Song Beiyun

"This... you know a ball!"

Cheerful laughter came from the tent immediately, but the teasing is all teasing, these big soldiers are indeed full of praise for Song Beiyun, since the military reform in Chang'an, their life has been much better, their food and salaries have gone up, and they have to rest, Although the training was more difficult than usual, this is what he did for the soldiers.

In the past, when they went to the battlefield, they would be terrified, with their real heads stuck to their waistbands, but now they are still on the battlefield, but the logistics and equipment are all top-notch. Looking at the shabby things of the enemy, They all felt that if they were really beaten to death by those things, it would be considered their own bad luck, and their lives should be doomed.

"If I hear someone say something bad about Mr. Song, I'll screw his head off." A veteran continued the topic just now: "In the past, our gang of Qiu Ba was looked down upon by others, and even the imperial court didn't treat us as people. People. Ever since Lord Song came, I always walk with my head held high."

"Old Jia, let me tell you, it's different now. In the past, soldiers had nowhere to go, but now you can't come if you want to. You don't know how envious others are to be able to have a monthly salary of five cents."

At this moment, the bugle sound outside suddenly sounded, and all the soldiers, whether they were sleeping on the bed or drinking tea and farting, all started to prepare immediately.Soon after, I saw teams of soldiers lined up neatly.

Then Yang Wenguang walked to the front of the battle and shouted: "Let me tell you, I just got the news that Mr. Song will arrive later today. At that time, you should all be more energetic. If I let Lao Tzu get lost in front of Mr. Song People, don't blame me for letting you go around without food!"

After he finished shouting, the volume increased again: "Did you hear that?"

"understand!"

"Can't even open your mouth? Louder!"

"clear!!!"

In a queue of 5 people, the people at the back may not know what happened, but the people in front of them shouted and shouted, and the people behind them also shouted together. The voices of 5 people can be said to resound through the sky, even the voices can be heard in the distant city. At that time, they thought it was the Song army attacking, but they didn't realize it was a false alarm until all the city defense soldiers boarded the city gate.

The guard of the Yan'an Mansion is a former retainer of the Li family in Xixia, and he is considered one of the nobles. However, with the defeat of Xixia in several wars, Xixia is now in dilapidation. They will be killed as fattened pigs.

Especially this year, the Xixia court suddenly measured the fiefs of these people, saying that they would increase taxes based on the actual size of the fiefs.

Can you still live this day?They themselves are about to pay taxes on the fief after 100 years. Isn't the sudden tax increase now equal to killing them?

Simply being cut off by the Xixia Emperor at that time, it is better to turn back early.As a result, the nobles of Xixia began to separate and rebel, and the whole Xixia is now in disarray.

But bad luck is bad luck. Yan'an Mansion accidentally detained the envoy of Song Dynasty when it was just rising. Song's envoy was released.

But who knows what happened to the envoy on the way, and finally attracted the army of Song State.There is no way to explain this thing, so I can only bite the bullet and bear it. Fortunately, the army of the Song Dynasty does not seem to have made much movement these days. It is just stationed outside the city, but it is not a problem even if it is stationed like this... Now It's already winter, and the food in the city is running low. If the siege continues like this, I'm afraid they will eat people.

These Xixia people, who were besieged by the well-equipped Song army and possessed sky-rocketing cannons, are now frightened birds, and they will be frightened half to death at the slightest sign of trouble. Life and death are ignored, because Da Song's Huoshenying is not a vegetarian.

"Why did they gather?"

The name of the guard is Li Sen. His original surname is Gao. He was given the surname Li after he followed the Xixia Emperor. Their movements were trembling with fright.

Anyway, it's winter, and others don't know whether it's cold or afraid.

"The general...don't know yet, but the spies came to report that they started cleaning the barracks and trimming the grass early in the morning. Presumably, some important person came."

As soon as Li Sen heard about the big shot, Li Sen's mind went blank with a buzz, and he raised his hand tremblingly: "Go and find out, which big shot."

While talking, a dusty spy rushed in and shouted loudly: "It's not good, General! It's not good! Song Beiyun is here!"

Hearing this name, Li Sen rolled his eyes and finally managed to force himself not to be blinded.After calming down for a long time, there was already unconcealable fear in his voice.

"Song... Song Beiyun... is that Song Beiyun who broke through Xiangyang in one day? Chang'an Supervisor Song Beiyun?"

"Exactly."

"It's over..."

