Suodu was wandering on the beach with the missing knife in hand.
The shouts of killing coming from all around made him feel weak.
They had been fighting all night, and none of the several troops that had broken through had returned good news.
However, the Song army was uncharacteristically no longer using siege tactics to try to trap the Yuan army to death.
Instead, it slowly compressed forward and used The advantages in numbers and formation squeezed the living space of the trapped Yuan army.
The place where they could stand was getting smaller and smaller.
The soldiers of the Yuan army fought hard and were compressed into a group, and then were blown apart from the middle by grenades and artillery.
They rushed towards the beach like ducks.
"Reinforcements will arrive soon.
Otherwise, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty will not change their tactics."
With many years of military career, Suodu came to the answer he had been waiting for.
But the good news makes people not happy at all.
If on any day during the first ten days of his siege, Tachun would have come to his rescue.
Suodu can guarantee that this battle will end with a victory for the Mongols.
The Can Song Dynasty will continue to play the role of a perfect start, but a rout in the middle, and will be chased and defeated by the Yuan soldiers.
But now, everything is too late, Suodu himself can't even remember how many days it was since he fell into the trap.
He vaguely remembered that in the first three days of being surrounded, the soldiers could still find insects under the roots of trees to quench their thirst.
On the seventh day, you can drink horse blood on your head and use evaporated seawater on the beach to moisturize your lips.
On the tenth day, those who were killed or seriously injured in battle "donated" their bodies to be used as military rations.
But now, even the seriously injured ones have been eaten.
Everyone has red eyes like evil ghosts in hell, waiting for their companions or opponents to fall, and then eat their flesh and blood.
The only thing that made Sodu proud was that none of his men, whether Mongolian or southern, surrendered.
In fact, they themselves knew that the Song soldiers on the opposite side would not accept their surrender.
Since crossing the river, more than a dozen cities have been massacred, and millions of people in the south of the Yangtze River have died under the knife of this army.
With such a huge number standing in court, even ordinary soldiers cannot face their own sins.
"I'm good enough."
Suodu thrust his sword hard into the sand and sat down cross-legged.
The battle was still going on, and the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer.
When he was desperate, he risked his life, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the last moment to come.
Can't get out.
Several of Suodu's guards saw the coach's appearance and knew that this night was the last day of their lives.
They put down their knives and sat down one after another.
This ending was a little uncomfortable, but it was not beyond their expectations.
From the first days of the siege, some had seen the end coming.
Dayuan soldiers were skilled in bows and horses.
They were good at using bows and arrows to suppress them from a distance, and they were also good at hand-to-hand combat.
But the critical distance on the battlefield, from one hundred steps to twenty steps, is within the opponent's control.
If you want to break out of the encirclement, you must fight your opponent at close range, and the steel crossbows and grenades in the hands of the Polu army happen to be sharp weapons for close combat.
A gentle breeze blows from the sea, mixed with the unique light salty smell of sea water.
The sound of the tide is like a song, slow and slow, just like the long tune of a shepherd girl in the distance.
If you were in your hometown, it would be the time when the autumn grass would be in full bloom.
Men would pick and slaughter old and weak livestock as quickly as possible.
Women should take advantage of the arrival of the first snow to collect summer-dried mushrooms, yellow flowers, rhubarb cakes, and red flower bones. .
Boil some meat, mushroom soup, and a few copper coins in a jar of soju.
After getting drunk, I drank a bowl of milk tea, and by the way, there were also refreshing rhubarb pancakes, a snack made from rhubarb roots that is unique to the eastern grasslands.
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It is sour and makes people drool just thinking about it.
It's a pity that I'm used to eating Jiangnan delicacies and drinking blood from knife heads.
When I think about these childhood favorites again, I no longer have the chance to eat them.
Suodu swallowed his saliva, Huo Di opened his eyes and raised the knife.
The first ray of light has already shined through the sea.
Half of the sea water was dyed red by the sun, directly connected to the beach moistened by blood.
The sky and the earth were filled with blood.
In the middle of the red sky and earth, the flag of the Song Dynasty was flying high.
Under the war flag, the Song troops holding spears alternately charged forward and fought with the remaining Mongolian warriors.
Smoking grenades kept flying out from the ranks of the Song army, as if they had eyes, and landed in the densely populated areas of the Yuan army.
They suddenly bloomed and filled the sky with red mist.
Surrounding the crater, five or six exhausted Yuan troops fell down, but those who were lucky enough to escape death shouted, jumped up, and rushed forward regardless of their lives to block the Song army's spear points.
Only the place close to the Song Army is the safest.
It will not be bombarded by artillery or sneak attacks by grenades.
