Blue and White Society

  Chapter 593 Suffering

  The location of Jiangcheng is Haifeng County, Guangdong Province. The anti-traveler provided the picture three months ago. Unlike the situation provided by the anti-traversalist, it is now a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

  It is now the first month of 1279. The last large-scale land resistance force here has been destroyed, and Wen Tianxiang has been captured alive.

  When Jiang Cheng got up, he shrank instinctively, surrounded by a wilderness, scattered with the bones of many soldiers and civilians, the blood had already dried up.

   It can be seen that these are the bones of sporadic defeated troops, and the traces on the scene show that they were all chased to death by cavalry.

   "..."

  Jiangcheng trembled, looked left and right, saw dust flying in the distance, a small group of Mongolian soldiers passed by, and that group of Mongolian soldiers had blood on their bodies, obviously killing many people.

   They are all small stocks. Obviously, the Mongolian army is scattered in Caogu and is now gathering back.

  His scalp tingled suddenly, and he burrowed into the pile of corpses.

   But the other party didn't pass by him after all, and he disappeared after a while.

   "It should be going to Yashan... Yes, armies from all over the country are gathering there, and Song Meng will fight a final battle."

  Although the group of soldiers left, he did not relax. Jiangcheng knew that he was in a world where mountains and rivers were broken, and he needed to be extremely careful in his actions.

  Although the Mongolian army was about to completely destroy the Southern Song Dynasty, the Mongolian army did not implement any appeasement policy, which also caused a huge rebound in various places. The Mongolian army basically killed all the way from north to south.

  Wherever they encountered resistance, regardless of the army or civilians, they were slaughtered.

   Only those who surrendered in anticipation will not be slaughtered.

  He is currently dressed as a scholar. After all, he is thin-skinned and tender, and he doesn't look like a farmer.

  Although he does not study history, but studies biology, he still has a general understanding of the situation of the Mongolian Yuan south. Yashan was a naval battle of astonishing scale in history, he couldn't have known about it, he just wasn't sensitive to the year 1279. It's like talking about 1127 casually. Many people have no concept of this year at all.

  Jiangcheng knew that the Mongolian army was not polite to scholars. When they conquered Changsha, Yuelu Academy was completely slaughtered.

  Of course, if the southerners directly surrendered or expressed their obedience, there would still be a way to survive, but the problem was that Jiangcheng knew that he and the Mongolian army did not understand the language, not to mention the Mongolian army, he had a hard time communicating with the Han army.

  In this case, even if he tried to let the enemy know that he was obedient, he would probably not be taken seriously. The other party asked straightly what kind of person is this person who can't even say a word?

   "Why don't you cut off your tongue and pretend to be dumb?" Jiang Cheng looked at the broken knife on the ground, thinking that his heart would become ruthless.

   But seeing the many rotten flesh and dirty blood on the broken knife with uneven layers and various gaps, it makes people feel sick.

   "No, no, no, I don't understand when I don't say it."

  Jiang Cheng quickly dismissed the idea, and then discovered that he was dressed differently from the corpses around him.

  Aside from the military uniform, there is not a small difference between him and the farmer's attire on the ground.

   "By the way, I seem to have chosen the clothes of a scholar..." Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng hurriedly wanted to take off the clothes of a scholar.

  This kind of clothes is really not something you can wear casually. If you wear it in peacetime, you may cause trouble. What's more, it's better for him to pretend to be a lower lipped person at this time.

   "There happened to be civilian clothes here, which were dirty and bloody. I changed into one and pretended to be a refugee. The Mongolian army is mobilizing intensively now and is busy converging. Seeing me alone, I think it will not embarrass me."

  Jiang Cheng hurriedly went to take off the clothes of the dead body on the ground, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of billowing smoke and dust coming from behind, and it turned out that a group of cavalry was going to pass by him.

"Depend on!"

  It was too late for Jiang Cheng to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. The other party must have seen him, the only standing figure.

   It was too late to take off the dead man's clothes, Jiangcheng had a flash of inspiration, thinking that it is normal for the refugees to be displaced, and they can't even get a set of clothes, strip off their tops, roll up their trouser legs, and don't wear shoes, isn't it just like that?