There is despair in Li Sen's voice. His mind is full of scenes of his family being buried alive. How can he not know who Song Beiyun is? There are countless stories in his life, but the most shocking thing is that he likes to bury people……

Everywhere he went, big pits were dug, and those who dared to resist were thrown into the pits. Thinking of the horror of suffocation, Li Sen subconsciously began to breathe rapidly.

"What to do...how to do this..." Li Sen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and now he was feeling cold, if someone came to him at this moment and said, "Master Song said Surrender, don't kill." He was able to open the city gate immediately, and then walked out with his hands raised, leading Song Beiyun's horse into the city himself.

But the problem is that he is the God of Killing Song Beiyun. He can kill people and will never accept prisoners. To put it bluntly, even if he surrenders, he will probably die...

"Li Yang."

"The child is here!"

Lin Sen's eyes were red, and his hands were trembling: "Go, take your aunt and grandmother to hide in the pit, wait a few days before leaving the city and escape, don't let anyone find out..."

"Daddy, the boy wants to go out of the city to meet the enemy!"

"Bastard!" Li Sen didn't know where the power erupted, and he said violently: "Do you know who is coming? Don't say you, even the Tartars of the grassland can't stop you. Break Liao, Cut Jin, Conquering the grasslands in the north and the summer in the west, he has never been defeated! You are the only seedling in the family, so hurry up and hide."

"Daddy..."

And just when life and death were parting in the city, Song Beiyun's driver had already arrived at the camp. He watched the surrounding soldiers line up to welcome him, and without a word, he took Yang Wenguang to the general's tent and scolded him.

"Nonsense!" Song Beiyun slapped the table: "This is the time for you to show your face? If the enemy attacked and broke through at this time, how would you deal with it?"

"They didn't dare. The Xixia people were frightened by us. A few days ago, I went to call for battle, but they didn't even dare to show their heads." Yang Wenguang smiled and said, "I'm not that reckless Pan Weixi. They are all buried in the fire, and they penetrate the defense? Just rely on those Xixia guys?"

Song Beiyun's expression softened a little: "Next time, if you make such a show, I'll catch you and feed you to the pigs."

Yang Wenguang walked forward with a smile, and showed Song Beiyun the map of the surrounding terrain: "Although there are large ravines outside the city, they dare not act rashly in winter. Besides, the terrain here is complex and covered with heavy snow. Breaking out of the siege would mean death without a place to bury them. In addition, our army has built bunkers around them these days, and the Xixia people cannot escape with their wings."

Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Do you know why I told you not to act rashly?"

"Of course I know, the terrain is complex, and it is easy to defend and difficult to attack for everyone. If they can't break through and our army attacks the city at will, because they can't use heavy artillery, they may also suffer heavy casualties."

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Yan'an Mansion is called the plateau, hilly and ravine area. The terrain is extremely complicated, and it is almost impossible to use heavy firepower. I am afraid that if you act rashly, you will lose the battle."

"Hey, I also ask Yun Shuai to give instructions."

"Don't talk glibly with me." Song Beiyun sat on his seat for a while and looked at the summary of the intelligence of the past few days, then raised his head and asked, "How many light cannons are there?"

"There are a lot of light artillery, but they can't break the city wall."

"Hmm..." Song Beiyun nodded, "Starting today, we will bombard Yan'an Mansion sooner or later."

"what?"

"You can blow it up if you want, don't use pointed bullets, use round ones. The louder the movement, the better."

Yang Wenguang rolled his eyes: "Master Song...do you want this?"

"Psychological warfare." Song Beiyun closed the booklet: "After each round of bombardment, try to throw leaflets into it. Tell me that if you don't surrender, there will be heavy artillery bombardment in seven days."

"But we can't bring heavy artillery."

"Do they know?" Xiao Song's eyes twitched: "They only know that there are cannons, so they don't know what kind of light and heavy cannons are."

"Understood." Yang Wenguang clapped his hands: "Scared!"

"Don't worry about that much, fry it for three days. Sooner or later." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "It will make them feel restless."

Chapter 652: On January 1, 9, it was sunny and there was a northwest wind

The penetrating power of the round-headed projectile is not strong, but the explosives filled inside are full of shock. Every time it explodes on the city wall, it is like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, and the rumbling tremors spread all the time. Open, like spring thunder when the waking of insects.

The soldiers and civilians in the entire Yan'an Mansion were trembling. From the garrison general to the common people, without exception, it was the first time for many of them to experience the power of artillery at such a distance. The shock and despair were definitely not just based on talking about it. How invincible can't describe it.

This is something that no one can fight against.

After three consecutive days of attacks, the morale in the city has dropped to an unbelievable level, but no one dared to open the city gate, because they were afraid, not Song Jun but Song Beiyun who was personally in charge.

