The new book is open today, and it will be updated three times a day from tomorrow, 7 am, 1 pm, and 7 pm. Of course, it can only be approximate, because the regular release of the new book is very unreliable. Please forgive me.

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Starting before dawn, tens of thousands of Song soldiers gathered around Yangzhou City, the garrison of the Pacification Envoy of the Song Dynasty, entered the battlefield one after another, and formed a formation on the open ground to welcome the first battle between them and the Mongolian army that invaded the south.

Also, they left the barracks early in the morning to go to the battlefield, there were tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers opposite. They were the Eastern Army among the four Mongolian troops that were planned to attack the remnant Song Dynasty. They were commanded by the Marshal Yeliugan, the Mongolian capital of the Zhuyiyi. In early September, they crossed the Huai south and burned, killed and looted all the way to the city of Yangzhou, the garrison of the Lianghuai Punishment Envoy. Today's battle is a key battle for whether they can successfully encircle Yangzhou.

The sun slowly climbed into the air, the cold in the morning slowly dissipated in the sun, and the temperature on the battlefield slowly rose. Everyone's breathing was accelerating unconsciously. Chen Dexing held the bow of his hand tightly and tried to calm his mind. He was not excited about the coming fight, but was very scared and also very confused.

Although he sometimes read some boring time travel novels in his previous life to spend his leisure time on the sea and have a little understanding of the irrelevant things of soul traveling. But when this nightmare experience really comes to him, he really would rather die completely in that shipwreck.

"Erlang! Erlang..." The tall and thin man began to call Chen Dexing in a low voice again, but this title changed a little no matter how you sounded.

Chen Dexing responded, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and finally found some information about the man and his new identity in his messy mind.

This man's surname is Liu, and his name is the monk. He is the housekeeper of the Chen family, which is the Chen Dexing family. Earlier, Chen Dexing's adoptive father was also a personal soldier of his uncle Chen Huaian, and now he is a coach and confidant of Chen Dexing's subordinates. Chen Dexing was originally a general. His grandfather Chen Hushan was the function of joining the army with Zhao Kui, the commander of the Huaidong Pacification System in the early years of Duanping. After that, he died in the battle of Shouzhou more than ten years ago. At this time, Chen Hushan's official rank had been promoted to the rampant official (from the seventh-rank right Wulang to the fifth-rank Tongshifu, they were all called rampant official), and the seventh-rank Wuyi official was still the commander of the army.

The ones who died together with Chen Hushan were Chen Dexing's adoptive father (uncle) Chen Huaian. The official rank of the seventh-rank Wu Jinglang (from the eighth-rank Xiuwulang to the tenth-rank Wugonglang, all of which were called the ambassadors).

It was because Chen Dexing got his grandfather's "uncanny" (he was killed in battle and was appointed as an official) that he became a military officer of the small envoy of Chengxinlang (from the ninth-rank Chengxinlang to the eighth-rank Chengyilang and other eighth-rank Chengyilang all called him a small envoy)... If he was in the Northern Song Dynasty (the Southern Song people called the Northern Song Dynasty "Chengpingshi"), a small envoy could live a life of comfort without worries. But in this chaotic world where China is about to fall, when a ninth-rank military officer who may fight at any time is not "uncanny"? It is obviously "hard"!

"Erlang, Erlang, don't forget to shoot at the sprint!" Liu looked at Chen Dexing with some concern. The word "sprint" generally refers to the sprinting technique, but when used on the battlefield at present, it roughly means ranging. Each archer will arrange for an outstanding sprinter to shoot the first arrow in the battle. If it can shoot at the enemy, thousands of arrows will be fired at the same time. This responsibility is the responsibility of the coach or training officer in the Wurui army.

Chen Dexing has been practicing martial arts with his father Chen Huaiqing since he was a child, and has long been practicing martial arts. He can use a hard bow with one stone and five dou, and he dare not say that he can pass through Yang in a hundred steps, but there is no difficulty in shooting people and horses with one hundred steps. But that is the real Chen Dexing, not the current Xibei product...

