Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Jing Kang is ashamed, but it is still snowing, and the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed. Driving a long car is broken, and Helan Mountain is lacking. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque.

This poem was written by Yue Fei, a famous general in the Southern Song Dynasty. What he sighed and felt was the continuous war between the Great Song Dynasty and Jin for many years, and at the same time expressed the general's patriotic feelings. After all, Jin was destroyed by the Southern Song Dynasty and Mongolia together, but the Great Song Dynasty also had to face Mongolia that refused to be in a corner of peace. Since then, the Han nation has been trapped in the abyss of fighting the Mongols and cannot get out. The emperor's theory of seeking peace after winning the war, superstitious belief in the rule of civil servants and military ministers and the calamity of the country seems to be gradually unable to resist the surging Mongolian iron hooves that have not stopped for a moment. There was always a terrible haze over the heads of the people, which had never been seen in any previous period of dynastic change.

In the first year of Kaiqing in the Southern Song Dynasty, the Mongol Great Khan Meng Ke Khan suddenly died when he attacked Hezhou in Sichuan, and then Kublai Khan, the younger brother of Meng Ke Khan, who led the troops in the Central Plains, hurriedly negotiated peace with the Great Song Dynasty and went back to fight for the throne.

"Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian. Between the lotus leaves, the east of the lotus leaves, the west of the lotus leaves, the south of the lotus leaves, and the north of the lotus leaves. The woman stroking the pipa sang in a low and soft voice, and the voice was so mesmerizing that it seemed to blend with the sweet fragrance that lingered in the air, and she forgot what day it was.

"Hideo, you and I have been fighting for many hours in this game of chess, how come you collapsed here in the end?" Zhang Hongfan picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Lu Xiufu's face was worried, and he looked at the singer in Zhang Hongfan's house beside him, and suddenly burst into tears. "Now that the war between the Great Song and the Mongols is exhausted, it seems that the Chinese military generals of our dynasty are not able to handle it. And we are in a high position, unable to share the emperor's worries, unable to redeem the suffering of the people, and still listening to the singer here, I am ashamed and can't help myself. ”

Zhang Hongfan also sighed lightly and said, "The Great Song Dynasty is so muddy, I can't wait to return to heaven." Hearing this, Hideo asked, "If one day, the Mongols defeat the Great Song Dynasty, then wouldn't our Han nation be cut off from then on!"

Zhang Hongfan was silent. Hideo said generously: "I fought hard and fought until the last moment." If you are not defeated, you would rather die than serve the Mongols!" Zhang Hongfan still did not comment, and sighed in vain. It's just that the sound of the pipa next to it has not been interrupted, before it was "big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate", and now it is like complaining, crying and complaining. It seems that when Lu Xiufu said this, even the sound of the pipa suddenly complained, flowing slowly like water. The man stopped talking, but the sound of the lute continued, and it was empty in the room.

The early spring of the second year of Xiangxing in the Southern Song Dynasty. The spring rain in Guangdong has fallen, and it is sprinkled all over the world, just like usual. But on this day, hundreds of thousands of people in the Great Song Dynasty waited silently and tearfully on the shores of the mountains and seas for a result.

At that time, the Southern Song general Zhang Hongfan was arrested and surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty. It was the sixth day of the second lunar month, and the Mongolian general asked him to lead the Mongolian officers and soldiers to the shore of the mountains and seas to exterminate the remnants of the last stubborn Southern Song Dynasty. Zhang Hongfan sat on the horse, and many days of mental torture had made him haggard, but after all, he was greedy for life and afraid of death. At this moment, there are Mongolian generals around him, and there are Mongolian officers and soldiers behind him, how could he Zhang Hongfan have thought that he would take Mongolian soldiers to attack his own soldiers?

The Mongolian general walked up to Zhang Hongfan and said in not very fluent Chinese: "Don't play any tricks and harm my Dayuan." Zhang Hongfan trembled and said, "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

The rain fell for a moment and then stopped. Although the rain stopped, the air was even more desolate. There was some mist on the sea, but it didn't affect the view. There are no clouds in the sky, and there is no sun in sight.

Both armies had arrived, and the remnants of the Great Song Dynasty had their backs to the sea, which could teach the Song people on the other side to see very clearly, while the Mongol soldiers were scattered all over the mountains, not only did the common people not see it really, but even the Great Song soldiers did not know how many people there were on the other side.

