Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 439 Legend ([-])

That night!Everyone on Cooking Bread Mountain, because the mood in their hearts was extremely depressed, even the singing that had lasted for several days stopped.

I never thought that the movement on the mountain disappeared, but there was a huge movement at the bottom of the mountain.

In Balong's mind, he was thinking about something in his heart, but in the end, he fell asleep unconsciously after days of physical and mental exhaustion.

In a daze, I suddenly heard a shout that should have come from the warehouse manager, but is now extremely hoarse:
"Old Hu, there is a situation at the foot of the mountain~"

Based on the fighting instinct he had cultivated in the past few days, Baron woke up in a flash.

Then, as a conditioned reflex, he took the helmet from the ground and buckled it on his head, and carried a long gun that was at hand when he was sleeping, and rushed forward following the figure in front of him.

At this time, his head is free to worry about some things:
"What the hell! You don't even let me have a good rest at night, do you? Okay, if you dare to come, I will bury you. I will bury as many as you want."

It was only when he rushed to the edge of the mountain and saw the scene in front of him that he reacted:
Something is wrong!The situation doesn't seem to be what I thought.

First of all, the direction of the movement was wrong. The direction of the movement at this moment was not because they were already very familiar with it, and they were facing the Jinbing camp bordering the land.

Instead, it has been calm and calm, in the direction upstream of the Cai River.

Secondly, now that the golden people are shouting loudly, the target is not facing them.

To be more precise, I do not know when a total of eleven or twelve ships had sneaked out of the water gate in the northeast of Kaifeng City, and Jin Bing's current target was them.

After they left the city, they went down the Cai River, and now they are a little over a mile outside the city.

It was only about one mile, three or four, away from Cooking Bread Mountain where they were.

It's a pity that in order to prevent Hu Biao and others from escaping at the convenience of Ye Shi and Caihe, Jin Bing had already deployed trebuchets and archers in the upper reaches of Caihe.

In terms of quantity, although it is much less than that of the downstream.

But thanks to the Jin Bing side, who had plenty of troops on hand, they still deployed two to three hundred archers on both sides of the upper reaches, a total of six trebuchets.

Along the river bank, a long distance has been laid out along the way.

Originally, the moonlight tonight was quite bright, and Jin Bing lit a large number of fires and pine oil torches on both sides of the river. For a time, the Cai River, which was only tens of meters wide, was illuminated quite clearly.

So this fleet has nothing to hide at all, and those golden soldiers have already discovered their movement at this moment.

Combining all the above, when Baron looked over, there were already a large number of golden archers who got up in a hurry and came to the bank of the river.

Under the order of the officer, they pulled away the step bows in their hands one after another, and greeted the people on board.

Regarding this point, those people on the ship took some countermeasures in advance. In addition to erecting a small number of shields on both sides of the ship, there are also a large number of door panels and the like.

Although Jin Bing's arrow rain was dense, it seemed that there were not many people who were hit by arrows.

But after the trebuchets on the side greeted the boats in the middle of the river one after another, the situation immediately became worse.

The boats in the river are all small boats, the largest of which is no more than ten meters long, and the smallest one is only five or six meters long, with only a thin layer of bottom.

How can such a small boat withstand a big rock?

As long as it is hit by a stone, a big hole will be smashed out of the thin bottom of the ship immediately.

Even if they didn't get hit by the hull, they just hit the side of the boat at a distance of one or two meters, and the huge splash and impact would make the boats shake violently.

If you accidentally drop it, the people above will fall into the water.

Moments later, he was hit by several arrows.

It was also at this moment, when the door panels blocking the boat were smashed open, or the people on board fell into the water, with the help of a round of moonlight in the sky and a lot of firelight on both sides.

Ba Long and the others could see clearly that the people on these small boats were dressed in different ways.

The man with his head shining brightly under the firelight, wearing a cassock and holding a handy shovel in his hand was obviously a master.

Even though he swung the handy shovel up in his hand, he still got several arrows in his chest.

In the end, he let go of his hand, and the handy shovel in his hand fell into the water; he should have proclaimed the Buddha's name, then sat paralyzed on the bow of the boat and passed away.

But even so, his face was still looking like a vajra glaring.

On the position next to him, the man who was waving a long sword and striking sharp arrows could tell that he was a Taoist just by looking at the five mountains crown on his head.

Under the sword light all over the sky, it was obvious that he had excellent swordsmanship, but it was a pity that the five mountain crowns on his head were shot off in a blink of an eye, and his hair became disheveled.

In addition, on these ships, there are many different costumes such as scholars, government servants, and Song soldiers.

