Someone once said that 365 days a year, every day is someone's birthday, and it is also someone's death day. In short, they are memorable days.

On the ninth day of the sixth month of the seventh year of Xianchun, on the day that Cheng Jun threw the letter of his future proposal into the mailbox, the Navigation Guild executed a group of people in a large manor on the outskirts of Guangzhou. Most of the people who visited were the cadres of the Navigation Guild, and the executed were all members of the gang that had stolen and sold gunpowder in Haizhou in the past few years.

Zhao Jiaren really wanted to be punished, but he couldn't do it. Even if Zhao Jiaren is the ambassador of Guangzhou Zhizhou and Guangnan East and West Road pacification and control, the envoy of the coastal control of Guangzhou, Jiaozhi and Yunnan, he has the right to dispose of it on the spot. The only person in my Great Song Dynasty who can issue an execution order to civilians who are not in a state of Zhang Zheng is Dali Temple.

However, these things did not make Zhao Jiaren's mood worse, and it was of great benefit to get rid of this batch of moths, deter lawlessness, and magnify the spirit of the heroes. Helping people use the stolen money obtained from theft and sale to invest in the Navigation Guild has always been a thorn in Zhao Jiaren's heart. Unplugging this annoying thing really made him feel a lot more relaxed. Even if it is not good, it can let the officials of the Nautical Guild know that they are not free to do whatever they want.

But coincidentally, on the ninth day of the sixth month, the Mongols used the gunpowder they bought from these scum to attack Fancheng. They first fought with water ghosts, sneaking from the waterway to the bottom of the chain bridge between Xiangyang and Fancheng in the early hours of the morning, and blew up the chain bridge. Then the onslaught of Fancheng was launched.

Fancheng already had its own return cannon at this time, and it was called Fancheng cannon. However, the defenders of Fancheng did not expect that in the afternoon, the Mongol army replaced the large stones thrown by the return cannon with explosive bags. Each explosive bag was stuffed with dozens of pounds of gunpowder, and a powder canister with a fuse was installed inside. The outside was wrapped in sackcloth with many stone chips.

In this era, the defenders of the city gathered a large number of soldiers at the head of the city, and the defenders of Fancheng did not expect the Mongols to come up with such a trick. When they saw the Mongol army retreating, they thought that they had repelled the Mongol army. At this time, the army at the head of the city and under the city leaked out, and was blown up by the explosives packs. The defenders of Fancheng immediately suffered unprecedentedly heavy losses.

Without waiting for the smoke to clear, the Mongol army, which was ready to storm again, swarmed up again, and this time there were no more Song troops at the head of Fancheng that could fight. Even if they were not killed or injured by the explosion, the Song army at the head of the city was hit by the explosion and lost its combat effectiveness.

Although the Song troops placed behind them immediately caught up with the city, the Mongols managed to capture the entire city wall.

On the 10th day of the 6th month, the day after the Mongol army occupied the city walls, as soon as the morning dawned, more brutal battles began. The Mongol army gathered a large number of troops and began a new round of onslaught.

Boyan and Ah Shu were on a high place outside the city, listening to the sound of fighting coming from the Mongolian army's city, their expressions were grim. The generals standing around were all smiling because they had the chance to win, but although they were surprised to see the main general like this, they didn't dare to say anything.

Looking at the expressions of the generals, recalling the violent explosion at the head of Fancheng City yesterday, Ah Shu couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Dashuai, do you think that if we defend Fancheng, can we withstand such a bombardment?" ”

Boyan didn't speak, the question was easy to answer, but the answer was so hard to say. The enlarged version of the powder vial, which he learned from Zhao Jiaren, destroyed Fancheng and also destroyed the traditional mode of warfare. Boyan felt that if he wanted to fight against such a bombardment of explosives, the only way was for the defenders at the head of the city to also use explosives to fight back.

The Song army at the head of Fancheng did not have such technology, and the number of explosives bags was far inferior to that of the Mongol army. However, the Mongols had not yet learned to prepare granular gunpowder, and their future enemy, Zhao Jiaren, had a technological advantage. Thinking of this, Boyan sighed: "Since this is the case, please ask Marshal Ashu to destroy the Song Dynasty with me as soon as possible." ”

Marshal Ah Shu nodded, although he didn't understand why the Song State suppressed Zhao Jiaren so much, he could understand that this suppression was a great opportunity for Mongolia. The Great Song Dynasty was a system of power ministers, and if Zhao Jiaren sat on the status of Jia Nidao today, needless to say anything else, the Song army that came to the aid of Xiangyang would probably bombard the Mongolian army's barracks with explosives bags. Even if he just imagined that kind of scene, Ah Shu felt cold behind him.

