The puzzle begins The bloody bare feet stepped on the hot earth, leaving behind dark red blood stains with every step.
Withered calves, ragged clothes, shoulders bruised by the rope.
Thousands of captured civilians, escorted by more than a thousand new auxiliary troops, pulled grain carts and walked on the mountain paths.
The weather was as hot as a steamer and there was no wind.
The grass on the ground has turned ripe green, and there is faint steam coming out of the grass, carrying a strong rancid smell.
That's the stench of decaying corpses.
From Chaozhou and Dapu to Nanjing and Zhangzhou, the Mongols have successfully created large areas of no-man's land.
He slaughtered many villages and towns until no one was left alive.
Wild dogs and wolves wandered in groups among the corpses, howling to show the highest respect to Suodu, the murderer king.
There is nothing better than leading animals to eat people.
On the mountain road, business travel has been cut off.
Every time the new auxiliary troops carrying food to Sodu walked a certain distance, they had to stop and drive away more and more wild beasts behind them.
These animals that eat human flesh can no longer tell the difference between the dead and the living.
Whenever they see people walking by, their eyes will turn blood red and they will follow them with long drools.
No man's land does not mean peace.
The new auxiliary general who led the team knew this truth.
Behind the mountains and among the dense forests, there are countless pairs of hateful eyes.
Nowadays, these locals have no distinction between banners and are not for the Song Dynasty.
They only remember the word "hate" in their hearts, the hatred of their homes being destroyed.
Therefore, as long as someone steps forward and promises to lead everyone in revenge, hundreds of people will definitely be mobilized within a few days.
The military rations sent to Sodu have been robbed three times, and this is the fourth time they have been sent upward.
No matter how hot the weather was, the new auxiliary general who led the team did not dare to let the team stop and rest.
Once the "bandits" in the mountains know about the passing of the grain team, they will definitely swarm them, and no matter how many soldiers guarding them, they may not be effective.
Those people who lost their homes and robbed the court of food were at most caught and executed.
If you don't grab food, you will starve to death.
It's the same death, it's better to pick up the knife and die more happily.
The officials force the people to rebel, and the people have no choice but to rebel.
Moreover, behind the group of thieves, there are two regular army teams supporting them.
Du Hu and Fang Sheng, one of them has water as their boundary and the other has mountains as their home.
They will show no mercy when they see the banner of Beiyuan.
Suodu fought in the Chao and Zhang areas for more than a month.
Instead of wiping out the "bandit trouble", the two men became more and more powerful.
Nowadays, no Yuan army is willing to approach the larger river.
When a small group of Yuan soldiers see the higher mountain ridge, they also go around it like a plague, fearing that there is an ambush above.
"Hey, do your best and just listen to fate.
The worst is that if you throw away the food and grass, I will become a bandit."
Wang Wenjie, the new commander of the auxiliary army, thought in frustration.
The battle ahead was getting more and more chaotic.
Suo Du was still suppressing bandits in the Zhangzhou area.
Liu Shen was never able to cross the Jiulong River.
Instead, he suffered heavy losses several times due to Mrs.
Xu's successive counterattacks.
Guangnan behind the Yuan army was secretly captured by the Song Dynasty.
Seeing, under the mobilization of Zhang Shijie, the Song army and horses were regaining lost ground, God knows what will happen next.
The country belongs to the Yuan Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, and does not need to be cared about by the flat-headed slaves.
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In troubled times, survival is the first priority.
"Bang" there was a loud noise from the front, and light smoke shot up into the air along the treetops.
Several feather arrows were shot out from behind the forest, knocking over the new auxiliary troops who were opening the way in front.
Half of the flag was raised high out of the forest.
On the buried flag, there was a big word "Polu" embroidered on it.
"It's the Polu Army."
Several soldiers who were guarding the grains screamed at the same time.
Accompanied by their panicked shouts, the arrows shot from the forest became more dense, and the shouts of killing came and went.
"Bang, bang" huge explosions occurred one after another, and thick smoke and fire rolled through, making the soldiers run away in confusion.
"General," several centurions looked back at Wang Wenjie, asking him how to respond with their eyes.
"What should we do?
Let's run."
Wang Wenjie made a quick decision, turned around and rushed towards the road with his horse's head.
Seeing this, more than a thousand new soldiers followed him, spread their legs, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
From behind the woods, thousands of She people holding kitchen knives, wooden sticks and hoes flashed out.
The only man in armor walked at the front, turned over the grain cart, and kicked Minzhuang, who was transporting grain, in the butt.
"Get up, don't pretend to be dead, and push the food and grass to the stronghold."
The harsh mandarin sounds strange and strange, and coupled with the weird costume, it is even more frightening.
"Heroes, spare their lives, heroes, spare their lives," the honest folk of Bajiao lay on the ground and cried.
