Jiang Cheng's location was Hai Feng County in Yue Province. The transmigrator had provided him with the image three months ago. The only difference was that this place was filled with corpses and blood.
It was already the first month of 1279, and the last large scale resistance force had been wiped out. Wen Tianxiang had also been captured alive.
When Jiang Cheng climbed up, he instinctively shrank his body. He was surrounded by a wilderness with many corpses scattered around. The blood had dried up long ago.
One could see that these were scattered corpses, and the traces showed that they were all killed by cavalry.
"…."
Jiang Cheng trembled and looked around. He saw dust flying in the distance, and a small group of Meng soldiers passed by. The group of Meng soldiers had blood on their bodies, and it was obvious that they had killed many people.
They were all small groups, and it was obvious that the Meng soldiers had scattered around and were now gathering back.
He felt his scalp go numb, and he crawled into the pile of corpses.
However, the enemy did not pass by him, and after a while, he could not see them anymore.
"They should be heading towards Yashan … That's right, all the armies are gathering there. Song Meng is going to fight a final battle."
Although the group of soldiers had left, he did not relax. Jiang Cheng knew that he was in a world where mountains and rivers were broken, so he had to be really careful.
Although the Meng army was about to wipe out South Song, they did not do anything to pacify the people. This caused a huge backlash, and the Meng army basically killed their way from north to south.
Wherever they went, they would kill anyone who resisted, regardless of whether they were soldiers or civilians.
Only a portion of those who surrendered were spared from being massacred.
He was dressed as a scholar. After all, he looked so young, and he did not look like a farmer.
Although he did not study history, and he studied biology, he roughly knew about the situation of the Meng Yuan Dynasty going down south. Yashan was a shockingly large scale naval battle in history, so he definitely knew about it. He was just not sensitive to the year 1279. It was like casually saying 1127, as many people did not have any concept of the year.
Jiang Cheng was clear that the Meng army was not polite to scholars. When they attacked Changsha, Yuelu Academy was wiped out.
Of course, if the Southerners directly surrendered or expressed their obedience, they would still have a way out. However, the problem was that Jiang Cheng knew that he could not communicate with the Mongol army. Not to mention the Mongol army, it was already difficult for him to communicate with the Han army.
Under such circumstances, even if he wanted to let the enemy know that he was submissive, he was afraid that it would not be taken seriously. The enemy would just ask what kind of thing this person who could not even speak was.
"Why don't I cut off my tongue and pretend to be a mute?" Jiang Cheng looked at the broken knife on the ground and thought to himself.
However, looking at the uneven layers of the broken saber and the rotten flesh and blood on the broken saber, it made people feel disgusted.
"No, no, no. At the same time, I don't understand."
Jiang Cheng quickly dispelled the thought. He then realized that his attire was different from the corpses around him.
Aside from his military uniform, he was dressed very differently from the peasant on the ground.
"Oh right, I seem to have chosen scholarly attire …" Thinking about that, Jiang Cheng wanted to take off his scholarly attire. He thought to himself that when choosing clothes, choosing such Song people's attire was just ridiculous.
This attire was not something that could be casually worn. If he wore it during peaceful times, he would probably get into trouble. Moreover, at such a time, it was better for him to pretend to be a peasant.
"Coincidentally, there are commoner attire here. It is dirty and bloody, so I will change and pretend to be a refugee. The Meng army is busy gathering. Seeing that I am alone, they probably won't make things difficult for me. "
Jiang Cheng hurriedly took off the clothes of the corpses on the ground. However, at that moment, he saw a cloud of dust from the corner of his eyes. It was a cavalry that was about to pass by him.
"Damn!"
It was too late for Jiang Cheng to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. The enemy definitely saw him as the only person standing.
There was no time to take off the clothes of the dead. Jiang Cheng had an idea. He thought about how it was normal for a refugee to not even have a set of clothes. Taking off his shirt, rolling up his pants and not wearing shoes, wouldn't he look like one?