   While looking at the distance of the Mongolian cavalry, he couldn't see the other party's attire clearly, so the other party naturally still couldn't see his own attire clearly.

  Jiang Cheng quickly took advantage of this time to take off his clothes, but after a long time, he couldn't untie his clothes except for taking off his boots and socks.

   "Eh? Where did you take it off?"

  His head was sweating in anxiety, and it was very troublesome for him to dress, because it was winter here, and he was wearing too many layers of layers, so he barely unbuttoned the outermost layer, wasting a lot of time.

  Seeing the Mongolian army approaching, Jiang Cheng realized that it was impossible to take off his clothes, because he could see his glaringly white skin when he rolled up his sleeves.

   With his white body, thin skin and tender flesh, no one could even ask him if he was a dignitary in exile.

   "Let's take one step at a time." Jiang Cheng smiled wryly, and simply tied his clothes again.

  A small group of Mongolian cavalry had approached, and they saw him kneel down and stand beside the road with his hands raised high.

  Jiang Cheng was short of breath, and knelt down to surrender. Naturally, he knew that he couldn't escape. If he ran, he might be chased and killed instead. He knelt down on the side of the road obediently at this moment, and maybe he didn't care about him.

   Sure enough, he heard the ear-piercing laughter of the Mongolian army, and the horses passed by like the wind in front of him.

   Really don’t stop!

  Jiangcheng was pleasantly surprised, looking at the cavalry passing by in front of him, he only hoped that they would leave quickly.

  However, after seven or eight rides in the company, a whip was swung hard and hit his face with a slap, causing him to crawl all over the ground in pain.

  He heard a burst of laughter again, looking around, the Mongolian Yuan cavalry who beat him with a whip had already rushed past, and it seemed that it was just a matter of course.

  Then, one of the cavalrymen at the end of the team saw him writhing in pain, so he intentionally leaned his horse slightly and stepped over him.

   But after all, it was a temporary idea, and the horse's hoof only stepped on Jiang Cheng's leg.

   Even so, the pain caused him to howl immediately, and he felt the horse's hoof sinking in, crushing the flesh and breaking the bones.

  Jiangcheng was screaming in pain on the ground, but the cavalry didn't stop for a moment. They seemed to be in a hurry, coming and going like the wind.

   Just gave him a whip and stepped on the horse's hoof, making him feel so miserable here.

   "Damn it! I love you..." Jiang Cheng was sweating from the pain, his hands clinging tightly to his thighs, where blood had soaked his trousers and hem.

  He cursed loudly, no matter how unpleasant it was, it seemed that this would relieve the pain.

  While scolding, he didn't forget to bandage. He is quite proficient in some first aid measures.

I saw that he quickly bandaged the legs with the clean cloth in the middle layer of the coat, cut off the rags that were stuck to the flesh, and then cut two pieces of tattered skirt armor to wrap them together and fix them. bone.

  After finishing all this, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and he was also tired from cursing, lying on the ground dizzy.

   While resting, he thought about the next way out.

  Being beaten up like this, he gritted his teeth, hated him so much, and at one point raised his 'great ambition' to exorcise the captives and save the world.

  Through this time, he knew that most of the troops scattered in Guangdong Province were rushing to Yashan. The commander of the Mongolian army summoned the main force to fight the final decisive battle with the Song army.

  If not, it would have been difficult for him to surrender just now. Although most of them had no intention of killing him, as long as one of them had it, that would be enough, and they could kill him easily.

   "But, in this decisive battle, the Song army will definitely lose..."

  Jiangcheng knew that this was the golden age of the nomads. Even if Yashan won, it would be useless. And Meng Yuan sits on a vast land, not to mention losing this game, even if he loses a few more games, he will not be shaken. What can he do if he conquers Fusang and loses three games in a row?

  He is lying here, his ambition just ignited, and it is crumbling again, no matter how he thinks about it, he feels that he can only be an obedient citizen.

  Jiang Cheng was thinking wildly here, but he didn't notice that a huge number of pawns had appeared at some time and came to him in a mighty way.

   When he came back to his senses, the army was close in front of him.

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  (end of this chapter)