The day of the attack on Gaoyou was a rare good day.
There is no wind, there are no clouds, the sky is as blue as wash, Lin Yuan leads an army of tens of thousands of people, Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Bosong and Li Congrong are all by his side, Gaoyou's permanent force is 10,000 people, but it is only known as 10,000, there are many old, weak, sick and disabled. The military households have been military households from generation to generation. When Laozi died, his son continued, and when his son died, his grandson continued. In terms of fighting strength, Lin Yuan's army was not their opponent.
But so many years have passed.
The brave Mongolian warriors also gradually lost their former glory.
Moreover, most of the people in the army are Han people, and the Han people are the bottom of the Yuan Dynasty society.
Some of them joined the army for a living, and some were forced into it.
People were unstable.
Weapons and equipment may not have been updated for many years.
Once they start worrying about winning the battle, they have already lost five points.
The people on Lin Yuan's side blindly worship Lin Yuan. They think that as long as they follow Lin Yuan, there is no battle that cannot be won.
In terms of momentum, Lin Yuan still wins more.
Sometimes the mud legs are not necessarily worse than the regular army, and sometimes the so-called faith can indeed make people brave.
The soldiers followed Lin Yuan, no one whispered, the training and collective system really worked.
Although they have not trained to walk, but because the soldiers are in good spirits, they walk neatly on the road.
Wanhu Ulan Balsi of Gaoyou was lying on the bed when he learned that someone was attacking, with his arms around the newly presented beauty. As soon as he heard the news, he immediately abandoned the woman in his arms, and the woman was on the ground. After rolling in a circle, she was lying on the ground with her limbs spread out, and there was a bruised palm print on her neck—she had been strangled by him before Ulan Barth went to bed.
Ulan Barth scolded, but hurriedly put on his clothes, and then went to get his longbow and knife.
"How's it going?" Ulan Barth asked his cronies as he walked.
The cronies followed him: "They are attacking the city, ten thousand households, our people can't resist for long."
Ulan Barth widened his eyes and shouted, "What did you say?!"
The trusted confidant swallowed, fearing that Ulan Barth would be swung with a knife, and kept a distance from Ulan Barth, saying: "Wanhu, we only have seven thousand people! Nearly half of them are old, weak, sick and disabled! The other party has □□, ten thousand households!"
Ulan Barr regretted his life very much, he turned his head and asked, "Everyone has passed?"
The cronies nodded: "All the people who can be mobilized are gone."
Ulan Barth asked again: "How many people came from the other side? Do you know who they are leading?"
The close friend said: "I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of people who come... I'm afraid it is the Nan Bodhisattva of Taizhou."
Ulan Balsi knew this Nan Bodhisattva, and many people in the army believed in him, but these people did not dare to say it. As early as a month ago, Ulan Balsi had killed several Nan Bodhisattva believers. These people felt that Following the Yuan army, there was no future, and he was going to call on the army to go to Taizhou to go to the South Bodhisattva, but was informed, and Ulan Balsi killed them all for the sake of the army.
But people are killed, the effect is only that the people in the army dare not talk about Nan Bodhisattva.
Ulan Balsi rolled his eyes and said to his cronies, "You go first, and I will write a letter for help."
The cronies did not doubt that he was there, and they went to the city wall.
Ulan Balth returned to his house.
After all, he is a million households, and he knows that even if he asks for help now, the reinforcements will not be able to rush over in a short time.
And now there is a backlash, even if you ask for help, there may not be reinforcements coming.
He knows his own strength. If he loses, he will die, and he has no hope of winning.
He kicked away the body of the woman in the house and began to scramble to pack valuables.
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Thursday and Friday followed behind his comrades. He was holding a rusty knife in his hand. He didn't even have a Fan Yang hat. He only wore a cloth. His armor was his own flesh. He was a recruited soldier. He only remembered that he used to farm in the village and had a childhood sweetheart girl. Then a group of soldiers appeared. Because his childhood sweetheart was the most beautiful girl in the eight villages, he was called to serve there. The leader of the troop.
He was furious at that time, holding an axe and trying to rush to rescue his sweetheart.
But he thought of his family as he approached the yard.
He squatted on the ground, and finally couldn't help crying. He seemed to be able to hear the screams of his sweetheart, but he couldn't do anything, he could only listen numbly.
For a moment, he felt that he might as well just die.
He squatted there until dawn the next day, when the sound of cocks crowing came from his ears.
He thought in his heart that even if his sweetheart was defiled, he still admired her and was willing to marry her. He could pretend that this had never happened for the rest of his life.
But God didn't give him a chance.
After his sweetheart was sent home, he committed suicide by hanging while his family was away.
Before he could see the last side of his sweetheart, he was taken away.
Waiting on Thursday and Friday, he thought, the battlefield has no eyes, and he always has a chance to kill that little leader.
He endured the humiliation and waited year after year, and finally waited for this day.
