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Chapter 505 Consumption

Li Xia wanted to attack Lizhou, but he didn't lead his troops to the city and start attacking the city.

Set up camp and build a line of defense to prevent the Mongolian army from coming out of the city.Only in this way can we gain a foothold outside Lizhou City.

After that, he must first occupy the tops of the Longmen Mountains in the west of Lizhou.

Otherwise, these commanding heights are in the hands of the Mongolian army, which can not only throw cannon stones and thunder to kill the Song army, but also spy on all the movements of the Song army.

Just doing this, Song Jun didn't even touch the city wall of Lizhou, and more than ten days have passed.

In a blink of an eye, it is the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, and the end of the year has come.

The six years of Xingchang in the Great Song Dynasty and the eight years of Mengge Khan in the Great Mongolian Kingdom, the two countries are finally going to finish this whole year in the endless flames of war.

……

Huangze Temple.

This is Wu Zetian's worship temple, located on the cliff on the west bank of Jialing River, across the river from Lizhou City.

Wu Zetian was born in Lizhou, and her father, a warrior, was once the governor of Lizhou.Therefore, after Wu Zetian proclaimed himself emperor, he remodeled the Chuanzhu Temple, taking the meaning of "the emperor's grace is mighty, Ze and his hometown", and renamed it Huangze Temple.

Today, Huangze Temple is the last commanding height of the Mongolian army in Lizhou on the west bank.

The Mongolian and Han troops stationed outside the temple also wanted to celebrate the New Year...

The Mongol-Han army named "Xu Qiaotou" sat on a stone, counted with his fingers bent, and turned his head to say something to his centurion "Zhang Qiang".

"Boss, it's Chinese New Year, let's throw a few thunderbolts, let's hear it?"

"What's going on?" Zhang Qiang cursed, "There are only a few left. Is it for you to listen to the hozen?"

Xu Qiaotou grinned, showing his dark teeth.

Zhang Qiang thought about it, but murmured to himself, "Where can I get some firecrackers?"

"Only in the city."

Xu Qiaotou patted the lice on his neck, looked at Lizhou City on the other side of the river, and said, "I don't know that Mongolian nobles can't celebrate the new year."

"none of your business."

Xu Qiaotou just laughed, looking bored.

He lives numbly, and the only thing he looks forward to all year round is the Chinese New Year.But this year, I can't go home for a reunion during the Chinese New Year, and I can't even hear the firecrackers, so I don't have much hope.

Xu Qiaotou is a lame man, originally from Xujiayan, Qingpingzi, west of Lizhou, who fled during the war a few years ago.

Later, when he heard that the Mongols were recruiting refugees in Lizhou to return to their hometowns to farm, he was dubious, and he couldn't survive anyway, so he came back with the villagers.

I didn't expect there to be a field.

Of course, the annual harvest is handed over, but if he can leave enough grain for his living, his life will be settled again, and he feels that the Mongols are not bad.

But the god damn Song army wanted to fight again, but he couldn't hold it when he fought, and ruined his fields.

This time Marshal Wang conscripts, everyone has wine and meat, and there is a reward for defending Lizhou.

Xu Qiaotou was greedy for the meat, believed in the Wang family's reputation, and became a member of the Mongol-Han army.

Seeing that the Song army was so fierce that they knocked down all the other hills, it would be Huangze Temple's turn next... Xu Qiaotou didn't feel anything.

Anyway, he just resigned himself to life.

Suddenly, a killing cry sounded.

"Song Jun is here!"

"where?"

Xu Qiaotou looked down the cliff with his eyes wide open, only to see the waves of the Jialing River, and there was no sign of the Song Army.

"Back! Behind... came out of the mountain..."

"Damn Song Jun! Those who celebrate the New Year, can't they fight after the New Year's Eve?"

"No rules at all."

"Grandpa Mongolia has hid in the city, and wants us bitter haha ​​to work hard."

"At the end of the twelfth lunar month, I lost my life, and the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts of the first month are all over the mountains."

After all, Song Jun hadn't rushed to the front, and the centurion still looked resigned, and began to adjust the artillery carriage in a chattering manner.

In the first round of throwing, the stones are first loaded into the cannon cart.

Xu Qiaotou tied the heavy rope to his shoulders, working hard like an old cow.

He was angry and wanted to shout something.

So he let the rope strangle him until his face turned red, and he yelled.

"You sons of bitches! Fighting wars during Chinese New Year, I hate you to death!"

"throw!"

The cannon shaft was pulled down heavily by them, and the stones were thrown heavily into the forest...

However, there was already a rout army rushing forward screaming, followed by the Song army with a knife in their hands.

As soon as the blood spread, Xu Qiaotou was frightened, turned his head and hid behind the gun carriage.

"The commander is hiding in Huangze Temple!"

"Kill over!" Zhang Qiang was still yelling, waving his knives and driving the soldiers to face the Song army.

Xu Qiaotou shrank back under the cannon carriage, only to see that the entire cliff was full of people running.

When the screams came, he trembled in fright.

A stream of blood slowly flowed down his knees...

Then, there was a shout.

"Fathers and folks, listen up...the superiors are hiding in Lizhou City, hiding in the mountain fortress, letting you sleep and sleep in the open...is it worth it?!"

At first, Xu Qiaotou didn't listen carefully.

