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

Chapter 574 We Will Be Killed Without a Single Person Left

There are many defeated enemy soldiers inside. If the Song army ignores them, they will attack and kill the Song army at any time.

"You and your battalion were transferred from Dayuan?"

"Yes, control."

"Who are your men? How many years have they been soldiers? Have they ever fought in a war before?"

Yan Yan said: "Reporting to the commander, most of my camp are Jurchens, of course, now they are all Song people."

"Most of them are veterans with more than four years of service, and a small number of them are veterans with more than ten years of service, and they have participated in the Battle of Hanzhou."

Dayuan was the place with the largest number of Jurchen immigrants after the demise of the Jin Dynasty, so many of Yan's subordinates were Jurchens. Of course, they are all Han people now.

Most of them had never fought a war before, but a few of them participated in the battle to conquer Hanzhou.

Ten years ago, the Song army attacked Hanzhou and fought a fierce battle with the local Filipino soldiers and natives, killing many of them.

The methods used by the Song army in Hanzhou were also quite cruel, because the people there were uncivilized and were like savages.

"Let the veterans from ten years ago lead the team, and call in two battalions of new recruits. Let's see some blood."

Li Tingzhi said in a deep voice: "First, separate the young men and arrest them all. The rest, kill them all. Don't spare any."

Several generals around him were stunned.

Some people also wondered: "Should the younger ones be kept apart?" That would be too much trouble. Which little country boys enjoy throwing stones the most?
Li Tingzhi said angrily, "How can I not arrest him? There are so many saints in the world. I'm going to take action. Tomorrow, the court will send impeachment documents like snowflakes, cursing me to death."

The subordinates bowed their heads and said nothing.

Li Tingzhi was right to scold. A close confidant of his had been in the army for five years but had never fought in any major battles. He was just promoted to deputy captain the year before last.

He actually looked embarrassed and asked in a low voice: "Sir, do you really want to kill all the others?"

Just kill a few of them to scare them, right?
"Do you have any objections?" Li Tingzhi was furious.

"Kill the women too?" The deputy captain expressed his dissatisfaction and a bit of disobedience.

Li Tingzhi looked him up and down in disbelief.

The deputy captain's surname was Qiang, and he was a Han Chinese from the same hometown as Li Tingzhi. They met a few years ago. Seeing that Li Tingzhi was good at riding and shooting, Li Tingzhi transferred him to his side and made him his confidant. He didn't expect that this guy was so saintly.

After Li Tingzhi was furious, he thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you are responsible for leading people to pull the women away as well."

"Yes." Qiang Dutou was overjoyed.

He turned around and went out to select a group of soldiers. While selecting the soldiers, he boasted to everyone that it was a good thing that he had talked too much and saved many women.

Everyone agreed that Qiang Dutou was a kind and righteous man, a hero.

Qiang Dutou became more and more proud.

Li Tingzhi gave the order and the soldiers prepared themselves. He called Yanzhang and whispered, "Be careful of the knives hidden in the arms of the young men. Some of them are half-grown children and can kill people."

"I understand." Yanzhang said with a serious face. In fact, Yanzhang wanted to kill them all, but Li Tingzhi didn't dare to take the blame, so he had to do it.

On the other side, Qiang Dutou gathered five hundred people in less than a quarter of an hour.

Five hundred people were also ordered to take serious measures.

Seeing the Song army taking action, the crowd on the opposite side also became agitated.

Most of the people on the opposite side were worshipping in the temple. There were about a thousand people outside the courtyard. The outermost layer was women and young children. Some of them were only five or six years old and were also left outside. I don’t know if their parents were there.

Each of the young men held a handful of stones in his hand, and some even had a pile under their feet. When they saw the Song army coming, they started throwing stones, laughing from time to time, not knowing that this was a major military and national affair.

The same is true for women.

Yanzhang and Qiang met each other head to head, and the two sides, one on the left and one on the right, went up to catch people first, and took the women and teenagers away.

"Be careful not to hurt anyone." Qiang Dutou said with a smile, "Our army is a righteous army. From now on, these people will be our people."

"Hehe" I smiled seriously and didn't want to pay attention to him.

With an order given, the Song army rushed forward like an eagle catching chicks.

There was a panic on the other side, and then someone on the other side gave the order to smash it.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, stones fell on the Song army like raindrops.

The main elite troops of the Song army have gradually retired to Zhajia, but their allied forces from various ethnic groups and mainly vassal troops are still mainly stationed in Zhajia.

They were wearing armor, so small stones were nothing to them. All they had to do was cover their heads with their hands to avoid being hit in the face.

Qiangdu led his men to rush towards the woman, shouting as they rushed: "Don't panic, don't panic, we only arrest people, we won't hurt you."

He also brought a local surrendered soldier with him, who followed him and shouted in the local dialect.

