Some people have said that 365 days a year are the birthdays of some people and the deaths of some people. In short, they are all memorable days.

On the ninth day of June 19th, the day when Cheng Jun threw the letter of his future prospective marriage proposal into the postal box, the guild of the guild executed a group of people in a large manor outside Guangzhou. The visitors were basically all cadres of the guild of the guild, and they were executed members of the gang that had stolen and sold gunpowder in Haizhou in recent years.

Zhao Jiaren really hoped to understand the punishment of the sect, but he could not do it. Even though Zhao Jiaren was the governor of Guangzhou, the ambassador of the East and West Roads of Guangnan, the coastal system of Guangdong and Guangxi, the Jiaozhi recruited the envoy, and the Yunnan recruited the envoy, and the right to deal with the situation was not enough. The only one who could issue an order to execute civilians who were not Zhang Zheng's state was Dali Temple.

However, this incident did not make Zhao Jiaren's mood worse. He eliminated these borers and shocked the evil spirit and grand aura of a patriotic man. It was a huge benefit to help people invest in the guild with the stolen money obtained from selling. This has always been a thorn in Zhao Jiaren's heart. Pulling out this annoying thing really made him feel much more relaxed. Even if it was not good, it would make the cadres of the guild know that they could not do whatever they wanted.

But it happened that on the ninth day of the sixth month, the Mongols used the gunpowder they bought from these scums to attack Fancheng. They first used water ghosts to fight, and in the early morning sneaked from the waterway to the underscore bridge between Xiangyang and Fancheng, and then blew up the iron chain bridge. Then they launched a fierce attack on Fancheng.

Fancheng had its own Huihui cannon at this time, and it was called Fancheng cannon. However, the Fancheng defenders did not expect that in the afternoon of the battle, the Mongolian army replaced the large stones thrown by the Huihui cannon with explosives. Each explosive bag was stuffed with dozens of kilograms of gunpowder, and a gunpowder jar with a fuse was installed inside. Many stone pieces were wrapped in linen on the outside.

In this era, defending the city was gathering a large number of soldiers at the top of the city. The Fancheng defenders did not expect that the Mongols would make such a trick. When they saw the Mongolian army retreating, they thought they had repelled the Mongolian army. At this time, the army at the top of the city and under the city were leaked out and were blown up by the explosives. The Fancheng defenders immediately suffered unprecedented huge losses.

Before the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the Mongolian army, who were ready for a fierce attack, rushed forward again. This time, there were no more Song troops to fight at the top of Fancheng. Even if they were not killed or injured by the bomb, the Song army at the top of the city was hit by an explosion and lost their combat effectiveness.

Although the troops placed behind the Song army immediately caught up with the city, the Mongolian army successfully occupied all the city walls.

On the tenth day of June, the second day after the Mongolian army occupied the city wall, the more cruel battle began as soon as the sky was dawn. The Mongolian army gathered a large number of troops to start a new round of fierce attacks.

Boyan and A Shu were holding each other on the high ground outside the city. Listening to the fighting sounds coming from the Mongolian military city, they looked grim. The generals standing around were all smiling because they were sure to win. Seeing the master general like this, they were surprised but dared not say anything.

Looking at the expressions of the generals and recalling the violent explosion at the head of Fancheng yesterday, A Shu couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Master, do you think if we guard Fancheng, we can withstand such bombardment?"

Boyan didn't say anything, and this question was easy to answer, but the answer was so difficult to express. The expanded version of the gunpowder bottle learned from Zhao Jiaren destroyed Fancheng and the traditional war model. Boyan felt that if he wanted to fight against such explosive pack bombardment, the only way was to fight back with the defenders on the top of the city.

The Song army at the head of Fancheng City did not have such technology, and the number of explosive packs was far less than that of the Mongolian army. However, the Mongolian army has not yet learned to prepare particulate gunpowder. Their future enemy Zhao Jiaren has a technical advantage. Thinking of this, Boyan sighed: "Since that's the case, please ask Marshal A Shu to destroy Song as soon as possible with me."

