In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 525 War starts again

After these servants came back, they basically lived together in three groups, that is, thirty or forty people in a large wooden house, with kerosene lamps around them. This was invented by the Song Dynasty using oil. It is more popular and easy here. I got it. It's covered with colored glaze (that is, glass). It's a rarity here. You can also buy it in Songjun Supermarket. It costs five silver coins each without kerosene. There are quite a lot of people buying it.

For example, Song Zhuang has three lamps in his home.

Classes are not held every day in the evening because of waste kerosene, so Song Jun basically gives them a class every three days.

Today they will learn Chinese characters first, usually only twenty characters, and then they will write them silently in class next time. They will also write down what they were taught last time before class today.

Usually they can pass it, because most people know that they will be punished if they fail, so they will work hard to learn to memorize it in the next three days.

After finishing the lesson, the officer drew a picture on the blackboard.

"This is you, holding a spear and shield."

"This is the Mongolian army." The officer was talking about tactics.

"The Mongolian army generally has several fighting methods. It is very likely that they will rush in and shoot first."

"If the formation is not tight, or the discipline is not good, or if there is chaos as soon as they are shot, they will rush directly when they see the opportunity, and the infantry will be immediately dispersed and overwhelmed."

"If you have good discipline and can withstand it, they will often shoot in both directions and continue to consume you with their bows and arrows, threatening you."

"Our shields are very big, and we wear armor in battle. Our defensive power is relatively strong. Even if we don't wear a shield, it will be difficult for the Mongolian army's bows and arrows to cause damage to you fifty steps away."

"The armor is relatively heavy. Under normal circumstances, you should try to reduce your movements as much as possible. Wait for the Mongolian army to come up. With the shield raised in this position, you can protect your whole body."

"Leave it to the flintlock guns in the rear to shoot at them. Just watch."

"The Mongolian army is about to charge into the formation. According to training requirements, the front row should squat down one by one, with their shields firmly on the ground and their spears raised at 45 degrees."

"You can't move. If you retreat, you will be shot by the supervising team."

Song Zhuang listened carefully. Song Army officers often talked about tactics during the day and at night. He listened carefully every time because he wanted to ensure that he could survive on the battlefield.

Song Jun often told them that Song Jun's armor was very powerful and had strong defense, so they should not be afraid of being shot by arrows.

Facing the Mongolian army, the most difficult thing to protect is the face.

Just hold the shield in front of your face.

The Mongolian army has two types of direct fire and projectile fire. Usually, only direct fire can cause damage to the face.

After the class, around nine o'clock in the evening, more than 500 people in the camp came out to gather and ran another five miles together under the moonlight, mainly to prevent night blindness.

After running, you can go back to take a shower and go to bed.

At ten o'clock, Song Zhuang and Song Xiong went to bed. The two chatted for a few words. As they talked, Song Zhuang heard Song Xiong's call. The guy had fallen asleep. He sighed softly and unknowingly , also fell asleep slowly.

Woo hoo, around six o'clock the next day, the military horn sounded, and Song Zhuang jumped out of bed like a spring.

Everyone in the room was as excited as a chicken. Song Zhuang noticed that Song Xiong slept with me without taking off my clothes last night, so he put on his boots, grabbed his spear and shield, and rushed out.

Damn it, Song Zhuang cursed, and Song Xiong also learned to be cunning.

He suddenly put on his clothes and ran out. Fortunately, Ben Wu was not the last one.

When the last one ran out, the team leader was staring at him outside and immediately called his name: "Zhou Conghai is the last one, run one more lap."

"Ah, hey." Zhou Conghai stamped his feet, furious.

Song Zhuang and Song Xiong first helped each other put their shields on their backs, then shouldered their spears, and then quickly started running.

Many people may be drowsy, but after a while they wake up completely and run five miles after getting up early in the morning.

It was much smoother than the five miles before bed last night.

While they were running, a group of soldiers suddenly came not far away.

