"Old man Jia Lu, Lu Fangweng showed his son to the north and settled in the Central Plains. You are a descendant, how can you show your ancestors and how can you show your descendants?"
Zhu Chong's eight thunderous sounds were not only heard clearly outside the city, but even Zhang Ximeng below the city couldn't help but nod. These words are powerful!
As long as you Jia Lu still prides himself on being a scholar, Lu You, who has spent his whole life writing frontier fortress poems in Dashanguan, is determined to restore the Central Plains. With gray hair, Jiaxuan layman plays swords and composes songs, aiming to unify China.
Even after thousands of years, these two people are still admired and respected.
As scholars, my predecessors hoped that you would conquer the Central Plains in the north, but in the end you surrendered to the enemy and became slaves of the Mongols. Not only did you want your descendants to be slaves for generations... In any case, it was a mistake.
After all, Jia Lu just sighed, turned his horse's head, and retreated.
At this moment, most of the military camp had been set up, and Jia Lu went directly to his tent. There was a scribe who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, waiting here. His back was bent, his hair was gray, and he needed a cane to barely support him.
This is none other than Lu Anmin, who went to Haozhou to persuade him to surrender!
We haven’t seen each other for just a few days, and yet we actually acted like this... I have to say, Lao Zhu’s scolding was really powerful!
"Sir, what's the situation? The official's body is like this. I can't follow you. I'm damned!"
Jia Lu sighed slightly and stretched out his hand to let Lu Anmin sit down.
"You...don't be too upset. I've just made people lose face." Jia Lu told the story of reciting Shi'er in unison at the top of the city.
As soon as he heard this, Lu Anmin couldn't help but twitch, which could be fatal!
Last time it was Zheng Sixiao, this time it was Lu Fangweng. They were just a bunch of thieves. They were masters of the Hanlin Academy. How could they keep poking at the heart?
"I was still a little hesitant at first, but now I see that there must be powerful people in Haozhou City!"
Lu Anmin naturally realized it. He gritted his teeth and said: "I thought that there must be some shameless scholar who deceived the emperor and was willing to be a thief, and gave advice to the red scarf thieves in the city. This person is really hateful! Waiting for the city
After it is broken, it must be cut into eight pieces and divided into five pieces!"
Lu Anmin hated it so much.
Jia Lu sighed again, looking very worried.
"This time, the red scarf traitors are echoing from the north to the south, with great momentum. The northern red scarf preaches the birth of King Ming, and the southern red scarf talks about the birth of Maitreya. However, this Haozhou red scarf recalls the previous dynasty, and has the intention to regain its homeland and regain the Central Plains...
The ambition is not small!" Jia Lu's tone showed uneasiness.
Lu Anmin thought about it for a while and understood.
To mobilize millions of people to overthrow a court, you must have something that can convince people. Since the Yellow Turban Uprising, gathering people through religion to plot evil has become a natural preparatory task.
Especially the White Lotus Sect, this thing is like a broken basket, anything can be put into it... You are the White Lotus Sect who preached the birth of King Ming, you are the White Lotus Sect who preached the rebirth of Maitreya, you are the White Lotus Sect who want to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty,
The one who wants to keep us safe is the White Lotus Sect.
There is no standard teaching at all, or their teachings are open-ended and can be made up at will as needed. As long as you can fool a group of people, you are the leader of a party, and you don't even have an organization.
Therefore, since the Song Dynasty, the White Lotus Sect has almost become a rat hole for rebels. Who knows what kind of monsters and monsters will emerge from it.
It is precisely because of this that the White Lotus Sect can never be wiped out.
During this great uprising, the leader of the White Lotus Sect in the south was Monk Peng, the leader in the north was Han Shantong, and there were no less than a hundred leaders of all kinds in other places. They were decentralized.
Although the White Lotus Sect is as difficult to eradicate as weeds...but there is also a problem, that is, there is no way to form a joint force.
Therefore, at this time, there is a need to have a program that goes beyond "King Ming comes to the world and Maitreya is born" to unify the heroes of the world.
Han Shantong's idea was right. He put forward the slogan of "Three thousand tigers and brave men, reaching the land of Youyan"; "Nine-five flying dragons, reopening the sky of the Song Dynasty".
It is a pity that Han Shantong fell into boxes and was wiped out directly by the police station. Fortunately, Liu Futong led the remaining troops to fight out, regrouped, and ignited the beacon fire of the uprising. However, Liu Futong could fight back and fight, but in terms of ideological construction, he could not
Nothing good to say.
"Even if there are tens of millions of bandits from the White Lotus Sect, it is not difficult to deal with them. But if someone calls for the restoration of their homeland, not only the imperial court will be in danger! I'm afraid that after our death, our reputation will be ruined and we will be in disgrace for a hundred years!" Jia Lu lamented,
He seems to be much older.