The women didn't care and just threw stones when they saw them rushing towards them. As the Song army was getting closer and closer, the women in the front row suddenly scattered and ran in all directions, while the women in the back row were still throwing stones.

The Song army also dispersed, some went in pursuit, and some continued to move forward.

The scene suddenly became chaotic. After a while, there were curses, screams, and cries all mixed together.

Qiangdutou ran ahead, looking around as he ran, and then he spotted a pretty young woman, and shouted, "Don't panic, don't panic, we are only arresting people, we won't hurt you."

The woman stood there, saying something, which Qiang Dutou couldn't understand. The two sides were getting closer and closer.

Whoosh, the woman suddenly swung her arm and a stone flew towards Qiangdu's head.

Qiangdu lowered his head slightly and raised his right hand, and the opponent hit him under the arm armor.

Qiang Dutou smiled and rushed over with big strides. Seeing this, the woman turned around and ran away.

“Don’t run.” Qiang Dutou caught up with her from behind. The woman’s dress was quite long, so Qiang Dutou kicked her and stepped on the hem of her dress.

With a thud, the woman fell to the ground.

Qiang Dutou was overjoyed and rushed over to hug her: "Don't panic, we won't hurt--"

"Puff" there was a sudden pain in my chest.

"Ouch" Qiangdu felt a pain in his head and let go. The other person fell to the ground with a thump.

He covered his chest and lowered his head, looking incredulous. He didn't know when the woman had a dagger in her hand.

As the weapons of the Song army became more and more advanced, the lamellar armor that the Song army is equipped with now has actually weakened. It is no longer like the ones that weighed fifty or sixty kilograms when Zhao Yurui first came to power.

Qiang Dutou's armor weighs less than 30 kilograms, which is considered relatively light.

If it were an adult man, he would probably be seriously injured by one knife.

Fortunately, the other person was a woman, and she seemed to have attacked in panic, so the wound was not deep.

It would have been better if Qiang Dutou had reacted immediately.

But he still did not get angry. He covered his chest with one hand and comforted the woman with the other: "Don't panic, don't panic, we won't kill you - ah - it hurts -"

There was a Song soldier behind Qiang Dutou who wanted to rush up to help.

Qiang Dutou turned around and glared at him, saying, "No, don't come up here." He tried to convince the woman by himself.

The woman squatted on the ground and watched Qiang Du turn his head and say something to someone. Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in her eyes and she crawled forward.

Puff, another knife stabbed at Qiang Dutou's feet. "Ah!" Qiang Dutou screamed again, and fell to the ground holding his feet.

The woman rushed forward, sat on Qiang Dutou, raised the dagger, and stabbed Qiang Dutou's face several times.

The Song army around them were stunned.

At the same time, women were stabbing the Song army with knives everywhere in the field.

Almost none of the Song army brought any weapons with them, and many of them had never fought a war. The scene was extremely ugly, with screams of Song soldiers everywhere.

Not far away, Li Tingzhi watched quietly with no expression on his face.

The general behind him was horrified and stepped forward quickly: "Commander?"

"Don't move, don't move." Li Tingzhi said coldly: "Let them suffer, then they will know what war is."

The subordinates wanted to say something but stopped themselves. Isn't this just suffering? Is this life-threatening?
But most of the people at the scene are new recruits, and there are not many real Han people. So it’s not serious, right?

On the other hand, the situation is serious.

He strode forward, and several teenagers on the opposite side threw stones at him, cursing as they did so.

Yan Yan said nothing and just walked forward.

The boy threw stones at his head several times, one of which hit him right in the nose.

"Hiss" It was so serious that he didn't even raise his hand to block it. He was hit so hard that his teeth were gritted and blood was gushing from his nose.

He wiped his nose with his hand and suddenly accelerated.

The teenagers on the opposite side scattered in a hurry, only one teenager stopped and wanted to throw stones at him.

"Bang!" A severe slap was given to the boy, who fell to the ground with a thud.

Seriously judging from the boy's appearance, he looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. He grabbed the boy's collar and slapped him seven or eight times on both sides of his face, causing blood to flow from his mouth.

A few teenagers who were throwing stones nearby were so frightened that they stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

"Still throwing? Put it down. Throw it away." Yan Yan raised his head and yelled at the teenagers beside him.

The boys didn't understand Chinese at all, but for some reason, they all suddenly shook their hands and threw the stones in their hands to the ground.

"Your Majesty is right. People have absolutely no respect for gifts and charity as much as they do for swords and guns." The words of Emperor Zhao Yurui echoed over and over again in Yanyan's mind.

On that day, the Song army dispatched more than a thousand people to arrest people everywhere, and first captured all the women and teenagers.

Then, at Li Tingzhi's command, the attacking team immediately loaded arrows, used strong bows and powerful crossbows, and fired fiercely. The people on the opposite side screamed in pain, some fled into the yard, and some ran away in all directions.