It was not the Polu Army, but the savages under the banner of the Polu Army who actually helped them push food into the mountains, and they were often killed and silenced afterwards.
"What are you shouting?
Do you have eggs?"
The armor-clad general frowned and tried his best to look majestic.
"Your uncle, Wen Tianxiang, is under the command of the Imperial Guard, the Grand Marshal of the Polu Army on the Left, and the Founding General of the People's Republic of China, Huang Hua.
He will not kill innocent people.
Help me push the grain and grass up the mountain.
Your reward will be indispensable."
Zhen Minzhuang raised his head in disbelief and looked up and down at the ragged team nearby.
There are old people, children, women, all ages.
The excitement of winning the battle was on their faces, but it was difficult to hide the look on their faces caused by long-term hunger.
Hundreds of people got up one after another, and under the leadership of the foreman, walked into the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.
The fake Polu army, who had received supplies of food and grass, walked and sang excitedly.
Hearing the sound of folk songs, the newly fled soldiers stopped in their tracks.
"Damn it, I've been fooled," Commander Wang Wenjie slapped his head and cursed.
The forest was just shooting arrows blindly, but no soldiers rushed up at all.
Moreover, everyone heard the loud noise of the legendary thunder, but no one was killed.
The more than a thousand newly attached troops looked at each other in shock.
It is said that the Polu army can sing after winning a battle, but no one has heard of them singing the mountain tunes of the She family.
He was hiding in the woods just now.
The soldiers thought about the feeble arrows and the uneven shouts, and gradually came to understand.
"General, Master Du is on the water and can't go up the mountain."
A centurion who was out of breath from running asked boldly.
"What general?
After we go back, everyone will have to move their heads to the general and the soldiers.
The bodies are in the mouths of wild dogs and taste like birds."
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Wang Wenjie cursed bitterly, thinking quickly about how to overcome the difficulties at hand.
The Qianbao soldiers were all dumbfounded.
They had just been running for their lives and had forgotten the military rule that if they flee in the face of battle, they will be executed.
Even if Fu Jinhe spares everyone's lives, he will inevitably have to send food to the front and walk the road of narrow escape again.
This time we encountered a fake Polu army, but we may not have such good luck next time.
"Sir, tell me, what should we do?"
The clever guard saw Wang Wenjie's thoughts and asked tentatively.
"Grandma, it would be a death to go back anyway.
If our group doesn't go back, the envoy will think that everyone died in the battle, and the family members can still get some compensation."
Wang Wenjie pulled out his knife and looked around with glaring eyes.
Let's see who dares to stroke his tiger beard at this time.
"General, tell me what to do, everyone is listening."
Several centurions took a few steps back and replied with trembling voices.
"What should we do?
Follow me first and grab as much food as we can.
Then, let's pull up the pole and go up the mountain."
Wang Wenjie made up his mind and shouted loudly.
"Rebellion" someone asked confusedly.
That was the act of confiscating the family and exterminating the clan.
Since childhood, they have been taught not to do such treasonous things.
"What is rebellion?
When we go up the mountain now, we are rebelling against the Song Dynasty or the Yuan Dynasty.
We, we are, this is," Wang Wenjie spent a long time but couldn't think of a suitable word.
He didn't know and couldn't tell which dynasty this ghostly place belonged to.
"Build a stronghold to protect yourself and wait for the prosperous times," a centurion who had read a book suggested in a low voice.
"Yes, build a stronghold to protect yourself, let me kill you, grab the grain, and let's eat and drink hot food ourselves."
Wang Wenjie shouted loudly, waving the steel knife in his hand and pointing in the direction where the grain and grass were robbed just now.
Under his leadership, more than a thousand new auxiliary troops rushed back like the wind.
After a while, shouts of killing rang out in the dense forest.
At the end of autumn in the first year of Xiangxing, countless similar stories were staged in Chao and Zhang areas.
The situation suddenly became out of control.
The Yuan army, which was unable to provide supplies, had increasingly poor military discipline.
Massacre and looting had become what they had to do in order to maintain military needs.
And the resistance inspired by the massacre became increasingly fierce.
As long as anyone in the villages massacred by Meng Yuan survived, they would take up arms and hide deep in the dense forest, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time against lone Bei Yuan soldiers.
The deeds of the rebels and the evil deeds of the Beiyuan massacre were quickly spread to various places by some thoughtful people in the form of newspapers, commentaries, poems and ballads.
It turns out that they and we have never been the same country.
It turns out that animals are not invincible.
People were talking, and little sparks of resistance were slowly igniting and expanding in Ganzhou, Guangnan, Jinghu, and even Shandong, which the Yuan army had conquered for a long time.
The sheepskin map slowly shrank in the flames
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