end song

Chapter 540
"Brother Junshi, I shot down a Mongolian army."

Zan Wanshou was obviously very excited, he didn't hold a bow in his hand, but Lu Xiufu knew what he said was true.

"Why are you allowed to go to the battlefield?"

"I found Commander Lu and competed with him. He then took me over there to fight. His arrow skills are also very good..."

Zan Wanshou was born in martial arts, so he obviously has real talents and learning, and he speaks with pride.

"But Commander Bao came over and drove me back, and even scolded Commander Lou, saying that scholars are precious, and the rations of a village may not be able to afford a scholar who is a Jinshi. I said I am not a Jinshi, and Commander Bao doesn't care..."

Zan Wanshou may also have a heart.

He was looked down upon by these Jinshi along the way, and these words may not have been intentionally said to the people around him.

Then some officials snorted coldly.

But at least Lu Xiufu was quite touched and sighed slightly in his heart.

Thousands of people have thousands of faces, today some people are so scared that they pee their pants, some people are already able to fight the enemy; some people's lives are worth nothing, while others' lives are precious...

Only on the battlefield, everything is so clear and cruel.

suddenly.

"The Mongolian army has increased its troops!"

"Look!"

Lu Xiufu looked around and saw the dust and smoke billowing in the north, and the momentum was frightening.

The surrounding civil servants talked a lot.

"How many people are there?"

"Tens of thousands? The movement is so loud."

"The day of Pingsha is not gone! The day of Pingsha is not gone!"

Later, I saw Zan Wanshou running back, striding up to the top of the mountain, looking at it with great interest, and said in his mouth: "Everyone knows that the Mongolian army usually has three riders per man, and even hundreds of men can run thousands of men. battles..."

Lu Xiufu hurried to Zan Wanshou and asked, "How do you know the number of enemy troops?"

Zan Wanshou said: "We have to wait for them to set up camp and count the tents to find out. Generally speaking, there are four to five soldiers in one tent."

"How about an estimate at this time?"

"Look at the flag, but don't be sure." Zan Wanshou narrowed his eyes and murmured: "I can only say... If the Mongolian army didn't cheat, this should be a thousand-man team."

"What comes on paper is always shallow." Lu Xiufu couldn't help clicking his tongue.

In the past, reading military books, one hundred thousand troops and one million troops were also common on paper.

Entering Hanzhong this time, Li Xia's long line of more than a thousand people lined up along Chencang Road has opened his eyes.No, the battle of the Mongolian cavalry is even bigger.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, could An have imagined that 1000 people would be so mighty?

amazing...

~~
The suffering of the war far exceeded the expectations of these officials.

Every moment is suffering.

Finally in the evening, when the Mongolian army attacking the mountain retreated slowly, the civil servants finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting on the stone, Lu Xiufu cut off a piece of middle garment, wrapped the wide sleeves, put the long lapel into his belt, and strode towards the mountain road.

This time no soldiers stopped him.

Passing through the soldiers sitting on the ground, he saw the one-eyed Bao San lead the people to bury the dead soldiers, after that, he laughed again.

"Today at Dasan Pass, Xu Guidou killed a lot of people with cannon stones, right?"

"Those Mengtars at the bottom of the mountain, can make more buns to eat tonight, with a lot of meat stuffing."

"Haha, what a big war, it seems to scare our Qingtian masters, 'I want to go back to Lin'an'..."

Bao San was halfway through speaking, when he saw Lu Xiufu approaching, he kept silent.

Lu Xiufu didn't understand why these soldiers could laugh and laugh in such a short period of time after witnessing the death of their comrades in battle.

Is the love of robes so light in their eyes?
Without saying a word, he picked up a branch, stuck it in the handful of loess with both hands, and saluted solemnly...

~~
After eating the dry food, all the civil servants rested in the tent early.

Because both Lu Xiufu and Yang Qixin were sick, they were placed in the same tent for the convenience of doctors to take care of them.

Hu Sanxing was worried about Lu Xiufu, so he picked Zan Wanshou, who was the most powerful and powerful, to live with them.

The four of them lay in the tent, recalling today's battle, each with different thoughts.

"vomit……"

Vomiting sounded outside from time to time, and occasionally someone could be heard whimpering.

"Today, Wang Shan and Wang Mingde were paralyzed from fright." Hu Sanxing said, "He has the intention of surrendering just after the war started...I don't want to talk about others behind their backs, but in the future, I will stay away from him."

Zan Wanshou said: "Don't you guys find out? We have someone to remember what we have done."

Yang Qixin coughed heavily.

Hu Sansheng said in a low voice: "I figured it out, Li Jieshuai intentionally threatened us, just because he was young, he was afraid that others would not accept him."

"You can't say that." Zan Wanshou said: "Today the Mongolian army was restrained and did not attack Dashan Pass. In two days, the construction of the pass city will be completed, which is the meaning of this battle..."