Everyone in the world once admired King Fu of the Great Song Dynasty, whether he was an enemy or a friend, because Lord Fu was an out-and-out Confucian general who used his troops like a god but was lenient and righteous. He never cared about murdering captives.But now King Fu no longer leads the army, in exchange for a Song Beiyun, I heard that this person is a disciple of King Fu, but the behavior of the two is very different, the outsider is a killing god, his reputation is comparable to the cannon outside the city Too loud.

The city wall that has been in disrepair for a long time has collapsed in many places, and the soldiers in the city don't know how long the city wall can withstand.

However, after the round of shelling this morning, many paper balls with cloth umbrellas suddenly appeared in the sky. When the paper balls were in the air, they would start to scatter in the wind and scatter to every corner.

Someone in the city picked it up, and there was nothing special on it, except for a line of very eye-catching words: "If you don't open the door to accept surrender after seven days, you will attack the city with heavy artillery."

It was only at this moment that everyone understood that the cannons that had shattered the entire city for the past three days were only light cannons... There are still heavy cannons that have not been used.

At this moment, Yan'an Mansion, which was already in panic, was immediately shrouded in thicker clouds.

"General, there is no food left in the city."

Li Sen, the guard of Yan'an Mansion who was hiding in the camp and didn't know what to do, was still holding a leaflet from the Song Army in his hand, but such a desperate news came from his ear.

With low morale, cold weather and food shortages, the military strategist had all he could think of.

Originally, because of the riots, the food of the people in the city was almost squeezed to the limit, but now there are no merchants coming in and out, and the food is running out.There will be a mutiny in the five-day camp due to lack of food.And even if there is no mutiny, there will be cannibalism.

And once the cannibalism starts, the morale and mood of Yan'an Mansion will be extremely low, not to mention dealing with the Song Army's heavy artillery, I am afraid that even their shouting may lead to a complete collapse.

"I know, you go down first."

Li Sen's face was very ugly, but he still sat upright all the time, but his legs were shaking like chaff under the table. He was very confused now and didn't know what to do.He neither dared to open the door to be surrendered by the evil star nor dared to grit his teeth and hold on to the city. Under the dilemma, he has almost turned white overnight.

At this moment, Song Beiyun is also sitting in the big camp and eating lunch. The logistics of the Chang'an army is excellent, and the team is equipped with a cooking team. With a mouthful of hot food, the group of Qiu Ba was already satisfied.

"Sir Song, I'm very strange." Yang Wenguang held the bowl and ate the noodles in it: "Tell me, high-ranking officials pay attention to ostentation when it comes to basic necessities of life, but why don't you pay attention to everything when you come here? , Sleeping on a camp bed, but there is no trace of airs."

Song Beiyun is not surprised by this kind of question, he almost subconsciously replied: "People will pursue some strange things when they don't pursue them at first."

He had discussed this kind of thing with Miao Yan a long time ago, why there are so many corrupt officials and why there are so many extravagances. In fact, to put it bluntly, it is because there is no pursuit in his heart.

This is not much different from middle-aged men starting to fish, string hands, and play with walnuts.People who have a higher level of pursuit in their hearts actually don’t spend much time on these things, just like why so many people gave up their life of luxury and food in the fiery revolutionary years to go to the poor and white Newism, He even did not hesitate to bleed his head and die.

In the face of higher-level pursuits, all prosperity is illusory. Meals are nothing more than food for the stomach, clothes are nothing more than warmth, and can even the most precious ingredients be as precious as the ideals in the heart?Can extravagant fabrics have the brightness and luxury in the eyes?

Only when people are empty, will they use these things to fill their lives. Those who chewed the bark in the fiery age really created a new world.

"That's why I always tell you, don't forget your original intention. You have to strive to be the person you want to be for the rest of your life. Otherwise, once you give up, everyone will become an unrealistic salted fish that pays attention to ostentation. People are over, and the country It's over." Xiao Song put down the noodle bowl: "It's been three days, and they still haven't opened the door to accept the surrender?"

"It seems to be a hard bone." Yang Wenguang wiped his mouth: "If you want me to say, it's better to let the earthworkers blow up the city wall directly, and kill them in one go."

"Then you will know what it means to resist to the death." Song Beiyun smiled and shook his head: "It may be that my name scares these people."

"Then what should I do? It's not a problem to be so exhausted all the time. I promise my brothers to go back for the New Year."

"Shut up!" Song Beiyun frowned: "Such words must never be said on the battlefield. Why go home after the battle to get married and bring brothers back for the New Year? This is a big taboo."

