"Bang!" There was a loud bang and the house collapsed. The original sparse flames www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion were nourished by the beams of wood and the straw on the roof of the house, and they jumped up sharply, swallowing the staggering figure in the house. Standing outside the house, looking at the collapsed ruins and the writhing flame figure, Xie Tiandi covered his face with his hands and knelt on the ground, tears already flowing down his palms irrepressibly.

The house that has been passed down from generation to generation collapsed completely, and his mother-in-law was also engulfed in the fire, and finally did not escape.

"Lao Xie, don't cry, run, the Mongolian Tartars are here again!" A middle-aged man rushed forward and dragged Xie Tiandi up, and Xie Tiandi's unkempt daughter also came over to drag his father together.

Xie Tiandi just knelt there and cried. He didn't know what hope he had for the future, and he barely supported the backbone of the house, as if it had been completely broken with the collapse of the house. The family foundation that had worked hard for half a life was burned by this flame, and the grain hidden by the head pinned to the waistband of the trousers in the winter was finally searched out and transported away by the Mongolian Tartars.

Xie Tiandi didn't know what he had done in his previous life, and he had to suffer such a thing in this life. The house is gone, the wife is dead, the food is robbed, there is only a daughter left, the old Xie family passed to his generation, because of the war at the time of Duanping, the death of the dead, the wounded, and finally only he was left alone, now it's okay, the mother-in-law is gone, and the son who continues the incense is gone, only a daughter is left.

The incense of Lao Xie's family is broken!

The foundation of the old Xie family is burned!

His parents gave him the name "Xie Tiandi" so that he could keep this inch of land and this house that his family had passed down from generation to generation in this troubled world, but now everything has turned to ashes. The Mongols galloped through the farmland after spring ploughing, gouging out all the shoots, and then burning all the houses here, which is known as "the strong wall and clear the wilderness".

But everyone who understands knows that the Ming Dynasty in the south has opened a posture, and the Mongolian Tatars are preparing to retreat, not only to drive these Han people in the north to the north, but also not to leave any houses and crops after spring ploughing to the Ming army, if anyone has the courage to hide privately, it is a collaborator!

It was not until the battle of Xiangyang that the Southern Song Dynasty occupied an absolute advantage before it began to adopt the Huairou policy, but unfortunately the Huairou policy did not last long, because a large amount of grain and strong men must not be expected to be able to be obediently handed over, especially to drive these Han people in the north to fight with the Ming army in the south.

Before this, Mongolia had an absolute advantage in the face of the Southern Song Dynasty, so many Han people in the north would also work hard for Mongolia, hoping to win a piece of fame and fortune in the new dynasty, and now everyone can see that Mongolia will be driven back to their hometown by the Ming army sooner or later, and now they will go to the Mongols again, fighting their own compatriots, and they will be poked in the back, not to mention, there will be no good end in the end!

In particular, the Mongols lost all the Han troops in the Battle of Guanzhong, which made the Mongols lose their prestige among the Han people. After all, no one wants to join the army to be cannon fodder. Of course, Mongolia also realized the rebellious psychology of the Han people, so not only did it no longer issue Han people as soldiers, but began to drive the Han people north, so that there were few people in the state capitals bordering the Ming Dynasty. What's more, when there is a shortage of food and grass in winter, the Mongolian cavalry will directly plunder here, after all, the Mongolian cavalry does not have much courage to plunder deep into the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

The Mongols are not stupid, the main army of the Ming Dynasty is all gearing up and waiting to take the Mongolian cavalry to fight the autumn wind, so naturally there is no reason to throw themselves into the net. What's more, the battle of Lihecai Town in winter beat the Mongolian cavalry, who had always been quite confident in themselves, to the point that they had no temper, and when they were in short supply and lack of food, they could only spill their anger on the heads of the Han people in the north.

Xie Tiandi escaped two raids last autumn and winter, and now he is still not spared.

The Mongol cavalry, which had set fire in all directions, turned around again.

"Lao Xie, run!" Several villagers also came over and shouted. The Mongol Tatars had apparently angered the looted grain, and did not intend to let these people continue to live in the world, so they raised their sabers and went straight to the fleeing people in all directions.

In the face of the fierce Mongol cavalry, the villagers could only run desperately, only begging the Mongols not to pursue after a while.

Xie Tiandi stood up slowly, and with trembling hands, he picked up a wooden stick on the ground, which was the top door stick in his house. The surrounding villagers all looked at Xie Tiandi in surprise, and instead of running away, Xie Tiandi faced the Mongolian cavalry that was getting closer and closer.

Standing there with red eyes, although Xie Tiandi is not tall and his figure is very thin, but in the eyes of everyone, Xie Tiandi, who is not good-looking, is exceptionally tall.

