The location of Jiangcheng is Haifeng County, Guangdong Province. The anti-traveller is a picture provided by the anti-traveller three months ago. Unlike the situation provided by the anti-traveller, it is now a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

It is now the first month of 1279. The last large-scale land anti-Yuan force here was destroyed, and Wen Tianxiang has been captured alive.

When Jiangcheng got up, he instinctively shrank his body. There was a wilderness around him, with many corpses of military and civilians scattered, and his blood had already dried up.

It can be seen that these are all the corpses of sporadic defeated troops, and traces on the scene indicate that they were all hunted down by cavalrymen.

“…”

Jiang Cheng trembled and looked around. He saw dust flying in the distance. A small group of Mongolian troops passed by. The group of Mongolian troops was covered with blood, obviously killing many people.

They are all small stocks, and it is obvious that the Mongolian army is scattered and is now collecting back.

His scalp suddenly became numb and he drilled into the pile of corpses.

But the other party hadn't passed by him, and he disappeared after a while.

"It should be going to Yashan... Yes, the troops from all over the country are gathering there, and Song Meng will fight a final battle."

Although the team of soldiers left, he did not relax. Jiangcheng knew that he was in a world of broken mountains and rivers and had to be extremely careful in his actions.

Although the Mongolian army was about to completely destroy the Southern Song Dynasty, the Mongolian army did not implement any pacification policies, which also caused a huge rebound in various places. The Mongolian army basically fought from north to south.

Wherever you pass, you will encounter resistance, regardless of the military and civilians, and you will be slaughtered.

Only some people who fall by the wind will not be massacred.

He is dressed up now as a scholar. After all, he looks thin and tender, and he doesn't look like a farmer.

Although he did not study history and studied biology, he also generally knew some of the situations of the Mongolian Yuan going south. Yashan was an amazing naval battle in history. He could not have known that he was just insensitive to the year 1279. It was like just talking about 1127, and many people had no idea about this year.

Jiang Cheng knew that the Mongolian army was not polite to scholars at all. When conquering Changsha, Yuelu Academy was slaughtered cleanly.

Of course, if the southerners surrender directly or express obedience, they still have a way out. But the problem is that Jiang Cheng knew very well that he and the Mongolian army were not able to speak, so he had difficulty communicating with the Han army, let alone the Mongolian army.

In this case, even if he wants to let the enemy know that he is obedient, he will probably not be taken seriously. The other party said straight, what is this person who can't even say anything?

"Why cut your tongue and pretend to be mute?" Jiang Cheng looked at the broken knife on the ground, thinking that he felt fierce.

But looking at the broken knife with various gaps in layers, the rotten rotten flesh and dirty blood made people feel disgusted.

"No, no, no, I don't understand it even when I don't say it."

Jiang Cheng quickly gave up his thoughts and then found that he was dressed differently from the corpses around him.

Not to mention military uniforms, he and the ground were obviously different from the dress of farmers.

"By the way, what I chose seemed to be the clothes of scholars..." Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng quickly wanted to take off the costumes of scholars on his body. When he thought about choosing clothes, it was nonsense to choose such a set of Song people's clothing.

This dress is really not something you can wear casually. If you wear it in peace, you will probably cause trouble. Moreover, it would be better for him to pretend to be a lie-in-law person at this time.

"There are civilian clothes here, and their heads are dirty and bloody. I changed into pretending to be refugees. The Mongolian army is now busy gathering. Seeing that I am alone, I don't think it will make things difficult for me."

Jiang Cheng hurriedly took off the clothes of the dead bodies on the ground, but at this moment, he saw a roll of smoke and dust coming from behind, and a team of cavalry was about to pass by him.

"Depend on!"

It was too late for Jiang Cheng to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. The other party must have seen him, the only figure standing.

Before he could take off people's clothes to death, Jiang Cheng flashed his mind. He thought that the refugees were displaced and could not even get enough clothes to get out of clothes. He took off his top, rolled his lower trousers and legs, and didn't wear shoes, wasn't it like it?