"Junshi." Hu Sanxing turned his head and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid." Lu Xiufu said: "I heard in the past that when the Mongols plundered gold, many cities did not wait for the Mongol soldiers to open the city and surrender. I don't understand why 10 people surrendered to thousands of Mongols... today……"

At this point, he thought about what he saw today, and he was silent for a long time before continuing to speak.

"Last year, Zhang Shi and Zhang Dutong feigned surrender to Mongolia and defended the bitter bamboo pass... How courageous and loyal, I can truly understand it today."

"Oh." Governor Hu San sighed.

Zan Wanshou said: "Today this is just a small battle, and there are not many troops in total, let alone guarding the mountain, just making small troubles. Li Jieji also protects us..."

As soon as he said that, there was a silence in the tent.

Lu Xiufu has a dull temper, Hu Sansheng and Yang Qixin don't like to hear him say that.

After being quiet for a long time...

"Old man, his ambition is thousands of miles away. The martyr's old age is full of ambition." Yang Qixin suddenly said something inexplicably.

"Go to sleep, Tanhualang..."

~~
Three miserable days followed.

Three days later, on another dull night, Hu Sanxing lay in the tent, scolding Li Xia in his heart.

Everything he said when he went to Hanzhong, such as Li Xia was promoted by the traitor party, and they could also regain Hanzhong... all these things have been crushed in this battle.

He hates that Li Xia can do everything he can't, and hates that Li Xia threw him into this dangerous battlefield by surprise...

Too tired, Hu Sansheng closed his eyes in fatigue, only wishing to wake up tomorrow and not face all this again.

"Get up and move camp."

Hu Sanxing was in a daze when someone pulled him up.

After leaving the tent, I could barely see things in the moonlight, but there were only vague figures.

"No fire, no noise."

"What are you doing? I can't see clearly..."

"Don't talk, move the camp, and send you back to Hanzhong to take up your post."

"Thank goodness."

"If you can't see the way, grab the person in front of you."

"Junshi, Junshi." Hu Sansheng called out hastily.

"Brother Jing Shen, don't talk." Lu Xiufu said calmly.

Only then did Hu Sanxing feel relieved, he held a soldier tightly by the waist, waited for a long time, and was led down the mountain.

……

The location of Crouching Tiger Mountain is not dangerous to move the camp.Because of the Chencang Road at the foot of the mountain and Dasan Pass not far away, the Mongolian army did not dare to camp in the canyon.

After walking for an hour, finally, the outline of Dasan Pass appeared in front of my eyes.

A fire was lit in front, sending a signal to the top of the city.

The closed door opened slowly.

Hu Sanxing breathed a sigh of relief...

suddenly.

The sound of horseshoes sounded from behind.

"The men are coming!" An official shouted in panic.

"Calm down! Enter the city in an orderly manner! Don't crowd!"

"..."

The flames were bright on the top of the city, and cannon stones whizzed past the top of the head.

The sound of horseshoes echoed in the valley, getting closer.

"what!"

Finally someone panicked.

"Don't squeeze! The commander has made arrangements."

The soldiers were still shouting, but the uncontrolled officials had already started pushing and shoving, blocking the city gate.

"Don't squeeze."

Hu Sansheng was bumped from behind, and an official grabbed him and rushed forward.

"Catch him back!"

"Running around?!"

"..."

I saw more and more officials running past Hu Sanxing, pushing forward desperately.

"Ah! The Mongolian army is here..."

"Brother Wan Shi?" Hu Sansheng stared at him and shouted, "Calm down, calm down!"

He wasn't afraid at first, but now that he was left last, he also started to panic.

"Brother Wan Shi, stop squeezing..."

A soldier came over and knocked the official who was still scrambling for the door unconscious, and threw him on the side of the road.

"What are you doing?!" Hu Sansheng yelled, "Why didn't you take him away?!"

"Those who dared to snatch the door knocked fainted and were thrown at the end!"

"Don't squeeze!"

"..."

"Kill!"

The sound of fighting has already sounded.

In the confusion, Hu Sanxing was suddenly hit on the stomach and fell to the ground.

He just wanted to get up, but his body was already stepped on.

There was a sound of arrows, and there was a "poof", warm blood dripped down, and the fishy smell rose to the sky.

"what!"

Hu Sansheng finally lost his mind and hissed loudly.

His mind was in such a mess that he couldn't think at all.

"..."

"Kill them!"

"Pfft... pfft..."

When he managed to get up from the ground, he turned his head and saw a scene he would never forget.

"Peiyu!"

In sight, the scimitar slashed down, and his same-year Huang Rong had been chopped down in a pool of blood.

Not so long ago, they were singing poems together.

"The ground is connected to Qin Yongchuan, and the river is strong, and the thorns and poplars flow day and night under the water."

next moment.

"Wan Shi..."

"puff!"

That Mongolian soldier was still swinging his scimitar, and chopped down another person.

From only seven or eight steps away, he could see blood on his face.

Those murderous, ferocious, cruel eyes seemed to pierce into Hu Sanxing's heart.

"Ah! Ah..."

(End of this chapter)