Ping'an County
Unsafe
Song Zihui, governor of Ping'an County, is a very popular official. Even if the Northwest is in such a mess, Ping'an County has not seen large-scale deaths or large-scale refugees. From the beginning of the chaos on Shandong Road, Song Zihui resolutely withheld the taxes, money and food that should be handed over to the court, and then borrowed money and food from the famous families in Ping'an County in his own name, and formed a team with a constant number of people. With about 5,000 civilian bravery, plus the county soldiers, Ping'an County has 8,000 battle-ready soldiers.
It is because of these eight thousand strong men that the safety of one side has been kept. Whether it was the bandits who came from the north, or the defeated soldiers who were defeated and fled, they couldn't disturb the soil and water in this side. Even when Yin Poshan, one of Li Yuanshan's generals, led his troops past, Yin Poshan did not dare to be too presumptuous because of the absolute morale of the eight thousand dead men.
These eight thousand people were trained by Song Zihui himself.
Although he is a literati, Zi Zi likes to read military books. Since childhood, Song Zihui felt that it was too restrictive for literati to only worship court warriors and only worship soldiers. Literati despise martial arts, so why don't military generals look down on literati. But governing a country is inseparable from both literati and military generals, so if you can practice both civil and military, you will be able to achieve great success in the future.
However, his family background was mediocre. When Emperor Zhenzong was in power, he was the seventh in the palace examination, and he had been the governor of Ping'an County for many years. Firstly, his family couldn't give him any more support, and secondly, he was not the kind of character who tried to make money and fawn on him, so it was extremely difficult to get to the next level.
Officials who have achieved the fourth rank in the local area are actually quite powerful.
Although Song Zihui didn't like flattering and fawning, he wasn't a stubborn person, otherwise, during the Taiping period of the Sui Dynasty, it would be difficult to pass the annual official assessment. Every year when officials from the Ministry of Officials come down, Song Zihui donates neither too much money nor too little money, at least above average.
A few years ago, a large number of rogues came from the north, and Song Zihui's 8,000 people's bravery played a role. In fact, rogues are refugees. When refugees pick up weapons and start smashing and looting, they become rogues. The largest group of rogues was no less than 100,000 people, led by a man named Wang Laizi, to plunder Ping'an County, the richest place in Shanjiang Road.
Song Zihui personally led 8,000 people into battle and fought in the field. In the first battle, he killed 17,000 enemies and captured more than 20,000 people alive. The rest fled. Song Zihui ignored the objections of the squires and beheaded all the more than 20,000 captives in one go. Since then, no bandits have dared to come to Ping'an County.
And Song Zihui also got a nickname because of this, called Song Beheaded.
"I can lead you to defeat the rogues, and even block Yin Poshan's army. But this time... I'm afraid it will be more dangerous. If the rogues come, we can kill them outside of Ping'an County and defeat them. This time The only thing I can do is hundreds of thousands of Mongolian wolf riders, and the only thing I can do is to lead you to try my best to protect the elders in the city, and I can protect it every day."
Song Zihui stood on the city wall, looking at the endless darkness of the Mengyuan camp outside, heaved a long sigh.
Min Yong said Zheng Ruan: "My lord, all the people in the city know that you love the people like your own sons, and they are willing to live and die with you. We brothers have been with you for six or seven years, and we have fought dozens of times, big and small. We have never lost a battle. This time we still won't lose... Even if the city is destroyed, we are not lost."
Song Zihui, who was a little lost, was aroused by these words, and he raised his head suddenly and said: "Well said! Even if our city is destroyed, we are not lost!"
He looked back at those Minyong who were holding their weapons tightly, and those men were also looking at him.
"I know, you still hope that I can lead you to victory. Just like in the past, I will defeat the enemies who dare to come to our Ping'an County, and come back with a triumphant song to embrace the folks. But this time I can't give you the promise of victory." Now, I can only tell you that I will always stand with you.”
"Wish to fight side by side with adults!"
A civilian bravely raised his arms and shouted: "Don't worry, my lord, even if we die, we will die in front of our fathers and villagers in the city. As long as we are here, the enemy will not be allowed to harm our family!"
"right!"
Zheng Han said loudly: "The men of Ping'an County are never afraid of the enemy being strong. Because we are bloody and ambitious, if we are destined to die this time, then we will die standing up, not kneeling down! More What's more, this time we are facing the Meng Yuan Wolf Cavalry, and they will not give you a chance to live on your knees."
"Only fight to the death!"
Song Zihui said: "Show me the courage of Ping An!"
Woo
The sound of wolf cavalry attack horns sounded outside the city, and Song Zihui turned to look outside: "Let those Mongolian and Yuan Tartars see how we men from Ping'an County fight."
He strode not far away and beat the war drum himself.
The sound of drums was like thunder, suppressing the sound of horns outside the city.
In the city, the streets and alleys are filled with common people. They come out of their homes one after another, and they look up at the place where the drums are beating. Old and young, men and women, they all looked there quietly, there was no fear in their eyes, only a kind of determination that had appeared in their eyes many times.
This is not the first time that Ping'an County has faced danger, and the people have become accustomed to being brave.
"Master Song said that we may all die this time."
Said a young woman holding a child.
"Fuck you!"
Her husband is a well-known ruthless person in the city, and no one would dare to provoke him easily. Only he bullies, no one ever bullies him.
"Don't be afraid!"
