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"Lord Wen!"

"Prime Minister Wen!"

The onlookers looked at Wen Tianxiang's restrained figure, spontaneously knelt on the ground, and let out bursts of grief, they knew that the person in front of them was a hero, a real hero, if it wasn't for himself, for the sake of the Great Song Dynasty, how could he suffer so much, and even die.

Wen Tianxiang looked at the people around him, and in his cloudy old eyes, he couldn't help but shed a line of tears, he opened his chapped lips and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

Wen is incompetent, he can't save the people in the world, Your Majesty, the minister can't stand you, if he can, the minister is willing to die with you on the sea.

The last emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Song Huaizong, was just a nine-year-old child, under the siege and interception of the Yuan army, Prime Minister Lu Xiufu saw that the general trend had gone, in order to avoid the last emperor of the Great Song Dynasty from repeating the road of Jingkang, he angrily hugged the nine-year-old boy Tianzi, jumped into the sea under the cliff mountain, and died in the country.

When the tens of thousands of soldiers who followed him learned the bad news, they cried and shook the sky, followed Song Huaizong together, and threw themselves into the sea.

On the second day, 100,000 corpses floated on the tranquil sea.

Who said that Song people have no bones? However, in the face of this general trend, their power seems too small.

The Great Song Dynasty was never weak, it was people who were weak, and it was those rotten bureaucrats.

The death of Song Huaizong marked the complete destruction of the Southern Song Dynasty, thus ushering in a more tragic and dark era, and Wen Tianxiang can be said to be the last courtier of the Southern Song Dynasty.

At this time, an old woman desperately broke through the obstruction of the Yuan army, carried the basket, and came to Wen Tianxiang step by step, handed a bowl of water and a piece of steamed bread in the basket to Wen Tianxiang's mouth, and choked up: "Lord Wen, you can take a bite." ”

Wen Tianxiang just took a sip of water, then returned the rest of the meal to the old woman, and said, "Old man, Wen is just a dying person, you should keep these things." ”

"No," the old woman said with tears in her eyes, "It doesn't matter if I eat or not, old woman, you are different, you are different, you are a hero, how can I let you go on the road on an empty stomach and be a starving ghost." ”

"Get out," At this time, several Yuan soldiers standing beside Wen Tianxiang took the spears in their hands and began to drive away the old woman, and the steamed buns that the old man himself couldn't bear to eat were actually smashed by them on the soles of his feet.

"You bastards!" The old woman's eyes cracked, and she waved her old fist and slammed it towards the face of the Yuan soldiers, but the weak fist seemed to tickle these soldiers, and one of the Yuan soldiers even raised a kick and kicked the old woman to the ground.

They showed no mercy to this woman who was old enough to be their grandmother, and the spear in his hand struck the old woman's body fiercely, but the captain of the Yuan army turned a blind eye to this, and even shouted loudly in Mongolian: "Anyone who dares to disturb the order of the execution ground will be killed." ”

A stick swept over, "Poof," a mouthful of red blood flowed out of the old woman's mouth, and in the next second, she died of anger, but she was still glaring at those Yuan soldiers fiercely before she died.

This ordinary old man, an old grandmother who never knew a word in her life, was beaten to death by the Yuan army.

"Brute!!" Wen Tianxiang witnessed an unarmed old man who just wanted to bring him some food, and died in front of him, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Open your eyes, O heaven, and behold this afflicted people.

The noisy street, after the old woman's death, instantly became quiet, and everyone looked at the old corpse in the middle of the road in amazement.

"Grandma Li!" Several exclamations rang out, and many of the onlookers knew this lonely and poor old woman, whose husband and son had died at the hands of the Mongols, and now even she had died here.

"Damn, fight with them."

"It's just a bad life, it's a big deal that I'll still be a good man in the next life."

"Kill all these beasts and rescue Lord Wen."

The people of the Southern Song Dynasty who were watching were finally killed by the old man, and the red blood of this old grandmother stimulated the hidden thing called blood in the body for many years.

The passionate people, wielding fists, kitchen knives, and flat shoulders, scuffled with those heavily armed Mongolian soldiers, including blacksmiths, cooks, wealthy merchants, and lowly beggars, even though their identities were different, but they all knew one truth, they were Song people, Chinese people, how could they tolerate foreign races wreaking havoc in their homeland, killing their compatriots at will.

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!"

There were thousands of people present, and the Yuan army was only more than two hundred, among them, there was a hidden team, this team was one hundred and fifty people, although they were dressed the same as the common people, but the steel knives and crossbows in their hands showed that they were by no means ordinary people.

