"Seeing such an army, do you still have the confidence to carry out your plan?"
Guo Jing was wearing a suit of armor, his face was majestic, and he was calm and intimidating. He was completely different from the chivalrous figure in the Heroes Conference.
In such a big world, it is lucky for a person like him to appear.
"I'm still confident."
He patted Tianwen hanging on his waist. Tianwen was still in the wooden sheath, but Guo Jing did not dare to underestimate the sharpness of this divine sword.
"It will take about half a month before the Mongolian army launches its attack. Hundreds of thousands of troops cannot gather in a breath. Even if the grassland people live as nomads, it will still take time to gather a huge army, but we don't have much time.
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Meng Ge personally led the army and claimed to have an army of 300,000. This number is not very impressive, and may even be more.
The total number of people in all the grassland tribes may not be 300,000, but the area they rule is too vast, and there are countless people for them to waste. They can use the people who are not of the same race at will, and they will not be heartbroken no matter how many people die.
It has been a month and a half since Huang Yaoshi and others arrived in Xiangyang City, and an army of 100,000 has been gathered.
What Tang Xuanming asked them to do most these days was to keep the Mongolian military system in mind, learn some simple Mongolian, and remember the different styles of tents for different official positions, which were extremely important for assassinations.
In fact, it was more about being prepared. Tang Xuanming wanted them to change their minds and learn the issue of beheading by special teams that would often be debated on forums in later generations.
He once argued with people about this issue, but in practice, well, he was still pretty good at it.
After all, there is a huge gap between theory and reality. If it weren't for Guo Jing, a commander-in-chief of statistical operations, to add details in all aspects, Tang Xuan's wild imagination would never come to fruition and would end in vain.
"The Mongolian army is still gathering. Our 100,000 troops have all been deployed. Their defense is tight and their advance and retreat are orderly. It is difficult for us to launch an attack at this time. It is up to you to disintegrate them."
Guo Jing spoke quickly and fluently, and he kept looking coldly at the gathering of the Mongolian army.
Along with the Mongolian army, there were scattered residents outside Xiangyang City. They were all people of the Song Dynasty. Even though Guo Jing had called on them to leave here many times, they still did not return in time.
At this moment, driven by the Mongolian army at the front, everyone was crying and fighting. If they hesitated for a moment, they would be greeted by cold swords.
They didn't have much power at all, but for the Song Dynasty, they were an extremely terrifying attack on the heart.
"Let us in!"
"We are the people of the Song Dynasty!"
"I'm from Zhangjiazhuang. Look, this is my household registration!"
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Hundreds of Song people were wailing and crying outside the city, but the people on the city wall were indifferent.
They were all the people of the Song Dynasty. It was totally unjustifiable to kill them like this without letting go of the city gate.
But once the city gate is opened, the Mongolian cavalry following closely can rush in without having to break through the complicated city.
What greets everyone will be the cruelest death.
That was not the lamentation of hundreds of people of the Song Dynasty, but the sorrow of hundreds of thousands of people of the Song Dynasty in the entire city.
An old man with a weak body fell to the ground. The hunger and cold for many days made him unable to move forward. What greeted him was only the cruel smile of the Mongolian Tatar and the cold butcher knife.
There was a flash of blood, and Tang Xuanming's sharp gaze allowed him to clearly see the old man's head rolling feebly on the ground twice, his godless eyes looking at the sky, seeming to be lamenting, sad, and numb.
"Snapped!"
The horsewhip struck a poorly dressed woman. The severe pain made the woman tremble all over. She did not resist. Her body was so thin that she was unable to resist. The Mongolian Tatars, armed with guns and swords, could only move forward numbly.
Tang Xuanming keenly discovered that most of the hundreds of people of the Song Dynasty who were driven away were old people and women. The young and middle-aged people had the ability and had left long ago.
A young child will be adopted by the Mongols and receive Mongolian education and knowledge from an early age. When he grows up, he will not consider himself a citizen of the Song Dynasty, but will only consider himself a Mongolian.
He would become a warrior who attacked the city, became a hero in the eyes of all Mongolians, and would also become the nightmare of the Song Dynasty.
Mongolia's countless armies are supported by generations of people in their territory.
Yang Guo was moved and said: "Why don't we save them?"
Huang Yaoshi and the old naughty boy did not answer. Huang Yaoshi had already seen such a cruel scene, but the old naughty boy did not understand and would not think about it.
With his innocent heart, he has been exposed to such scenes, but it is difficult to understand, just like a naive child who does not understand the adult world.
"Because we can't be sure whether there are Mongolian spies among them. None of this group of people have household registration. No one knows whether they are tracking Mongolian assassins..."
Guo Jing looked sad. Even though he had seen this scene many times, he still couldn't let it go.
"Moreover, the Mongolian cavalry is hanging behind them and can charge at any time. It seems that they are hundreds of meters away, but once the city gate is opened, they can take advantage of the situation and rush in..."
Tang Xuanming once argued with people on the Internet about the cruelty and inhumanity of this method, and thought of countless solutions.
But when he actually experienced this scene, he still felt extremely shocked. Human lives were like pigs and dogs, being expelled and killed at will.
This is a huge sadness that cannot be understood without truly being there.
Tang Xuanming once visited the Qin Dynasty and the violent Qin Dynasty, which was criticized by countless people in later generations. Even in that era, which was criticized by countless Confucianists, nothing so cruel happened.
Bai Qi killed 400,000 surrendered soldiers in a trap, and that was on the battlefield.
If you kill an enemy on the battlefield, you can be promoted to a higher rank. However, if you kill a civilian, the "harsh violent Qin" will kill the soldier and notify the three armies.
"Then just watch them die?"
Yang Guo was so excited that he was shaking all over, his fists were clenched tightly, his nails were piercing into his flesh, and blood was dripping, but he was completely unaware of it.
With his young character, he simply cannot accept such cruel things.
But everyone present treated him indifferently. Tang Xuanming said in a voice as cold as Jiuyou: "Blood is destined to be repaid with blood. This is an unbreakable truth."
"We stand here just to prevent something like this from happening again in the future. Not the Mongolian Tatars, not anyone else."
As he spoke, Tang Xuanming looked up at the sky. The sunset was setting in the west, and a bloody sunset appeared on the horizon. A devilish smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's getting dark and we're going to play. Are you ready?"