The location of Jiangcheng is Haifeng County, Guangdong Province, and the anti-traverser is the picture provided three months ago, which is different from the situation provided by the anti-traverser at the beginning, this is now a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

It is now the first month of 1279, and the last large-scale land anti-Yuan force here has been destroyed, and Wen Tianxiang has been captured.

When Jiang Cheng got up, he instinctively shrank back, and there was a wilderness around him, scattered with the bones of many soldiers and civilians, and the blood had long since dried up.

It can be seen that these are the bones of sporadic routs, and the traces of the scene show that they were all chased to death by cavalry.

“......”

Jiang Cheng trembled, looked left and right, and saw a small group of Mongolian troops passing by in the distance, and the group of Mongolian soldiers had blood on their bodies, obviously killing a lot of people.

They are all small units, and it is obvious that the Mongolian army is scattering grass valleys in all directions, and now they are gathering back.

His scalp suddenly went numb and he burrowed into the pile of corpses.

But after all, the other party didn't pass by him, and he couldn't see it after a while.

"I guess I'm going to Yashan...... Yes, armies from all over the country are converging there, and Song Meng will fight a final battle. ”

Although the group of soldiers was gone, he did not relax, Jiang Cheng knew that he was in a world where mountains and rivers were broken, and he needed to be extremely careful.

Although the Mongolian army was about to completely destroy the Southern Song Dynasty, the Mongolian army did not implement any pacification policy, which also made the rebound in various places great, and the Mongolian army basically killed all the way from the north to the south.

Wherever there was resistance, the army and civilians were slaughtered.

Only some of those who fell from the wind were not slaughtered.

He is now dressed as a scholar, after all, he has fine skin and tender meat, and he doesn't look like a peasant.

Although he did not study history and studied biology, he also generally knew some of the circumstances of Meng Yuan's southward journey. Yashan is a naval battle of an astonishing scale in history, and it is impossible for him not to know it, he is just not sensitive to the year 1279. It's like just talking about 1127, and many people have no idea about this year at all.

Jiang Cheng knew that the Mongolian army was not polite to the scholars, and when they conquered Chang Sha, Yuelu Academy was slaughtered up and down.

Of course, if the southerners surrender directly, or show submission, they still have a way to live, but the problem is that Jiang Cheng knows that he and the Mongolian army do not understand the language, not to mention the Mongolian army, he has a hard time communicating with the Han army.

In this case, even if he wanted to let the enemy know that he was obedient, I am afraid that he would not be taken seriously, and the other party said straightly, what is this person who can't even say a word?

"Why don't you cut off your tongue and pretend to be dumb?" Jiang Cheng looked at the broken knife on the ground, thinking that he would be ruthless in his heart.

But looking at the broken knife with various gaps at different levels, there was a lot of rotten rotten flesh and dirty blood, which made people feel disgusted.

"No, no, no, I don't understand it when I don't say it. ”

Jiang Cheng quickly dispelled his thoughts, and then found that he was not dressed in the same outfit as the corpses around him.

Military uniforms aside, he is quite different from the outfit of a peasant on the ground.

"By the way, I seem to have picked out the clothes of the scholars...... Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng hurriedly wanted to take off the clothes of the scholars on his body, and when he secretly wanted to pick clothes, it was nonsense to choose such a set of Song people's clothes.

This dress is really not something that can be worn casually, I am afraid that if you wear it in peacetime, I am afraid that it will cause trouble, not to mention that at this time, it is better for him to pretend to be a lower riba person.

"There happened to be civilian clothes here, and they were dirty and bloody, so I changed into a disguised outcast. The Mongolian army is now intensively mobilized and busy converging, and seeing that I am alone, I will not be embarrassed if I am not embarrassed. ”

Jiang Cheng hurriedly went to pick up the clothes of the dead corpses on the ground, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of billowing smoke and dust coming from behind, and it was actually a group of cavalry about to pass by him.

"Damn!"

Jiang Cheng was already too late to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead at this time, and the other party must have seen him, the only figure standing.

It's too late to pick up the dead person's clothes, Jiang Cheng had a flash of inspiration, thinking that the homeless people are scattered, and it is normal that they can't even mix up a set of clothes, strip off their shirts, roll up their lower trouser legs, and don't wear shoes, isn't it?