Packing up his mood, Marshal Ah Shu was ready to wait for the news of the complete occupation of Fancheng. Left and right, waiting for the news that there were hundreds of Song troops in the city not only did not mean to surrender, but they also fought to the death with the Mongol army in the city. With these people taking the lead, the Song army in the city also fought separately, which led to the entire street battle being linked.

Probably because they were in a desperate situation, these people were desperate in their fighting methods. When the Mongols entered the streets, they took advantage of their familiarity with the terrain to go around behind the Mongol troops, attacked the Mongols with powder bottles, and set fire to the houses. When the Mongol troops trapped in the streets panicked, they were violently charged and killed by these Song troops, and the casualties were not small.

Hearing that the Song army still had such combat effectiveness at this time, Ah Shu couldn't help but be speechless. The Song army defending the city was all elite, and he knew a lot about it for several years. If it weren't for the advantage of gunpowder and a sudden strike, I'm afraid this Fancheng would not have fallen so easily.

However, the surprise will not help the progress of the war in the slightest, and Ah Shu is ready to order more troops to enter the city to kill these Song troops. Without waiting for him to speak, he heard Boyan say coldly: "At this time, they are still stubbornly resisting, and they are to blame for the disaster of slaughtering the city." Order the slaughter of the city! ”

Hearing this order, Ah Shu was stunned. In this war, the civil officials in the Mongol court demanded that the city should not be slaughtered, and Kublai Khan also said not to slaughter the city as before. After all, engaging in massacres would make the Song Kingdom resist even more desperately. After the destruction of the Song Kingdom, these lands will become Mongol territory, and someone must serve the Mongols.

But after thinking about it, he was also relieved. It would be too lenient to let these people resist so stubbornly and still spare their lives. This is tantamount to encouraging the Song people to resist to the end. Thinking of this, Ah Shu swallowed the words of dissuasion back into his stomach, and calmly watched the general go as ordered.

At the beginning of the massacre, the Song army, who were fighting in the city, initially felt that the pressure had dropped sharply. Although I don't know why the Mongol army temporarily retreated, these officers and soldiers who fought were able to take a breath for the time being. Dry food is still available, but water is gone. Someone ran to the water source to fetch some water and came back, and as soon as he entered his mouth, he vomited it. There was a strong smell of blood in the water, and even if he was desperately thirsty now, human instinct made it impossible for Song Jun to swallow the water.

Niu Fu, the general who led this army, stood up, and he took the helmet filled with water from the hand of the general Wang Fu, and saw that the water in the helmet was a dull red. The color reminded him of the scene he had seen when he rushed into the palace of the defenders of Fancheng in a panic a few hours ago.

The guard general of Fancheng is Fan Tianshun, at this time, there was chaos outside the mansion, and he rushed into the mansion and didn't see Fan Tianshun, nor did he see Fan Tianshun's family. General Niu Fu was stunned at that time, stumped Fan Tianshun and escaped? In a panic, Niu Fu went straight to the back hall, wanting to see if he could find someone, and sure enough, he saw many Fan Tianshun's family members kneeling in front of Fan Tianshun's study. pushed aside the people and rushed in, and Niu Fu saw two lines of blood written on the white wall, 'Born as a Song Chen, Die as a Song Ghost'!

Probably because it wasn't just written, the blood had already begun to clot, and there was some red in the dull black. And Fan Tianshun had already committed suicide by hanging himself from the beam at this time. There was blood on his left hand, and there was a big cut on his wrist, and those blood words should have been written in Fan Tianshun's own blood.

Niu Fu's lips squirmed, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Fan Tianshun is the nephew of Fan Wenhu, the former deputy commander of the Great Song Palace. He came from a prominent background, but during the few years he guarded Fancheng, he was conscientious in his duties, and his command level was quite convincing to everyone. At this time, Fan Tianshun committed suicide, probably because he knew that Fan Cheng really couldn't hold it.

