Hearing Mrs. Ouyang say this, Huanniang hurriedly shrank her head and stole three points before speaking. "It's not me, it's Brother Erniu, when Brother Erniu was pushing the cart, he broke someone's stall."

"Ah, where?" Erniu is also a servant of the Wen family, and when she heard that Erniu had made trouble, Mrs. Ouyang suddenly became worried.

"At the Big Willow Tree!"

Mrs. Ouyang hurriedly went out of the room and called Wen Zhong, "Uncle Zhong, Erniu has hit someone's stall, let's go take a look." ”

Wen Zhong went out in a hurry, as a servant, he could worry about the owner, his face changed, he stomped his feet, and scolded angrily, "My humble son, I know how to cause trouble." ”

Seeing the two adults out of the house, Huanniang patted her chest lightly and stuck out her tongue, but saw Wen Fosheng staring at herself with a look of seeing through it. "Second brother, what kind of eyes do you have!"

Where can Huanniang's small actions hide from him, and said with a smile. "Erniu bumped into someone's stall, I'm afraid it's because of you!"

Huanniang was surprised, it wasn't that she deliberately blocked the way back and forth in front, where would Brother Erniu bump into other people's stalls. "Hasn't the second brother become stupid? I didn't even know my mother yesterday, so where is it stupid to look like this now? If the second brother sues, he will be fined for copying words today..."

Wen Buddha was afraid that the little girl would cry urgently, so he comforted her with kind words. "Okay, I won't tell my mother, let's go and have a look."

After finishing speaking, he got up, and the drums and trumpets in the city suddenly sounded, and the sky changed color in an instant.

Wen Fosheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Thief, can I offend you in my last life?" ”

……

The war entered a critical period, which drew a strong stroke for the so-called Song and Yuan dynasties in later generations.

The battle of Jiangnan was won successively, which stimulated the camp of the two rivers. The East and West Governments decided to pull out these nails born in Sichuan and Shu.

They've been stuck here for too long.

Since last winter, the Liangchuan army has launched a fierce attack on the city of Sangui Jiuding in Jiading (now Leshan).

After more than half a year, this impermeable iron egg was finally cracked.

The Song army's bridgehead in western Sichuan Jiading (now Leshan) held on for more than half a year, with no reinforcements outside and no grain and grass inside. To appease Zan Wanshou, the leading troops wanted to open up the two roads of water and drought, and the two armies lined up along the line of the Minjiang River to confront each other.

At the beginning of the war, the mighty Yuan army did not attack immediately, but drove thousands of civilians, all of them old, weak, women and children, out of the military formation.

In the face of the fierce Mongolian soldiers, the civilians cried helplessly, and pressed against the Song army with difficulty.

When they saw these old and weak women and children, the soldiers of the Song army camp trembled. Driving people into battle, this scene has not been seen in years. Goodbye today, the soldiers of the Song Army were still as stunned as they were when they first saw them. "Sichuan people, they're all dying, dog Tartar."

Civilians have already entered the firing range, and no matter what, they can't let the other side rush into battle, and they can't be soft-hearted at this time. Yu Hou, who was behind the military formation, let out a roar. "Shoot the arrows."

The military order was like a mountain, the battlefield was ruthless, and many soldiers were crying tears and shooting arrows in their hands with all their might.

"Flutter, flutter." After a round of arrow rain, these civilians, who had no half protection, suddenly fell down. The crowd finally stopped moving, leaving dead and wounded all over the ground, crying out helplessly.

"Mother, I hurt."

"me, wake up."

"Please, stop fighting, we just want to live well..."

"Lord on both sides, let us go, we're just farming."

The cries of the civilians did not arouse the slightest pity of the Yuan army, and a group of Han troops in iron armor in the Yuan army strode out of the queue.

The knife and gun in his hand moved forward, but when he saw that the civilian did not move, he stepped forward and stabbed him.

Obviously, this group of civilians did not consume too many arrows of the Song army, which made them very dissatisfied.

The civilians, who had just retreated in despair, continued to press forward, and they were greeted by another round of arrows. The jasmine in full bloom was stained red with blood, and the old farmer with a distracted gaze looked at the flowers.

