I am Da Song

Chapter 15 From today, advance and retreat and wait to die!

Use both kindness and power, and distinguish rewards and punishments. This is the most basic way to govern an army.

The so-called no kindness, no power, no power, no kindness!
Zhao Huan had already bestowed kindness on the whole army, pouring real gold and silver on the heads of every soldier.Even if they took sticks to drive away these forbidden soldiers at this time, the forbidden soldiers of the Song army refused to leave.Loyalty has been determined, it's time to show your prestige in the army.

Hearing the official's calm words, Liu Fan's hair stood on end, and he asked incredulously, "Who is the official's target for enforcing military law?"

Zhao Huan raised his head, his gaze was like water, and looked directly at Liu Fan.

Liu Fan only felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body shuddered.

This atmosphere quickly enveloped every corner of the city wall. The civil and military men of the Song Dynasty who were watching here all opened their mouths in horror. The city wall fell into a dead silence, only a large vermilion flag flying in the sky.These bright red flags seem to be infected with countless scarlet blood, supporting a rising iron-blooded Zhao Song.It can be said that it is Zhu Qi Jiang Tian, ​​who comes here with majesty, the stars sweep away, and the depression is thousands of miles away.

The city wall has been shrouded in cold and dead silence, but the tall and majestic Suzaku Gate under the city wall is slowly opening, and there is a creaking sound.

The imperial guards who had survived the catastrophe rushed into the city joyfully, but were shocked to find that there were already a large number of majestic and shining Imperial City officials standing around the gate of the city.

Fan Qiong in the corridor of the city gate stopped immediately and stood there stiffly.Like Fan Qiong, countless imperial guards felt the abnormal atmosphere, and retreated stiffly, until there were a large number of broken soldiers rushing forward on the top of their backs.

As for rushing forward to the Imperial City Secretary's personal servants, these bullying imperial guards dare not even think about it.

The Imperial Army never knew that there was such a majestic and burly army in the city of Tokyo.

These royal officials seem to be carved out of the same mold. Everyone is five feet nine inches one minute six centimeters tall, wearing thick and well-made armor, and wearing a pocket with only their eyes exposed. Everyone stands in place They are all like an iron pagoda. ("Small painting of the city wall faintly, the Buddha's light still shines on the iron pagoda", the pagoda means the pagoda. The iron pagoda is an adjective, which describes soldiers wearing iron armor and looks like an iron pagoda. The iron pagoda of the Jin Army and the stepping armor of the Song Dynasty are the same thing .)
How can the broken soldiers not be afraid?These people lined up in front of the city gate, their tall bodies even blocked the light, making the sight of the city gate dark.

Ordinary guard soldiers stood in front of these burly Imperial City officials, like a group of thin monkeys facing bloodthirsty giants.It even made people suspect that without using weapons, the opponent's huge fist could knock down all the imperial guards dizzily.

This army, which looks like a human clone, is precisely the elite that Wu Ge carefully selected in the Imperial City Department for a couple of hours.

The Imperial City Division nominally has more than 8000 people, but after strictly implementing military regulations and disciplines, only the 430 people in front of them are left who meet the standards.In an army, only one-twentieth of the qualified soldiers are full of the characteristics of the Song Dynasty.

But even so, Zhao Huan was quite pleased.At least in front of the emperor, the corruption of the Imperial City Division was not very serious.Aside from the share of empty pay, 430 people in this unit meet the standard, and the pass rate is not bad.At first, Zhao Huan even pessimistically thought that only about two hundred qualified soldiers could be selected.That's a one-fortieth pass rate.Now it has doubled in size.It looks like Da Song hasn't rotted to the point of being hopeless.

Facts have proved that it is a wise saying that soldiers should be fine but not many.

These four hundred relatives stood in front of the city gate, and their deterrent power was directly full.It is even more terrifying than the three thousand mobs of the original Huangcheng Division.

More than [-] deserters did not dare to resist at all, they were all disarmed, took off their armor, tied them and knelt beside Caihe.