The bearded man turned around and went back, took out his bone-cutting knife from the house and pinned it on his belt: "Isn't he from Mengyuan, can it be bigger than Lao Tzu's dick?! There is still a dick in his mother's city How many bloody men go to the city with Lao Tzu, Master Song is just a frail scholar who dares to fight to the death, can you and I just watch Min Yong, who has protected us countless times, go to the city? There are two dicks Damn man, who the hell is afraid of whom?"
He strode towards the city wall, and many young and strong men came out of the crowd.
"Wait a moment."
His wife stopped him from behind and hurried over to hand the child to him: "Hold the child again."
Tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't say that you were not allowed to go. Because she knows what kind of man her husband is, no matter how fierce and aggressive he is on weekdays, he is still a daring man!
The bearded man froze for a moment, then he held the child over his head and said in a hoarse voice: "My son! If you can survive, don't forget that your father is a good man in the future. When you mention your father to others in the future , let his mother stand up and say!"
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city wall
The archer's fingers were already numb with pain, and every time he stretched his arms to fill the bow was a torture, but no one stopped. Below the city is densely packed enemies, howling like wild wolves and climbing towards the city wall. And they are like hunters, blocking the approach of these beasts that threaten their loved ones.
"Shoot towards the ladder!"
Song Zihui didn't have the strength to draw the bowstring, but he had endless courage. As long as he was still running back and forth on the city wall, the soldiers seemed to have endless strength. A convincing leader has this ability.
"Don't waste your feathered arrows, try to aim at the enemies who are carrying the ladders. Don't mess up the formation of the city defenders. The people behind the archers concentrate and overturn them when they see a ladder coming up!"
Song Zihui's voice was already hoarse, but his voice was still inspiring like a war drum.
Whoosh
A cold arrow flew over and pierced the neck of a soldier beside Song Zihui impartially. Blood spurted out immediately, splashing Song Zihui's face. The slightly hot blood made Song Zihui's body tremble violently, but he didn't stop when he looked at the fallen soldier.
"Pull out the feathered arrows from his body, and carry him down to be buried after the war!"
He gritted his teeth and shouted, his eyes were so red.
A ladder was put on the city wall under the rain of arrows, and the wolf cavalry who had piled up under the city immediately climbed up screaming. Song Zihui rushed over, together with a Minyong, the two held a long hook against the ladder and pushed hard, more people came over and pushed the ladder out together.
The ladder slowly left the city wall, stopped for a while when it was vertical, and then accelerated and fell down. The wolf cavalry on the ladder wailed, and someone began to jump down, breaking their legs when they landed. The ladder slammed down hard, and it fell into the dense crowd, and I don't know how many people were killed.
"Stop throwing stones down the city!"
Song Zihui roared hoarsely, the city wall of Ping'an County is not particularly high, although the stones thrown down the city can kill and injure the enemy, but it may also become a stepping stone for the enemy to climb up. Once the enemy gathers the stones under the city, they may be able to pile up a high slope.
"Use boiling oil!"
He ran while shouting: "If you run out of kerosene, use boiling water!"
Behind him, two people carried a large iron pot and ran towards the edge of the city wall. When they reached the edge of the city wall, the two of them lifted the iron pot together to pour the boiling water inside. But when he lifted it up, three feathered arrows hit one of them in succession. The man let out a cry of pain, lost his strength in an instant, and the iron pot suddenly fell down, and almost all the boiling water splashed on himself.
What kind of pain is that
He kept rolling on the ground in pain, and every time he rolled, a layer of skin would be rubbed off by the city bricks.
"I'm going to die..."
He gritted his teeth and stood up, but his companions wanted to help him but dared not touch him. He looked back at the city, smiled sadly, and suddenly jumped off the city wall, knocking down three or four wolf cavalrymen with a bang. The wolf cavalry below saw someone fall, regardless of whether it was a living person or a dead person, they rushed up and kept chopping with a machete. Even the wolf cavalry under the man was not spared, and it didn't take long to become a wolf cavalry. A puddle of meat paste.
"Put nails!"
Song Zihui held up a shield to block himself, then looked down the city, and found that there were already a lot of wolf cavalry gathered at the base of the city, and immediately gave the order. The minyongs immediately let go of the ropes, and the heavy spikes roared down, smashing to death all the wolf riders at the base of the city wall. A foot-long mace can easily pierce a person's skull under the action of gravity and inertia.
"pull!"
Min Yong, Zheng Hen and the soldiers pulled up the nail rack with all their strength. There was still a corpse of a wolf cavalryman hanging on the nail rack.
The horn sounded in the distance, and the wolf riders who had been attacking for more than an hour but failed to go to the city began to retreat slowly. Behind them, a neat team of 10,000 people drove towards this side. Judging from their attire, they seem to be different from those wolf riders, and their formation is extremely strict.
Song Zihui took advantage of the rare opportunity to catch his breath for a while, and then looked around for casualties.
He looked towards the city, where his family and his fathers and fellow villagers were there. Maybe his wife was standing somewhere looking this way at this time, and there were other wives waiting for her husband to go back. Song Zihui felt a little bitter in his heart, and the images of his wife and children appeared involuntarily in his mind.
He suddenly wanted to go home.
At this moment, he saw the smoke rising from the city. One strip, one burst, so soft, so kind.
The people in the city are cooking, cooking for the warriors on the city wall.
"Ready to fight!"
Song Zihui picked up a horizontal knife from the ground and stood up straight: "The enemy has been killed and retreated, and a mouthful of hot food!"