Everyone watched and quickly saw that the person coming was different.

After they finished running, the team of people was watching them not far away. The two teams were about the same size, and there was a battalion of more than 500 people on the opposite side.

Song Zhuang looked over. He didn't look like a Bo Ni man, but he looked a bit like a Bo Ni man. He wasn't very tall either, and both were dark.

At this time, their commander Qi Dayou from the Song Dynasty came to them, pointed in the distance and laughed: "Brothers, have you seen that today's opponent is here."

"Opposite are the 4th General and 6th Battalion of the Hanzhou Army. Except for the officers, the other sergeants in the army are all local natives of Hanzhou like you."

That is, the opposite side is full of Feilibin people.

Of course the Boni people knew that Feilubin was very close to them. It was first conquered by the Song army and changed to Hanzhou.

Fei Lubin didn't have a kingdom at that time, unlike they had the Bo Ni Dynasty. Song Zhuang and Song Xiong looked at each other and suddenly puffed up their chests.

In the eyes of the Boni people, Fei Lubin is an uncivilized aboriginal tribe, a savage tribe.

Song Zhuang and Song Xiong felt that they must have a sense of superiority in front of the Hanzhou army. We are not as good as the Song people, but we are not better than you Hanzhou people?

"The two armies have one battalion each, more than five hundred people. The Mongolian army will be on the opposite side, and the Song army will be here."

The crowd laughed, and Song Zhuang also laughed. Of course it is good to be Song Jun.

"There are all archers on the opposite side. Their arrows are headless and stained with paint. After they are hit, their bodies will be colored. Whoever is hit by the most arrows will be punished, and whoever is hit by the fewest arrows will be rewarded."

"You also need to change your spears."

Qi Daruo simply said it and everyone understood.

The two sides were fighting. There were arrows on the opposite side, but there were no iron arrows. They were said to be rubber arrows. The arrows hurt a little, especially if they hit the face. If they hit the eyes, they would easily go blind, so be sure to protect your eyes.

Someone behind him brought up several carriages. The carriages were all filled with long guns without metal heads. They were also freshly painted and had marks on their bodies when they were stabbed.

Song Zhuang and the others quickly changed their guns and formed a team.

The other side also started to move forward.

The officers on both sides also became nervous, and the scene was like a war.

The Hanzhou Army took the lead and entered within a hundred steps.

"Fire arrows." Whoosh, whoosh, an overwhelming rain of arrows roared in.

Song Zhuang and others were well-trained and raised their shields to resist arrows, but this time they didn't wear Zha armor, so many of them would still be hit by arrows.

"Ah, I'm stupid."

"I was hit by an arrow."

"What's the point of panic? Keep going."

"Up, up, up." Someone asked to go up.

But when the Hanzhou army saw them approaching, they retreated, which was equivalent to a kite tactic, shooting while retreating.

Song Zhuang and the others were beaten comprehensively. Because they were holding large shields, they could not catch up. From time to time, some people were hit by arrows. Not long after, someone was hit by an arrow in the face. Although it was not hurt, it was painful.

"Li Guoyong, get down here. You're dead. Killed in action." An officer nearby shouted.

"Damn it, why did I die?" Li Guoyong cursed and came down unwillingly.

There was laughter all around.

"Xiao Ni Niang, if it were a real arrow, if the opponent were riding horses, a lot of you would be dead." The officer yelled.

Everyone's expressions were serious, and they quickly tightened their ranks.

This fussy fight was over in less than half an hour.

Song Zhuang and the others had no use for their spears and could not catch up. Everyone was hit by more or less arrows, and some were hit by more than a dozen arrows.

A corpsman in the crowd shouted: "It's not fair. They have long-range weapons. We can't catch up with our big shields."

"How can there be fairness on the battlefield? Once you go out, you will encounter the Mongolian army at any time. The Mongolian army has all the cavalry. They come faster and have more powerful tactics than the Hanzhou army."

