Chapter 593 Tragic

The location of Jiangcheng is Haifeng County in Guangdong Province. The anti-travelers provided the picture three months ago. The difference from the situation provided by the anti-travelers at the beginning is that it is now a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

It is now the first month of 1279. The last large-scale land anti-Yuan force here has been destroyed, and Wen Tianxiang has been captured alive.

When Jiang Cheng got up, he instinctively shrank down. There was a wilderness around him, scattered with the bones of many soldiers and civilians, and their blood had long dried up.

It can be seen that these are the corpses of scattered troops, and traces on the scene indicate that they were all chased to death by cavalry.

"..."

Jiang Cheng trembled and looked left and right. He saw dust flying in the distance and a small group of Mongolian soldiers passing by. The Mongolian soldiers were covered in blood and had obviously killed many people.

They were all in small groups. It was obvious that the Mongolian army had scattered in all directions and was now regrouping.

His scalp suddenly became numb and he dug into the pile of corpses.

However, the other party did not pass by him after all, and he disappeared after a while.

"It should be heading to Yashan... Yes, armies from all over the country are gathering there, and Song Meng will finally fight a big battle."

Although the soldiers left, he did not relax. Jiang Cheng knew that he was living in a world of broken mountains and rivers, so he had to be extremely careful.

Although the Mongolian army was about to completely destroy the Southern Song Dynasty, the Mongolian army did not implement any appeasement policy, which also caused a huge backlash in various places. The Mongolian army basically fought all the way from north to south.

Wherever they encountered resistance, both soldiers and civilians were slaughtered.

Only those who surrendered in defiance of the wind were spared the massacre.

He is currently dressed as a scholar. After all, he has thin skin and tender flesh, so he doesn't look like a farmer.

Although he didn't major in history and majored in biology, he still had a general idea of ​​what happened when the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty went south. Yashan was a naval battle of astonishing scale in history. It was impossible for him not to know about it. He was just insensitive to the year 1279. Just like casually mentioning the year 1127, many people have no idea about this year.

Jiang Cheng knew that the Mongolian army was not polite to scholars at all. When they conquered Changsha, Yuelu Academy was slaughtered from top to bottom.

Of course, if the southerners surrender directly or express submission, there is still a way to survive. But the problem is that Jiang Cheng knows that he and the Mongolian army do not understand the language. Let alone the Mongolian army, he has difficulty communicating with the Han army.

Under such circumstances, even if he tried to let the enemy know that he was submissive, he probably wouldn't be taken seriously. The other party would ask, what kind of person is this person who can't even say a word?

"Why don't you cut off your tongue and pretend to be mute?" Jiang Cheng looked at the broken knife on the ground and felt furious.

But looking at the many rotten flesh and dirty blood on the broken knife with uneven layers and various gaps, it makes people feel sick.

"No, no, no, even if I don't say it, I can't understand it either."

Jiang Cheng quickly gave up the idea, and then discovered that he was dressed differently from the corpses around him.

Military uniform aside, there is quite a difference between him and the farmers' attire on the ground.

"By the way, the clothes I picked seem to be the clothes of a scholar..." Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng quickly wanted to take off the clothes of a scholar, thinking to himself that when choosing clothes, choosing such a set of Song Dynasty clothes is simply nonsense.

This clothes is really not something you can wear casually. If you wear it in peacetime, you will probably get into trouble. Besides, at this time, it would be better for him to pretend to be a lower-level person.

"There happen to be civilian clothes here, and they are dirty and bloody. I changed into another suit and pretended to be a refugee. The Mongolian army is now mobilized intensively and is busy converging. Seeing that I am alone, I think they will not embarrass me."

Jiang Cheng quickly went to take off the clothes of the dead body on the ground, but at this moment, he saw billowing smoke coming from the corner of his eye, and it turned out that a group of cavalry was about to pass by him.

"Depend on!"

It was too late for Jiang Cheng to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead at this time. The other party must have seen him, the only figure standing.

It was too late to take off the dead person's clothes. Jiang Cheng had a flash of inspiration and thought that it was normal for the refugees to be homeless and unable to even put on clothes. Wouldn't it look like they would take off their shirts, roll up their trouser legs, and not wear shoes?