The Lord will have a judgment, and Niu Fu's originally flustered mood is like falling from a cliff. But when his mood fell to the bottom, Niu Fu felt a kind of calm. At a time when the situation cannot be changed, what is there to pursue? Niu Fu thought that such despair and peace was the end, but there was a sudden brilliance in his eyes, because he felt that a kind of unwillingness suddenly appeared under his calmness. Fan Tianshun chose his own way of death, and Niu Fu also chose his own way of death. He wanted to die, and on the battlefield.

Facing Fan Tianshun, who used his life to practice the promise of 'being born as a Song minister and dying as a Song ghost', Niu Shun bowed respectfully, and then got up and left the Shuai Mansion. Seeing Niu Fu come out, the soldiers waiting at the door hurriedly asked anxiously: "General, what should we do now?" ”

Niu Fu smiled and said happily: "Let's go kill the Tartars!" Regardless of the fact that the soldiers stayed in place in surprise, he carried the Pu knife and strode towards the direction of the battlefield. Seeing General Niu Fu striding forward, the soldiers gritted their teeth, and they also clenched their weapons and followed Niu Fu in stride.

Sighing, Niu Fu broke free from his memories. He pinched his nose and took a big sip of the blood. Although the smell of blood can still be felt, this method has made the blood water to the extent that it can be tolerated. This method is still a small skill taught to the defenders in the city when Zhao Jiaren's troops came to the rescue. After drinking, Niu Fu handed the helmet filled with water back to the general Wang Fu. Wang Fu didn't say much, he also pinched his nose and poured himself a big mouthful, and handed the helmet to the thirsty soldier next to him.

At this time, everyone had nothing to say, and the amount of blood and water was not enough for everyone to drink. Everyone pinched their noses and drank some, ate dry food, and took a short break in the middle of the battlefield. This can't be said that they have big hearts, it can only be said that they are probably in a state of mourning at this time. There is no fear of death, especially of one's own death. Everything they do at this point is to prepare for the next fight. It's just that time doesn't allow it now, and if they do, they will probably be able to sleep in this fierce battlefield to recover their strength to the maximum.

After a short rest, a sentry rushed almost in a row. When he saw Niu Fu from afar, he cried out, "General, general, the Tartars have begun to slaughter the city!" They've started slaughtering the city! ”

Niu Fu's already unwavering state of mind was moved, he stood up quickly, carried the Pu knife and said to the sentry: "Take me there!" ”

A few streets away, I saw that the Mongol army had captured many people from Fancheng. They tied them in a row with ropes, so that the Mongols with spears stabbed the people to death from behind. Niu Fu looked back behind him, and the Song army who had been fighting with him until now followed.

Turning his head, Niu Fu raised the Pu knife and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Kill!" Then they rushed towards the Mongol army, which had slaughtered the inhabitants of Fancheng.

Commanding the massacre was the Mongol army Zhang Hongfan. In the evening, Zhang Hongfan, who basically relied on slaughtering the city to eliminate the people and the Song army, received news that the Song army that had been sent to three thousand people to exterminate it was still resisting stubbornly. Zhang Hongfan was also a little shocked at this time, he knew that the people guarding Xiangyang were all elite Song army, but he didn't expect that there would be such an elite Song army that has persisted until now.

Looking up at the sky, the sun is about to set. Fancheng is a strange battlefield for the Mongol army, and if this Song army breaks through the encirclement of the Mongol army and sneaks into the city to hide, the Mongol army will not have a good night. There was no way, Zhang Hongfan could only go to the battlefield in person to see what kind of enemy he was facing.

As soon as he arrived here, he learned the news that made him smoke. This Song army actually broke through the encirclement of the Mongol army and escorted hundreds of people from Fancheng to break through to the city wall. stepped forward and gave Qianhu a big mouth, Zhang Hongfan roared: "Why don't you chase it?" ”

Qianhu probably felt that he was really useless, but after receiving this mouth, he stood up straight and replied: "The Song army is very treacherous, they set fire to the houses in this area, and we can't chase them from both sides. ”

"How many men did they send?" Zhang Hongfan gets straight to the point.

"More than thirty people." Qianhu also replied cheerfully.

"Haha!" Zhang Hongfan laughed, and then pushed away Qianhu and strode forward. He didn't bother to talk nonsense, he just wanted to see where these thirty or so people were.

