Reflect the world

Chapter 170 Hell Yama (Part [-])
"That's not true. The mighty power of Emperor Zhenwu Destroys Demons is unpredictable. I heard that the group of Mongolian Tartars at the border was beaten and retreated steadily. Guo Jing, the commander of an army of [-], captured tens of thousands of horses, but Song Dynasty never got any. Great harvest."

"The capital is already training the cavalry intensively. I heard that I will invade Mongolia and rule the land of Mongolia in the future."

A group of diners always have endless topics to talk about, especially at the feet of the emperor, and discussions about politics can always interest everyone.

"Hey! If you want me to say, the frontier will be able to advance smoothly soon, reach the former Henan, and regain the lost territory of the Song Dynasty. In just one month, tens of thousands of Mongolian Tartars were beheaded. I heard that the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were not injured. , who can do such a mighty thing?"

A young diner was the most radical, his face flushed with excitement, as if he wanted to rush into Xiangyang City and face the Mongolian Tartars with those warriors of the Song Dynasty.

"Hey, you want to join the army. I heard that the soldiers at the border can get ten acres of land for every person they kill, and they don't need to pay taxes. My uncle's son killed three enemies at the border. Their family was suffering, and even the land I can’t even afford it, and I’m about to become a refugee, not to mention how moist life is now, even wearing silk and satin.”

"I really want to go to the border gate to kill the enemy. I heard that in the past month at the border gate, no one has been killed in battle. Moreover, there is protection from heaven and man. Even if they die in battle, life is easy. Yan Luo must not dare to be too harsh..."

"Those who dare to go to the border to kill the enemy are really warriors. Your uncle's son is really a warrior."

The hall was full of heat, and the young people's faces were slightly moved, as if they couldn't bear to go to the border to kill the enemy and serve the country.

Reading and literacy is one way, but the imperial examination is too difficult. Every year, only a few people enter high school, and most of the rest become green leaves. Some people have never passed high school for decades. What a sad, wasted life.

Instead of this, it is better to try your luck at the border.

There are many hurdles in the imperial examination, and if the joints of the invigilator and the joint examiner are not connected, even if you write a beautiful essay, it will be difficult to pass the high school.

And now Bianguan is obviously going to open up another path of ascent, and people with insight can see that Bianguan will definitely be a road to prosperity next.

It's just that you need to put your head on your trouser belt and fight to the death to gain fame. This is another problem.

"I want to go to the border to kill the enemy. Even if I die in battle, my family will be given land and tax exemption for ten years, which is enough."

"Go together, maybe we can make a name for ourselves in the future."

Faced with such radical words, the shopkeeper who once served at the border just touched his round belly, a little sad and a little excited.

Following the heated discussions, the red-faced young men said, "It's not that easy to make meritorious deeds at the border."

"Hey, it's different now, shopkeeper!"

"Now the border is protected by heaven and man."

"Promotion is just around the corner! Shopkeeper, don't be envious!"

……

The young man was high-spirited, and the shopkeeper didn't persuade him much, but just sighed faintly.

Thinking of Paoze who fought with him at the border back then, he was also a warrior who could carry more than [-] kilograms of armor, and there were even more brave existences who joined the army with him, but he returned after a hundred battles, and now he is the only one who runs the Restaurant, but the former Pao Zeduo is no longer there.

Looking at the group of impassioned teenagers, the middle-aged shopkeeper didn't say much, but said in his heart: "I only hope that under the protection of heaven and man, you can all come back!"

……

In Xiangyang, the abnormal situation for a month has made the Mongolian general extremely vigilant.

They have retreated ten miles in a row, but the Mongolian army is still panicked.

Every once in a while, thousands of Mongolian warriors die silently, leaving only a headless corpse.

The message from the ecstasy envoy spread among the army, and everyone felt terrified and uneasy.

The prairie men who lived and died on horseback were never afraid of death. Let them attack cities and pull out villages, and they will not stop if they lose their limbs.

But they are most afraid of this kind of silent death, which is as silent as a ghost, like a ghost.

"Did we kill too much, which caused the dissatisfaction of Hell Yama?"

A thin man in the prairie had a sad face, even a little fear, and his silent death was more terrifying than the exploding sacrifice on the battlefield.

"Hey, I don't believe in Hell Yama, I only believe in the sword in my hand."

Another man with a strong body and a broad chest patted the knife on his waist with disdain, but there was still a trace of unconcealable fear between his brows.

"A man as brave as Mr. Talei Mudeng died silently after night fell, leaving only a headless corpse. How long can we live?"

The thin man looked at Xiangyang City with fear all over his face.

"Did Changshengtian abandon us? The incarnate celestial being of the Great Song Dynasty is really the reincarnation of Yama. Wherever he goes, the warriors of Mongolia will die there."

Another rough man was furious, grabbed another man by the collar and said, "Dadamu, have you been frightened by Da Song's people who are as weak as lambs? How could such a cowardly person like you be born in the grassland?" ?”

The emaciated prairie man danced like crazy, and said in a broken voice: "You don't understand, you don't understand, you didn't collect the corpses of those brothers, you don't understand, the entire camp has no trace of resistance, everyone Dead, no matter how valiant the steppe warriors lie there, headless."

"I will never forget that scene for the rest of my life. They didn't have any extra scars on their bodies. Except for the knife on their necks, they couldn't find the slightest injury on their bodies. It seemed that their souls had been taken away, and they could no longer fly into Changsheng. God, they will sink into the hell of the Han people forever."

Hearing such words, the rough Mongolian man frowned, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

These days, such rumors have spread throughout the Mongolian army. There are often strong Mongolian men who ask those Han people who were not favored by them in the past, and ask about the myths and legends of those Han people.

Especially about hell, they know the impermanence of black and white, and the eighteen levels of hell.

Know that killing creates sin.

Cooperating with the tens of thousands of people who died silently, it caused a great blow to the entire Mongolian army.

It was not a physical blow, but a psychological blow.

Even though the Mongolian general has stopped it many times and even cut off many heads, there is still no way to stop the spread of this kind of rumor, it just makes the way of spreading this kind of rumor more secretive.

(End of this chapter)