Reflect the world

Chapter 166 Human Life Is Worse than a Dog (Part [-])
"Seeing such an army, do you still have the confidence to carry out your plan?"

Guo Jing was wearing armor, with a majestic expression, not angry and majestic, completely different from the chivalrous spirit in the hero meeting.

In such a huge Jianghu, it is the Jianghu's luck to have a character like him.

"I'm still very confident."

He patted Tianwen hanging on his waist, Tianwen was still in the wooden sheath, but Guo Jing did not dare to underestimate the sharpness of this divine sword.

"It will take about half a month for the Mongolian army to launch an attack. It is impossible for hundreds of thousands of troops to gather in a breath. Even if the grassland people live on nomads, it still takes time to gather a huge army, but we don't have much time. .”

Meng Ge's personal conquest, known as an army of 30, this number does not have much water, and may even be more.

There may not be 30 people in all the grassland tribes, but the territory they rule is too vast, and there are countless people for them to squander. For people who are not of the same tribe, they can use them at will, and they will not feel sad no matter how many people die.

It has been one and a half months since Huang Yaoshi and others came to Xiangyang City, and the [-] troops have gathered.

The most Tang Xuanming asked them to do these days was to keep in mind the Mongolian military system, learn some simple Mongolian words, and at the same time remember the different styles of tents for different official positions, which is extremely important for assassination.

In fact, it was more about being prepared. Tang Xuanming wanted them to change their minds and learn about the beheading of special teams that would often be debated on forums in later generations.

He used to argue with people about this issue, but in practice, um, it was still pretty awesome.

After all, there is a big gap between theory and reality. If it weren't for Guo Jing, a commander-in-chief in statistics and operations, who added details in all aspects, Tang Xuan's imagination of Ma Xingkong would not be able to come to fruition at all, and could only end without a problem.

"The Mongolian army is still gathering. Our [-] troops have all been deployed. Their defenses are tight and their advances and retreats are orderly. It is difficult for us to launch an attack at this time. We must rely on you to disintegrate them."

Guo Jing's words were fast and fluent, and he had been watching the assembly of the Mongolian army with cold eyes.

Along with the Mongolian army, there were also scattered residents outside Xiangyang City. They were all the people of Song Dynasty. Even though Guo Jing had called them to leave here many times, they still did not return in time.

At this moment, being driven to the forefront by the Mongolian army, all of them were crying, and if they hesitated a little, they would be greeted with cold swords.

They didn't have much strength at all, but for Da Song, it was an extremely terrifying tactic.

"Let us in!"

"We are the people of Song Dynasty!"

"I'm from Zhangjiazhuang, look, this is my household registration!"

……

Hundreds of Song people were crying outside the city, but the people on the city wall were indifferent.

Those are all the people of the Great Song Dynasty. It is totally unreasonable to kill them like this without letting go of the city gate.

But once the city gate is released, the Mongolian cavalry who follow can rush in without breaking through the complicated city.

What greets everyone is the cruelest death.

That was not the wailing of hundreds of Song people, but the sorrow of hundreds of thousands of Song people in the entire city.

An old man with a thin body fell to the ground. The hunger and cold for many days made him unable to move on, but what greeted him was the cruel smile and the cold butcher knife of the Mongolian Tartars.

With a flash of blood, Tang Xuanming's sharp gaze allowed him to clearly see the old man's head rolling twice on the ground feebly, his lifeless eyes looking at the sky, as if lamenting, mourning, and numb.

"Snapped!"

The horsewhip hit a poorly dressed woman, and the severe pain made the woman tremble all over. She didn't resist. She was so thin that she couldn't resist at all. The Mongolian Tartar with a gun and a sword could only move forward numbly.

Tang Xuanming keenly discovered that most of the hundreds of Song people who were expelled were old people and women. The young and middle-aged had abilities and left long ago.

The young child will be adopted by the Mongols and receive Mongolian education and knowledge from an early age. When he grows up, he will not think that he is a citizen of the Song Dynasty, but will only think that he is a Mongolian.

He will become a warrior who sieges cities and villages, a hero in the eyes of all Mongols, and a nightmare for Song Dynasty.

The countless Mongolian armies are supported by such generations of people in their territory.

Yang Guo was moved and said, "Why didn't we save them?"

Huang Yaoshi and the old naughty boy didn't answer. Huang Yaoshi had seen such a cruel scene before, but the old naughty boy didn't understand and wouldn't think about it.

He has a pure heart and has been exposed to such scenes, but it is difficult to understand, just like a naive child who does not understand the world of adults.

"Because we can't be sure if there are Mongolian spies among them. None of these people have household registrations. No one knows whether they tracked down Mongolian assassins..."

Guo Jing's expression was sad, even though he had seen such scenes many times, he still couldn't let go.

"Moreover, the Mongolian cavalry are hanging behind them, and they can charge at any time. It seems that the distance is hundreds of meters away, but once the city gate is opened, they can take advantage of the situation to rush in..."

Tang Xuanming once argued with people on the Internet about the cruelty and inhumanity of this method, and thought of countless solutions.

But when he really experienced this scene, he still felt extremely shocked. Human lives were like pigs and dogs, being expelled and killed at will.

This is a great sorrow, and it is impossible to experience it without truly being there.

Tang Xuanming once went to the Qin Dynasty, and went to the Tyranny of Qin, which was criticized by countless people in later generations. Even in the era when countless Confucianists criticized behind it, such cruel things never happened.

Bai Qi killed 40 soldiers, that was on the battlefield.

Killing an enemy on the battlefield can increase the rank and rank, but if killing a civilian, the "harsh Tyranny" will kill that soldier and notify the three armies.

"Then just watch them die?"

Yang Guo was excited and trembled all over, his fists were tightly clenched, his nails pierced into the flesh, and there was blood dripping, he didn't even notice it.

With his young personality, he simply cannot accept such a cruel thing.

But everyone present treated him indifferently. Tang Xuanming said in a voice as cold as Jiuyou: "Blood is destined to be repaid with blood. This is an eternal truth."

"We are standing here so that this kind of thing will never happen again. The Mongolian Tartars will not do it, and no one else will do it."

As he spoke, Tang Xuanming looked up at the sky, the sun was setting, and a blood-colored sunset appeared on the horizon. A devilish smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's getting dark, we're going to play, are you ready?"

　emmm, there is something wrong, the update is late, but somehow it caught up, hahahaha(ω)hiahiahia.

　　
　
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