While he looked at the distance of the Mongolian cavalry, he couldn't see the other party's outfit clearly, so the other party naturally couldn't see his own outfit clearly.

Jiang Cheng hurriedly took advantage of this time to take off his clothes, but after a long time, he couldn't untie his clothes except for taking off his boots and socks.

"Huh, where did you get it from?"

He was so anxious that he was sweating, and he was in trouble when he was dressing, because it was winter here, and he was wearing a lot of layers on top of each other, and he barely unlocked the outermost layer, so he wasted a lot of time.

Seeing the Mongolian army approaching, Jiang Cheng found that it was not possible to strip naked, because as soon as he rolled up his sleeves, he saw his white and piercing skin.

This white flowery body, with fine skin and tender flesh, others can't say that they have to interrogate him if he is a powerful person who is in trouble.

"Let's take one step at a time. Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly and simply tied his clothes again.

When a small group of Mongolian cavalry had approached, they saw him kneeling down with his hands raised and standing beside the road.

Jiang Cheng was short of breath, and knelt directly to surrender, naturally knowing that he couldn't escape, if he ran, it might attract chasing, and at this moment, he knelt obediently on the side of the road, maybe he wouldn't care about him.

Sure enough, he heard a piercing laugh from the Mongol army, and the horses swept in front of him like the wind.

It really doesn't stop!

Jiang Cheng was surprised, looking at the cavalry passing in front of him, just hoping that they would leave quickly.

However, after seven or eight rides had passed, he saw a horsewhip thrown fiercely, and smashed it on his face with a snap, and suddenly he crawled all over the ground in pain.

He heard a burst of laughter again, and when he looked at it, the Meng Yuan cavalry who had whipped him had already rushed over, and it seemed that it was just a hand.

Then, one of the men at the end of the cavalry, seeing that he was rolling in pain, deliberately tilted his horse slightly and stepped over him.

But after all, it was a temporary idea, and the horse's hooves only stepped on Jiang Cheng's legs.

Even so, it hurt so much that he howled immediately, until he felt the horse's hooves sink in, trampling the flesh and breaking the bones.

Jiang Cheng screamed in pain on the ground, but this group of cavalry did not stop for a moment, it seemed to be in a hurry, whistling like the wind, and whistling away.

But he gave him a whip and stepped on a horse's hoof, and taught him that he was in pain here.

"Damn, I'll ...... you tomorrow" Jiang Cheng sweated in pain, and his hands were tightly wrapped around his thighs, where blood was already soaking through his pants and hem.

He scolded, how ugly it sounded, how he scolded, as if it would relieve the pain.

While scolding, he didn't forget to bandage, he was quite proficient in some first aid measures, he would do it in high school, and he learned it systematically in college.

I saw that he quickly bandaged his legs with the clean cloth in the middle of his jacket, and cut off the rags that were stuck to the skin and flesh, and then cut two pieces of tattered skirt armor and wrapped them around to fix the bones.

After doing this, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and he was also tired, and he was tired of scolding, and he lay on the ground with dizzy hair.

While resting, he thought about the next way out.

Being beaten like this, he gritted his teeth and hated it in his heart, and once had the 'great ambition' to drive the captives and save the world.

Through this time, he knew that most of the troops scattered in Guangdong Province were rushing to Yashan, and the commander of the Mongolian army gathered the main force to fight a final decisive battle with the Song army.

If not, it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to survive if he surrendered just now, although most of them actually have no murderous intentions towards him, but as long as one of them has it, it is enough, and people can kill him with a single hand.

"However, in this decisive battle, the Song army will be defeated......"

Jiang Cheng knew that this was the golden age of the nomads, and even if Yashan won, it would be useless, at most he would kill it and then settle down in one province and two provinces. And Meng Yuan sits on a vast territory, let alone lose this one, even if he loses a few more games, he will not shake anything, and he will go east to Fusang and lose three games in a row, what can he do?

He was lying here, his newly ignited ambition and crumbling, and he felt that he could only be obedient to the people.

Jiang Cheng was thinking wildly, but he didn't notice that a huge number of foot soldiers had appeared at some point and arrived at him in a majestic manner.

By the time he came to his senses, the army was close at hand.

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