Looking at Xie Tiandi, who was standing in front of him with a wooden stick, laughter suddenly broke out among the Mongolian cavalry, but their horse speed did not weaken, and they obviously planned to try their swords with this Han man who did not know the height of the sky. This saber has not been cut for a long time, and it will be blunted.

"Daddy!" Xie Tiandi's daughter shouted sadly.

"Old Xie!" The villagers looked back at the figure.

The Mongol cavalry is getting closer and closer, and the warm spring breeze has brought the cold of the saber blade.

A loud whistle suddenly broke through the air.

Arrows rained down.

Xie Tiandi stood there stunned, and the Mongolian cavalry in front of him had already fallen to the ground. One by one, the war horses either slammed down after being hit by an arrow, or rushed over from Xie Tiandi's side. Xie Tiandi reacted at this time and hurriedly dodged an oncoming war horse.

A group of cavalry rushed down from the hillside not far away, and all the villagers looked in amazement at this well-equipped team that could shoot all the Mongol cavalry in a moment.

A red dragon flag rose from the ranks, waving in the wind.

One by one, the villagers slowly fell to their knees, facing the roaring cavalry.

It also faces the flag that waives in the wind.

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North of Bozhou, Linqing (author's note: now Linqing City, west of West County).

Linqing is located on the edge of the canal, and the canal that leads north to Youzhou flows through the city. Hundreds of years ago, this canal, which symbolized the prosperity of the Sui and Tang dynasties, used to be bustling with white sails, and the prosperous towns and large and small locks and wharves established along the canal were symbols of the prosperous history of commerce and trade.

It's just that later, with the confrontation between Song and Liao, the North Canal that arrived in Youzhou was occupied by half of the two countries, which also made the entire canal completely lose its role and gradually silted up in the past three hundred years. In the period of history that was not changed beyond recognition by Ye Yingwu, the dredging of the canal presided over by Guo Shoujing was actually no less than the re-excavation of a canal.

Now standing in Linqing City and looking at the canal outside the city, there is only one ravine left, and there is no way to even pass the foot and neck of the trickle, who can imagine that this was once the main artery of the north and south, and it was once a symbol of the extreme prosperity of a huge empire?

The entire city of Linqing was now in chaos, and groups of Mongolian cavalry ran through the streets in a panic. The streets, where you could still see sparse people, were deserted and empty, except for the figures of Mongolian foot riders and the sound of horses' hooves and combat boots stomping on the ground.

Linqing City was originally a front-line town, in the south side of the Linqing in the Bozhou area, the Ming two Huai Army, the Tianwu Army's sentry cavalry often fought with the Mongolian sentry cavalry, so in fact, there were not many Han people in the north in Linqing City still lived, some were forcibly requisitioned by the Mongols as strong men, and some of them tried their best to flee south, only a very small number of women, children, old and weak could not walk at all, so they stayed here.

However, even if only women, children, old and weak remained, the Mongols obviously did not intend to lose them to the Ming army.

As soon as the Mongol cavalry entered the street, all the people on the street hid in their homes, but the Mongols, who were obviously busy retreating, still drew out two cavalry teams and swept from house to house along the county street. The closed doors of the houses were kicked open, and the Mongol cavalry rushed straight into the house with their sabers, and soon the mournful cries of women and children and the low moans of the old and sick were heard in the house.

A Mongol cavalryman dragged a woman directly by the hair and dragged her out into the street, while the centurion outside with a saber just glanced at her and twisted his head away. A woman and child were kicked out.

Young children, trembling women, and trembling old men kept gathering towards the city gate under the drive of the Mongolian cavalry in front, and children kept crying and falling, and there were constantly old people who fell down because they couldn't keep up with the pace, but the Mongolian cavalry behind did not hesitate to step forward, and the horsewhip in their hands was pulled down fiercely.

Screams echoed through the streets, drops of blood dripping down the whip.

"Boss, what are we going to do?" In the dark corner, a man who seemed to be completely at one with the darkness asked softly, his hand already pressed on the sleeve of his shirt, and inside the sleeve was a short knife, ready to be unsheathed at any moment.

The middle-aged man lying on the ground with a crossbow on his head said in a deep voice: "The Mongol Tartars want to drive these women and children to the north, and it is even very likely that they plan to burn down the entire city. ”

"Those women and children are fine, it is impossible for the old man to go north with the army, what if our brothers kill them later?" The young man pressed his hand on the other sleeve, and the whole person straightened, as long as the middle-aged man who led the team gave an order, even if he knew that the road ahead was death, he would rush forward and fight.

