The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 320 Be Gentle

The cricket warrior charged forward menacingly.

The Southern Song cavalry immediately charged forward!
They couldn't beat the monster from before, but the cricket in front of them is definitely not as strong as the monster from before, no doubt about it!

I just thought of this...

The cricket warrior had already charged into the crowd. With a sweep of his halberd, the Southern Song cavalrymen fell to the ground, their numbers not much different from when they fought the monster, only the difference between "very tragic" and "very tragic".

The general turned pale with fright: "What happened? Why is there more than one monster like this?"

Before he could finish his pointless remark, the Cricket Warrior had already charged right in front of him.

The general screamed inwardly, "Don't panic! Don't panic!" A grand narrative could save him. He quickly shouted to the cricket, "We are all sons of Han, why must we kill each other? Wouldn't it be better to unite and resist the Jin?"

The cricket sneered, "To deal with the northern barbarians, Bu alone is enough. What use are you?"

Having said that, he swung his halberd, and the general's head flew off...

That general died without understanding why grand narratives had failed him this time.
Half an hour later, the army led by Gong Er Niangzi slowly entered Chuzhou City.

The tragic scene in the city brought tears to the eyes of the Northern Song soldiers.

The Jiaodong region where they lived should have been just as tragic, but thanks to the arrival of Zhenjun, peace was preserved in the Jiaodong region, preventing many Northern Song soldiers from experiencing the horrors of Chuzhou City.

Seeing this place with my own eyes now, I realize how hard-won my happy life is.

Looking at the ruins before her, Gong Erniangzi couldn't help but sigh, "True Lord, if it weren't for your protection, Jimo County might have ended up like this too."

Yue Wenxuan sighed: "Let's hurry up and help the people. There are still people in the city, but they are frightened and afraid to see people. But if we search the ruins carefully, we can still find some survivors."

Gong Er Niangzi quickly sent people to search.

Yue Wenxuan: "By the way, don't use regular troops to rescue the people. Zhang Jun of the Southern Song Dynasty could come at any time. You lead the regular troops to quickly take over the city and prepare for battle. Tell Wang Hong to come to me, and I will personally take him to rescue the people."

At this time, the grain transport team was still in the rear, and the civilian laborers who went to war with the army were also with the grain transport team, far behind and had not yet caught up.

The only option left is to use auxiliary troops to help the people.

But the auxiliary soldiers are all seasoned veterans; you can never expect uneducated veterans to have a good attitude towards civilians.

Just think about those elderly, illiterate waitresses in restaurants and you'll understand. They may not mean to be mean to you, but the moment they open their mouths, they're loud and boisterous, and their words, sentences, tone, and gestures all convey a sense of superiority.

Yue Wenxuan still needs to personally oversee things to prevent them from disturbing the people instead of saving them.

Soon, Wang Hong arrived!
He had been a member of the Northern Song Dynasty for quite some time. The bald head he had shaved back then had actually started to grow hair long ago, but the "bald head" had long become a symbol of the garrison. In order to maintain the style of his troops, Wang Hong would shave his head again every time his hair grew a little, always keeping a bald head.

When the superiors have a certain preference, the subordinates will follow suit, and his soldiers continued to shave their heads as well.

So even though the Bald Heads Camp has been established for a long time, long enough for them to grow a head of long, beautiful black hair, they still keep their heads bald.

Wang Hong scurried up to Yue Wenxuan, bowing and scraping, and said, "Young Master Yue, I heard you were looking for me."

Yue Wenxuan: "Take your soldiers, let's go into the city to help the people." "Yes, sir!"

Wang Hong loves doing this kind of thing. As long as he doesn't have to go to the battlefield and fight the enemy head-on, he's happy doing anything.

Before long, several thousand bald men arrived, including Wang Hong's good friend Li Cui.

As for the soldiers from Yan'an, although they spent some time with the auxiliary battalion, they soon returned to the ranks of regular soldiers.

Yue Wenxuan glanced at the bald soldiers, his tone turning serious: "In a moment, I will take you to rescue the people of the city. Let me make this clear: the people of this city have been through a lot, and they may have lost trust in the Song Dynasty. Therefore, their attitude towards you will not be very good. But you must remember, this is a city where even women would drown themselves in the river with Jin soldiers! It became like this because its people were brave and fearless, fighting to the death. The people here deserve respect. So even if they are fierce, vicious, and verbally and physically abusive towards you, you are not allowed to fight back or retaliate. Maintain a gentle attitude and approach them with the utmost patience."

The auxiliary soldiers suddenly felt immense pressure...

Yue Wenxuan: "I'll give you a demonstration first! Let's go."

He turned around and saw that Lady Gong was leading the regular troops to take over the four gates of the city, arranging archers and musketeers on the city walls for defense, and watchmen were also on the city towers, while Lü Bu continued to lead scouts to patrol outside the city.

Very good, there's nothing for Zhengbing to worry about.

Anxin led the auxiliary soldiers into a pile of ruins.

Yue Wenxuan still remembered the spot where the child had crawled into the ruins.

He walked up to the ruins and said to a piece of charred wood, "Young man, come out. We're not bad people; we're here to help you."

The ruins were quiet, and the child huddled inside the collapsed black wood, showing no intention of coming out.

Wang Hong said in a low voice, "Young Master Yue, let me have someone move these logs aside and pull him out."

Yue Wenxuan glared at him: "Wouldn't this scare him half to death? Doesn't he have some military rations on him?"

Wang Hong quickly took out his food bag, which contained three days' worth of dry rations.

Yue Wenxuan opened the grain bag so that people could clearly see the grain inside, showed it to the ruins, then tied the bag back up and gently tossed it into the ruins.

The next instant, a dirty, black little hand reached out from the ruins, grabbed the grain sack, and then with a whoosh, it withdrew back in.

Yue Wenxuan said gently, “Eat this first, and come to me for more if you need more. But don’t stay in these ruins. The city can’t have these burnt pieces of wood indefinitely. My men will clear them out and throw them away. Don’t be afraid when my men start clearing the ruins. Just walk out confidently.”

This time, there was a response from the ruins—a very weak little boy's voice softly hummed in response.

Yue Wenxuan turned to Wang Hong and said, "Alright, that's the basic plan and stance. Do you understand?"

Wang Hong couldn't help but be secretly astonished: Young Master Yue was such a noble person, yet he treated a little beggar with such gentleness.

Benevolence and righteousness!
It's always much more comfortable to work with a benevolent boss than a ruthless one.

"Get to work, get to work!" Wang Hong and Li Cui cursed at their subordinates, "Did you see how Young Master Yue did it? Learn from him! Be gentle, speak softly... Damn it, a bunch of roughnecks, all vicious and vicious, they don't look like good people at all. They can't even speak properly, their mouths are full of filth, they're like a bunch of idiots."

The subordinate whispered, "General, you just now..."

(End of this chapter)