Marshal A Shu nodded. Although he did not understand why the Song State suppressed Zhao Jiaren so much, he could understand that this suppression was a great opportunity for Mongolia. The Song Dynasty was a power prime minister system. If Zhao Jiaren had taken up the position of Jia Sidao today, there was no need to say anything else, the Song army who came to help Xiangyang would probably use explosives to violently bombard the Mongolian army's barracks. Even if he just imagined such a situation, A Shu felt a chill behind him.

After calming down, Marshal A Shu was about to wait for the news of completely occupying Fancheng. Waiting around, the news came was that there were hundreds of Song troops in the city not only did not intend to surrender, but they also fought desperately with the Mongolian troops in the city. With these people taking the lead, the Song troops in the city also fought on their own, which led to the reversal of the entire street fighting.

Perhaps because they were in desperate situations, these people were very desperate in fighting methods. When the Mongolian army entered the streets, they used the advantage of familiar terrain to surround the Mongolian army, attacked the Mongolian team with gunpowder bottles, and ignited the houses. When the Mongolian army trapped in the streets was panicked, they were violently charged by these Song troops, with great casualties.

Hearing that the Song army had such combat power at this time, A Shu couldn't help but be amazed. The Song army guarding the city was all elite, and he had a good understanding of this for several years. If it weren't for the advantage of gunpowder and a sudden attack, Fancheng would have probably not fallen so easily.

However, the stuttering would not help the progress of the war at all. A Shu was preparing to order more troops to enter the city to suppress these Song troops. Before he could speak, he heard Boyan speak coldly, "At this time, he still resisted stubbornly, and they blamed the disaster of the city massacre. Ordered the city massacre!"

Hearing this order, A Shu was stunned. When he went to war, the civil officials in the Mongolian court asked not to massacre the city. Kublai Khan also said not to massacre the same as before. After all, massacre would make Song State more desperate. After the elimination of Song State, these lands will become Mongolian territory, and someone must serve Mongolia.

But after thinking about it, he felt relieved. If these people were to resist so much and still spare their lives, it would be too lenient. This is equivalent to encouraging the Song people to resist stubbornly to the end. Thinking of this, A Shu swallowed the dissuasion back into his stomach and watched the generals leave calmly.

At the beginning of the massacre, the Song army, who were fighting in the city, initially felt the pressure was reduced sharply. Although I don’t know why the Mongolian army temporarily retreated, these officers and soldiers who fought were able to take a breath. There was still dry food, but the water was gone. Someone ran to the water source and fed some water back, and vomited it out as soon as he entered. The water had a strong smell of blood. Even though he was so thirsty now, human instinct made the Song army unable to swallow the water.

Niu Fu, the general who led the army, stood up. He took the helmet filled with water from the deputy general Wang Fu, and saw that the water in the helmet actually turned out to be a dull red. This color made him unable to help but remember the scene he saw when he rushed into the Fancheng Guardian Mansion in panic a few hours ago.

The guard of Fan City was Fan Tianshun. At this time, the chaos outside the mansion was in chaos. He rushed into the mansion and did not see Fan Tianshun, nor did he see Fan Tianshun's family. General Niu Fu was stunned at the time and could not escape? In panic, Niu Fu went straight to the back hall, wanting to see if he could find someone. Sure enough, he saw many mournful and crying Fan Tianshun's family kneeling in front of Fan Tianshun's study. He pushed the people away and rushed in. Niu Fu saw two lines of blood written on the white wall, "Born as Song minister, and death as Song ghost"!

Perhaps because it was not just written, the blood had begun to solidify, and some redness appeared in the dull black. Fan Tianshun had already committed suicide by hanging himself at this time. There was a trace of blood on his left hand and a big hole on his wrist. Those blood words should have been written in Fan Tianshun's own blood.

Niu Fu's lips squirmed for a moment. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Fan Tianshun was the nephew of Fan Wenhu, the deputy commander of the Great Song Palace Department. He was from a prominent family, but he performed his duties conscientiously in the years he had been guarding Fancheng, and his command level was quite convinced by everyone. At this time, Fan Tianshun committed suicide, probably because he knew that Fancheng really couldn't defend it.