He remembers that when he was young, he used these flowers to get his mother. Later, he had a family business and gave birth to two children, one named Yan Shixiang and the other Yan Shijie.

Shixiang had already died in the hands of the Mongols, so he didn't let Shijie touch the sword and gun, this kid was also angry and became a showman, and others said that if it wasn't for the war, it would not be difficult for Shijie to win the top prize.

"Listen to Daddy, put Daddy's body on you, and don't move. The Yan family is the only seedling you have. The old farmer was hit by several arrows, several of which pierced his lungs. He climbed on the body of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old, Confucian scholar, and the last bit of strength of his hands pressed the other party down.

"Where is this? Am I not dead? Yan Shijie did not understand the current situation, he clearly remembered that he had pulled the glorious bullet after dragging hundreds of foreign extremists for three hours.

When the glorious bomb exploded, I couldn't figure it out when I saw such a scene in front of me.

The old farmer knew that his son, who could only read and write, must have been stupid by the scene in front of him.

In order to keep the last single seedling of the Yan family, the old farmer used his last strength to press Yan Shijie hard.

This strength was very great, as if it was a thousand jun, and Yan Shijie's whole body was overwhelmed at once.

Lying heavily among the corpses.

And the two remained unmoved, which had long attracted the attention of the Mongol soldiers.

A Mongolian soldier in leather armor led his horse forward, and slashed at the old peasant's neck with a full-moon scimitar in his hand, and a kind face full of ravines flew high.

The Mongol soldier lifted his head, smashed it in his hand, and slammed it forward.

This scene made Yan Shijie's heart rage, and a soul in his heart that he couldn't perceive let out a roar today, "Dad!" ”。

The roar of the soul surged from his chest to his throat, but just as he was about to leave, the headless corpse was planted. A slippery arm happened to cover Yan Shijie's lips.

"Ahh Yan Shijie had a splitting headache, and he wanted to shout but couldn't. Countless memories that didn't belong to him came to mind. Countless fragments of memory, spliced together in my own mind.

Thousands of people fell in pools of blood, and occasionally some were not dead, full of despair climbing in the mountain of corpses, and a clear blood mark pulled the elder under him.

The drums were thundering, and in the Yuan army, under the banner of Liu Zi, the Han army wearing heavy armor stepped forward.

There are four types of troops in the Yuan army, one is the Mongolian knights who make the Jiangnan soldiers talk about it, and the second is the horse exploration army, which is composed of party members, Jin people, and Khitans, and the same combat power cannot be underestimated.

The three types of Han troops, when the national concept of this country has not been formed, these Han troops, who are also Han people, will not be soft when they kill the Song people.

The fourth category, and the most despised, is the new annex. It was an army formed after the surrender of the Great Song Dynasty soldiers. The land of Sichuan and Shu is okay, and a small number of new annexed troops are not of great use at all, except for cleaning the battlefield. And on the Lianghuai battlefield, these new annexed armies were the vanguard of the Song Dynasty.

The Han soldiers advanced to the range of the Song army, and the tall shields in the front row, coupled with the thick iron armor of all the soldiers and sergeants, greatly reduced the power of the Song army's arrows.

After three rounds of arrow rain, the vanguard Han army was already intertwined with the Song army.

The Song army was too tired, and continued to defend the city for half a year, and the food had long been exhausted, and it was not until yesterday night that the whole army ate a bowl of rice porridge. The porridge is very fragrant, but it is too little, and the strength that has been accumulated with great difficulty will be exhausted after just a few rounds of projectiles. Where can you resist the rush of the opposing army.

After several rounds of fighting, the front that the Song army's formation easily supported, accompanied by the charge of the Mongolian cavalry, was shattered. Defeated, defeated.

Comforting Zan Wanshou sat in front of the battle, and shed a tear in despair. The Chinese army was broken, the waterways were cut off, and there was no chance.

He wanted to die, but he thought of the innocent people in the city. According to the ferocity of the Yuan army, where is there a way for the people of Jiading to live.

There used to be 100,000 households in Jiading, but now there are less than 10,000.

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