Lu Anmin was frightened and couldn't help coughing. He was even more frightened than Jia Lu.
"Sir, no matter what, we must capture Haozhou and completely wipe out this group of thieves. No one can be left alive! Otherwise, there will be endless troubles!"
Jia Lu pondered for a moment, and finally nodded vigorously in agreement.
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"Brother Zhang, you have memorized "Shi'er" by heart. Please teach us another poem!" Mu Ying surrounded Zhang Ximeng and begged. Behind him, there were many half-year-old children, the older ones were fourteen or five years old, and the younger ones were
six or seven years old.
Although these little guys are inconspicuous, they help deliver water and food, and are also responsible for delivering letters and messages, but they are very useful. They only come to play with Zhang Ximeng when they have free time.
A poem scared the old guy so much that he ran away in despair. They all felt so arrogant.
No, a group of brave calves are not afraid of difficulties.
"It's a good thing that you are willing to learn. I will teach you to recite "Song of Righteousness"!" Zhang Ximeng cleared his throat and started to recite. When he finished reciting, shaking his head, all the brats in front of him ran away.
Even Muying ran away without such a bully!
I can still remember four sentences, but who can remember if it’s so long?
"Little sir, just take it step by step, why bother them?" Ma asked for mercy.
Zhang Ximeng also smiled bitterly and said: "Madam, it's not that I'm making things difficult for them, but that Jia Lu is doing this. We might as well prescribe the right medicine. When he is really in danger of attacking the city, we will use righteous songs to inspire people and let the old man Jia Lu understand.
, As long as people's hearts are not dead, their majesty will last forever! He, an old dog, can't even think of taking over Haozhou City!"
Ma took a deep breath and suddenly felt that Zhang Ximeng was right. There is nothing you can do about it, godson, just work hard!
Zhang Ximeng taught Mu Ying and the gang while also paying attention to the fighting situation between the two armies... In the afternoon when Jia Lu retreated, the Yuan soldiers launched an offensive.
It's just that it's not the kind of attack that is earth-shattering and overwhelming, but drives the soldiers and horses who have temporarily surrendered, carrying sand, soil, and stones on their backs, filling the moat, and sorting out the attack route.
The dense crowd, like a swarm of ants, swarmed towards the city.
They are generally described as haggard, with pale faces, and their clothes are in tatters... Carrying hundreds of kilograms of sand and soil on their backs, they staggered and almost fell.
When his strength is about to run out, he gasps for breath and pours the sand into the moat. A happy smile will appear on the face of the citizen.
If you go back with the empty basket, you can exchange it for a palm-sized pancake, and you can survive and live one more day.
Mr. Jia still has credibility. I followed him to open the river, and that was it.
The only difference is that we used to dig the river, but now we fill it in. Anyway, the difference is not big, so just keep working hard!
As for the crossbows and arrows at the top of the city, although they could kill and injure some civilians and cause panic, after a brief retreat, they would gather back and continue to fill the river and pave the road. This left the defenders at the top of the city very helpless.
At noon, Zhu Chongba went to the city for dinner and sighed with Zhang Ximeng, "Sir, if I had listened to you, I would have cleaned the moat outside earlier, built a sheep and horse wall, and prepared more bows and arrows, how could we let them easily
Approaching the moat, if not ten thousand people die, eight thousand will die!"
Zhu Chongba was gnashing his teeth and resentful. These people in the city had really made a mistake.
"My benefactor, besides, these are useless. I think Jia Lu's general attack is coming soon. We need to be careful, especially the return artillery. We must be on guard. It is best to prepare some sand and wet quilts." Zhang Ximeng instructed.
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Zhu Chongba nodded, "We understand."
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted from the top of the city: "The Tatars are coming!"
Zhu Chongba jumped up and ran directly towards the city.
Zhang Ximeng's heart suddenly lifted, the first battle was finally here!
At this moment, the civilians stuck their butts out and ran away, leaving behind three siege routes ten feet wide. Then the Yuan army carried simple ladders and ran quickly towards the city head.
"Get ready! Don't be in a hurry to shoot the arrow, wait until it's close before shooting!"
Zhu Chongba shouted loudly, and it was not until the enemy soldiers were within thirty steps that a dense rain of arrows rained down from the top of the city, taking away the lives of dozens of people in an instant. Those who were lucky enough to survive were also stabbed like hedgehogs, wailing and screaming in pain.
It looked like he couldn't survive.
After a brief panic, the Yuan soldiers actually rushed to the bottom of the city, erected a ladder, and climbed up.
"beat!"
With another command, heavy rolling logs and stones as big as watermelons were thrown downwards.
The head was opened, blood was flowing out, and accompanied by wails of pain, after a while, the city was dark and filled with a layer of corpses...
