the Kaizhong Law gradually collapsed like the health system. The gentry, the nobles, and even the officials who read poetry and books are the driving forces behind it.

At this time, people did not know that there was an academic term called "Xiaoice River Period" in the Dao, but they only knew that the life of the Dao was getting worse and worse, and the way the neighbors in the grassland responded was to go to the neighbor's house to grab grain, and the Daming who was unwilling to be robbed naturally rose up to resist, and more often went to the neighbor's house to express resistance. In this regard, Emperor Yongle has done a particularly prominent job.

Dare to rob my family's food and livestock? Don't say it's going to burn down your house!

The purpose of Meng Congjun's army is to realize the "ideal", but the process of achieving it never includes fighting with people on the battlefield with a big sword.

Life is precious, and a person only has one ...... Well, counting the previous life, he should have had twice. But Heaven shouldn't give him a third chance.

The heavy waist knife was held in his hand, and his ears were filled with the shouts and kills of the Northern Yuan cavalry and the border army guarding the city, and for a moment, Meng really felt fear.

It's a shame.

In hindsight, Meng wanted to hit his head against the wall.

Even if he went back in time, he couldn't deceive himself, he was really scared.

Ma Zongqi shouted viciously, Meng Qingjiang and Meng Hu were stopped under the city wall, Meng held a border army's standard waist knife in both hands, just pulling the knife out of the sheath took his great strength, and the action of raising the knife attracted a burst of laughter.

The few border soldiers next to him are all five big and three thick Wei Wuzi, rolling up their sleeves, the absolute biceps are shiny, and the triceps are bulging, which is not ambiguous at all.

Meng is like a water duck that has broken into a flock of ostriches, and no matter how much he jumps, he can't reach the height of people's shoulders.

"Mr. Ma, where did this come from?" An archer turned his head sideways and grinned, "I'm afraid that I'm not as tall as my mother-in-law, can I kill a tartar?" ”

As he spoke, the bowstring sounded, and the flying arrow pierced the eye socket of a Northern Yuan cavalryman.

Meng was still struggling with the waist knife, but he couldn't use all his strength, and he couldn't be as powerful as other soldiers, and he couldn't even pose a pose.

"You gangs of killers! Brother Meng is a man of great filial piety! ”

Ma Zongqi picked up a longbow and handed it to Meng, explaining his origin in a few words, but made the surrounding soldiers "respectful" of Meng Shishilang.

"I know that I am here to find death...... Not easy! ”

"The head of a reader is really extraordinary!"

"Talent! Admire! ”

After all, don't delay them from killing the enemy. The arrows rained down at the head of the city, and the offensive of the Northern Yuan cavalry under the city stalled.

The two sides have dealt with each other for a long time, and they even know whether there are lice on each other's bodies.

The purpose of the Northern Yuan cavalry was not to lay down the acropolis, and the cavalry alone could not do it at all. The people who did not have time to hide in the city, the livestock and the precocious crops in the fields were their main purpose. There were also lookout piers scattered on the east and west sides of Kaipingwei, where the border troops would certainly not have had time to withdraw to the city, and there were no brick and stone border forts nearby to defend them.

Every time the Tartars invaded the border, these border troops were almost all outcasts. But none of them escaped, relying on the weapons in their hands, relying on the condescending terrain, desperately exchanging their lives for their lives, and not letting the Tartars go further.

Dying for the country is the end of their lives.

The Ming troops on the city wall could clearly see what was happening on the nearest lookout platform, and the only thing they could do was to see off their comrades with red eyes, longbows, crossbows, and hoarse roars.

How can you say that you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son.

How can you say that you have no clothes? With the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my halberd. Work with the child.

How can you say that you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Walk with the son.

This is the war song of the Han family, flowing in the desert and echoing in the history of China for thousands of years.

Every word, every word, at the moment when it converges into a sound, carries the flesh and soul of the soldier.