"Tear Lala," a voice came, and the one hundred and fifty people tore off their coats at the same time, revealing the red Southern Song Dynasty military uniforms underneath.

"Kill the Guangyuan dog and avenge the brothers who died."

These people are all soldiers under Wen Tianxiang, and they are also the last Song army in the land of China, the bright red military uniform, proclaiming to the world that even if the wife is separated, even if the country is ruined, there will still be a group of people who are selflessly dedicated and unyielding for the justice in their hearts, for this nation, and for the thousands of compatriots.

Even if you are outnumbered, even if you are under siege, but that righteousness will always exist in the world!!

One hundred and fifty Song troops, with the help of the people, killed the two hundred yuan soldiers and retreated.

On the field, more than a dozen ordinary people can be seen everywhere punching and kicking the corpse of a Yuan soldier who has already died of anger, desperately venting their inner anger, after the Mongols entered the city, their parents, relatives, brothers and sisters, many of them died tragically at the hands of the Mongols, and they have endured it for too long, today, it is time to understand everything.

But at this moment, a large group of Mongolian cavalry suddenly appeared in the distant street, and after that, there were 5,000 foot soldiers, a whole 10,000 Yuan army, raised their butcher knives towards these so-called mobs in front of them.

"Brush, brush," splashed blood, headless corpses, and tragic screams hit one after another, one after another people died under the sabers of the Mengren, they were just a group of ordinary people, not even soldiers, because all they had were ridiculous things like kitchen knives and hoes, but the Yuan army treated them as if they were treating a group of soldiers who had fought on the battlefield for many years.

Those who resist, kill, those who beg for mercy, kill, but anyone who dares to attack like their Dayuan warriors today, regardless of men, women, old or weak, will be killed.

They want to use the sabers in their hands to tell these humble Song people who is the master and who is the ruler of this land.

A brutal massacre began, thousands of people died here, and the 150 Southern Song soldiers told us with their blood.

The Song army is not weak, and the Song people are not weak!!

Only half an hour later, the wide street was filled with a strong smell of blood at the moment, almost all the people died here, under the siege of the 10,000 thousand army, they couldn't run at all, and the few surviving people were still resisting, but what awaited them was the fate of being slaughtered in the end.

"Puff puff", the sound of knives and guns entering the body came, a Song army soldier was pierced through the body by seven or eight spears, blood flowed along his wounds, and continued to flow out, this is the last Song Dynasty soldier, today he slashed three Mongolian soldiers in a row, but after the Yuan army arrived with a large number of soldiers and horses, these soldiers who did not die in a hundred battles finally returned to the west.

He glanced at Wen Tianxiang with dim eyes and showed a smile.

He died, and we don't even know his name, just like many of the dead people present, and none of them will be handed down to future generations.

No one will remember that today, a group of peddlers and pawns, ordinary people, in front of the brutal rulers of the Yuan Dynasty, resolutely raised the hoe and farm tools in their hands and let out an unyielding roar!!

This roar is made up of thousands of blood, and this roar is composed of countless displaced Chinese people.

"Great Song, immortal!!"

The massacre is over.

Because everyone is dead, in the eyes of the Yuan army, this is normal, they don't know how many times they have done the massacre of the city, and today they just met a group of crazy people.

Since the beginning of the massacre, Wen Tianxiang has been firmly guarded by more than a dozen Yuan soldiers, and the 2,000 Yuan troops stationed at the execution ground also strictly protected Wen Tianxiang at the first time when the riot began.

At this moment, looking at the corpses of the people on the ground, Wen Tianxiang knelt on the bluestone floor, and cried out sadly, "God, wake up and save these innocent people." ”

"Get up!"

Several Yuan soldiers immediately picked up Wen Tianxiang and continued to escort him towards the execution ground, the riot just now seemed to be a small episode, and none of the Yuan soldiers remembered it.

And Huang Xiaowei, he could only sit in the position of his supervisor in a daze, watching the occurrence of this human tragedy, if he could, he would definitely save these people with his own hands, but he couldn't, because Li Laosi's big hand was pressing on his shoulder at this time.

Huang Xiaowei's blood-red eyes looked at Li Laosi behind him, "Let go." ”

Li Laosi said expressionlessly: "Xiaowei, this is history, you can't change it, listen to the words of the fourth master, do what you should do, and don't worry about other things." ”

Huang Xiaowei was still staring at Li Laosi.

Finally, the old man sighed lightly: "Xiaowei, the blood debt will be repaid in blood, all these things they have done today will definitely make them repay it in the future, I believe in the fourth master, you will see this scene." ”

When Huang Xiaowei heard this, he sat down on the chair and closed his eyes unbearably.

Because the old figure wearing shackles has appeared on the high platform.

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