Seiwa

In the 31st year of Hongwu, in the spring and April, the Northern Yuan Dynasty violated the frontier, gathered more than a thousand riders, and attacked Kaiping.

In the history books of later generations, there are usually only a few strokes of border friction between Daming and Beiyuan. Unless Beiyuan came to Daming to kill and set fire to grab food, or the Ming army entered the grassland to kill and set fire to tents, otherwise, historians would never have too many A waste of pen and ink.

The Chinese language is broad and profound, so the more concise the language, the better.

It can be described clearly in a few words, which is naturally good.

For the border troops stationed at Kaipingwei, this battle was not much different from what happened in the past. It was nothing more than you killing me and I killing you.

Pensions and family relocation, etc., have always been implicit and obscure issues in the wicked feudal society, and basically all depend on the conscience of the Shangguan.

Meng Qinghe had just arrived and was not mentally prepared. It was the first time he saw a bloody battlefield, galloping horses, splashing blood, and his hands and feet were unconsciously cold.

People who were born in peaceful times can't imagine how cruel and bloody the battlefield in the cold weapon era is.

Looking down from the top of the city, the cavalry on the grassland looked like a pack of wolves hungry for flesh and blood, baring their sharp fangs, trying to tear a gap from the guard post guarded by the Daming Frontier Army, rushing into it to rob and kill wantonly.

This is the conflict between nomadic civilization and farming civilization, which has existed since the ancient Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, and everything is just for survival.

The so-called transition from frugality to extravagance is easy, but from extravagance to frugality is difficult. It has been less than 200 years since Kublai Khan established the Yuan Dynasty and was replaced by the Ming Dynasty.The nomadic people who were driven back to the grassland lacked everything except a strong will.However, the Emperor Daming accepted his death, and sent troops to the grassland to kill people and set fire to tents at every turn, and he still refused to open the exchange market.If you catch a caravan that dares to sell "contraband goods" to the grassland, it's just one word, kill!

In order to live, even if there are a few ruthless people such as King Yan and King Ning on the opposite side, the nobles and cavalry of the Northern Yuan Dynasty must return to their old business and rob!

Robbing people, food, and livestock, but everything that can be robbed will not be spared.

Grab it when you get the chance, and run away when you get it.

If you can run, you will win, if you can't run, you will return to the embrace of Changshengtian.

In a sense, the way of thinking and the brain circuits of a certain period of time between the Northern Yuan cavalry and the Ming frontier soldiers are similar.

In the past, most of the neighbors on the prairie came to attack with soldiers in autumn, but without him, it was just when the wheat fields were ripe and the livestock were the most fat and strong.

In recent years, the timing of the visit has been brought forward. In the final analysis, it is not because the power of the Northern Yuan Dynasty has increased, or the court that has lost its seal suddenly became hot-headed and passionate, but because life is so sad.

Not only the neighbors in the north had this experience, but the frontier soldiers stationed in Kaipingwei also found that the crops in the fields were getting less and less, and the annual solar terms became more and more abnormal.The farmland reclaimed in previous years was not enough for the guards to use up and down, and more businessmen had to rely on merchants to transport food from other places.Therefore, Emperor Hongwu has to be praised for his foresight. If there is no "Opening the Law" to attract businessmen with salt, I am afraid that the officers and soldiers of the border defense station will have problems eating.

Even so, after the mid-Ming Dynasty, Kaizhong France also gradually collapsed like the Weisuo system.Noble gentry, nobles, and even officials who have read poetry and books are all the driving forces behind it.

People at this time did not know that there was an academic term called "Little Ice Age". They only knew that life was getting worse and worse. The neighbors in the grassland responded by going to the neighbors' houses to grab food. Unwilling to be robbed, Daming naturally rose up to resist. More often it is to go to the neighbor's house to protest.On this point, Emperor Yong Le did particularly well.

Dare to rob my family's grain livestock?Don't tell me if you snatch it back, burn your house down!

The purpose of Meng Qinghe's joining the army is to realize his "ideal", but the process of realizing it does not include fighting people desperately on the battlefield with a big knife.

Life is precious, a person only has one time...well, counting the previous life, he should have it twice.But God should not give him a third chance.

The heavy waist knife was held in his hand, and the sounds of the Northern Yuan cavalry and the frontier army guarding the city could be heard in his ears. For a moment, Meng Qinghe felt genuine fear.

It's embarrassing.

Thinking about it afterwards, Meng Qinghe really wanted to bump his head against the wall.

Even if he went back in time, he couldn't deceive himself, he was indeed afraid.

Ma Zongqi yelled fiercely, Meng Qingjiang and Meng Hu were both stopped under the city wall, Meng Qinghe held a frontier army's standard waist knife in both hands, and it took him a lot of effort to draw the knife out of its sheath The strength and the movement of raising the knife caused a burst of laughter.

The frontier soldiers next to them are all big and three thick Weiwuzi, rolling up their sleeves, their biceps are absolutely shining, and their triceps are bulging, which is not vague at all.

Meng Qinghe was like a teal that broke into a flock of ostriches, no matter how much he jumped, he couldn't reach his shoulder height.

"Ma Zongqi, where did this come from?" An archer tilted his head and grinned, "I'm afraid he's not as tall as my mother-in-law, so he can kill Tartars?"

While speaking, the bowstring sounded, and the flying arrow pierced the eye socket of a Northern Yuan cavalryman.

Meng Qinghe was still wrestling with the waist knife, but he exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't be as mighty as other soldiers, and he couldn't even put on a pose.

"You gang of killers! Brother Meng is a man of great filial piety!"

Ma Zongqi picked up a long bow and handed it to Meng Qinghe, and explained his origin in a few words, which made the surrounding soldiers "revere" Meng Twelve Lang.