Yan Yan's younger brother Yan Gang was a sergeant. He led a sergeant to chase a group of local people to East Street.

At first it looked like there was no one around, and the locals who were fleeing in front began shouting as they ran. Soon, the doors of the houses on the street opened one after another, and the elderly, the weak, women and children appeared one after another. They lined up and blocked the way of the Song army.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Yan Gang was furious. He was carrying a flintlock rifle which was already quite heavy, and he was tired from running. He was also blocked by people, but he didn't dare to shoot. He could only ask people to disperse.

In fact, at this time, the locals in front had already run into a dead end.

Seven locals were holding weapons. Seeing no way out, a bearded local threw the knife in his hand over the wall behind him: "Throw them all away, throw them all away."

The locals threw away their weapons and took off their simple leather armor, immediately becoming ordinary people.

He turned around, walked into the crowd around him, and pretended to watch.

Yan Gang and his men finally squeezed in, but could not find a single enemy.

"Where are the people?" The Song army looked at each other.

This is a dead end, but there are no enemy troops in sight.

"Climbed over the wall?" someone asked.

"Fuck the wall." Yan Gang was furious. He turned around and looked at the crowds of people on the street: "If they throw away their weapons, they are civilians. They are in the crowd."

"Kill." someone shouted.

"Bang" Yan Gang slapped him on the helmet. "Killing? Whoever dares to kill without orders? The saints will curse you to death."

On the other side, Yanzhang led the Song army into the yard. There were huge crowds of people inside, and everyone was kneeling on the ground.

Paying homage to the local wise man who was shot dead yesterday.

After the Song army entered, no one looked back and they continued to worship.

Yan Yan stood in front and said sternly: "There are thieves among you who threw away their swords and hid inside. You have never been a soldier and have never killed our Song army. Now stand up and leave."

No one paid any attention to the scene. Everyone was still kneeling on the spot, muttering to themselves.

Yanzhang added: "There are bandits among you. I say again, you are not bandits. Stand up now and leave immediately."

No one paid any attention at the scene.

Seriously said it for the third time.

Still so.

At this moment, a Song army officer strode in from outside and yelled, "Stop talking nonsense, kill him. If there is any fault, I will take the responsibility."

The Song army used knives to "kill" the people, and there were screams at the scene, but no one moved and continued to do their work.

After seeing this, Yan Yan came back and said to Li Tingzhi: "Everyone here is sick, they are not human at all."

Li Tingzhi thought for a moment and said slowly, "His Majesty once said that if the swords and guns were in our hands, they would still have a little freedom. If the swords and guns were in their hands, we would be killed without a single one left alive."

After listening carefully, he nodded heavily and raised both hands in agreement.

After the Song army entered the city, they immediately found the original local officials, trying to find the city's population household registration data, but the local lord had already fled and the relevant data could not be found. Several surrendered officials asked and learned that the population of Jila City was not small, with at least 100,000 households, and that the locals were very fertile, with a large population in each household and a large number of children. It was not important whether they could be supported or not, and they would talk about it later, sir.

In the former Song Dynasty, this was considered a first-class county.

Of course, during the twenty years that Zhao Yurui was in power, the population of the Song Dynasty also grew explosively.

Li Tingzhi was not polite and immediately organized immigration.

According to the Song army's previous experience, even in Persia, after they captured a city, they usually left one to two thousand defenders and then moved on to the next city.

However, in the Delhi Sultanate, the Song army's progress was extremely slow, which meant that it took longer to control a city.

With so many people in Jila City, Li Tingzhi would definitely not be willing to leave only one thousand Song soldiers. After he led the army away, it was possible that the one thousand Song soldiers would be killed by the locals.

He immediately stopped his army nearby and organized the immigration.

No matter what, we will first migrate 10,000 households to Bangladesh, and at the same time let the Bengalis and Annamites from Bangladesh Province move here, and exchange the two sides.

The Delhi Sultanate was probably the most difficult kingdom for the Song army to conquer in all such a long time. The local resistance was fierce, and the Song army could only gradually pacify it.

In the early days of the Song army in Persia, it was enough to station about a thousand troops in each city. In the later period, they would station several camps of one or two thousand people in a densely populated area, and they would be able to control a large area.

But it was not the same here. Li Tingzhi brought in 80,000 troops. Every time he occupied a city, he had to leave at least 2,000 to 3,000 people. He also had to relocate the local people and kill another group of them. He killed and relocated people at the same time, and barely stabilized the situation.

The result was slow progress. The Song army fought for more than a year before occupying less than one-fifth of the Delhi Sultanate.

Zhao Yurui also got angry and immediately ordered to mobilize another 100,000 Song troops to invade the Delhi Sultanate and kill them.

(End of this chapter)