Lu Xunzhi shook his head and sighed: "This Bai Junshi's face is also too big, as a staff member of the deputy capital commander, how can he practice his whereabouts and keep the deputy capital commander secret?" ”

Zheng Yunming said with a smile: "How about that, Gaozu doesn't ask Chen Ping what he usually does, extraordinary people naturally have extraordinary actions, you don't need to ask in detail." Chunfu and Jing Song must write this teaching book for the soldiers, I think that now that the infantry in the army is the majority, how about compiling a teaching book suitable for infantry drills, and the name is "Infantry Drill Manual"? ”

He smiled again and said, "If it is well compiled, you may be able to enjoy the martial arts temple in a hundred years with this book." ”

Yang Luha said with a smile: "The Central Plains is a world that talks about the identity of the family, if it is written to the scholars, it will be listed as a classic, if it is written to the generals, it is one of the hundred schools of thought, if it is written to the little pawns, it will be good to be able to mix the reputation of the rivers and lakes, what is worthy of enjoying the martial arts temple?" ”

Zheng Yunming stopped his laughter: "Since the founding of our dynasty, there has been no general who has not been promoted from a pawn to a festival envoy, as long as what you write is really useful to the soldiers, there will be countless soldiers in the future who will step by step to the peak of the Tai Lieutenant with your book, what is the difference between the meaning of this and the Analects and the University?" When we are soldiers and fight, we must first look up to ourselves, and then we can convince the enemy and be valued by the Son of Heaven. In the end, we became the heroes of the entire Great Song Dynasty! ”

He stretched out his arms at the tablet of the seventy-two sons on both sides, and said loudly: "One day, your tablet can also be among them, and become a member of the martial god temple where the incense is flourishing for thousands of future generations!" ”

Although he said a lot of arrogance, but Wang Deng did not believe these words at all, the status of the seventy-two sons of the Wumiao Temple and the seventy-two disciples of Confucius in the Temple of Literature were completely different, if any of them were in the Great Song Dynasty today, the Mongols would not dare to be so arrogant and contemptuous of the Great Song Dynasty's force.

In Wang Deng's mind, the only person who is really alive who can enjoy the martial temple is probably the one in Huangzhou City. The Zheng Dutong in front of him, whether you say that he is a genius from the sky, or that he is young and old, he has never experienced a real test. Under the strong offensive of the northern captives, the rich family of the prime minister's son is likely to shake his weakness, and may come up with some unexpected tricks, at that time, not only the people of Xiangyang, but also the people of Jinghu, and the tens of millions of living beings in Jiangnan may be ruined by the enemy's blade because of his small negligence.

In this situation, Wang Deng didn't even want to guess at all, he would rather bet on Zheng Yunming being able to survive this unprecedented big test.

The sky was covered with thick dark clouds, and the morning sun was surrounded by lead-gray clouds, with occasional glimmers of light shining through the cracks on the flags that gently swayed with the breeze. The towering bell tower is being built on the central axis of Xiangyang City, accompanied by the noise of the city, the thick and heavy bell echoes over the city.

The Mongols have finally arrived.

Zhao Kui was dressed in a military uniform, wearing a brocade robe given by the emperor, followed by all the senior generals in Xiangyang City, and walked up the north gate tower along the horse road. The castle tower was already heavily guarded, and behind each battlement stood a soldier with a bow and arrow, with a quiver full of arrows in his waist, and a horned bow wrapped with strips of cloth in his hand, which was conducive to protecting the tiger's mouth in the heat of battle. The battlements were filled with lime flasks and stones, and the spear-armed sergeants hid in a series of towers one after another, and the pikemen were ineffective until the enemy approached the city. The city gate and corner tower also increased the protection of the enemy tower, after all, the ace weapons of the Song army were hidden inside, and if the bed crossbow was exposed and the gunner was killed by the enemy's arrow rain, it would not be effective at all.

Zhao Kui led everyone to the city tower, raised their eyes and looked at the Mongolian army that was constantly crossing the Han River. Zheng Yunming looked down at the battlement with his hand, and suddenly felt like a cold water poured from his head, all kinds of bold words, all kinds of careful planning before the war, the moment he stood on the city and looked at it from afar, it became a blank in his mind.

All he felt at this moment was fear, the deepest fear of being surrounded by an enemy with absolute numerical superiority.

He had fought against tens of thousands of enemies and faced thousands of Han soldiers alone, but this was the first time he had seen the Mongols pouring out.

He couldn't help but think of the horrified description of the Mongol march by Europeans in the history books, the vast army as far as the ocean could see, the rain of arrows obscuring the sky, and the way you went from city to city, all you encountered were Mongol armies.