Although there were few soldiers left, the morale was still there. It seems that the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty all have an emotion in their eyes, "if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent", and they all seem to be in the mood to fight for their lives, because they know that it is not the Han people who are standing on the opposite side to seize their homeland, but the Mongols. Zhang Hongfan sighed heavily in his heart, couldn't help but feel sad, and wanted to cry out loud. When he looked up, he saw that the person who immediately led the troops in front of him was his former friend from the fireplace: Lu Xiufu.

Zhang Hongfan looked at the remnants of the soldiers behind him, and his heart couldn't bear it for a while. He knew that the number of Mongolian soldiers was far superior to that of Song soldiers, and this battle must be full of the corpses of innocent Song soldiers on the sea. As far as he was concerned, he really didn't want to meet his friends like this.

Lu Xiufu's eyes were full of contempt, as far as he was concerned, he really didn't believe that Zhang Hongfan would surrender to Mongolia. The Mongols are not allowed to surrender to the Han Chinese, and the Han Chinese can surrender to the Han Chinese, but they cannot surrender to the Mongols.

Suddenly, Zhang Hongfan's eyes appeared in front of the scene of the two of them playing chess together, the green bamboo outside the window, the singing in the house was intoxicating, just like the mountains and rivers meet the bosom friend, how many exquisite children have been walked on the small chessboard, and how many smokeless songs have risen. He couldn't help but have an idea, and an idea came to his mind.

He galloped to a Mongolian general who was leading the army, and whispered something to the interpreter, who spoke to the general, who thought for a moment and nodded slightly. Immediately, Zhang Hongfan ran to the front of the formation and said loudly to Lu Xiufu:

"Hideo, I really don't have any face to see you......" Zhang Hongfan was ashamed, and his heart was twisted. "But I really don't want to let our officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty suffer too many casualties. I think of a method of warfare, and I don't know if you can agree with it. Lu Xiufu said: "Zhang Hongfan, you surrendered to the Mongols, I shouldn't have talked more nonsense with you, but if you fall into the hands of the enemy, you must have suffered a lot, and surrender should be a last resort." Today you said that there is a good way not to kill and wound too many officers and soldiers of our Great Song Dynasty, but think about it, if my Great Song Dynasty loses, how can I survive in the world?" Zhang Hongfan said with a smile: "You are right, I am a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and even if I live in the future, I can only live in the world." But now, can you really bear to watch so many people die innocently in vain? Between winning and losing, there is no need to lose your life!" Although Lu Xiufu understood the righteousness of sacrificing his life for the country, he really didn't want to watch the soldiers behind him instantly become floating corpses on the sea. He frowned and asked, "What is the method?" Zhang Hongfan said:

"You and I put a table of chess between the two armies, and then play a chessboard game. The soldiers behind you and I are divided into ten groups, if you and I divide the victory and defeat, then the winning one can produce a group of soldiers, then the losing group must be numbered accordingly, so that the two groups fight, the winner is the king, the loser unloads the armor, if there are dead and wounded, it is only these two groups of dead and wounded, and will not hurt the public, so the peaceful one determines the king. ”

Lu Xiufu laughed: "King!" He looked up at the sky, the sky was high and the clouds were light, desolate and gloomy, and in the mountains in front of him, there was a lot of smoke and dust. Turning to look at his soldiers, he said loudly: "I know that everyone is not greedy for life and afraid of death, but in the end, we can't win if we fight hard, and if we fight with a group, maybe there is still a chance to win." After that, he looked at Zhang Hongfan and said, "Play chess." ”

In the center of the two armies, a sandalwood table was placed. On the table is a jade chessboard, and crystal clear chess pieces are placed in the chess pieces on both sides. "I've never played chess on such a good board. Lu Xiufu sneered and said, brushing his beard, "But I didn't expect that today's chess game would be such a situation, and one chess will determine the fortune of the country." Zhang Hongfan's eyes were deep-set, he was extremely haggard, and Lu Xiufu's robe opposite was splashed with blood, and it was also full of vicissitudes. Zhang Hongfan stopped saying more, and held the sunspot to point to the upper right star......

Lu Xiufu was engrossed, and every time he fell, he must have thought about the next few steps, but Zhang Hongfan was extremely irritable in his heart, he did not dare to frame the Mongols indiscriminately, and at the same time, he was ashamed that he surrendered to the enemy, and could not set his mind to play chess. His mind was blank, his chess pieces always couldn't get out of the usual style, seeing that Hideo Lu occupied a very large area, he quickly established one 'eye' after another, and his own pieces could not break out of the encirclement, but he was facing a large danger of being raised...... He said in his heart: "Let's go! Let's take it as the last good thing that Zhang Hongfan did for the people of my Central Plains!" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of his family and felt heartbroken.

