For those who fight to the death and do not retreat, the Mongols actually appreciate it very much.

For such people, it is their habit to express their admiration by cutting off the head of the other person, sticking it in the shaft of a spear, and erecting it on the highest part of the battlefield so that all can see it.

Look, your most valiant men have also died by our swords, and what are you resisting?

The heads of Dr. Song Wude, General Zuo Xiaocai, and Meizhou Defense Envoy Cao Youwen and his younger brother, Cao Youwan, the prefect of Gyeongju, were cut off and inserted on the tower of Yangping Pass.

The head is still glaring angrily, although it is no longer alive, but although it is still alive, it can still be seen by everyone.

There was a light rain in the sky, mixed with blood, and it dripped down the shaft of the spear, flowing up to the tower, and then down the cracks in the bricks of the tower, and dripping to the armor of the Mongol warriors who roared past under the tower.

One by one, the battle flags of the Song army fell in the muddy water, and together with the soldiers who held them on weekdays, they were lying down and mixed together, the flesh and blood were blurred and mutilated, countless arrow shafts were inserted, swords and guns were abandoned all over the ground, and the occasional surviving wounded horse wandered among them, guarding the corpse of the master and neighing, refusing to leave for a long time.

On the wall, powerful bed crossbows burned fiercely in the rain, raindrops fell on the flames, making a crackling sound, and there were low moans of the seriously injured and undead, but no one paid attention.

Since the Qin and Han dynasties, the wall of the wall that has stood here seems to have been dug by giants, and the potholes are like pimples on the face of a teenager, and there is hardly a smooth place, and the outer layer of the stone wrapped in many places has been smashed off, revealing the rammed earth inside.

A row of captured Song troops, tied in a row by ropes, knelt in front of the pass, which had been made so muddy by the rain, that the Mongol cavalry galloped past them, their iron hooves and blood splashing everywhere, and the cavalry stretched for miles with no end in sight.

The corpses of the dead were piled up inside and outside the building, almost clogged, and the blood gathered into streams on the yellow earth, and the flesh foam mixed with the strong blood, sticky and disgusting.

More than a dozen Mongolian soldiers cut off the heads of the prisoners of war one by one with expressionless faces, and the axe of the "brush" fell, and the head of a Song soldier fell to the ground, with a "bang", like a stone falling to the ground, just like the numb hearts of the prisoners of war with their heads bowed to the bottom, and lost hope of survival.

Wang Shixian, the forward officer of the Mongolian Western Route Army, squinted his eyes and rode on his war horse to look at the Guanlou with two spear shafts erected high, wiped the rain from his face, and asked: "I heard that this Song general is still a civil official?" ”

Someone immediately replied: "Yes, he was originally the prefect of the Song State and was recently promoted to the defense envoy of Meizhou, and under their Sichuan envoy, he is regarded as the number one general." ”

"The civil official is still so fierce, what a man! The southerners are weak and heavy on literature and martial arts, and it is rare to be able to produce such a general. Wang Shixian frowned and looked at the Mongolian soldiers on both sides of the road, who were throwing the corpses piled on the road on both sides, and shook his head: "How many people are there in total, 5,000 or 10,000?" ”

"About 7,000 people." One of his subordinates said, "Except for the hundreds of people who were captured, the rest were all killed in battle." ”

General Dahai was slashed in the face, and after applying the medicine, he wrapped it in a cloth at will, and the blood stains came out of the cloth, making him look hideous and fierce, and he heard the voice and said to Wang Shixian: "Such a little person, can still hold on to our army for so long under the wheel war of more than 100,000 people, but he is a fierce general, and the Song soldiers are all cloth armor, when it rains, the battle is heavier than the iron armor, and he can't run, but he can still kill countless of my soldiers." Others say that the Song Kingdom is rich and the army is weak, but today, it is not like this. ”

"This is not necessarily, since we went south, the momentum has been like a bamboo, and we have met the city and the army, where is there a general?" Wang Shixian saw through it, stroked the mane of the horse under the seat and said leisurely: "This person can fight and dare to fight, but he was still cut off by my son, even if there are a few more?" I Mongolian iron riding horses' hooves everywhere, invincible, one or two backbone southerners, what is the way? ”

Left and right laughed uncontrollably, brandished knives and guns, and screamed in the rain.

The passing cavalry recognized the Shangguan here, and also danced his weapons on his horse, like a wild beast crossing the border, and a ghost crying wolf.

"My lord, inside and outside the city, how to deal with the capture of thousands of strong people?" A partial general urged the horse over and asked with a fist in his fist.

"As usual, chopped." Wang Shixian replied briefly, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't blink his eyelids.

"Yes." The general was about to urge the horse to leave, but was shouted back by Wang Shixian with the word "slow".

"Push this city and level it here." He looked at the Yangping Pass city wall, which was particularly dilapidated because of the continuous battle, and said coldly: "Pile up the corpses of the Song people on both sides, don't leave a single living person, there must be someone pretending to be dead in the corpse pile, find it out, and cut it alive." ”

The general again shouted in a loud voice and urged the horse to leave.

Da Hai came up and said with a cruel smile: "My lord, the spies came to report, we slaughtered the city all the way and broke through, killing countless people, the guards of the Sword Pavilion of the Song Kingdom have been frightened, and they have abandoned the army and fled last night, and now the Sword Pavilion has an empty city, why not lead a light cavalry and knock on the pass first, opening the way for the army." ”

"Oh? Abandon the pass and escape? Wang Shixian's indifferent face showed a smile: "It seems that there is really no one in Song Kingdom." ”

Da Hai licked the blood on his face with his tongue and became excited: "My lord, once the Sword Pavilion passes, there is no natural danger, and it is the Chengdu Mansion of the Song Kingdom all the way to it, I heard that Chengdu Mansion is the country of abundance, with countless money, gold and silver!" With a large population and abundant treasury, we have worked so hard for so long that we can find a good place to loot! ”

Wang Shixian smiled even more, closed his eyes and looked up to the sky and took a deep breath of air containing the smell of blood, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already full of violence.

He slammed the reins, the mount hissed, the man stood up, Wang Shixian pointed to the horsewhip, and shouted: "Good! The army picks up speed and marches towards Chengdu Mansion! Dahai is the forward, and he goes out of the Sword Pavilion to open the way for the army! ”

Dahai raised his bear-like body, shook the water on his head in the rain, and said loudly: "The last general will take orders!" ”

Beside the two of them, countless cavalry galloped on horseback, and the horse's hooves trampled on the muddy ground in the rain, shaking like thunder.

Among the Song prisoners of war waiting in line for death, a young and childish soldier raised his head and looked hard to the south with swollen eyes.

"Mother......" he whispered to himself, his hands tied tightly behind his back, and his body was so tightly tied that he could not raise his head as high as usual, but only raised a little.

But he still tried to hold his head high.

"Children are not filial......" he murmured, tears streaming down his face.

"Don't cry!" A Song soldier beside him shouted: "Death is death, what are you afraid of!" Cao Gong is dead, what am I afraid of! ”

The young soldier lowered his head silently, wondering if he was still crying or not.

Amid the sound of heavy footsteps, the Mongol soldier stood behind him with bloody axes.

The blood flashed, and the heavens and the earth were plunged into darkness.

The head in the blood flower flew far away, spinning and landing.

The childish face was tightly closed.

The rain is still falling, crying like a song.

(End of chapter)