While he was looking at the distance of the Mongolian cavalry, he couldn't see clearly the other party's attire. Naturally, the other party still couldn't see clearly his own attire.

Jiang Cheng quickly took this time to take off his clothes, but after taking off his boots and socks for a long time, he could not untie his clothes.

"Eh? Where did you take it off from?"

He was so anxious that he was sweating. It was very troublesome for him to put on clothes because it was winter here and he had to wear many layers one after another. He barely untied the outermost layer and wasted a lot of time.

Seeing the Mongolian army approaching, Jiang Cheng found that he couldn't take off his clothes because as soon as he rolled up his sleeves, he could see his dazzlingly white skin.

This white body, with tender skin and tender flesh, makes others question whether he is a rich man in exile.

"Just take it one step at a time." Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly and simply tied up his clothes again.

A small group of Mongolian cavalry had arrived, and they saw him kneeling down and standing by the road with his hands raised high.

Jiang Cheng was breathing heavily and knelt down to surrender. Naturally, he knew that he could not escape. If he ran, he might be chased. So he was kneeling obediently on the side of the road and might not care about him.

Sure enough, he heard a burst of ear-piercing laughter from the Mongolian army, and the horses passed in front of him like the wind.

It really doesn’t stop!

Jiang Cheng was pleasantly surprised, looking at the cavalry passing in front of him, hoping they would leave quickly.

However, after seven or eight riders had passed in a row, he saw a whip being whipped hard, hitting him in the face with a snap, causing him to crawl all over the ground in pain.

He heard another burst of laughter, and when he looked around, he saw that the Meng Yuan cavalry who had whipped him had already rushed past, and it seemed that they were just taking advantage of it.

Then, seeing him rolling in pain, a man at the end of the cavalry team deliberately turned his horse slightly and stepped over him.

But it was a last-minute idea after all, and the horse's hoof only stepped on Jiang Cheng's leg.

Even so, the pain was so painful that he howled immediately, until he felt the horse's hoof digging in deeply, crushing the flesh and breaking the bones.

Jiang Cheng screamed in pain on the ground, but this group of cavalry did not stop for a moment. They seemed to be in a hurry, whizzing in and out like the wind.

He just gave him a whip and stepped on a horse's hoof, which made him miserable.

"Damn it! I'll fuck you..." Jiang Cheng was sweating in pain, holding his thigh tightly with his hands, where blood had already soaked into his pants and clothes.

He cursed loudly and harshly, as if this could relieve the pain.

While scolding, he did not forget to bandage. He was quite proficient in some first aid measures. He knew them well in high school, and even studied them systematically in college and passed the exam.

I saw that he quickly bandaged his legs with the clean cloth from the middle layer of his coat, cut off the rags that were stuck to the flesh, and then cut two tattered skirt armor pieces and wrapped them together to fix them. bone.

After doing this, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely and tired. He lay on the ground and felt dizzy.

While he was resting, he was thinking about the next way out.

After being beaten like this, he gritted his teeth and felt extremely resentful. He once had the ambition to drive away the captives and save the world.

Through this time, he knew that most of the troops scattered across Guangdong Province were rushing to Yashan. The commander-in-chief of the Mongolian army summoned the main force to fight the Song army for a final decisive battle.

If not, it would be difficult for him to survive just after he surrendered. Although most of them actually have no murderous intentions towards him, as long as one of them does, that's enough, and they can kill him easily.

"However, the Song Army will definitely lose in this decisive battle..."

Jiangcheng knew that this was the golden age of the nomads. Even if Yashan won, it would be useless. At most, he would kill them back and settle in one or two provinces. And Meng Yuan is sitting on a vast territory. Let alone losing this game, even if he loses a few more games, he will not be shaken. What can he do if he goes to Fusang and loses three games in a row?

As he lay here, his newly ignited ambition was on the verge of collapse. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that he could only be a submissive citizen.

Jiang Cheng was thinking wildly here, but he didn't notice that a large number of infantry had appeared at some point and arrived at him in a mighty manner.

When he came to his senses, the army was already in front of him.

…