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For three days and three nights, the city wall of Longshou Pass has been lost three ways, and there were still some military camps in the urn city and open area between the city wall and the city wall, which were almost all filled with corpses at this time, and the entire Longshou Pass was like a hell on earth.

The city wall is like Xianggui in the hands of the king of Hades, whether it is the Mongolian barbarians or the Dali defenders, they attack the wall one after another, and then die on it, writing their names with their own blood.

Gao Chi has already led the monks to ambush at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, just waiting for the Mongols to take a shortcut, as long as they destroy those Mongolian barbarians who are secretly Chencang, the Mongol army should retreat in despair.

However, Gao Chi has been away with the monks for two days, but the Mongols have not been as Yang Jing predicted, after the shortcut from Cangshan, Longshou Pass has been in an emergency several times, and now the casualties are heavy, Gao Taixiang wanted to transfer Gao Chi and the thousands of monks back several times, but each time Yang Jing stopped it.

Gao Taixiang really can't open this mouth, because since the first city wall was breached, Yang Jing, the envoy of the Great Song Dynasty who seems to be weak and weak, went into battle in person, carrying a huge bronze ancient knife every day, fighting bloodily on the city, he and Liu Hanchao are clearly two Han people, but now the prestige in the defenders is even deeper than Gao Taixiang, the Dali Xiangguo!

The Mongols continued to replenish the siege equipment, they almost cut down the trees on the hill in front of Longshou Pass, the small stone hill was dug up, and the stones projected by the stone throwers and the piles of corpses filled the urn city!

It's also a pity that it's spring now, and the weather hasn't gotten hot yet, otherwise the corpse will rot and stink, and the scene is really unimaginable.

As for the Mongols, they are very single, whenever night falls, the two sides will withdraw their troops, the Mongols will send some unarmed men and auxiliaries to pack up the corpses of the Mongols, and when the cremation is held, the fire shines on most of the night sky, and the fragrance of pines and cypresses and the smell of barbecue are wafting into the dragon's head pass.

When night fell, the moment before the sky completely darkened, it was also the most difficult moment in Longshou Pass, because the Mongols had no intention of retreating, and the defenders could not relax.

At this time, Yang Jing was at the head of the city, the battlements had already been bombarded by the back, and the Mongolian ladder had been erected on the city wall, and the Mongolians who had ascended to the city were not afraid of death, and they dared to rush up to kill them with a short knife in their mouths, and the marksmen on the tower were also inserting needles, even if they killed their companions by mistake, it didn't matter, and they were desperately venting the arrow rain.

The Mongols had already tasted the sweetness, the towers were built higher than the city walls, and the marksmen were condescending and had an extremely wide view.

The defenders wanted to counterattack, but it was very difficult, not only to withstand the siege of the Mongol foot soldiers, but also to shoot from a high place, which increased a lot of difficulty.

The Mongols were already superb in archery, and they had the advantage, so the losses of the Dali defenders can be imagined.

Yang Jing is not like Liu Hanchao, he has almost let the Mongols' dark arrows kill him several times in the past two days, and he is also afraid when he thinks about it at this time, but fortunately, Gao Taixiang gave Yang Jing the golden armor given to him by the King of Dali, and Yang Jing accepted it honestly and unceremoniously, and wore it on his body on the spot, and he also wore a full body armor outside.

Although the weight of the body has increased a lot, and the armor and other armor add up to almost dozens of pounds, it is important to save his life, and Yang Jing can't care about it.

And his Jin Guan Yu lock internal strength is already a little hot, these extra burdens are not a big problem for him, but after continuous fighting, his internal strength is more proficient, and now he is handy to send and receive freely.

However, he also knew very well in his heart that the Mongols would not withdraw their troops tonight.

Because there are only the last two city walls left in Longshou Pass, now this one is already in danger, the city gates have collapsed, only blocked by the piled up corpse mountain, Liu Hanchao with Dali's pawns, blocked at the city gate, and the city tower continued to pour boiling water, etc., which was able to block the Mongols wave after wave of offensives.

As the old saying goes, if the Mongols do not take advantage of this momentum to rush in, I am afraid that their morale will be exhausted.

At present, the Mongols' attack has temporarily stopped, just like a wheezing tiger, accumulating the strength of the next culling, and Yang Jing also knows that the next wave of attacks will not be able to hold on.

He inspected the city, in fact, there is not much he can do, because the materials in Longshou Pass have long been consumed, although there is the financial and material support of the entire Dali country, but it takes a long time to dispatch and transfer these materials, and it is impossible to make ends meet, and gradually it will not be able to help.

Yang Jing was about to lean against the city wall and squint for a while, but he heard a low sobbing sound from inside the city tower.

The people of Dali are also extremely fierce people, although people die every day and every hour these days, but these defenders rarely cry in public.

Yang Jing didn't pay much attention to it, but after sitting down for a while, the crying still didn't stop, Yang Jing frowned, and still walked into the city tower.

"Master Hou, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jing was actually not very happy to come in, because when he walked in front of the city tower, he had already found the black-armored guards on both sides, and he also knew who the crying person was inside.

The clan of the Duan clan of Dali, Duan Zhishi, the Marquis of Xihai.

This person is about forty years old, very tall, but also very obese, with a fat head, big ears, small eyes, and a shiny face.

Duan Wangye's royal drive had already left the city, and leaving the royal capital was just Xuancheng to live and die with the people of Dali, but the royal car finally walked slowly, so Duan Zhishi led part of the royal forest army to rush to Longshou Pass first.