The only thing that can't be escaped is the spear point that is as bright as a pear blossom, dotted with stars, killing people with each gun.
The Yuan army completely collapsed, from physical body to will.
The orders of the Centurion and the Chief Tenthurion no longer worked.
Most of the people fell into a state of death struggle and lost the consciousness that was inevitable as a soldier.
Like a pack of frightened wolves, when they see others charging somewhere, they rush towards them in an unorganized manner, which becomes a perfect landing point for grenades.
When they saw others retreating, they retreated desperately to the coast.
They were overtaken by Song soldiers who were much thinner than them, and they were stabbed to death on the beach one by one.
Someone jumped into the sea and walked toward the center of the sea in the direction of the receding tide.
Blood flowed from the wounds on their bodies and spread along the sea water.
Some people only managed to escape a few steps before they stumbled and were swept up by the waves of blood, turning into floating corpses in an instant.
Others walked blankly towards the middle of the water, until their heads were submerged by the sea water.
Several powerful crossbows flew in and shot down the Mongolians who were hiding behind the rocks and trying to draw their bows.
The war flag of the Song Dynasty was rolled up and planted on the seaside.
The sun suddenly jumped out of the sea, and the rays of light were so piercing that people could not open their eyes.
Both the pursuer and the pursued were stunned for a moment, and the movements of their hands stopped.
A few shouts were clearly heard from the battle flag during the sound of clashing weapons.
"Suodu, put down your weapons and surrender.
I will spare the lives of those under your command."
Accompanied by the sound of the tide, the four languages of Chinese, Khitan, Tangut, and Mongolian were repeated clearly, telling the desperate people that they still had a chance to live.
"Those who surrender will not be killed."
"Those who kill the chief official can be punished."
"Whoever kills Suodu has achieved great merit and will be given a thousand taels of silver and sent back home."
The dying strugglers around Suodu looked at each other, and with a buzz, most of them dispersed like flies.
Scimitars, long bows, bow armor and Dayuan uniforms were thrown all over the floor.
"Water, give me some water to drink.
I'll let you be a cow or a horse."
Someone knelt down in the sea water and yelled crazily.
There were also bold ones who, holding their swords, secretly looked at the centurions and captains of thousands in the broken army.
"Ah" a centurion screamed and was hacked to death by the Mongols behind him.
Chaos instantly returned to the beach.
Mongolians, Khitans, Dangxiangs, Hans, Southerners, Yuan troops of different races, brandishing knives, fought in a melee.
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A bloody head flew out, and five or six men in ragged clothes with blood on their faces rushed over and started another round of killing each other for the head of the former commander.
"Stop, don't be fooled.
They won't make trouble for everyone," Suodu yelled at the top of his lungs.
He raised his knife and chopped down a soft head who was about to surrender.
Blood suddenly splashed all over his face.
Just as he reached out to wipe it away, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the personal guard raising his knife high towards him.
With a diagonal jump, the rope flew away, and then a white crane spread its wings and wiped the guard's neck with the steel knife in his hand.
Suodu saw panic in the other party's disbelieving eyes, and a warning sign popped up in his heart.
He spun on the spot, twisted his waist to avoid the vital part, and watched a knife swipe across his protective goggles.
It makes a heart-wrenching squeaking sound.
With his hand raised and the knife lowered, Suodu slapped the other guard's head into his neck.
In an instant, both guards were chopped down by him with his own hands.
Among the two people, Suo didn't dare to care about who wanted to protect him or who wanted to betray him.
He suddenly found that the most brave force in the world under his command had turned into a bunch of lunatics.
This was a team united by the desire to kill and rob, and was once invincible.
But today, Suodu discovered that people who like to kill may not be brave.
When they suddenly find out in despair that they have a chance to escape trial, their behavior is more terrifying than a madman and more cowardly than a coward.
For an illusory promise, this team instantly burst into the most powerful fighting capacity.
The two centurions were back to back, trapped in the middle by their soldiers.
One of them was about to say a word of encouragement to his companion who was guarding his back, when his chest suddenly felt cold.
The tip of his companion's knife had already come out from under the nail leaf.
"You" were betrayed and fell down with eyes open.
The man who killed his companion had just bent down to chop off his head, when several cold lights flashed at the same time, and the corpses of two centurions were pressed against the corpse.
The Song army formed a wedge shape, slowly pressing in from a distance, cleaning up the battlefield where the Yuan army had fought against each other.
The surrenderers and those who had already lost their voice were taken aside and given food and water.
The Yuan soldiers who were killed or seriously injured in battle were given two stabs to repay the blood debt they had owed throughout their lives.