Chen Dexing frowned. Just when he was about to let Monk Liu ejaculate for him, he suddenly heard someone scolding loudly.

"Straitor! Dogs and Tartars are not good men. They dare not rush to kill them. They drive all the men to die. Now they have plundered the people of my Song Dynasty to fight... Damn it, Liu Gan has eggs!"

Chen Dexing was stunned and looked forward with his head held high. He saw countless people in chaos, helping the elderly and young, driving out from the gap between the Mongolian army formations opposite!

"This is..." Chen Dexing said in disbelief.

"It's our people of the Song Dynasty!" The monk Liu next to him stomped his feet and shouted, "The old trick of the dog Tartars drives the people to rush into the city, consumes our arrows, and destroys our morale! Even the Mongolian cavalry, in my opinion, is just a shrinking person who has no eggs, and you know how to bully the common people!"

"Turn the people to rush into the formation!" Chen Dexing somehow had his blood boiled all over his body, and his voice became hoarse because of his anger, "What should we do?"

More and more civilians were driven out, not ten thousand or eight thousand, and they saw the Mongolian generals who were forced to move forward slowly with swords, guns, bows and arrows, getting closer and closer to the frontier of the Song army. Chen Dexing seemed to have seen faces that were either numb, painful, or full of despair, all dressed by Han people. Among them are old people, and there are young children...

Now is the critical moment of the confrontation between the two armies. There are as many as eighteen Song army formations on the battlefield, belonging to six armies, with a total force of more than 40,000, and the arrays are ten miles long. Opposite the Song army is a Mongolian army with a number of people, among which there are no less than 8,000 Mongolian heavy cavalry wearing heavy armor and long spears! The Song army can only fight against it by a strict array and strong bows and crossbows. If the formation is disturbed by these Song people, these eight thousand Mongolian iron cavalry charges, they may be able to destroy the 40,000 Song army!

"What can I do? I can only shoot arrows..." Liu replied gritting his teeth.

Chen Dexing was shocked again, "That's the people of our Song Dynasty!"

Monk Liu showed a painful expression and lowered his voice: "It's not just the people of the Song Dynasty, these are all the people near Yangzhou, and maybe there are still family members of the soldiers of the army!" He was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, "But if we don't shoot, we will be defeated. Once the soldiers are defeated, the entire Yangzhou and the entire Jiangnan will be killed by the Tartars..."

"Transfer to the order of the Privy Councilor: The thief drove the people to 120 steps, and thousands of arrows were fired at once!"

The shouts of the messenger resounded throughout the battlefield with the sound of horse hooves. This was Jia Sidao's order. Although cruel and inhumane, it was the only feasible method. At this moment, Chen Dexing seemed to see the eyes of countless Song army soldiers standing upright with their heads raised.

The people of Song Dynasty who were driven to the battlefield were getting closer and closer to the military formation where Chen Dexing was. The scimitars and whips behind them were twitching and waving more and more madly. The screams, crying, pleading, cursing, and crying for help were all combined. They reached Chen Dexing and other Song army soldiers along the northwest wind, as if there were waves of demonic sounds from hell.

Chen Dexing widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and stared at the scene in front of him, his mind blank. This is not a string of irrelevant numbers in the history books of later generations - 60 million or 200 million (the population slaughtered by the Mongolians)... In the official history of later generations, this is just a trivial price that should be paid for the integration of nations or the intersection of civilizations! These are living people, right in front of Chen Dexing, crowded with people, driven into the slaughterhouse by the Mongolians with butcher knives.

Among them are mothers who protect children with their bodies, young men who support the elderly, innocent and unconscious children who are not sure that the disaster will soon be coming, rich people who are shivering in broken silk and satin, farmers with numb expressions, and scholars wearing Dongpo scarves... All kinds of people who make up a nation appear on this hellish battlefield, waiting for the arrival of death.

"Stretch!" A slight sound came from Chen Dexing's ears, which was the special sound when the bowstring popped out the feather arrow. In Chen Dexing's memory, this sound almost grew up with him, but now he couldn't help but feel trembling in his heart.
Chapter completed!