Blue and White Society

  Chapter 595 Yashan Naval Battle

   For ten days in a row, the No. 1, 2 and 3 traversers were safe and sound.

  As Ottoman's slave, No. 3 was alive and became a small cog in the general trend of attacking Constantinople, even though he worked hard, ate little, and was often whipped.

  The happiest day on the 2nd, I am afraid none of the dead travelers would have imagined that the impoverished small village of Tuqi, where they couldn't even afford rice, turned out to be a paradise for travelers.

  By virtue of his height and strength, in the ignorant and backward village, he was regarded as a mountain god, and there were sacrifices to eat.

   Not only that, the natural ecology there is hardly developed, and the radius of ten miles is like a ghost land. There are only two small villages with no roads, and they don't know what the outside world is like.

  No. 2 made traps and easily caught some coyotes and pheasants. He was full of greasy food, but the villagers were even more in awe of him.

  It turns out that here is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The reason why they are so poor is that they hardly hunt in the mountains except for fishing.

  They are so poor that they still follow the vegetarian diet... They don’t eat all the delicacies of the mountains. On the one hand, the nobles outside the mountains have issued a ban, and on the other hand, the monks also declared that the wild animals in the mountains are protected by gods.

  From bees to elk to pheasants, dogs, and foxes, they all follow gods and demons.

  The only thing that is not covered by God is the fish that does not weigh more than two catties.

  They thought that if they hunted pheasants, they would attract the revenge of the "dog phoenix" and set the house on fire...

   And No. 2 is a mountain **** in their eyes, so it must be okay to eat chicken.

As long as there is no fire, No. 2's "godhead" in the eyes of these foolish people will become more and more stable. On the contrary... If there is a fire, the majesty of No. 2's mountain **** will collapse in an instant. What will happen to these obedient fools? expected...

  Mo Poor also had a brief exchange with No. 2, and left him a piece of paper with a photo of the communication with the grave.

   Afterwards, the main energy was put on Jiangcheng's side.

  Because the Yashan naval battle broke out.

  On the sixth day of February, Zhang Hongfan saw the Song Army connecting boats with iron cables, so he imitated Zhou Yu and attacked Chibi with fire, but the Song Army was not a fool.

  Zhang Shijie ordered people to smear wet mud on the warship, and prepared long wooden sticks on board to resist the Mongolian fireboat.

   Zhang Hongfan saw that the fire attack was not enough, so he mobilized a large number of return artillery and bombarded the Song Army warships with artillery.

  By the time Jiangcheng was pushed to Yashan, the war had already been going on for six days.

  The two sides have fought side by side for many times, and the screams are shocking!

  In the bow and crossbow battle, the Song army still had room to fight back, but in the hand-to-hand combat where hand-to-hand combat was handed over, they were defeated and suffered heavy losses.

  Jiangcheng was escorted to a large ship, and he could see the fierce naval battle in the distance.

  The warships of the Song army were connected to the sky, and the number of the Mongolian army was ten times that of the Mongolian army. However, under the recruitment system of the Song Dynasty, the army moved to the village and often dragged their families. More than half of the 200,000 people were civilians.

   That is to say, the actual army is only tens of thousands, facing 20,000 elite Mongolian soldiers, they were killed and suffered heavy losses.

   Almost every day, the two sides have a big fight, from sunrise to sunset, from high tide to low tide.

  The number of corpses floating on the sea is increasing day by day, and they are washed ashore by the tide. There are Mongolian troops, but most of them are Song troops.

   It can be seen that the morale of the Song army is low. On the one hand, supplies are in short supply. Many soldiers have not drank fresh water for several days... If it was not for the occasional rain, they would have died of thirst.

   On the other hand, whoever is in this situation will not have good morale, and it is not a fight to the death, but a fight on the water.

  Song army up and down, everyone knows that it is tantamount to fantasy if you want to fight against Meng Yuan in the small place of Yashan.

  The huge land in the south of the Yangtze River can't stop Meng Yuan's cavalry, not to mention the small cliff mountains. But at this moment, victory or defeat is no longer important, because the defeat is already decided, what is important is how to choose in the face of failure?

   Zhang Shijie, the commander of the Song Army, made a choice when he completely gave up the mobility of naval warfare and connected the boat with iron cables.

  He refused to persuade him to surrender three times in a row, burned the letters, and beheaded the envoys.

  Including the imperial edict written by the captured Emperor Deyou, which was also burned by him.

  Since the Mongolian Yuan went south, the Southern Song Dynasty has changed three emperors one after another.

  At this point in the country's affairs, it is no longer fighting for any emperor.

  Perhaps when it was another time, the morale of the Song army had already collapsed, and there were countless deserters.

  But now there is no way to retreat, and they have retreated to the sea, where else can they go? They had no choice but to fight to the death and draw an end to Zhao Song.

   In the blink of an eye, it was March, and Jiang Cheng didn't care about the situation of the battle anymore. After all, he already knew the outcome.