A cursory glance at the past, it is simply a hodgepodge.

They held shields and door panels in their hands, and kept blocking the sharp arrows that were shot at the ship. Even though people kept getting hit by arrows, even the entire ship fell into the water because of the ship being hit.

These people still have a determined look on their faces, and they have never owned any boats, trying to turn around and flee back to Kaifeng City.

Combined with the scene during the day, seeing the few thirty or so people forcibly rushing into the golden formation.

As if a bucket of ice water was pouring down his forehead, Barong shook his head and reacted:
This was their reinforcements, a team composed of bloody men of various identities in the city, who planned to rush over by boat from the water when land support failed.

The question is, under the frantic shooting of the golden soldiers on the shore, can this be done...

******
Talk!If a small boat goes down the current, and the boatman on the boat is rowing desperately, how much time will it take to sail through the waterway that is more than one mile away.

Then dock on the side of the Cooking Cake Mountain facing the water, and let the living people on it successfully go up the mountain.

Hu Biao, AT, Li San, Ba Long, and everyone on the mountain didn't know this; but the Caihe River flows slowly, and it takes at least 3 minutes to do it.

So in such a process, what can they do?
In fact, Barong and the others seemed unable to do anything.

Even the weapons with a range in their hands, that is, the bird gun in Lao Hei's hand, could not hit the nearest golden archer.

He could only watch the stones being shot one after another, and the sharp arrows shrouded the past one after another.

A man whose identity was not so long ago, and who was still a pawn of a trafficker, who made a smile on his face for a bite of food, and smashed a piece of sweat into eight petals, was killed in the quietly flowing river.

For a moment, in the eyes of everyone on the mountain, it seemed that even the entire river turned blood red.

"Old Hu, aren't you the fucking commander? Hurry up and think of a way out? There are also AT, Xufeng, Cangguan, and Singer, aren't you veterans? You are usually awesome, why are you dumb now? ah.

And you men, old SP, can't you do something now?

I know, you often stare at my mother's fierce and long legs, no problem!As long as you can save these people, you can do whatever my mother tells you, and you can do whatever you want. "

Suddenly, the vicious concubine, the imperial concubine, broke out.

Like a female leopard, she yelled at Hu Biao and the others, yelling, yelling, but she collapsed on the ground without any image, and burst into tears.

In fact, she didn't know that at such a time, the people on the mountain were already at the end of their ropes, and there was really nothing they could do.

The only thing those people can rely on is the illusory God and luck.

It's just that the scene in front of her really made her feel worried and aggrieved in the past; coupled with some negative emotions accumulated in the past few days, it finally broke out.

Then, a high-pitched drum sounded behind them.

Hearing the sound of the drums, he looked over, and saw that it was Maode Diji who had been like a puppet all this time, except for eating and drinking, and didn't even open his mouth.

In the eyes of such a Hu Biao and others, there is no sense of existence at all, and she is completely regarded as a woman who is a tool.

A big drum was beaten vigorously. This thing was left behind in the dilapidated mountain temple that had been demolished a long time ago, and it seemed to be quite old.

Immediately under the bright moonlight, the silhouette of the skirt fluttering in the night wind, waving a pair of drumsticks vigorously to let the sound of the "rumbling ~" drums be conveyed, caught the eyes of countless people.

The thundering drum sound also made people's blood burn.

Under some inexplicable circumstances, Baron didn't even think about it at the time, and just sang with his voice:

"Get up, slaves suffering from hunger and cold, people who get up and plant flowers and suffer... There has never been a great saint, nor a fairy emperor..."

That's right!Baron changed the lyrics of "The Internationale", and then sang with his voice open.

He didn't know if it was useful to sing this thing, but he just wanted to yell something, otherwise he felt that his whole body was going to explode, and he was suffocated.

Later generations, still according to a certain unofficial history record:
On the thirteenth night of the first lunar month in the second year of Jingkang, a total of [-] volunteers from Kaifeng City, carrying saltpeter, sulfur, wound medicine, grain and fodder, etc., went out from the northeast Shuimen in small boats to help Cooking Cake Mountain.

He was discovered by Jin Bing halfway, bows, arrows, and boulders rained down, and the righteous people continued to move forward bravely.

When they finally successfully climbed the mountain, less than [-]% to [-]% of the volunteers survived, and less than half of the supplies.

From the next day, none of the elders and elders in Kaifeng ate the fish in the river. They all wept when they asked them, and said: "The river fish all grew up eating the flesh and blood of the children in my city. I can't bear to eat them..."

(End of this chapter)