The middle-aged man raised his hand slightly to signal his subordinates not to act rashly, and his voice was very low, without a trace of ups and downs: "Do you think it is possible for the Mongolian Tatars to take the old man north?" ”

The young man shivered violently and looked at the middle-aged man beside him. He suddenly remembered that when the Mongols planned to slaughter the city, they had pulled everyone out of the city first, and all the women were taken captive, and all the men above the wheels were slashed and killed. The purpose of this was also because in the eyes of the Mongols, boys who were smaller than wheels were better suited to plunder and to supplement the next generation of Mongolian labor.

And the reason why the Mongols dragged everyone out of the city was just to ensure that there were no fish in the city, so that they could burn the entire city with a single fire.

"Why can't the army behind come over?" The young man jumped to his feet in a hurry.

He was not worried that he might die at the hands of the Mongol Tatars. Daming Jinyiwei has not eaten dry food for more than two years, and has been painstakingly operating various towns on the front line, especially in a town like Linqing, where Mongolia has already stationed a lot of soldiers and horses, and has long built many hideouts and tunnels leading to the outside of the city, otherwise they are in the prime of life, and it is impossible for them to come and go from the city so easily, after all, the Mongolians have now even reached the point where a strong man in the city will not let go, otherwise it is impossible for only the old, weak, sick and disabled to be left in this huge Linqing city.

What he really feared was the lives of the people in the city.

After all, thinking that he might have watched and listened to these compatriots of a nation falling in a pool of blood, but in fact he had not seen many tragic storms and rains, he did not dare to imagine whether he had the courage to face such a fact.

Sometimes, a person's power is so small that nothing can be changed, and they can only sit back and watch the tragedy happen.

The middle-aged man sighed: "Don't worry, what's the use of being anxious." This is Linqing, not Bozhou, since the Mongolian Tartars still have the leisure to drive the people from house to house, it means that the brothers of the two Huai armies have not yet rushed over, and they still have time. ”

At this moment, a group of Mongolian cavalry galloped through the alley where the two were hiding, each with a torch in his hand, and the figures flew by, leaving only sparks fluttering in the wind. And the middle-aged man's face changed, and he grabbed his subordinates suddenly: "Hurry up, the Mongolian Tatars are ready to burn the city!" ”

The young man was slightly stunned, hesitated for a moment and muttered, "Can't we do anything?" ”

Without saying a word, the middle-aged man dragged him directly into the courtyard that had been arranged a long time ago, and the torches were still on the roof. In the north, there was little rain, so most of the roofs were still thatched, and soon the houses were on fire, and the flames continued to rise in the wind, getting bigger and bigger, and soon the whole house was completely swallowed up.

The two of them hid in the tunnel that had been dug a long time ago, listening to the crackling sound not far away. The boiling heat continued to pour into the tunnel, baking the faces of the two people a little red. The young man gasped for breath, if it wasn't for his own boss who quickly dragged him over just now, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have his life now. After all, the fire has burned down the houses outside, and it is not so easy to find the entrance to the tunnel in the vast fire.

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands on his pants - he ran down all the way just now, his palms were sweaty - and only after a long time did he look at his subordinates: "First, we can't do anything, just now there is no difference between killing directly and moths to the fire, what we need to do is to convey all the information collected before to the brothers who killed it intact, and secondly, this Linqing City is just a town on the front line of thousands of miles of Daming and Mongolia, and there are hundreds of similar towns, how can Daming save them." ”

After a pause, there was a little more bitterness in the middle-aged man's voice: "What's more, the entire Northern Expedition has just begun, and even His Majesty has not yet issued an order, and it is more that the Mongolian Tatars took the initiative to retreat after seeing the posture of the Ming Dynasty." In the vast expanse of land from here to the grasslands to the north, how many towns and how many people. This is the beginning of suffering. ”

The young man sighed softly.

The remnants are in tears, and now the Ming Dynasty has begun the vigorous Northern Expedition, but the Han people in the north still have to face such a bloody ordeal, and even face the complete destruction of the entire family and the tragedy of the house where the ancestors have lived for generations was burned down.

The fire outside gradually subsided, and it was completely quiet.

The young man and the middle-aged man looked at each other silently.

The sound of horses' hooves broke the silence. The warm wind carried the smell of the burning fire and the strong smell of blood. After some time, the sound of boots tapping on the ground sounded again, and the cavalry of the brigade appeared again.

The two people in the tunnel who had been staring at each other for a long time slowly moved their stiff limbs.

Whoever came, both of them had to find out.

"The 1st Brigade quickly went to the north of the city to see if there were any survivors, and the rest of the guards scattered on the spot to find the people of the Jinyi Guard." A deep voice rang out.

Pure Chinese Chinese.

The young man and the middle-aged man exhaled.

Although the Ming army came late, it finally came. (To be continued.) )