  At first, when I saw this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, my heart was touched, and my heart came from grief. Put yourself in the shoes of those 200,000 people, in the sea, with swaying boats under their feet, lack of water and food, and no way of life, how desperate it is.

  There is a sentence in the history books that there are hundreds of thousands of floating corpses, and Jiang Cheng has seen it with his own eyes at this moment, so he knows what an unimaginable scene it is.

  Just because Mo Poor told him that there are only seven or eight thousand floating corpses in the sea these days. Only then did Jiang Cheng realize that the scene in front of him that gave him a visual impact equivalent to "one hundred thousand floating corpses" was created by only a few thousand people.

  When the 200,000 soldiers and civilians are all dead, how terrifying is the scene of 100,000 floating corpses? Until then, he had no idea.

   But later, for another ten days in a row, seven or eight thousand floating corpses washed up on the shore every day, or fed fish and shrimps, and he gradually became numb. He only felt how lucky he was to stand on the side of the Mongolian army.

   Unfortunately, he was found soon.

   "What... what? Let me write a letter to persuade you to surrender?" Jiang Cheng was brought to Zhang Hongfan by the Mongolian army, and he was not only nervous when he heard Mo Poor's translation.

   Originally, there was nothing to be nervous about. The Song army was bound to be defeated. He wrote the letter of surrender when he was captured, and his life was the most important thing. Anyway, the last court in exile in the Southern Song Dynasty refused to surrender many times, and he is not bad.

   It’s a good thing to die, there is an old man on this flagship, hale and hearty, with a slim blue shirt, without losing his style, standing between the left and right officials.

  Mo Qiong told Jiang Cheng: "As expected, this is Wen Tianxiang."

   "Damn!" Jiang Cheng sullenly looked at Wen Tianxiang, while the old man was also sizing him up, his eyes revealing unexplained thoughts.

   There is no doubt that Wen Tianxiang must have recognized Zhao Mengyu. Zhao Mengyu is not only a clan, but also has been in command of Wen Tianxiang's army not long ago. It's a ghost if you don't know it!

  Wen Tianxiang neither exposed him nor saluted him, just looked at him for a while, then looked away blankly.

   "He won't expose me..." Jiang Cheng thought to himself.

"Why expose you? You lost your life for no reason, and instead let the Mongolian army continue to search for Zhao Mengyun. When he sees you, he knows that the real Zhao Mengyun has escaped. With the state affairs at this point, it is always good to leave a root for the clan." Mo Poor said.

  Jiang Cheng had just heaved a sigh of relief when he heard officials shouting at him.

  Mo Poor translated: "They asked you to bow down to the coach."

  Jiangcheng caught a glimpse of Zhang Hongfan, the commander of the Mongolian army, on the main seat, with a majestic face, but his knees were a little weak.

  Wen Tianxiang could be seen next to him standing there calmly, but instead looked at him, complaining in his heart.

   There is no doubt that Wen Tianxiang will not worship, this old man wants to die.

   "Zhang Hongfan and even Kublai Khan respect Wen Tianxiang, and he is used to resisting, so he doesn't care, but you and I don't know... Maybe they deliberately killed you to force Wen Tianxiang." Mo Poor said.

"...But it's not good for me to worship. If I kneel down, it will make people look down on me for no reason, and the other party will only abuse me more vigorously. And maybe Wen Tianxiang will expose me when he gets angry." Jiang Cheng also refused. Kneeling, standing there expressionless, in fact, my heart was pounding, hoping that the other party would not treat me differently.

   Fortunately, Zhang Hongfan didn't care about such trivial matters, and just asked him to write a letter of persuasion again.

  At that time, Jiangcheng, as the clan, will not only not die, but will also spend the rest of his life as a prince.

  This is a great thing for Jiangcheng, a fake... He wished he could write it quickly, so that he could not help but save his life, and live a good life even though he would not be free in the future. For a condemned prisoner, this day is enough.

  However, he was very rational. He found that Wen Tianxiang said: "From the clan to the army and civilians, everyone has the heart to serve the country with death. As a subject, the country's death cannot be saved, and it is okay to rebel against the people?"

   As she spoke, she burst into tears, but she never looked at Jiangcheng.

   But the inside and outside the words, but mentioned the clan, the army and the people. At this point, they are all ready to die to serve the country. How can it be possible to teach people to give up serving the country with death and surrender to the enemy when the country is in decline?

  After Mo Qiong told Jiang Cheng, his heart skipped a beat, knowing that if he dared to write, he would die in minutes.

   "He regards integrity more than life, Zhang Hongfan forced him to write letters of persuasion many times, but he refused, and finally wrote an article "Crossing Ling Dingyang" to Zhang Hongfan..." Mo Qiong said.

   "Of course I know... I still recited and silently wrote the full text in middle school..." Jiang Cheng wanted to cry but had no tears.

   "He is staring at you now, if you insult the clan, he will expose you." Mo Poor said.

   "This **** old man is so **** annoying! He won't let me write if he doesn't write, shit!" Jiang Cheng felt chilled.

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  (end of this chapter)