"Knowing that I'm here to seek death...it's not easy!"

"Scholar's brains are really extraordinary!"

"Talent! I admire you!"

Let's talk about it, don't delay them from killing the enemy.Arrows rained down on the top of the city, and the offensive of the Northern Yuan cavalry under the city came to a standstill.

The two sides have been dealing with each other for so long that they even know whether the other party has lice or not.

The purpose of the Northern Yuan cavalry was not to take down the acropolis, and it was impossible for the cavalry to do so alone.The people who didn't have time to hide in the city, livestock and early-maturing crops in the field were their main targets.There are also watchtowers scattered on the east and west sides of Kaipingwei. The frontier troops there will definitely not have time to withdraw into the city, and there are no brick and stone fortresses nearby for them to defend.

Every time the Tartars invaded the frontier, these frontier soldiers were almost abandoned.But none of them fled before the battle. Relying on the weapons in their hands, relying on the condescending terrain, they desperately exchanged their lives for their lives, and did not let the Tartars go any further.

Dying for the country is the end of their life.

The Ming army on the city wall could clearly see what was happening on the nearest lookout pier. The only thing they could do was see off their colleagues with red eyes, longbows and crossbows in their hands, and roar at the top of their lungs.

Do you say no clothes?In the same robe as the son.Wang Yuxing taught me to repair my spear.The same hatred with the son.

Do you say no clothes?Same with Zi.Wang Yuxing division, repair my Geji.Work with your son.

Do you say no clothes?Wear the same clothes as your son.Wang Yuxing division, repair my armor soldiers.Walk with the child.

This is the battle song of Han Jiaerlang, flowing in the desert frontier, echoing in the thousands of years of Chinese history.

Every word, every word, at the moment of converging into a sound, carries the flesh, blood and soul of the soldiers.

Suddenly Meng Qinghe was no longer afraid. He put down the longbow that he couldn't draw, and tremblingly grabbed the waist knife again. Unable to hold it with one hand, he used both hands, clenched his teeth, staggered two steps, a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

No one laughed at him anymore, and no one made fun of him anymore.

At this moment, all calculations and thoughts are far away from him, wrapped in desolation and blood, as if his soul has also become silent.

Two bronze cannons cast in the 21st year of Hongwu were pushed out. The muzzles of the cannons were not facing the frontal battlefield, but a lookout pier that was about to be captured by the Northern Yuan cavalry.

The horn sounded again, but it was not the enemy coming from the opposite side, but the city.

The closed city gate suddenly opened, and two teams of Ming cavalry came out on horseback. The two leaders were both wearing mountain armor and holding long knives. among the cavalry.

The sudden impact caused confusion for the attacking Beiyuan cavalry.

At this time, another team of cavalry rushed to help from the direction of Kaiping Zuo Tunwei, and the billowing dust in the distance completely changed the offensive and defensive positions.

The Northern Yuan cavalry in the battlefield only knew that there were two or three groups of enemies constantly cutting up their own team, but the Ming army at the head of the city could clearly see that there were no more than 400 soldiers intruding into the Northern Yuan cavalry formation.

The first person to kill was Shen Xuan who was regarded as a hot potato by Kaipingwei Commander Xu Zhong and Xichengwei Zheng Qianhu.

The general rode his horse, thirsty for blood with his long knife, and killed the enemy under his horse.

Both the armor and the body of the horse have been dyed red by blood donation, and every time the knife is swung, it can bring a rain of blood.

Just one person is like killing a god,

Among the swords and lights, Ming army infantry wearing scarlet mandarin duck battle jackets also assembled. Bronze firecrackers, spears, iron borers, and waist knives formed the Ming army battle formation.

Meng Qinghe didn't know how he got off the wall and how he got on the battlefield. He just instinctively imitated the actions of another frontier soldier, stood in the formation, and raised his waist knife.

"kill!"

The first time he killed someone, the first time his hands were stained with blood, and when he met those fierce eyes that gradually dimmed, all his feelings were already numb.

Suddenly there was a huge force from behind, and Ma Zongqi's roar sounded, "You sour, why are you in a daze! Don't die!"

It was only then that Meng Qinghe realized that he had almost walked through the gate of hell, and before he could thank him, a cavalry soldier from the Northern Yuan Dynasty had already swung his knife and cut off Ma Zongqi.

He wanted to rush over, even if he could stop it, even if he pushed Ma Zongqi away like before...

The sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood was so clear, everything seemed to be in slow motion.

Meng Qinghe couldn't make a sound, and could only watch Ma Zongqi collapse like a mountain, slowly, little by little, falling to the ground.

Bright red blood spurted out from his mouth, staining his battle jacket and Meng Qinghe's eyes red.

Hatred, anger, killing intent!

Before today, they were even strangers!

Ma Zongqi fell, but the Northern Yuan cavalry did not stop. Meng Qinghe watched the saber swing down, suddenly gained strength in his hand, bent down and grabbed a spear, and fiercely aimed at the Northern Yuan cavalry. The waist and abdomen were pierced.

If he could still survive, he would definitely feel that such a move was extremely stupid.

But now, he only wanted to do this, and he had to do it!

Because he is a human being, a Ming soldier!

And here is the battlefield.

The spear tip pierced the enemy's flank, but the long knife above his head did not fall.

Meng Qinghe looked up, only seeing the heads of Beiyuan cavalry rolling down and the generals galloping past.

People on horseback are like blades, like swords and halberds, like the cold wind tearing through the frontier fortress, raising a sense of war.

I couldn't see the face clearly, only those cold eyes and the bloody and evil spirit all over my body.

A chill suddenly rose from behind, and for a moment, Meng Qinghe actually felt that the Ming general in front of him was more terrifying than the Tartar who wanted to take his life before.