On the 8th day of August 329 of the Great Song Dynasty, 7,000 men and horses sent by the Three Buddhas of the Great Song Dynasty arrived in Sinhala. The fleet also included ships bound for Eastern Rome. This small fleet, which had been temporarily incorporated into a large fleet, was loaded with personnel and supplies and was temporarily placed under the command of the army. When the mission is completed, the small fleet will fill the port of Colombo with tea and head north through the canal into the Mediterranean.

The ship's envoy came to Sinhala for the first time, and when he was bored on the ship, he got off the ship to see. Outside the nearby Miyagi Castle, I saw local laborers untying the locals from the gallows who had already been executed and piling them on the firewood racks. When the bodies are piled high enough, local laborers light a firewood rack and then join the local monks in chanting with their hands together.

The flames rose, and the heat forced the messenger to retreat. Looking at the fire, the messenger felt as if the corpse surrounded by flames was writhing in the flames. But when I looked closely, the corpse was stable and seemed to be not moving at all. After looking at it for a while, I saw that the corpse was really moving in strange movements. It wasn't the corpse that felt the pain of the burn, but the corpse that was burned and began to deform.

The messenger could not stand it any longer, so he turned his head and walked back. When I turned around the dense forest-like gallows, I only felt my heart beat to the point of panic. A puff of smoke rushed back to the ship, and the messenger never dared to get off the ship again.

Fortunately, the fleet was very efficient, and the supplies were quickly loaded and unloaded on the ships. The ships sailed through the canal into the Mediterranean Sea on 21 August. The fact that the legendary large-scale Mongol cavalry was not seen in the Canal Zone alleviated the emissary's aversion to war. Unbeknownst to the envoy at this time, from Egypt to Tunisia in the east, the legendary Mongol army was fighting hard.

The end of August in the Song calendar is the beginning of October in the Western calendar. The weather was still hot enough, and in the bright sun, the Mongol guns outside Tunisia cast thick shadows on the ground. When two or three hundred catties of stones fly out, a moving black shadow will appear on the ground. The shadow of the black shadow on the city wall quickly became clear, and the boulder immediately slammed into the city wall.

Some of the walls of Tunisia are very old and old, while others look relatively new. The new city wall began to crumble after only two or three stone bullets, and the stone shells fired by the return cannon hit the old city wall and shattered in the collision, and the stones used to build the city wall also appeared to be slightly broken, and the old city wall itself still maintained the shape of the city wall.

Marshal Boyan saw through the telescope that the pitchers of the return cannon began to throw stone bombs at the new city wall, and as soon as he put down the binoculars, he heard Timur next to him say: "The old city wall looks so old, but it is very strong. ”

Timur was the third son of Zhenjin, and although Zhenjin died, Kublai Khan not only did not deprive Zhenjin of his status as prince, but also began to raise Zhenjin's sons. Timur, one of the three sons, was sent to Beyan to take part in the military campaign to capture the Holy See.

Even though Timur's identity is so special, Marshal Boyan still did not deliberately flatter. Even in front of Kublai Khan, the commander of Boyan was always calm and calm. Another reason for not answering is that Marshal Boyan knows the cultural level of the Bo'er Jin family, and Hao Ren in this family may know that the Romans were once the overlords of the Mediterranean, and the old walls of Tunisia were built by the Romans. It is possible that the new walls were built by the Arabs when they expanded the city of Tunis. As for the other members of the Bo'er Jin family, Boyan had no illusions about their cultural level.

As soon as the shooters of the return cannon had a target, the earthy inner core of the new city wall collapsed with one or two stone bullets. As the dust falls, you can see that the walls that could have blocked the enemy have become gaps that can barely crawl through.

The Mongols did not immediately attack the gaps, and as soon as their array opened, a group of local Berber men, women, and children were driven towards the gaps. These Berbers were visibly terrified of the battlefield, and at first walked slowly. The Mongol cavalry was not satisfied with this speed, and began to shoot the people with their bows and arrows. When the arrow passes through the neck of a Berber, through the face, or into the skull, only a long tail is left outside. The victims let out a terrible cry, and the men, women, and children who were not attacked immediately rushed towards the gap driven by death.