The rain that had just stopped began to fall again, and the distant mountains were a little empty. Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the mountains, and an unsightly number of Mongolian soldiers rushed out of the fog and arrived in front of them in an instant. Their horses ran extremely fast, and immediately the soldiers held large knives, leaned forward slightly, and killed the Song Dynasty officers and soldiers and slashed indiscriminately. The Song soldiers could not see the Mongol soldiers hiding in the mountains, and they were divided into ten groups, so they could not resist such a large number of Mongol soldiers, and the number of horses was very small, and they lacked preparation at this time, so they had to rush to the battle. At this moment, they could only raise their knives horizontally to block their faces, and the Mongols slashed at their bodies. These Mongols were very fierce, and they had the advantage of the height of their horses.

Lu Xiufu was stunned in place, watching his soldiers have no power to parry, they fell into the sea one after another, trembling with anger, just wanted to scold Zhang Hongfan for not keeping his promises, and suddenly thought that the young master Zhao Yu was in the army, his mind buzzed, turned over and left.

Although the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty were attacked by a sneak attack, they knew very well in their hearts that this was the final decisive battle, and they all cheered up to fight. Lu Xiufu shuttled among the soldiers, looking back and forth for Zhao Hao's carriage. At this time, a horse rushed ahead, and it was his son Lu Yusi.

When Lu Yusi saw his father, he hurriedly stepped forward and said anxiously: "Father, why are the Mongols so untrustworthy, and you let the soldiers attack before you finish the game?" Lu Xiufu said angrily: "Do you need to say that the Mongols are beasts? I only hate that Zhang Hongfan, and actually colluded with them to frame us! What about the emperor?" Lu Yusi said: "There are people watching over there, my mother and I have already separated!" Lu Xiufu said: "Find the emperor first!" The two ran forward.

Zhang Hongfan was already stupid at this time, he watched the Mongols rush towards the Great Song soldiers like tigers, but the Great Song soldiers had no patriotic heart, and they still had a huge disparity in strength. In front of him, the sword and sword shadows, blood splashed, and many soldiers even fell into the sea, and his heart was really hurt! He really hated the Mongols for not keeping their promises! Running towards the Mongol general, he asked angrily: "What are you doing to break your promises!" The Mongol general glanced at him with slanted eyes, and said something to the translator, who turned around and said expressionlessly: "General Zhang, thank you for your strategy, if you hadn't said that you were going to play chess, those Han soldiers would not have been unprepared at all." Zhang Hongfan's face was pale, he stood in place, and he could only shout hateful in his heart.

Lu Xiufu saw the carriage of the young lord Zhao Yu, pulled his son Lu Yusi, and said, "You must be optimistic about the emperor." The voice was choked, and two lines of tears fell from it. He then hurried back and joined up with several generals, preparing to command the few Song soldiers.

"The rest of the troops are all gathered and break through to the left flank!" It happened that his own soldiers were divided into ten groups, so that the superior forces of the Mongol soldiers were destroyed one by one, so he hurriedly called everyone to gather. Suddenly, a soldier next to him exclaimed, pointing to the distant shore.

Lu Xiufu looked along, but in the mist, he could see it clearly. On the other side of the sea, many people began to jump into the sea one after another, and the number was so large that it was terrifying. It must have been the people of the Great Song Dynasty who saw that the soldiers were defeated on the other side of the sea and jumped into the sea in pain. Lu Xiufu knelt down all of a sudden, grabbed his hands upward, raised his head and shouted: "Cangtian, what's wrong with you! What's wrong! Why do you want to destroy my Han nation and destroy the homes of the people of the Central Plains!" His voice trembled, and his appearance was full of grief. The generals next to him were also heartbroken.

The soldiers gathered and began to break through, and the momentum was very strong, and it seemed that they were about to break a hole in the left, but at this time, many Mongol soldiers suddenly appeared on the mountain, shooting arrows down. The condescending advantage and the rain of arrows soon made it difficult for the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty to break out of the encirclement, and it showed the meaning that they were about to run out. The arrows flew non-stop, even above the corpses.