He looked at the Meng army cavalry. He couldn't see what they were wearing, so naturally, they couldn't see what he was wearing.
Jiang Cheng hurriedly took off his clothes. However, after trying for a long time, apart from taking off his socks and boots, he couldn't take off his clothes at all.
"Eh? Where should I take it off? "
He was so anxious that his head was covered in sweat. It was really troublesome for him to put on his clothes. As it was winter here, he had to wear many layers. He barely took off the outermost layer and wasted a lot of time.
Seeing the Meng army get close, Jiang Cheng realized that he couldn't take it off. This was because when he rolled up his sleeves, he saw his white skin.
With such a fair and tender body, others might even question him if he was an influential person who had traveled to Luo Yunyang.
"Let's take it one step at a time." Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly and tied up his clothes.
A small group of Meng cavalry arrived. They saw Wei Xiaobao kneel down and raised his hands high, standing by the roadside.
Jiang Cheng's breathing quickened as he knelt down and surrendered. Naturally, he knew that he couldn't run away. If he ran, he might be chased down. So, he obediently knelt on the side of the road.
Sure enough, he heard a burst of laughter from the Meng army. They whipped their horses and swept past him like the wind.
They really didn't stop!
Jiang Cheng was pleasantly surprised. He looked at the cavalry in front of him and hoped that they would leave quickly.
However, after seven or eight riders had passed, he suddenly saw a whip hit his face, causing him to crawl on the ground in pain.
He heard another burst of laughter. When he looked over, he saw that the Meng Yuan cavalry had already rushed past him. It seemed that it was just a matter of convenience.
Then, the person at the back of the cavalry saw that he was rolling on the ground in pain. He deliberately moved his horse slightly and stepped on his body.
However, it was a temporary decision, so the horse's hooves only stepped on Jiang Cheng's leg.
Even so, it was still painful enough for him to howl. He felt that the horse's hooves had sunk deep into his flesh and broke his bones.
Jiang Cheng screamed in pain on the ground, but the cavalry didn't stop for a moment. They seemed to be in a hurry. They came and went like the wind.
They just gave him a whip and stepped on the horse's hooves, causing him to be in so much pain that he wanted to die.
"Damn it! You … "Jiang Cheng was sweating from the pain. His hands tightly wrapped around his thigh. His pants and clothes were soaked with blood.
He let loose a torrent of curses. He cursed as harshly as he could, as if this could alleviate the pain.
While cursing, he didn't forget to bandage his wound. He was quite proficient in first aid. He learned it in high school and even took an exam in college.
He quickly used a clean cloth from the middle of his shirt to bandage his leg. He also cut off the rags that were stuck to his skin and flesh. Then, he cut two pieces of ragged armor and wrapped one of them around the bone to fix it.
After doing all this, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He was also tired from cursing and lying on the ground dizzy.
He rested while thinking about the next way out.
After being beaten up like that, he gritted his teeth. His heart was filled with hatred, and he suddenly had the ambition to save the world.
Through this, he found out that most of the troops in Guangdong Province were rushing to Yashan. The Mongolian army commander was gathering his main force to fight the final battle with the Song army.
If not, he wouldn't have been able to survive after surrendering. Even if most of them didn't want to kill him, as long as one of them did, it was enough. They could easily kill him.
"But the Song army will definitely lose this battle …"
Jiang Cheng knew that this was the golden age of the nomads. Even if Yashan won, it would be useless. At most, they could just kill their way back and take over one or two provinces. The Mongolian army had vast land. Not to mention losing this battle, even if they lost a few more battles, it wouldn't change anything. So what if they lost three battles in a row?
He laid there. The ambition that had just been ignited was on the verge of collapse. No matter how he thought about it, he could only be an obedient person.
While Jiang Cheng's thoughts were running wild, he did not notice that a large number of soldiers had appeared at some point in time and were heading towards him in a grandiose manner.
When he came back to his senses, the army was already in front of him.
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