It was the first time he had seen the legendary exorcist siege, and he raised his binoculars to watch with relish, and saw that the defenders at the head of the Tunisian city began to shoot people with long-range weapons, and Timur couldn't help but let out a 'oh'.

Boyan looked at it without saying a word, if he had seen this siege battle at a banquet, this would only be the end of the appetizer. In the experience of the Mongol army, the defenders would always resist in this way when facing the first wave of civilians. The test of the defenders was the second and third waves. Do the defenders at the head of the city really have the determination to defend the city no matter what?

Marshal Boyan outside the city was judging things with his rich experience, while the defenders in the city, who had never seen such a situation, were under tremendous pressure. As they approached the walls, the Berbers called out to the army at the head of the city in a familiar native voice, begging the defenders to let them into the city. Naturally, many of the soldiers hung their weapons, until the commander scolded them to disperse those who were close to the walls with bows and arrows and torsional ballistas.

On such a battlefield, the commanders are quite sober. No one can guarantee that there are no spies mixed with the Mongols among the people, and even if there are none, just so many people rushing into the city will cause chaos in the city.

The commanders' wishful thinking was to disperse the people with long-range weapons, and so it was. The people, who were met by the defenders of the city, screamed and ran back. The Mongol army that followed behind continued to shoot the people with their longbows mercilessly, and the arrows of the longbows were not at all comparable to the original riding bows. The bowstring sounded, and the long feathered arrows pierced the people's bodies. Some archers were powerful enough to shoot arrows that could even pierce a person before piercing the body of the people behind them.

The people instinctively felt that the attack of the defenders at the head of the city might be more gentle than the ferocity of the Mongol longbowmen, so they turned their heads and ran back in the direction of the gap in the wall. The commander of the city had no choice but to let the soldiers continue to attack, and the people under the city suffered casualties in an instant. Pushed back and forth between the defenders at the head of the city and the Mongol army below, the people were quickly killed and wounded.

The commander at the head of the city had just breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as the Mongol army opened, new civilians were driven out and advanced towards the gap where the dead and wounded were everywhere. Some soldiers had already begun to sneak away, and with the exception of a few who were hard-hearted, the commanders of the defending army also generally felt soft.

But at this time, in order to survive for themselves, people can only keep the people out of the city. After some tug-of-war, the second wave of people was basically exhausted. The Mongols wasted no time, and the third wave was driven out of the army and continued to be thrown into battle.

"What's the point of doing this, big handsome?" Timur, who had seen enough of the show, asked puzzled.

"People get tired. After killing so many people, those people in the city did not have enough strength and murderous intent. ”

Hearing this, Timur touched the beard on his chin and said, "One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion?" ”

Boyan couldn't help but look at Timur, he didn't expect that the baby of the Bo'er family would be able to say such a thing. The level of education is a little higher than Boyan imagined.

At this time, the people of the Third Pobers were driven to the city. Just looking at the messy corpses under the city and the tragic cries of the people who did not die, the third wave was already weak in both legs. This time, however, no bows and arrows were fired, nor torsional ballistae were thrown. The defenders couldn't kill anymore and finally chose to let some people in.

Seeing that they were finally brought to life, people shouted in Arabic and swarmed up into the gap. The Mongols also began to approach and tried to take advantage of the chaos. At this time, the defenders began to fire with bows and ballistas, apparently hitting a dozen Mongol soldiers. Under the stubborn resistance of the defenders, the Mongol army had to withdraw.

In the midst of the praise of 'Hu Da is the greatest', the people climbed through the gap with great speed and fled into the city. The defenders couldn't help but relax when they saw that they had finally saved a group of people. As they greeted their compatriots, several defenders felt a sharp pain in their chests, and when they looked down, they saw a blood-stained tip suddenly appear from their chests. As the vision fell into darkness, the defenders seemed to hear an Egyptian accent. They were puzzled by how the Egyptians, who were at war with the Berbers, had come here. Aren't they at war with the Mongols?

The Egyptians, who had been caught in the Berber captives, were already in a rage, attacking the nearby defenders with their short knives, and then seizing the defenders' weapons against the defenders. The retreating Mongol army sped up and rushed towards the gap where it had been won. They dismounted at the gap and rushed up to the city with muskets on their backs.