The armor soldiers around him fell one by one, and Lu Xiufu raised his eyes to look, and the generals who had fought with him in blood were all gone. He watched the Mongols slowly press over like dark clouds, and the people on the opposite coast jumped into the sea without stopping for a moment. Knowing that the tide was turning, he did not want to fall into the hands of the Mongols, so he hurried back and ran to his son. Lu Yusi guarded the emperor's carriage and never left.

"Yu Si, Yu Si ......" Lu Xiufu took his son's hand, choked up several times and couldn't speak. "Father, I know what you mean. Lu Yusi said. Lu Xiufu raised his vicissitudes of life, and at the age of forty-three, he was full of wind and frost at the moment, and he said: "Do you think I am telling you to die calmly? No... No, I want you to promise to ...... for your father" Yu Si cried, and hurriedly said, "You say." "The Father wants you to do two things. I really don't know how many years it will take to do these two things, and I don't know how many people will be involved, but they must be done...... First, in the future, he must get rid of Zhang Hongfan's family, who colluded with the Mongols to frame the Great Song Dynasty. Second, we must drive the Mongols out of the Central Plains!" He closed his eyes slightly, two lines of tears rolled down instantly, and he grabbed the hand of his twenty-year-old son, trembling slightly, and he said solemnly: "Child, you have to exhaust your life, no matter what method you use, these two things must be completed, and if you can't complete it, let your descendants continue." Lu Yusi nodded crying, and said angrily: "I must, father, I promise you!" Lu Xiufu nodded, seeing that the Mongolian soldiers were coming over immediately, but the people on the opposite side jumped into the sea without stopping for a moment, he said to the remaining ministers: "The general trend of the country has gone, we should die for the country!

At this time, Lu Xiufu's family members were found, Lu Xiufu turned his head to Lu Yusi and said: "Child, you run away first, remember the words of your father, remember the words of your father!" Lu Yusi felt a lot of pain in his heart, but he also understood the righteousness, and finally glanced at his parents, and knew that this must be the last look, so he hurriedly rode away alone.

Lu Xiufu pulled out his sword and pointed at his wife, his children, and relatives, with tears in his eyes, but his eyes were extremely stubborn and firm. "Jump yourselves. Otherwise, don't blame me for slashing down with a sword. ”

A little girl cried in fright and hugged her mother. Lu Xiufu looked unbearable, but he still walked over step by step, walked to their side, and shouted: "Jump down, otherwise what will happen when the Mongols come!"

Everyone fell to their knees and wept bitterly, shouting the injustice of God, and hitting their heads on the ground, and their heads were bleeding. After a while, they all jumped into the sea. The children and the women were tossed in the sea but could not come up, and the scene was extremely miserable. Lu Xiufu walked to the emperor's carriage, bowed down and lifted the curtain, and asked his subordinates to carry the emperor out.

"The sky is going to destroy my Han nation!" "People with lofty ideals are benevolent, there is no survival to harm benevolence, there is killing to become benevolent!" The ministers around him shouted one after another and threw themselves into the sea. Lu Xiufu looked at the eight-year-old child in front of him, sighed, and said, "At this point in state affairs, Your Majesty should die for the country." Emperor Deyou has been humiliated, and His Majesty must not be humiliated again. The emperor began to cry and said, "I am afraid." Lu Xiufu said sadly: "Your Majesty doesn't have to be afraid, Weichen will die with Your Majesty." He ordered someone to fetch Bai Aya, entwined himself with the little emperor, held the child tightly in his hand, and then walked to the sea.

The sky was clear and rainy, and the sea gradually became foggy, so that it was gradually impossible to see the other side of the sea. Lu Xiufu glanced back at the battlefield of Qishan, the Song soldiers were all over the ground, the blood was all over the ground, and the Mongols were cleaning up the battlefield and footprints everywhere. It was as if this land no longer belonged to its original owner, it was so familiar with it, its original owner! Then why didn't this land be destroyed along with its master? If there were no Han people, where would this land go? Lu Xiufu was in a trance in his heart, he looked at the sky and at everything in front of him, and he couldn't believe that the Han nationality who had controlled the Central Plains for thousands of years was going to die, and he couldn't help but secretly say: "Is this a dream?"

In his eyes, although it was daylight at the moment, it was like a miserable moonlit night, and although he was on the seaside, he couldn't help but feel desolate. In the cool sea breeze, his hair was scattered in the air, but he smiled bitterly, and he silently thought in his heart: The Han nation can teach people to conquer, but he will never give in!

Holding the child, Lu Xiufu closed his eyes and jumped into the sea. Suddenly, the drums of the Mongol victory sounded in the distance.