For ten consecutive days, transmigrators one, two, and three lived in peace.
Number three was Osman's slave. Although he was exhausted, had little to eat, and was often whipped, he was still alive. He became a small cog in the war against Constantinople.
Number two was the happiest. Perhaps none of the dead transmigrators would have thought that Tuqi Village, which was so poor that they could not even afford to buy rice, was a paradise for transmigrators.
Because of his height and strength, he was treated like a mountain god in the backward village. He was given sacrifices to eat.
Not only that, the natural ecology there was almost undeveloped. The area within a radius of ten miles was simply a ghost land. There were only two small villages with no roads. They did not know what the outside world was like.
Number two made traps and easily caught some wild dogs and chickens. He ate until his face was greasy. The villagers respected him even more.
It turned out that this place was near the mountains and rivers. The reason why they were so poor was that besides fishing, they almost never hunted in the mountains.
Even though they were so poor, they still obeyed the rules of vegetarianism. They did not eat any wild animals. On one hand, it was forbidden by the nobles outside the mountains. On the other hand, the monks also claimed that the wild animals in the mountains were protected by the gods.
From bees to deer to wild chickens, wild dogs, and wild foxes, they all followed the gods and demons.
The only thing that was not protected by the gods was the fish that did not weigh more than one kilogram.
They believed that if they went to hunt wild chickens, they would attract the revenge of the 'Hound Phoenix' and cause a fire in the house.
Number two was a mountain god in their eyes. Therefore, it was fine for him to eat chicken.
As long as there was no fire, Number two's' divinity 'in the eyes of these ignorant people would become more and more stable. On the other hand, if there was a fire, Number two's prestige as a mountain god would instantly collapse. At that time, the consequences of these obedient ignorant people would be unpredictable.
After Mo Qiong had a simple conversation with Number two, he left him a piece of paper and a picture of the grave.
After that, he focused his attention on Jiang City.
This was because the Battle of Yashan had begun.
On the sixth day of the second month, Zhang Hongfan saw that the Song army was connected to the ships by iron chains. He imitated Zhou Yu and attacked Red Cliff with fire. However, the Song army was not stupid.
Zhang Shijie ordered people to smear mud on the ships and prepare long wooden sticks on the ships to block the Meng army's fire ships.
When Zhang Hongfan saw that a fire attack would not work, he mobilized a large number of returning cannons and used them to bombard the Song warships.
When Jiang City was suppressed to Cliff Mountain, the war had already gone on for six days.
Both sides engaged in close combat many times, their battle cries shaking the heavens!
The Song Nation army still had room to retaliate in the crossbow battles. However, they lost in the close combat battles, suffering heavy losses.
Jiang Cheng was escorted to a ship where he could see the intense battle in the distance.
The warships of the Song army connected the sky and the earth, and their numbers were ten times that of the Meng army. However, due to the Song Dynasty's recruitment system, the soldiers would often bring their families with them. More than half of the two hundred thousand soldiers were commoners.
In other words, their actual army was only in the tens of thousands. Facing the 20,000 Meng Yuan elite soldiers, they suffered heavy losses.
Almost every day, the two sides would fight, from sunrise to sunset, from high tide to low tide.
The number of corpses floating on the sea increased by the day, washed to the shore by the tide. There were Mongolian soldiers, but most of them were Song soldiers.
One could see that the morale of the Song army was low. On one hand, they were short on supplies, and many of them had not drunk water in days. If it were not for the occasional rain, they would have died of thirst.
On the other hand, no matter who it was, their morale would not be good. They were not fighting with their backs against the wall, but they were fighting on the water.
Everyone in the Song army knew that it was impossible for a small place like Cliff Mountain to go against the Meng Yuan army.
Jiangnan was so big, but it could not even stop the Meng Yuan cavalry, much less a small Cliff Mountain. However, at this moment, victory or defeat was not important as the outcome was already decided. What was important was how to choose in the face of defeat.
The Song army commander, Zhang Shijie, had already made his choice when he gave up on naval combat.
He rejected three attempts to persuade him to surrender, burning the letters and killing the envoys.
This included the surrender edict written by the captured Emperor Deyou, which was also burned.
Since the Meng Yuan army went down south, South Song had changed three emperors. One surrendered, one died, and one just ascended the throne. The oldest was ten years old, and the youngest was seven.
At this point, they were not fighting for any emperor.
Maybe if it was some other time, the morale of the Song army would have collapsed, and there would have been many deserters.
However, they had nowhere to go now. They had already retreated to the ocean, so where could they go? They could only fight to the death to end the Zhao Song army.
In the blink of an eye, it was already the 3rd month. Jiang Cheng did not care about the battle anymore. After all, he already knew the outcome.
