"Assi! Damn General Choi! ”

Jiashun did not have a surname, because he was the eldest in the family, so he was ranked as Jia, and his parents hoped that his arrival would allow the family to survive a rare famine for ten years, so they gave him the meaning of "Shun". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the day he came out of his mother's womb, the long-drought land ushered in a heavy rain, and the next day there was a tornado, which pushed a "big fish" that is still indescribable to the villagers onto the beach, allowing the whole village to survive.

Later, Jiashun's family struggled in the seaside fishing village of Nampo, and when the harvest was good, the grain planted was enough to eat, and they could also exchange it for some Chinese cabbage (Chinese cabbage) to make kimchi, but if the harvest was not good, they could only try to go to the sea to catch some sea vegetables and sea fish to barely make ends meet, or go to Pyongyang City to do some short-term work.

Jiashun is now thirty-two years old, with one front tooth missing, and one less back molar, although I have forgotten how it fell, but now I can still eat acorn rice balls very neatly. As for the rest of the things, it was fine, the fingers and toes were complete, the only fly in the ointment was that he was now squatting on the firing port of the twenty-third female wall east of the main entrance, only to find that an old hand crossbow issued to him by the defenders did not have a hanging knife (trigger for firing), and the string on the crossbow made of hemp rope had been disconnected.

"Assi! Damn General Choi! Jia Shun scolded, skillfully removed the crossbow arm of the crossbow with full strength, and then skillfully unveiled the machine on the crossbow to disassemble an old Goryeo army-style crossbow into parts, and while slowly putting these parts back together, he began to recall why he was in the here and now.

Speaking of which, this matter should have started ten days ago, ten days ago, he was still the small foreman of the freight class in Nanpu Matou, specializing in transporting something called Sanhetu to the Song people. Since the Song people came to Goryeo, several Great Song warships would land at the port of Nampo every three days, and then they would come down from the ships to measure the grain, foodstuffs, and Sanhe soil.

The weight of a bag of Sanhe soil is even more than three bags of grain of the same size, and for those of them who were called by the Song people as a freight class, although they can blatantly bring some food home by the way, the wages they get are far less than that of transporting Sanhe soil.

To put it simply, the average porter's daily wage is 50 wen song, while the worker who carries the Sanhe soil can get 120 yuan. As for Jiashun, because he worked hard and was able to lift four bags of Sanhe soil at a time, he was appointed as a small foreman by the Song people, and his salary was as high as one hundred and fifty yuan a day.

As for the work of porters, the Song people are really particular, not only each person was given two sets of overalls sewn with extremely thick fabric, but each person was also issued with ten pairs of thick cloth gloves and ten cloth mouth covers, and stipulated that if you don't wear good work clothes and gloves and mouth covers to work, you will be deducted 20 yuan if you catch it once.

Moreover, the Song people also take care of rice, two meals a day in the morning and evening, not only meat and fish, but also corn steamed rice and rice rice balls, you can eat them openly. Even if there is no transportation work, the food will not be bad, for Jia Shun this is a fairy-like day, but unfortunately now I think about it like a dream, and I woke up like this.

Or ten days ago, he was still the foreman of the freight squad on the Nampo wharf, according to the assignment of the Song people, he led a transport team composed of more than 50 porters, pushing the three-wheeled cart provided by the Song people, and transported the whole 2,000 bags of Sanhe soil to Pyongyang City. Then push the three-wheeled cart back to Nanpu.

However, unfortunately, just ten days ago, when he led the freight squad to Pyongyang with a tired cart, he found that the city was in a mess, and soldiers wearing the armor of the Goryeo army were arresting people everywhere in the city.

It was only while Jia Shun recalled the past, and saw that he had reassembled the crossbow casually, and replaced the hanging knife with an extra small iron hook in the parts, and Jia Shun continued to recall why he was staying in this damn city now, preparing for war with the Song people.

It seems that when he went into the city to hand over his errands, there was no problem, but the people at the transit station in Pyongyang told them to go back early and not stay in the city when they received the goods, and they also paid for the meal and the money for bathing in accordance with the old practice. However, Jiashun thought that he and his party had walked hundreds of miles from Nampo to Pyongyang, and they had to let the brothers have a good meal and a bath before going back.

As a result, just after dinner that night, Goryeo General Choi Zhuo also entered Pyongyang City, and then ordered the four gates of Pyongyang City to be closed. And when Jiashun, who was at a loss, hurriedly led the workers back to the transfer station to discuss ways with the Song people, the Goryeo army suddenly came to the door and arrested everyone in prison.

"Assi! Damn General Choi! ”

Jia Shun continued to curse, but his hands were unhurried to untie the broken hemp bowstring, carefully straighten out the loose fibers, and then rub them back together, and then continue to recall the past ten days. If you think about it carefully, there is nothing to say, at that time, I was directly locked up in the dungeon of the city defense army, and then every day there was only half a bamboo tube of water and a ball of acorn rice wrapped in lotus leaves, as if it was not until this morning that the Goryeo army was hurriedly released from the dungeon and let everyone go to the city to defend the city.

I still remember that in the seventeenth year of Renzong (1122), Pyongyang was attacked by the Jurchens in the north, when Jiashun was forcibly recruited by the defenders sent by Pyongyang City to defend the city of Pyongyang, and after more than three months of confrontation with the Jurchens, the Jurchens persevered in retreating, and finally, when Jiashun returned to the village, he was rewarded with a white horse, a bag of white rice and 350 Wen Song money.

And Jia Shun's skill of repairing military hand crossbows was also learned at that time.

It's just that when Jia Shun re-hung the crossbow string, he couldn't help but look at the Song people's battle formation outside the city who were waiting for six hundred steps, and sighed helplessly, this distance is too far, with the range of this crossbow in his hand at most a hundred steps, it can't be reached anyway.

Moreover, what Jia Soon also couldn't understand was why the good Song people were coming to attack Pyongyang City, didn't the Song people have to build roads for Goryeo before?

Jia Shun didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand, he just hoped that the Song people under the city would not be able to break through the city of Pyongyang, which seemed to him to be impregnable, just like the Jurchens back then.