Thursday and Friday clenched the handle of the knife and looked at the little boss in front of him.
This is the only way he can think of, without affecting his family.
When the little boss is dead, he will also take his own life.
He remembered what his comrades had said that the people on Nan Bodhisattva's side were living a good life, and they also said that when they were soldiers there, they would not be scolded or beaten, and that the leaders there could not take the women forcibly, otherwise they would be subject to military law. dispose of.
Looking at the sky on Thursday and Friday, he thought, if the people who were in charge of his family were Nan Bodhisattva, would his sweetheart not die, would he be able to marry her and have a few children? Men farm and women weave and live an ordinary life.
Thursday and Friday bowed his head, afraid of being seen the resentment in his eyes.
The comrades beside him did not speak.
In addition to fear, everyone is numb.
Climbing up the city wall and following their team to join the battle on Thursday and Friday, the little leader scolded him: "Useless thing! Pick up your knife!"
I glanced at the little boss on Thursday and Friday.
Seeing his red eyes, the little boss thought he was afraid, and mocked: "As expected, they are Han Chinese, they are all cowards!"
On Thursday and Friday, he suddenly knelt down, trembling all over his body.
The little leader felt that he was frightened by Thursday and Friday, and spat: "I don't dare to kill the enemy, but it's very fast to kneel."
On Thursday and Friday, he slowly got up, crawled over, and hugged the little boss's leg.
The little boss wanted to kick him away, but found that he was holding him tightly, and cursed angrily, "Let go!"
Grinning his teeth on Thursday and Friday, he suddenly pulled out the knife, raised his hand and inserted it into the little boss's stomach, then he slid to the side, the little boss was shocked, his intestines fell out of his stomach, and the little boss hurriedly held it with his hands , but was kicked off the city wall on Thursday and Friday.
Someone came to hold him down. He was held on his knees on the ground on Thursday and Friday, motionless like a dead man. He was ready to die. Anyway, the battle will be lost. It will not affect his parents and brothers.
Just when he thought he would die on Thursday and Friday, someone suddenly opened the scoop to the person who restrained him.
Thursday Wu looked up dumbly, but saw his close comrade standing in front of him.
He heard his comrade say, "I'm quitting this job! I'm trying my best to keep the Mongols in the world! My motherfucker is wrong! I'm going to open the city gate! Welcome Nan Bodhisattva into the city! I'd rather be a soldier under Nan Bodhisattva! "
The comrade looked around, there was a hideous long scar on his dark face, and at this time it moved like a centipede following his expression.
The people on their team didn't speak.
They have long been in despair, no matter whether they are obedient or not, the people above do something wrong, and they will always be punished. Young people come in, thirteen or fourteen years old, and they are executed with military sticks for trumped-up charges. , struggled all night before dying.
"I won't be angry with such birds!"
"Brother! We listen to you!"
"Anyway, advancing and retreating is death! It's better to fight!"
He didn't expect that he would survive on Thursday and Friday. He stared blankly at everything in front of him. He didn't understand why all of a sudden, his comrades were going to turn against him and want to open the city gate
He just hates the little boss, he doesn't have the guts to fight against the imperial court.
He was afraid of hurting his family.
Aren't their comrades afraid of hurting their families
On Thursday and Friday, his brain became muddy, and he couldn't think of anything clearly. He stupidly followed his comrades and left the city wall.
When they got close to the soldiers guarding the city gate, he finally shuddered and said to his comrades in fear, "No, no, we can't go against it, what if we go against the family? What about the parents?!"
The comrade suddenly laughed: "Who knows if they are still alive."
"The world is so chaotic, and so many people are displaced, how do you know that your parents didn't become refugees?"
"I want to live, I don't want to die, I can't control that much!"
Trying to persuade them on Thursday and Friday, he burst into tears, grabbed the hand of his comrade, opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know if my parents are still there, but I dare not bet, let's not open the city gate, We escape! We escape! We can survive!"
"How to escape? Where to escape?" The comrade said with a stern smile, "Look for yourself, where can you escape? Can you escape death if you escape? There's no way! Thursday and Friday! Let's open the door now! Nan Bodhisattva has come in, and we still have a chance to live! If we don’t open the door, they will attack and we will die!”
Thursday and Friday said in a trance: "When you are a soldier, you always have to die..."
"That's not to die for those beasts!"
A step back from fear on Thursday and Friday.
He did not dare to oppose the imperial court, that was the imperial court!
How dare they open the city gate!
On Thursday and Friday, he turned around and wanted to run, but his comrade suddenly restrained his neck with a rope from behind.
On Thursday and Friday, he scratched with both hands, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets.
Before he lost consciousness, he heard his comrade say: "We saved you, but you still have to be a dog to the court, so you might as well die."
Thursday and Friday's body collapsed softly at the foot of the city wall.
His eyes were open.
Dead restless.