"We won't be afraid of the Song Army's flintlocks if we follow them. Aren't there no flintlocks now?"

"What if you meet alone?" Song Jun asked: "Just now, the Hanzhou Army rushed within fifty steps. You could have thrown your spear as a javelin and at least killed a few, but none of you did that just now. ”

When going to the battlefield, each of them will carry a sword, a spear, and a shield. The spear can be thrown out when necessary.

There is nothing that can be done if everyone is dissatisfied. It is indeed unfair, but there is never fairness on the battlefield.

Then the scene was inspected one by one, and many were sentenced to death in action.

After a while it was Song Xiong and Song Zhuang's turn.

There are six or seven points on Song Xiong's body, proving that he was hit by six or seven arrows.

Song Jun looked around: "You, you, these arrows of yours are protected by armor on the battlefield, so it's okay, but your arms are not. If your normal arm is hit by an arrow, you won't be able to lift the shield. It's very dangerous. , you are also considered dead."

"What?" Song Xiong was extremely angry: "I am considered dead in battle. There is no justice."

"Get out of here." Song Jun kicked him aside.

Song Jun looked at Song Zhuang again and was shocked. There was a dot on his hat and a dot on his shoulder all over his body. He was hit by arrows in two places, not even on his leg.

Considering that the hat and shoulders are the most tightly defended parts of Song Jun's armor, Song Jun said happily: "What is your name?"

"Sir, little Song Zhuang."

"Okay, you are unscathed. It's not easy. Not bad. You are well protected."

There was a lot of cursing all around, some people laughed and cursed, "Song Zhuang, are you hiding behind Song Xiong?"

Song Zhuang also smiled and cursed back. He was on guard.

Today's training of the Song Army is to let them learn to use shields to protect themselves and not let arrows hit their vital parts.

At last count in the morning, there were more than 500 people in the battalion. In the half-hour rain of arrows, more than 300 people were killed, more than 100 people were slightly or seriously injured, and only seven were completely uninjured.

The conductor Qi Dayou announced on the spot that each of the seven people would be rewarded with one silver coin, five pounds of sugar, and one foot of silk.

The surroundings were noisy again, and everyone was extremely envious.

In the next few days, the Hanzhou Army and the Borneo Army often played this kind of game. The Hanzhou Army mainly attacked and the Borneo Army was responsible for the defense.

At first, Song Zhuang and the others often suffered heavy losses, and each time they were almost wiped out. Song Zhuang was also seriously injured by an arrow the second time.

Later, everyone became more and more experienced and knew how to best use their shields and armor to protect themselves. Half a month later, the defensive efficiency of the Borneo Army became better and better, and the number of people who were declared dead every time increased. Come less and less.

At this time, the Hanzhou army began to ride horses, speeding up very quickly, shooting along the surroundings of their formation. Sometimes arrows came from all directions, and they were completely wiped out again.

After another half month of training, Song Zhuang and the others were very experienced. They were able to cooperate with each other on the left and right sides to protect each other. The Hanzhou Army was able to withstand arrows coming from all directions and reduce casualties.

Time soon entered the thirteenth year of Yuanzhen (1245). During the New Year that year, the Song army rewarded everyone. Every household was given a new piece of cloth to weave new clothes.

It's just that there are tailors in the local supermarket opened by Song Jun. They have to pay for the cloth to make clothes. Each household spends a lot of money. Even if they take Song Jun's cloth, Song Jun still makes money.

Of course, most people don't care. Many people haven't bought new clothes for many years. This time, even the children can buy new clothes.

In January of the thirteenth year of Yuanzhen, the new Great Khan of Mongolia had emerged, but none of the men and horses trained in Borneo Province knew about it.

Song Zhuang only knew that since December last year, various troop transport ships had arrived near them carrying troops and horses.