When they arrived at the street, they saw that the houses on both sides were burning, and the Mongol soldiers did not dare to approach. On the ground at the entrance of the street were large corpses of Mongolian soldiers, and there were also many corpses of Song soldiers. After a day's fighting, the Mongol army was also quite tired, but saw Marshal Zhang Hongfan coming in person. For Qianhu didn't dare to talk nonsense, he ordered the most brave hundred and ten people under his command to rush forward.

Zhang Hongfan didn't interfere, he climbed up the high slope of a pile of corpses of ordinary people in Fancheng and watched condescendingly. Sure enough, at the corner of the street, there were twenty or thirty Song soldiers lined up in a thin array in front of the Mongol army. Looking at the crumbling and exhausted appearances, I don't know how long they have been here. These attacking Mongols probably had already rested, and they rushed forward with shouts.

As soon as the arrays on both sides fought, the spears in the hands of those Song soldiers were provoked. Zhang Hongfan couldn't help frowning, how could such a weak Song Jun not be able to take it down. Then, as Zhang Hongfan expected, the spears of the Mongolian army were stabbed on the body of the Song army in the front row.

"Good!" The soldiers who followed Zhang Hongfan and helped him stand firm on the pile of corpses of Fancheng residents couldn't help but shout.

In the next moment, the Song soldiers who were stabbed did not fall, they let go of the spears in their hands and grabbed the spears of the Mongol army. There was an officer in the first row wearing gorgeous battle armor, and many people in the first and second rows of the Mongol army targeted him, and eight or nine spears were pierced on him. I saw that the officer of the Song Army did not reach out to grab it, but leaned down and held the spear in his arms. The Song army in the back row took this opportunity to poke at the Mongolian army, and more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers were shot, and they couldn't help but scream. And the Mongolian army behind them saw that these dozen tired Song soldiers were so fierce and not afraid of death, and they no longer had the fierceness they had before, and dragged the wounded soldiers back.

Zhang Hongfan sighed. He can now understand why he can't attack, even as a marshal, Zhang Hongfan at this time feels a little cold behind him. When life was exchanged for life, the Mongol army, which had the chance to win, had no intention of sending them to death. However, this is already the limit of the Song army, looking at the crumbling appearance of those Song troops who are still alive, this round of battle has probably exhausted all their strength. Just wait for them to sit on the ground, and the Mongols can go up and kill them easily.

General Niu Fu was shot nine times, his legs did not obey the call, and the whole person fell to the ground. The heavy armor blocked a lot of damage, and he was badly wounded, but he knew he couldn't die at this point.

Raising his head, Niu Fu wanted to smile at the Mongolian army, "You are really useless things, you can't kill me." But when he opened his mouth, he spurted blood, and could not say anything.

Niu Fu wanted to say to his subordinates, 'You all go and run for your lives'. However, he didn't try to say this this time, because Niu Fu felt that it would be an insult to everyone to say this to his subordinates who could be here.

With great difficulty, he picked up a broken half-spear from his front, broke the barrel and pointed it against the corpse of the Mongol army in front of him, and the tip of the spear was pressed against his throat. Since he had already tried to let the Mongol army stab him to death, Niu Fu at this time did not want to give the Mongol army a second chance. With the last of his strength, he leaned back, then lunged forward, the tip of his spear plunging deep into his throat.

Seeing General Niu Fu commit suicide. The equally exhausted general Wang Fu propped up his body with a spear and staggered to his feet. I don't know if it's because I'm afraid of death, or if it's to cheer myself up, General Wang Fu muttered: "The general died in state affairs, how should I be alone!" The general died in state affairs, how could I be alone! ......" While talking to himself, Wang Fu staggered towards the small wooden building on the street that burned like a fire cave next to him.

Zhang Hongfan, who was standing on the pile of corpses, watched the Song generals commit suicide in a daze, and then looked at the Song officers as if they were going to throw themselves into the fire. He felt that the scene in front of him was completely beyond his imagination. The Mongol troops who had been besieging this Song army before also stared blankly, although the death of these people meant that they had won the final victory, but the Mongol army no longer had the slightest joy in their hearts.

They watched as the Song officer staggered into the fire cave, and his clothes were ignited by the flames. They watched as the Song officer put down his spear and sat cross-legged in the fire cave with a sigh of relief.

Then, the fire cave collapsed, and countless burning timbers buried the Song officer. The foehn wind caused by the collapse whipped up countless sparks and shot up into the dark night sky.

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