Chapter 243: It Depends on My Mood

The morale of the Song army was high, the shouts and laughter on the city shook the sky, and those generals and officials were also like ordinary soldiers, putting down the shelves of being officials on weekdays, and they were happy like children.

This victory not only dealt a heavy blow to the always proud Mengyuan army, but also opened the prelude to the change of status between the two sides on the battlefield, the Song army suffered only 100 casualties while the Yuan army left tens of thousands of corpses, and the huge gap was completely caused by the full use of gunpowder weapons.

With such an obvious advantage, I believe that the Yuan army will not sit idly by and restart the casting of the Shenyong cannon, as well as the gunpowder craftsmen controlled by Dong Wenbing in the past, who now have a certain design and manufacturing capacity, and will not give up the research on flowering bombs.

Whether it is Ah Shu and Boyan or all the generals of the Yuan army, from today onwards, they will definitely no longer underestimate the combat power of the Song army, they will evaluate the power of artillery and gunpowder from the beginning, and they will definitely do their best to imitate the weapons of the Song army to close the gap in strength between the two sides.

Zhang Zhensun still had some tension and pressure in the early days, not only him, but also many civil and military generals in Guangzhou, all of whom were frightened by the overwhelming Yuan army led by Ah Shu, and they all thought that with such a huge disparity in strength, it was only a matter of time before the city was broken, and it was impossible to change the final result.

Within a few days of the battle, Zhao Tianyou dismantled more than 200 cannons from the ship and equipped them on the city wall in a day or two, which gave these officials a little morale and increased their confidence.

"Master Wen, he is really a peerless talent who has experienced a hundred battles and is not shocked at every turn! Zhensun is extremely admired. ”

Wen Tianxiang said with a smile: "Lord Zhang, don't carry me in this sedan chair, if it weren't for Zhao Tianyou's firearms battalion, with the military strength of Guangzhou City, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out for even half a day, and I will be killed by the Yuan people in the city." ”

"What Lord Wen said is extremely true, the number one hero is General Zhao, and now the war is not over, it is not good to talk about meritorious deeds, but in the future, after we defeat the Yuan army, how to get along with the young emperor of Xinhui and Zhang Shijie? If you keep silent about this matter, wouldn't that bury the credit of General Zhao and the brothers of the Hong Kong Island Firearms Battalion? Then ...... future"

"Haha, Master Zhang already has a countermeasure in his heart, so don't come to test me, why don't we discuss it in detail after the celebration banquet?"

Wen Tianxiang's head is so lively, how can he not see that Zhang Zhensun has an idea in his heart, and wants to tightly bind the entire city of Guangzhou and Hong Kong Island, so as to enhance his strength when he has a dispute with Zhang Shijie.

When night fell, rows of soldiers on duty were still flashing on the city, the fire under the city had long been extinguished, in addition to the dead corpses, there were still many wounded soldiers who were still barely breathing, and the darkness was full of shouts and moans of cautious people.

The corpses blocked in the moat outside the city walls began to swell, and were gradually loosened by the slow washing of the river, and were slowly carried downstream by the current, and the corpses of soldiers and horses floated on the surface of the river, moving motionlessly with the current.

More corpses of Yuan soldiers were next to the city, especially on the edge of the thirty-five cloud ladders that had been burned, and the charred human corpses and limbs were mixed together, each pile had one or two thousand men and horses, forming a knot of thirty-five piles of corpses.

According to the usual rules, the corpses of the Yuan soldiers would be collected after the war, and if conditions permitted, they would be brought back for burial, or a unified funeral ceremony would be held outside the battlefield. This is only under the premise of the victory of the Yuan soldiers, the ability to do this, this is not today, there are still thousands of wounded soldiers on the battlefield, but no one has come back to treat them.

However, at the celebration banquet of the officials of the Xianglong Mansion, some people proposed to go out of the city to treat the wounded Mongolian soldiers, so as to maintain the name of the benevolent and righteous division of the Great Song Dynasty, and to spread the essence of Han culture and the way of Confucius and Mencius to the Mongols.

When Zhao Tianyou "accidentally" dropped the wine glass on the ground, the three dogs behind him touched it, and behind the pedant who was responsible for compiling the Fu Zhi, he gently kicked it on the back of his knee.

"Who's ......?"

The old pedant tilted his body and spilled the wine glass, and the unfinished truth was held back, and then his shoulders were twisted by the three dogs, and he was dragged out of the main hall before he had time to resist.

"Y-Who are you?"

"Old man, you drank too much, I'll help you sober up."

A large glass of liquor was poured into the collar of his neck, and the old scholar was full of excitement, cold from head to foot, and also saw clearly that Sangou was Zhao Tianyou's follower, where did he dare to talk nonsense, and hurriedly apologized by talking nonsense.

"That's, that's it, I drank two more glasses just now, and I forgot to put the door on my mouth, it's all nonsense, nonsense. Thank you, little brother, thank you! ”

His official status is not high, and it is rare to eat with so many big people on weekdays, so he was a little excited and drank two more glasses, and he couldn't help but want to show off the things in his stomach, talk about the benevolent and righteous teachers of the Great Song Dynasty, and promote the way of Confucius and Mencius.

However, he chose the wrong time and the wrong occasion, and today he celebrated because of the great victory in the city defense battle, which can be said to be the credit of the generals and soldiers. When a civil official comes up, you have to go out of the city to treat the wounded Mongolian soldiers, isn't this a contradiction to the main general in the court? When you say that Zhao Tianyou knows history well and knows very well what happened after the defeat in the battle with the Mongol soldiers, do you tell them about benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, and energy, and the continuous war of aggression against the Song Dynasty in the past 40 years?

Especially in the northern state capitals, almost ninety percent of the Han people were slaughtered, and even those who did not die were also beaten with iron torture, pulling carts and feeding horses for the Mengyuan cavalry as hard labor. After more than 20 years of invasion by the Yuan army, the original population of more than 13 million people in Sichuan, after Kublai Khan's complete occupation, only 850,000 people remained.

Talking about benevolence and righteousness and etiquette with such a team is even more ridiculous than talking about the piano with a cow, so Zhao Tianyou thinks that the thousands of wounded soldiers outside the city have nothing to pity about, and he didn't send people out to pour oil and set fire to them one by one, but he told them enough benevolence and righteousness.

"General Zhao, don't be angry with pedantic people, soon our martial arts hall will be decorated, and there are more than 6,000 soldiers who have enthusiastically signed up, and the grand occasion is unprecedented!"

Wen Tianxiang is responsible for the operation of the martial arts hall, which is very good, originally there was a warehouse of the government in Xicheng, covering an area of dozens of acres, and there are dozens of brick houses, which happened to be the temporary residence of the martial arts hall.

"Well, the students recruited by our first subject must be able to be literate and martial, and the admission must not be sloppy, and the signboard of the martial arts hall must be played at one time!" What Zhao Tianyou lacks now is grassroots officers after systematic training, after all, there are too few talents like Liu Changhai.

"How long do you think this battle will last?"

Zhao Tianyou smiled and said, "Don't estimate others, this time it depends on my mood!" ”

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