After Duan Zhishi arrived, he has been hiding in the city tower, but the Imperial Forest army asked Gao Taixiang to be transferred to the city, and now it is estimated that there are no dead or wounded.

After Yang Jing walked into the city tower, Duan Zhishi was sitting on the ground whimpering and crying, and when he saw Yang Jing coming, he didn't wipe his tears, let alone stop.

"Lord Yang, if we continue to fight, our family will be wiped out..."

Yang Jing was also a little crying and laughing, when is this time, he is still distressed about these, everyone understands the truth, Yang Jing didn't want to say anything, and saw that there was a pot of wine next to Duan Zhishi, so he sat down.

He took the jug of wine in his hand, and gulped it down, and his dry throat was instantly cool, but soon it became hot again.

"Master Hou, how many wives and concubines do you have?"

Duan Zhishi was a little confused, but stopped crying: "Naturally, there is only one wife, and if you are ordained, there are many concubines... And the pretty little maids in the house..."

Yang Jing smiled and asked again, "Then how many daughters does Master Hou have?"

Duan Zhishi was blindsided again, thought about it, counted with his fingers, and then gave up, shook his head and said, "Lord Yang, what do you mean by asking this?"

Yang Jing took another sip of wine, and then asked Duan Zhishi: "If Hou Ye is asked to sacrifice all his wives and daughters to the Mongols, the Mongols will withdraw their troops, is Hou Ye willing?"

Duan Zhishi's face suddenly became gloomy, but Yang Jing's face did not change, and he looked directly at him and said, "Master Hou, don't tell me that you haven't thought about this problem. ”

Duan Zhishi sighed heavily, and replied to Yang Jing: "I, Duan Zhishi, have nothing to do for most of my life, but I enjoy the glory and wealth that ordinary people can't enjoy. If you dedicate your wife and daughter to the Mongols, you can save the whole of Dali, I think..."

Duan Zhishi said this, so he didn't say more, and Yang Jing continued: "I heard that in the places occupied by the Mongols, there will be a master, a A is about twenty families, and the first master is served by the Mongols, this Mongolian A master, he pinched the lifeblood of the twenty families, he can enslave these twenty families at will, he can bully the wives and daughters of these twenty families at will, and he can treat them as wild dogs and pigs..."

When Yang Jing said this, he saw that Xihai Hou's eyes were dodging, and he was already full of indignation, and immediately asked: "Hou Ye, if you let Duan Wang Ye sacrifice the princess and the county lords, the Mongols will withdraw their troops, do you think Duan Wang Ye is willing to give up his wife and daughter?"

"Bold! Lord Yang is an envoy of the Great Song Dynasty, why is he so disrespectful!"

Duan Zhishi stood up suddenly, although his face wanted to approach Yang Jing, but his bulging belly was the first to reach Yang Jing.

Yang Jing also smiled: "Since the Hou Ye knows that some humiliations are unbearable, it is better to resist to the death than to steal his life, so why cry? ”

Duan Zhishi lowered his head, and it took a long time before he raised his head and asked Yang Jing, "My lord, is it worth it?"

"If the Mongols had been subdued, there would have been no need to kill so many people..."

This question involves the question of which is more important than life and dignity, and Yang Jing is not easy to answer, after all, everyone has different choices about life and dignity.

Throughout ancient and modern times, how many people have become traitors under the guise of righteousness, and this kind of thing is not surprising.

Yue Fei's Northern Expedition certainly had to kill many people, but Qin Hui of the Lord and the Lord killed Yue Fei, and after the truce, many people were indeed able to survive, but why should he be regarded as a sinner through the ages?

Treating the same thing, different standards are adopted, loss of dignity is loss of dignity, and what endures humiliation is just an excuse for a soft egg.

Many people say that Han Xin can endure it, which is great wisdom, and some people think that there is no need to endure this kind of humiliation under the crotch at all, even a splash skin has to be endured, and what kind of pride and ambition are there.

Some people also say that when you are walking on the road and suddenly a mad dog rushes out to bite you, you can't bite back, right?

Yes, I won't bite it back, but I'll hang that mad dog from the book so that it doesn't bite anyone else.

It is better to die than to live, this is the real reason why the Chinese nation has been repeatedly occupied by foreign races, rather than living under the humiliation of the Mongols, it is better to die vigorously, the Chinese people are always talking about forbearance, always saying that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, Yang Jing does not dare to agree.

As for those who claim to be benevolent and righteous, learn to forgive the enemy, and let themselves go, it's just bullshit.

People live with a breath, this is also enduring, that is also enduring, what to keep the green mountains here, not afraid of no firewood, it is just an excuse for cowardice.

As Duan Zhishi said, surrendering to Mongolia may really be able to reduce the number of deaths, but these people who die less will soon be driven by the Mongols to the battlefield of the invasion of the Great Song Dynasty, and become cannon fodder one after another, dying on the front line of the battlefield of the Great Song Dynasty.

The rest were enslaved by the Mongols as pigs and dogs, their wives and daughters were humiliated, and their families and countries fell.

Yang Jing looked at Duan Zhishi, and then asked, "Do you want the eagle in the sky, rushing into the storm and roaring, daring to provoke the thunder in the sky, or do you want to be an old turtle at the bottom of the sea, like a stone, and live for thousands of generations?"

Duan Zhishi was silent for a long time, snatched the wine jug from Yang Jing's hand, took a sip, and said to Yang Jing: "It's really fucking unpleasant!"