Meng suddenly stopped being afraid, he put down the longbow that he couldn't open, trembled and grabbed the waist knife again, he couldn't hold it with one hand, so he used both hands, gritted his teeth, staggered two steps, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

No one laughed at him anymore, and no one made fun of him anymore.

At this moment, all calculations and thoughts were far away from him, wrapped in desolation and blood, as if the soul had also become silent.

Two bronze cannons cast in the twenty-first year of Hongwu were pushed out, and the muzzles of the guns were not facing the frontal battlefield, but a lookout platform that was about to be captured by the Northern Yuan cavalry.

The trumpet sounded again, but it was not the enemy from the opposite side, but in the city.

The closed city gate suddenly opened, and two teams of Ming cavalry rode out, the first two were dressed in mountain armor, holding long knives, one horse took the lead, and the Ming cavalry was like two sharp spears, fiercely chiseled into the cavalry of the Northern Yuan.

The sudden impact caused a burst of confusion among the attacking Northern Yuan cavalry.

At this time, another group of cavalry galloped from the direction of Kaiping Zuotunwei, and the billowing sand and dust in the distance completely transposed the attack and defense.

The Northern Yuan cavalry in the battlefield, only knew that there were two or three groups of enemies in the road who were constantly cutting their own ranks, but the Ming army at the head of the city could clearly see that the full battle of the Northern Yuan cavalry was only three or four hundred people.

The person who rushed to kill the first person was Shen Xuan, who was commanded by Kaipingwei and regarded by Xu Zhong and Xichengwei Zheng Qianhu as a hot potato.

The general rode his horse, thirsty for blood with his long sword, and killed the enemy under the horse.

The armor and the body of the horse have been dyed red by the blood donation, and every swing of the knife can bring a rain of blood.

One man kills God like a god,

Between the swords and lights, the Ming army infantry wearing vermilion mandarin duck battle jackets also gathered out, copper fire guns, spears, iron boring, waist knives, formed the Ming army battle array.

Meng didn't know how he walked down the city or how he got to the battlefield, he just instinctively imitated the movements of another border soldier, stood in the middle of the formation, and raised his waist knife.

"Kill!"

The first time I killed someone, the first time I had blood on my hands, and when I met those fierce eyes that were dimming little by little, all the feelings were numb.

There was a huge force behind him, and Ma Zongqi's roar sounded, "You sour ding, what are you in a daze!" Don't die! ”

Meng only then found out that he had narrowly escaped the Ghost Gate, and before he could thank him, a Northern Yuan cavalryman had already waved his sword and slashed at Ma Zongqi.

He wanted to pounce, even if he could stop it, even if he pushed Ma Zongqi away like before......

The sound of the blade slicing through the flesh was so clear that everything seemed to be in slow motion.

Meng couldn't make a sound, he could only watch Ma Zongqi collapse like a mountain, slowly, little by little, to the ground.

Bright red blood spurted out of his mouth, staining his coat and Meng's eyes.

Hatred, anger, murderous intent!

Before today, they were even strangers!

Ma Zongqi fell, but the Northern Yuan cavalry did not stop, Meng watched the saber swing down, and suddenly had strength in his hand, bent down and grabbed a spear, and stabbed it fiercely towards the waist and abdomen of the Northern Yuan cavalry.

If he survived, he would definitely think that such a move was extremely stupid.

But now, he just wants to do it, and he has to!

Because he is a man, a Ming soldier!

And here, it's the battlefield.

The spear pierced the enemy's flank, but the long knife above his head did not fall.

Meng looked up and saw only the heads of the Northern Yuan cavalry rolling down and the generals galloping by.

The man on the horse is like a blade, like a sword halberd, like a cold wind tearing through the side plug, raising a piece of war.

I couldn't see the face clearly, only those cold and sharp eyes and a bloody and evil breath.

A chill suddenly rose behind him, and for a moment, Meng actually felt that the Ming military general in front of him was even more terrifying than the Tartar who wanted to take his life before.