But gradually, he recognized Song Jun's accent in Lizhou.

"Recover Lizhou, divide the land and cultivate it...for three years, no levy, no tribute...no tribute, no inferiority..."

"Return to the Song Dynasty, go to the camp to celebrate the New Year, listen to operas and music..."

In the distance, there were people singing folk songs in Lizhou dialect.

"Go to carry fire paper to carry salt, women and children rely on it, thousand-year-old tea trees leave wooden doors, and thousands of miles of tea roads go around Jiachuan..."

Xu Qiaotou poked his head out, wanting to see if the battle was over.

Looking down, I saw that Zhang Qiang had already lit a thunderbolt, holding it and rushed straight to the Song army formation.

"Brothers, don't trust these hozens, don't forget the good days Marshal Wang gave us!"

Xu Qiaotou's eyes widened.

He knew that Zhang Qiang, the centurion, was originally a soldier of the commander-in-chief's mansion, so he was appointed as the new centurion.It is said that if you defend Lizhou City, you can enter the Batulu Army and become a Mongol.

In front, Zhang Qiang had rushed into the Song army, raised his hand, and wanted to throw Hong Tianlei out.

"Oh!"

Iron sheets splashed everywhere, and flesh and blood flew all over the place.

More than a dozen Song soldiers fell to the ground screaming.

But no more people rushed along with Zhang Qiang.

The centurion used his own life to make Xu Qiaotou finally hear the sound before the New Year's Eve...

~~
On the head of Lizhou City, Wang Hanchen looked up at the cliff on the other side, only to see the banner of the Mongolian army fall down, and a flag of the Song army was planted.

"On the eleventh day, Li Xia tore down our thirteen mountains." Wang Weizheng said.

"so what?"

Wang Hanchen knew very well that these commanding heights were useful in the hands of the Mongolian army, and they could reach the Song army's camp.The Song army had to take it, but if it was taken, it would not be very useful for attacking the city.

Next, the Song army still wanted to build a pontoon bridge and attack the city from the other side of the Jialing River.

"These miscellaneous soldiers were originally used to hold back the Song army." Wang Hanchen said, "It's not a pity to die."

"Stop the Song army?" Wang Weizheng asked: "Uncle Wu, we have 3 people, and the Song army only has 8000 people. Why should we delay? The longer the fight, the greater the loss of Lizhou."

"Don't underestimate Li Xia." Wang Hanchen said: "Look through the Sichuan and Shu battle reports in recent years. Although Li Xia's name is listed after many Song generals, every time our army is defeated, we will meet this son. He is about the same age as the commander-in-chief. But he has served as the general manager of the Song Army in Chengdu."

Wang Weizheng was surprised.

At this age, he succeeds the head coach, no matter how humble he is usually, he still thinks that he is the youngest handsome talent in the world.

The idea of ​​not admitting defeat came to mind.

Wang Hanchen said again: "In the Battle of Diaoyu City, our Mongolian army was defeated. Morale was low, and the commander-in-chief took over soon. The Song Army was not the case, and it was at the height of its vigor. Therefore, the longer the delay, the better... In addition, Soon the army will withdraw to Hanzhong. Then we can win without fighting."

Only then did Wang Weizheng fully understand why it was said that the troops outside the city were used to give up.

With those useless miscellaneous soldiers, the Song army's siege time was consumed...

~~
Xu Qiaotou has become a prisoner.

With his hands tied, he limped into the Song Army camp.

His back was very bent, and he still had the attitude of resigning himself to fate. He only raised his head when he heard the sound of a gong.

From a distance, I saw a platform set up in the center of the Song Army's camp, and someone on it was beating a gong and shouting loudly.

"On the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year's Eve is approaching. Once you enter the camp, you will either be Brother Paozhe or your father and fellow countrymen..."

Xu Qiaotou couldn't bear it, so he stopped and stared stupidly, listening to the man announcing the play that he was going to sing on the stage tomorrow night in an operatic tone.

Thinking back, the last time my hometown had this kind of New Year's atmosphere was many, many years ago, when he was only five or six years old, sitting on the bench at the entrance of the village and feeling the excitement...

~~
Li Xia stood on the hill, looking south.

This whole year has been fighting, seemingly endlessly, and of course there are people he wants to see.

A sentry horse galloped from afar, interrupting his contemplation.

"Report to the general, the Mongolian army in Lizhou City is shouting at the top of the city, please rest for two days..."

Li Xia came back to his senses and understood what the uncle and nephew of the Wang family were thinking without thinking about it.

Just dragging.

"Go to the city and reply to them, yes."

"Yes!"

"Pass me another sentence,'I have heard for a long time that the Wang family likes to collect books for generations, and they slaughtered Shu in Kuduan. Lend me a book?'”

~~
Wang Wei was listening to the shouting from the city, and was taken aback for a moment, before he said with his hands behind his back: "Let's ask the other party's messenger, what book does Li Xia want to borrow?"

"Listen, people of the Song Dynasty under the city, my commander-in-chief asked, what book do you want to borrow?"

After a while, the shouts of Song Jun from the city came up.

""Mozi", I wonder if the Wang family has it?!"

Wang Weizheng was taken aback again, and murmured: "This Li Xia is so arrogant..."

(End of this chapter)