Those who boarded the ship were either a whole shipload of Srivijaya sergeants or a whole shipload of Malay natives. Anyway, the Song army came very rarely. By January, there were several battalions of sergeants of various ethnic groups nearby, all training.

At this time, Song Zhuang felt that the war was coming and he might go out to fight soon.

In late January, when Song Zhuang's brother was fishing on the beach, he finally saw a larger fleet, this time a whole boatload of Song troops coming from the direction of Hanzhou.

In the past, the Song army always calculated the time, starting from Hanzhou, arriving at Borneo in the evening, and walking to the middle point of the sea. They rarely encountered fleets on the way, because most merchant ships stayed along the coast.

This time the Song army fleet was large-scale, and they did not avoid it. They arrived in Borneo during the day. The entire fleet consisted of four to five hundred ships, which was quite large. Then Song Zhuang came back and told his brother that there were all groups of Song soldiers on them. military.

The Song soldiers all held flintlock guns and didn't even wear armor. Anyway, the military uniforms were very nice and impressive. They were pouring down in groups. Brother Song Zhuang hid in the distance and watched for a long time. After reading it, it is estimated that at least five to six thousand people came down.

Song Zhuang heard this and said in a deep voice, the transport ships of the Song Army, without artillery and war horses, can carry three hundred to five hundred people, and the largest one can even carry eight hundred people, four to five hundred ships, including some ammunition supplies. , there are at least 10,000 or 20,000 horses.

A few days later, Song Zhuang and his entire battalion held a meeting. The battalion commander Qi Dayou angrily told everyone that the Mongols had no faith and established the new Great Khan in chaos and massacre. They immediately launched an attack on the Song army and headed for Boluo. The warships of the Song Army were blocked in the Strait of Malacca by the Song Army's warships. They retreated after a battle, but before leaving, they burned the city of Malacca that the Song Army was building. The Song Army retaliated and at the same time protected the Mongolian Army from being able to reach Borneo by sea. To harm the people of Borneo, the Song army should take a preemptive strike and send an expeditionary force to fight in Persia.

As soon as Qi Dayou said his encouragement before the war, Song Xiong waved his hands excitedly and shouted, like Tuo: "Defend your home, defend your home, defend your family."

"Defend your home, defend your home, defend your family." The crowd was furious, and everyone raised their hands and roared.

"Robbing the Mongolian Tatars' money, robbing the Mongolian Tatars' grain, and robbing the Mongolian Tatars' women." Song Xiong shouted again.

"Robbing the Mongolian Tatars, robbing the Mongolian Tatars of grain, and robbing the Mongolian Tatars' women." The whole crowd shouted again.

Everyone regarded the Mongolian army as the enemy. If the Song army's warships had not been blocked in Malacca this time, they would have attacked Borneo, which would have been okay.

Song Zhuang was surprised to see Song Xiong so excited. He felt that Song Xiong was like a stooge, taking Qi Dayou's money and screaming so hard.

However, following the Song Army for many years, Song Zhuang's family also received benefits. He was unwilling to be beaten to Borneo by the Mongolian army, and regardless of whether this was true or not, they would always go to the battlefield, which was unavoidable.

"Fight, fight early and come back early." Song Zhuang sighed deeply in his heart.

In early February, soldiers and horses were gathered in Borneo and the opposite Malay Peninsula, and then they were boarded in batches and transported to the Persian Gulf.

The Song army gathered about a thousand ships, but there were too many people and horses to transport the supplies, so they were divided several times.

The journey from Posi Port to the Persian Gulf is about a little over 10,000 miles. If the Song Army's ship went there, it would take an average of 20 days to go there with a full load (with favorable and favorable winds).

It takes forty days to go back and forth. It took the Song Army four months and three transports, equivalent to mobilizing 3,000 ships, to transport all the troops and supplies gathered here to the Peace City in the Persian Gulf.

The war is about to break out. After many years, the Song army seems to be going to war with the Mongolian army again, but this battle is a little different from before.

(End of this chapter)