Hundreds of Imperial City officials with sharp knives lined up and stood on the bank of the dry Cai River.

This appearance frightened all the imperial guards above and below the city wall. Every idle imperial guard had a pale face, nervously watching those tall soldiers standing on the shore.

No impassioned speeches, no murderous oaths.

There is only the howling of the cold wind and the fluttering of flags.

With a crisp whistle, a hundred tall imperial servants picked up a hundred rout soldiers from the kneeling crowd and brought them to the river.

Kneeling on the shore, Fan Qiong kept shaking her head in horror, crying, "Officials! Officials! Your Majesty! Minister... I dare not run away again! Officials, please forgive me! Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

After another ear-piercing whistle, hundreds of subordinate officials raised their sharp knives, and the defeated imperial guards finally realized that the officials really wanted to kill this time!
Countless people wept bitterly, and countless people turned pale with horror.

"Official, official, please forgive me this time. From now on, I will fight to the death for the official and kill more golden men for the official."

"Guanjia, I don't want to die. There are three children in my family, and the youngest daughter is still in her infancy."

"Officials, have mercy. I will definitely change my past and fight the enemy bravely for the official."

"Official family, official family! Forgive me! My 70-year-old mother is paralyzed in bed. After I die, there will be no one to take care of my mother, and there will be no one to collect the body in the rancid house."

"The official family..."

"..."

Zhao Huan supported the cold battlements, quietly looking at the soldiers below the city who were weeping and wailing.

It turned out that the scum in the army that I hated and despised in my heart was a real person, and behind them was the joys and sorrows of a family.

I am the country, and the four words really affect the rise and fall of the family, the country, the honor and disgrace of the world, and the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of countless people.

Like countless families, images of happy reunion flashed before Zhao Huan's eyes, wonderful stories, sad and happy faces, and finally converged in Zhao Huan's calm eyes.

A shrill whistle sounded!

Hundreds of steel knives fell, and the blood stained the filthy soil.Corpses fell heavily to the ground, and a hundred rout soldiers were all executed under the watchful eyes of Zhao Huan.The corpses were thrown into the dark, deep channel of Caihe River.

Another shrill whistle sounded, and then a hundred rout soldiers were brought to the banks of the Cai River.

The shrill whistle echoed in the air, and every time the whistle sounded, even the civil and military officials on the city wall trembled.

Even the onlookers couldn't stand the terrifying atmosphere, and shivered cowardly by the battlements holding their spears.The shrill whistle sounded harshly, and the terrified soldiers desperately covered their ears, their teeth chattering, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

At this moment, countless Imperial Guard soldiers finally believed that in the face of fear, people really can't help crying.

This stern whistle has become a lingering nightmare for thousands of soldiers and civilians in Tokyo City.

Zhao Huan's fists hidden in his sleeves were tightly clenched, no matter how much his stomach turned upside down, no matter how fierce his heart struggled, he always looked down at the city calmly from beginning to end.Listening to the shrill whistle, calmly watching batches of broken soldiers being punished by the Ming Dynasty.

Another ear-piercing whistle sounded, and countless people shuddered in conditioned reflex, and their backs felt cold.

Under the city, the last batch of rout soldiers were also executed beside the Caihe River, and the blood stained the Caihe River channel. Looking from a distance, it seemed that the most bewitching red flower bloomed on the black land.

In the silence, there were terrified sobs from the soldiers above and below the city wall.

A sonorous and firm footsteps broke the silence.Wu Ge walked up to Zhao Huan with his head held high, and said, "Report to the official family, the 870 soldiers who were defeated have all been executed."

Zhao Huan breathed out, without any extra words, he just glanced lightly at the group of civil and military generals who were silent.

In times of national calamity, soldiers are responsible for defending the land!
If everyone has an excuse to live on, who will guard the country?Is it going to be like in history, Shenzhou Lu Shen?Sending tens of millions of Central Plains women to the barbarians of other races to play with, in exchange for the cowardly lives of Song men?

From today onwards, the army of the Great Song Dynasty must survive from death if it advances and retreats to wait for death!
(End of this chapter)