After a scramble by the Mongol army, the thousand-year-old city of Tunisia finally ushered in the first musket in its history. More and more Mongol troops came to the city, and the sound of muskets became more and more dense. When the two-pound cannon also joined the battlefield, the Berbers defending the city were finally driven down from the city.

Outside the city, Egyptians dressed in new sackcloth trumpets followed the leader, forming long or short lines outside the gates. The leaders stood neatly in front of their new Mongol masters.

"When you enter the city, half of all the spoils will be yours. Kill as much as you want, don't worry, the more you kill, the heavier the reward. Your relatives in your hometown will become nobles. "The Mongolians are cheerful and sincere. Nothing is more useful than making promises and keeping them.

"Yes." The leaders, utterly appalled by the Mongol massacre in Egypt, replied loudly. The best way not to be killed by the Mongols is to make the Mongols feel that they are useful. The battlefield is undoubtedly a place where they prove their usefulness.

The shouting inside the city gate finally weakened, and it didn't take long for the city gate to slowly open from the inside. The Mongols shouted at the new Egyptian annexes: "Kill in, no chickens and dogs will be left!" ”

Hearing the master's order, the Egyptian chiefs responded with a wolf howl and rushed into the city with their men.

Marshal Boyan calmly watched a group of men and horses attack Tunisia in the rear, which felt very familiar, when the Mongols went south to destroy the Song Dynasty, the number of Mongolian troops in the army was actually very small. Nearly ninety percent of the Mongol army that went south to destroy the Song Dynasty was the northern Han army. Relying on the Han army, the Southern Song Dynasty army was defeated, and relying on the true god cultists in Egypt, of course, other true god religion countries could be eliminated.

"Dashuai, this city is about to be conquered!" Timur said happily.

"Hmm." Boyan responded indifferently.

"Are you going to exterminate the tribes of Tunisia next?" Timur was thrilled by the impending victory, and for the past two years he had been attacking the northern states of Tianzhu, whose resistance was so stubborn that the Mongol army made no progress. If such means had been used, perhaps the war would have been won long ago.

Boyan shook his head, "No." Tunisia is only the maritime fulcrum of our attack on Italy, and when we have captured the Holy See, it is not too late to go back and clean up other places. ”

In the central part of the Mediterranean, the Italian peninsula, shaped like a boot, protrudes from north to south. A short distance to the southwest of the tip of the boot, a bulge rises to the north on the southern shore of the Mediterranean, and the apex of this piece of land is the city of Tunis. It is also the closest place in Italy to the southern shore of the Mediterranean. In the books that Boyan Marshal has read, the land where he is now located used to have a resounding name, called 'Carthage'. A thousand years ago, the Punic War broke out between Carthage and Rome. Eventually, Roman troops from Italy to the north wiped out Carthage.

"Marshal, can these Egyptians defeat the Italian army?" Timur asked.

Boyan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Timur again. From Boyan's point of view, Timur's knowledge is incomplete, but for such a 24-year-old young man, it is already good. This statement has already proved the question of Timur considering the use of new annexes.

"The quickest way this time is not by land, but by sea." After Marshal Boyan finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the attendant took the map very interestingly and unfolded it, and then pointed his finger from above, "From Tunisia to Baramo, from Baramo to Rome to land." ”

Timur looked at the map he had seen and reaffirmed that Italy was in the shape of a boot, with Baramo in the north of Sicily and Rome on the west coast of the Italian peninsula. The city of Rome, where the Holy See is located, is not near the sea, but it is very close to the sea. After thinking about it carefully, I also feel that what Boyan Dashuai said makes sense.

"Dashuai, let's mobilize the people, and we'll only arrest the people of the Holy See?" Timur asked tentatively.

"Of course not. But the matter is prioritized, and the Holy See is grasped first. Then completely seize Tunisia and Italy. The Great Khan ordered me to seize the Holy See, but not Tunisia and Italy. These two places naturally have to be done by you. ”

After saying this, looking at the happy expression on Timur's face, Boyan's heart was also a lot more settled. At this time, he no longer needs any military exploits, but needs to accumulate troops and stabilize his territory. Leave these to his sons. If Boyan solved Italy in the same way that he solved the Southern Song Dynasty, God knows what the Great Khan would think in his heart.