At that time, he also thought that the lord, who guarded a small castle and was fed by a few villages, had never seen the world, so he would exaggerate the number of the Mongol army in such a way. What he did not know, however, was that the Europeans had already begun the Crusades, that the little lords who had never been out of the house in their lives, had set foot on the lands of the East under the patronage of fanatical religious fervor, rich and poor, and had seen the huge Saracenic armies, who could not be called uninformed hillbillies in any way.

And the shock they faced, Zheng Yunming didn't really feel it until this moment.

A cavalry would have taken up much more space and area than an ordinary foot soldier, and the Mongol army was more accustomed to deploying the evacuation formations they were familiar with, and the visual effect was that they crossed the Han River and reached the horizon where heaven and earth meet, filled with black-armored soldiers and boundless banners. The Han River flowed like a narrow ribbon in front of Xiangyang City, and countless soldiers crossed the river on rafts, pontoons, and fishing boats, boiling the river. Geng Yuan's Fancheng direction was besieged by the enemy's army several times, and the old saying will be impossible to escape, this time the soldiers and generals in Fancheng really have wings and can't escape. Zheng Yunming looked back at the faces of these high-ranking generals, and all of them showed a bit of horror on their faces.

The only one on the entire city tower is Zhao Kui, the envoy of Jinghu, who ordered his subordinates to open up their umbrellas, set up a stove on the city tower to boil tea, and slowly looked back and forth in front of the battlement with a tea bowl, as if to see every detail of the dense army under the city more clearly.

Zheng Yunming barely suppressed his shock, and pretended to be relaxed: "Legend has it that Mongolian women in the Western Regions have six breasts and can give birth to eighteen children at a time, so there are so many armies that can be used. If we hadn't fought the Mongols ourselves, we would have almost believed it. ”

Zhao Kui smiled and said, "Why, the number of enemies is so large that even Zheng Guanren can't sit still?" ”

Zheng Yunming shook his head slowly: "Although the total number of enemies investigated by the Beijing News is more than 100,000, I don't think it's more than that. ”

Bai Yijie said on the side: "Dutong is no longer a newcomer, how can he still not see through such a trick of the enemy, although the Hu people have more than 100,000 soldiers, but the number of followers is far more than this number." ”

This is the common sense of war, if it weren't for Zheng Yunming's young qualifications from Rong, there should not have been such a miscalculation, even if the Central Plains sent an army, the husbands, prostitutes, merchants and miscellaneous servants of the army often exceeded the number of the army by one or two times, and even monks and Taoists and astrologers would follow the expedition in preparation for the general's call.

The Mongol expedition was even more powerful, and their so-called expedition was actually a migration of tribes, with men marching in front, women and children sitting in the back on lele carts pulled by oxen, and slaves and young men who had not yet joined the army driving cattle and sheep to follow all the way. In addition, the Mongol army that invaded the Central Plains was inevitably contaminated with the characteristics of the Central Plains, in addition to the family members and cattle and sheep, there were also a large number of husbands and servants who were used for earth work, transportation of baggage, and many rogues who came to Jinghu with their own weapons to loot on a large scale, as well as prostitutes, traders who sold various applications to the army, Confucian scholars, Taoist priests and monks, and turned the expeditionary army into a variety of parades.

In the eyes of the disciplined army of later generations, such an army seems to have no combat effectiveness at all, but Zheng Yunming's time in this life is not short, he knows that today's army is like this, even if the Yuejia army needs to carry so many unrelated personnel when going out, and his own army is only slightly rectified, eliminating some idle things that interfere with the normal march and camping, camp prostitutes, merchants and craftsmen, etc., he Zheng Yunming has no less.

More than 100,000 soldiers showed more than 100,000 people, it would be a vast and boundless sea of people, Zheng Yunming only understood the meaning of the so-called "100,000 soldiers to the sky" in the commentary.

"But even if more than 100,000 troops attack a city with all their might, it is unprecedented since the start of the war." With a hint of concern, he said, "Although we have known the news of the Mongol attack for a long time, the enemy is so numerous and so violent, that the soldiers will definitely panic. ”

"The soldiers are looking at you!" Zhao Kui slammed the teacup to the ground and said loudly: "You examine yourself first!" Wan Wensheng! Do you still bear the name of the capital of Shangjing and Hubei with this cowering appearance! Zheng Yunming! You are the son of Zheng Xianggong, even such a little person can scare you into changing color, and you still have the face to go back to see your parents? Meng Jing! At this time, you are as timid as a mouse, and the Mengdu Tong in Huangzhou has been stigmatized because of you! You are all afraid of the enemy, what should you do with your sergeants? Let the people of Xiangyang do? ”

Wan Wensheng's beard trembled, and he shouted: "him a thief and a dog Tartar, Lao Tzu will fight with him in this Xiangyang City!" ”