While he looked at the distance between the Mongolian cavalry, he couldn't see the other party's outfits clearly, so naturally the other party could not see his outfits clearly.

Jiang Cheng quickly took advantage of this time to take off his clothes, but after working for a long time, he could not untie his clothes except for taking off his boots and socks.

"Hey? Where did you get out of it?"

He was so anxious that he was sweating. He was very troublesome when he was wearing it, because it was winter here, and he was wearing more layers of layers. He barely untied the outermost layer and wasted a lot of time.

Seeing the Mongolian army approaching, Jiang Cheng found that he couldn't take off his body, because he rolled up his sleeves and saw his eye-catching white skin.

This white body is thin and tender, and others may ask him if he is a powerful man who is difficult to deal with.

"Let's take one step at a time." Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly and simply tied his clothes again.

The small group of Mongolian cavalry had approached and saw him kneeling down, holding his hands high, standing beside the road.

Jiang Cheng was breathing tightly and he knelt down and surrendered directly. He naturally knew that he could not escape. If he ran away, he might lead to pursuit. He knelt obediently on the side of the road and might not care about him.

Sure enough, he heard a burst of laughter from the Mongolian army, and beat the horse and passed by him like the wind.

It really doesn't stop!

Jiangcheng was surprised, looking at the cavalry passing by, and just hoped that they would leave quickly.

However, after passing seven or eight horses in a row, he saw a whip slamming hard, hitting his face with a bang, and suddenly he crawled all over the ground.

He heard another burst of laughter, and when he looked at it, the Mongol cavalry who had whipped him had already rushed past, as if it was just a good move.

Then, when the man at the end of the cavalry saw him rolling in pain, he deliberately stepped on his horse and stepped past him.

But after all, it was a temporary intention, and the horse's hooves only stepped on Jiang Cheng's legs.

Even so, he was so painful that he howled immediately, feeling the horse's hooves sinking deep, trampling all the flesh and breaking the bones.

Jiangcheng screamed in pain on the ground, but the cavalry team kept stopping for a moment, as if very anxious, whizzing like the wind and whizzing away.

But he gave him a whip and stepped on another horse's hoof, which made him feel in pain.

"Damn it! Oh my god..." Jiang Cheng was sweating in pain, his hands tightly wrapped around his thighs, and blood was soaked in his pants and clothes.

He cursed, no matter how ugly he sounded, it seemed that this could relieve the pain.

While cursing, he did not forget to bandage. He was quite proficient in some first aid measures. He knew it in high school and even systematically studied it in college.

He soon bandaged his legs well with the clean cloth in the middle of the top, cut off the rag that was stuck to the flesh, and then cut two pieces of tattered skirt armor pieces and wrapped them together to fix the bones.

After doing this, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and he was also scolded for being tired, and he was dizzy when lying on the ground.

While resting, he thought about the next way out.

After being hit like this, he gritted his teeth and felt extremely hatred. He once had the "great ambition" to drive away the enemy and save the world.

Through this time, he knew that most of the troops scattered in Guangdong Province were rushing to Yashan, and the commander of the Mongolian army summoned the main force to fight a final decisive battle with the Song army.

If this were not the case, it would probably be difficult for him to survive just now. Although most of them actually have no intention of killing him, as long as one of them has it, it would be enough. They can kill him with just one move.

"But, in this decisive battle, the Song army will definitely be defeated..."

Jiangcheng knew that this was the golden age of nomadic peoples. Even if Yashan won, it would be useless. At most, it would be more than a place with one and two provinces. The Mongolian Yuan has a vast territory. Not to mention losing this game, even if it loses a few more games, it would not shake anything. What if it is defeated in Fusang in the east and lost three consecutive games?

He lay here, his new ambition was shaking again, and no matter how he thought about it, he could only be a follower.

Jiang Cheng was thinking about it here, but he didn't notice that a huge number of infantry had appeared at some point and came to him in a mighty manner.

When he came to his senses, the army was approaching.
Chapter completed!