At the start, when he saw the corpses and blood ocean, he was touched and sad. Thinking about the two hundred thousand people on the ocean, under their feet was a shaking boat. They lacked water and food, and they had no hope of survival, how desperate was that?
In history books, there were a hundred thousand floating corpses. Only when Jiang Cheng saw it personally did he realize how unbelievable it was.
This was because Mo Qiong had told him that there were only seven to eight thousand corpses floating on the ocean. Only then did Jiang Cheng realize that the hundred thousand floating corpses scene in front of him was created by a few thousand people.
When the two hundred thousand soldiers and civilians died, how terrifying would the hundred thousand floating corpses be? Only then did he understand.
However, after ten days, seven to eight thousand floating corpses washed ashore or fed to the fish and prawns, he slowly became numb to it. He only felt that he was lucky to be on the side of the Meng army.
However, the unlucky thing was that he was quickly found.
"Wh … what? You want me to write a letter to persuade them to surrender? "Jiang Cheng was brought to Zhang Hongfan by the Meng army. When he heard Mo Qiong's translation, he could not help but feel nervous.
Originally, there was nothing to be nervous about. The Song army was bound to lose, and he was captured. If he wrote a letter of surrender, then so be it. Anyway, the South Song Imperial Court had refused to surrender many times, so he did not make a difference.
However, it just so happened that there was an old man on the flagship. He was hale and hearty, and his green robes fluttered in the wind. He didn't lose his elegance as he stood between the officials to his left and right.
Mo Qiong told Jiang Cheng, "If it is as expected, this is Wen Tianxiang."
"Damn!" Jiang Cheng's face was tense as he looked at Wen Tianxiang. This old man was also sizing him up. His eyes revealed an unknown expression.
Without a doubt, Wen Tianxiang definitely recognized Zhao Mengguang. Not only was Zhao Mengguang a member of the imperial family, but he had also been leading troops under Wen Tianxiang. It would be weird if he did not recognize him!
However, Wen Tianxiang did not expose him or bow to him. After looking at him for a while, he looked away.
"He did not expose me …" Jiang Cheng thought to himself.
"Why would he expose you? Not only would he waste your life, but he would also let the Meng army continue to search for Zhao Mengguang. When he sees you, he will know that the real Zhao Mengguang has escaped. Since the country has reached such a stage, it is best to leave some roots for the imperial family. "Mo Qiong said.
Just as Jiang Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, he heard the officials around him shout at him.
Mo Qiong translated, "They want you to bow to the commander."
Jiang Cheng glanced at the commander of the Meng army, Zhang Hongfan. His face was really serious, and his knees went soft.
However, when he saw Wen Tianxiang standing there calmly and looking at him, he grumbled in his heart.
Without a doubt, Wen Tianxiang would not bow. This old man was asking for death.
"Zhang Hongfan and even Khubilai respect Wen Tianxiang, so they are used to his resistance. However, I don't know about you … maybe they want to kill you to force Wen Tianxiang." Mo Qiong said.
"… But it is not good for me to bow. If I do, people will look down on me, and they will humiliate me even more. Also, Wen Tianxiang might get angry and expose me. " Jiang Cheng refused to bow. He stood there expressionlessly, but in reality, his heart was beating fast. He hoped that the other side would not treat him differently.
Luckily, Zhang Hongfan did not care about such small things. He only asked him to write a letter of surrender.
When that time comes, Jiang Cheng, as a member of the imperial family, would not only not die, but he would also live the rest of his life as a duke.
To the fake Jiang Cheng, this was a great thing … He wanted to quickly write it. That way, he would be able to keep his life. Although he would lose his freedom in the future, he would still be able to live a good life. To a person on death row, this life was enough.
However, he was very rational. He noticed that Wen Tianxiang said, "From the imperial family to the civilians, everyone has the heart to die for the country. As a subject, if you can't save the country, what's wrong with you?"
As he said this, tears rolled down his cheeks, but he did not look at Jiang Cheng.
However, he mentioned the imperial family, civilians, and civilians. At this stage, they were all prepared to die for the country. If they could not save the country, they would give up on dying for the country and surrender to the enemy. How could this be?
After Mo Qiong told Jiang Cheng, his heart skipped a beat. He knew that if he dared to write, he would die here.
"He values his integrity more than his life. Zhang Hongfan forced him to write a letter of surrender many times, but he refused every time. In the end, he wrote 'Crossing the Desert Ocean' for Zhang Hongfan …" Mo Qiong said.
"Of course I know … I even memorized and wrote it down in middle school …" Jiang Cheng wanted to cry.
"He has his eyes on you now. If you humiliate the imperial family, he will expose you." Mo Qiong said.
"This damned old man is too damn annoying! He won't write, and he won't let me. F * ck! "Jiang Cheng's heart sank.
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