"No... I didn't even know there was such a taboo."

"Now there is." Song Beiyun stood up, opened the curtain and looked at the city in the distance: "Well, listen to my orders, and the camp will advance under the city."

Yang Wenguang didn't need to ask why, he took the order and started to pull out the camp, and the team began to advance under the enemy's city one after another. For such a large-scale war, one mile was almost face-to-face, and even now even The artillery position had to start moving forward, otherwise it might blow up in one's own camp if one was not careful.

After the big camp was re-camped for defense, Song Beiyun ordered all the cooks to start cooking before the battle, and put whatever was good, and the spices were opened.

There were two hundred mouthfuls of large urns that could hold people in, and mutton was stewed inside. The mixed smell of spices and mutton wafted into the tall city walls of Yan'an Mansion.

That's not all, the taste of the bacon stir-frying in the iron pan is even more addictive. Even the guys in Song Junzhong who eat three meals a day can salivate when they smell the aroma.

Poor soldiers guarding the city, looking at the dry bread in their hands, and each person only has half a piece, and smelling the smell of meat wafting from outside the city, they can't tell the pain in their hearts.

"Damn it, these Song soldiers should be damned!" A city guard angrily took a bite of the bread in his hand, and took a deep breath of the meaty smell in the air: "Isn't this born to anger people?"

The lieutenant next to him swallowed his saliva, poked his head out cautiously, and secretly looked down with the "clairvoyance" given to him by a Song businessman. After looking around, he retracted his head and took a deep breath. .

"General Zhu... Song Jun buried a pot outside the city to make rice, and the pot was full of meat..."

When it came to meat, the general couldn't help swallowing his saliva, took the "clairvoyance" and looked away, only to find that there was a big pot outside the city. With this distance and this precious "clairvoyance", That is, what is stewed in the pot can be seen clearly.

"Ouch, mutton bone stick. Hiss...this bacon is so good, it has three layers!"

"General Zhu, don't read it anymore, I'm about to cry."

Hearing his assistant's entreaties, the general sat down against the city wall and sighed softly: "How long has it been since we ate meat?"

"Three months ago, I ate chicken once, and it was a businessman from the Song Dynasty who came here as a filial piety."

"Alas..." Pianjiang shook his head and sighed softly: "If this goes on like this, if you want to eat meat, you may have to eat people."

The generals are like this, and the soldiers below are even more miserable. It is absolutely difficult for people who have never been hungry to understand the feeling of being tossed and turned by hunger and cold and suddenly asking about the smell of food.Their daily ration now consists of half a scone, no oil or salt.

This noodle was as dry as a rock, and after eating it, it turned over in the intestines. There were some pickles, but the supply of pickles was cut off a few days ago, and the Song army bombarded them for days, which made them sleepless. , Don't even dare to risk your head, the mental pressure itself is huge, it's good now... Song Jun didn't come, but the smell of mutton came first.

"The general is bad!"

When Li Sen was picking up a bowl of batter and was about to eat, someone outside rushed to his tent and said out of breath, "General! The Song army has been burying pots and making food since they fell into the camp. Now the army's morale is unstable. Just now The city defender also beheaded two sergeants who wanted to open the city gate to join the enemy without permission, if this continues, they will mutiny, general!"

Hearing this, Li Sen's hands trembled and he didn't hold the bowl in his hand, and the batter spilled all over the floor.

Now there are two roads in front of him, one is to open the city gate and all the soldiers fight a bloody road and withdraw from Yan'an Mansion.The second is to open the door and accept the surrender. Otherwise, if the food and grass are cut off tomorrow, and the Song army outside the city provokes them like this, the camp will mutiny.

But both roads may be a dead end. Li Sen knew that these Xixia soldiers under his command could not fight against the elites of the Song Dynasty. They had guns and cannons. A dead end.

And opening the door... Opening the door means that you will be buried alive.

"You...you go down first, I'll think of a way."

"General..."

Li Sen waved his hand, signaling him to leave quickly.

At this moment, the Song soldiers outside the city began to eat. Each person had a bowl of mutton soup, and each person had a spoonful of oily bacon, paired with freshly steamed buns. I don't know how delicious it tastes.

Those on guard are still on guard, and those who are off duty are sitting around the fire and chatting. They are all rough people, and the things they talk about are also very vulgar, but everyone likes it, and from time to time they can pass it from the camp. There were all kinds of laughing and cursing, but it really didn't look like a war.

"What if there is a surprise attack at this time?" Song Beiyun put down the curtain, turned to Yang Wenguang and asked, "How do you prepare for a surprise attack on the camp?"