Under the sun, Suodu stepped back step by step.
The officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty pressed up from the front flanks and advanced step by step.
On every face, Suo saw mockery and pity.
He was very familiar with this expression.
Suodu knew that when he was massacring the city, he had the same expression when looking at the unarmed people, the same expression that deceived them and laughed at them.
A corpse was stepped on by Suodu, and flies flew up, covering him.
"Plop" Murderer Wang Suodu fell down on the beach, and then stood up amidst the laughter of everyone.
Humiliation, anger, regret, unwillingness, and thousands of feelings surged into my heart like waves.
Suodu jumped into the sea water, picked up the bloody salt water, and took a few sips.
Then, he ran ashore with a knife and shouted loudly at Song Jun.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah" the beast's dying cry spread across the water, so startled that the white gulls in the distance flew away and fled into the sky.
Outside the sky, white sails slowly floated over.
A dozen survivors of the Chaozhou massacre stood on the deck, and the telescope was blurry.
They want to watch Suodu fall, and the tens of thousands of innocent souls in Chaozhou City want to watch Suodu go to hell through their eyes.
A not tall figure walked across the telescope to Sodu.
The tip of the double-ring lancet was pointed downwards, slanting in a fighting posture.
"You" Suodu felt insulted.
After inviting a fight, the other party only came out with a low-level officer.
Judging from his clothes, he could be a centurion at most.
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He opened his throat and began to howl loudly again, shouting at the top of his lungs to express his dissatisfaction before his death.
"Song people, Wang Laoshi, Jiangxi."
Wang Shi, the leader of the Polu military camp, smiled mockingly and reported a name that made Suodu even more embarrassed.
"You don't even have a name, you are not worthy of accepting this general's challenge," Suodu cursed angrily, not even looking at Wang Laoshi's steel sword.
Even if he died, he would die under the sword of a general at the same level, so that he could live up to his reputation as the first warrior in Mongolia.
If the Song Dynasty adopts the wheel warfare method, it will still be looked down upon by him in the arms of Changshengtian.
"I'm not here to accept your challenge.
I'm here to repay the blood debts of the people who died under your sword on Jiangnan West Road.
Raise the knife."
Wang Laoshi said word by word, and his figure instantly straightened up in the sun. , "My family has been nameless farmers for generations, but my family has never done anything that is not done by humans.
You are this murderous Mongolian general, but in the eyes of the people in the south of the Yangtze River, you are at best a beast."
"Revenge, I, the general, will grant you mercy."
Suodu was so enraged by Wang Laoshi's words that he jumped up with his sword in hand.
In mid-air, the man and the knife struck down like lightning.
Wang Laoshi stepped sideways, raised his sword, and pointed it diagonally outward.
With a cry, he deflected Suodu's inevitable victory with the sword.
His shoulders swayed slightly, and the double-ringed lancet in his hand was like a swimming dragon, going straight into Suodu's heart.
Suodu paused with his feet on the ground, jumped back quickly, lifted the tip of the knife, and separated the tip of Wang Laoshi's knife.
Fang wanted to fight back, but he saw the light of the sword flashing in front of his eyes, and Wang Laoshi's double-ring lancet slashed down from the side again, which was unstoppable.
Suodu sidestepped and stabbed back with the knife.
Wang Lao used the back of the knife to open the tip of the knife, roared angrily, and struck Nie Zheng again.
The long knife was like a sword, slashing down with sunlight.
The two copper rings quickly slide towards the blade head, making the blade faster and more urgent.
Suo Du couldn't dodge, so he could only catch it hard.
The swords clashed, and the gold and iron rang together.
Wang Laoshi put away the knife, cut again, put it away again, chopped again, and used Nie Zheng's move to break through the barrier over and over again.
Each cut was faster than the other, and each cut was more urgent than the last.
The empty door in his chest was exposed, and the swords and knives fought for their lives, endlessly.
Murderous aura, like frost, enveloped Suodu's body, forcing him to retreat continuously.
"Boy, you are trying your best," Suodu cursed, mocking the opponent for his low martial arts skills.
Suddenly I realized that this is the battlefield, and I am fighting for my life.
I panicked, my foot was knocked by a shell on the beach, and I staggered a few steps.
Before he could stabilize his body, the left side of his face felt slightly cold, and half of his head flew into the sea.
"Ordinary" a splash of water was stirred up, red, reflecting the morning sun, splashing wet the eyes of countless people.
On the beach, Wang Laoshi waved his hand, brushed the ground, and cut the lancet into the beach.
He just wiped it with sea water, put the knife back into its sheath, and walked away with the knife on his shoulder without taking advantage of Suodu's body
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