The main general made a judgment. Niu Fu's originally panicked mood seemed to fall from a cliff. But when his mood fell to the bottom, Niu Fu felt a sense of peace. At the moment when the situation could not be changed, what else could he pursue? Niu Fu thought that such despair and peace would be the end, but suddenly there was a glory in his eyes, because he felt that his calmness suddenly appeared. Fan Tianshun chose his own way of death, and Niu Fu also chose his own way of death. He hoped that he would die, and that he would die on the battlefield.

Facing Fan Tianshun, who used his life to practice the promise of "Life as Song ministers and Death as Song ghosts", Niu Shun bowed respectfully, then stood up and left the general's mansion. Seeing Niu Fu coming out, the personal soldiers waiting at the door quickly asked anxiously: "General, what should we do now?"

Niu Fu Zhan smiled and said cheerfully: "Let's go and kill the Tartars!" Regardless of the surprise of the soldiers, he stayed in place, carrying the Park Knife and strided towards the battlefield. Seeing General Niu Fu strode forward, the personal soldiers gritted their teeth, they also held their weapons and followed Niu Fu.

Sighing, Niu Fu broke free from his memories. He pinched his nose and picked up the blood and took a big sip. Although the smell of blood could still be felt, this method made the blood reach a point of tolerance. This method was the trick that Zhao Jiaren's troops taught the defenders in the city when they came to rescue him. After drinking, Niu Fu handed the helmet filled with water back to the general Wang Fu. Wang Fu didn't say much. He also pinched his nose and fed himself a big sip, and handed the helmet to the thirsty soldier next to him.

At this time, there was nothing to say, and the amount of blood was not enough to let everyone drink. Everyone pinched their noses and drank some, ate dry food, and took a little rest in the battlefield. This cannot be said that they were very worried, but they could only say that they were probably in a state of sorrow at this time. There was no fear of death, especially the fear of their own death. Everything they did at this time was to prepare for the next fight. Now it was just time that would not allow it. If allowed, they would probably be able to sleep in this fierce battlefield to maximize their physical strength.

After resting for a while, sentries almost rolled and crawled over. When he saw Niu Fu from afar, he cried, "General, general, the Tartars have begun to massacre the city! They have begun to massacre the city!"

Niu Fu's mood, which was already unrest, was moved by the feeling of being moved. He stood up and said to the sentry with Park Knife, "Take me there!"

When we arrived a few streets, we saw the Mongolian army arresting many people in Fancheng. We tied them into a row with ropes and let the Mongolians poked the people to death from behind. Niu Fu looked back and saw the Song army who had been fighting with him until now followed him.

Turning back, Niu Fu raised his Pu sword and shouted hoarsely, "Kill!" and rushed towards the Mongolian army that slaughtered the residents of Fancheng.

The commander of the massacre was Zhang Hongfan of the Mongolian army. At night, Zhang Hongfan, who basically relied on the massacre of the city to eliminate the people and the Song army, received the news that the Song army, who had sent three thousand-man teams to wipe out, was still resisting stubbornly. Zhang Hongfan was also a little shocked. He knew that the people guarding Xiangyang were all elite Song troops, but he did not expect that there was such an elite Song army that persisted until now.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was about to go down the mountain. Fancheng was a strange battlefield to the Mongolian army. If this Song army broke through the siege of the Mongolian army and sneaked into the city to hide, the Mongolian army would have a hard time. There was no way, so Zhang Hongfan could only go to the battlefield in person to see what kind of enemy he was facing.

As soon as he arrived here, he learned the news that it made his seven orifices smoke. The Song army actually broke through the siege of the Mongolian army and escorted hundreds of people in Fancheng to break through the city wall. He stepped forward and gave Qianhu a big mouth. Zhang Hongfan shouted: "Why not chase him?"

Qianhu probably felt that he was useless, so after being slapped, he stood up straight and replied: "The Song army is very cunning. They set fire to the houses in this area, and we can't chase them from both sides."

"How many people have they sent to cut off the rear?" Zhang Hongfan went straight to the topic.

"A little over thirty people." Qianhu also replied readily.

"Haha!" Zhang Hongfan laughed, then pushed Qianhu away and strode forward. He was too lazy to talk nonsense, just wanted to see who these thirty people were.

When we arrived at the intersection of the street, we saw houses on both sides burning, and the Mongolian soldiers did not dare to approach. There were large areas of Mongolian corpses on the intersection of the street, and there were many Song corpses. After fighting for the whole day, the Mongolian army was quite tired, but when they saw Marshal Zhang Hongfan coming in person, Qianhu, the leader, did not dare to talk nonsense, and he ordered the hundred most brave men under his command to rush forward.

Zhang Hongfan did not interfere either. He climbed a high slope made of corpses of the people in Fancheng to watch from a high place. Sure enough, at the intersection of the street, there were twenty or thirty Song troops standing in front of the Mongolian army. Looking at the crumbling and exhausted appearances, I don’t know how long they had been here. The attacking Mongolian army probably had already rested, and they rushed forward shouting.

As soon as the two arrays fought, the spears in the hands of the Song army were raised. Zhang Hongfan couldn't help frowning. How could such a weak Song army not be able to take it down? As Zhang Hongfan expected, the Mongolian army's spears stabbed the Song army in the front row.

"Okay!" The personal soldiers who followed Zhang Hongfan and supported him to stand firm on the pile of corpses of the residents in Fancheng could not help but shout.

The next moment, the stabbed Song troops did not fall down. They let go of the spear in their hands and reached out to grab the spear of the Mongolian army. There was an officer in the first row wearing gorgeous armor. Many people in the second row of the Mongolian army targeted him, and eight or nine spears stabbed him. The Song army in the back row did not reach out to grab it, but bent down and held the spear in their arms. The Song army in the back row took this opportunity to poke at the Mongolian army. More than a dozen Mongolian soldiers were shot and couldn't help screaming. The Mongolian army behind them saw that the dozen exhausted Song troops were so fierce and fearless. They no longer had the fierceness they had before and retreated with the wounded soldiers.

Zhang Hongfan sighed. He could understand why he couldn't attack. Even as a marshal, Zhang Hongfan felt a little chill behind him. When he exchanged his life for his life, the Mongolian army, who was sure to win, had no intention of dying at all. However, this was the limit of the Song army. Looking at the shaky appearance of the still alive Song army, this round of battle probably exhausted all their strength. Just wait for them to fall to the ground, the Mongolian army could go up and kill them easily.

General Niu Fu was shot nine times, his legs were out of control and he fell to the ground. The heavy armor blocked a lot of damage, and he was seriously injured, but he knew that he still couldn't die at this time.

He raised his head and Niu Fu wanted to laugh at the Mongolian army, "You are really useless things, you can't kill me." However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he spit out blood and couldn't say anything.

Niu Fu wanted to say to his subordinates again, "You all go and run for life." But this time he did not try to say this, because Niu Fu felt that it would be an insult to everyone by saying this to his subordinates who could get here.

He struggled to pick up a half-broken spear from front of him, broke the rod and pressed the Mongolian army's corpse in front of him, and the spear tip was pressed against his throat. Since he had tried to stab him to death by the Mongolian army, Niu Fu didn't want to give the Mongolian army a second chance at this time. He used the last bit of strength in his body to tilt his body back, and then rushed forward with the spear tip piercing deep into his throat.

Seeing General Niu Fu commit suicide, Wang Fu, who was also exhausted, supported himself with his spear and stood up staggeringly. He didn't know whether he was afraid of death or cheering himself up. Wang Fu murmured: "I should not be born only by the general in national affairs! I should not be born alone by the general in national affairs!" While talking to himself, Wang Fu staggered towards the wooden building on the street burning like a fire cave next to him.

Zhang Hongfan, who stood on the pile of corpses, witnessed the suicide of the Song general, and stared blankly at the fact that the Song officer seemed to be throwing fire. He felt that the scene in front of him was completely beyond his imagination. The Mongolian troops who had been besieging the Song army before were also staring blankly. Although the death of these people means that they won the final victory, there was no joy in the Mongolian army.

They watched the Song State officer stagger into the fire cave, and their clothes were ignited by the fire. They watched the Song State officer put down his spear and sat cross-legged in the fire cave with relief.
Chapter completed!