Nolan Meng's Timeless Tales Chapter 10

In the spring and April of the thirty-first year of Hongwu's reign, Beiyuan invaded the border area and gathered more than a thousand people on horseback to attack Kaiping.

In the history books of later generations, there are usually only a few mentions of the border friction between the Ming Dynasty and the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Unless the Northern Yuan Dynasty came to the Ming Dynasty to kill people, set fire to grab food, or the Ming army entered the grasslands, killed people and set fire to tents, otherwise historians would never write too much about it. What a waste of pen and ink.

The Chinese language is broad and profound, so when speaking, doing things, and writing articles, it is natural that the simpler the better.

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

For the frontier troops stationed at Kaipingwei, this battle was not much different from those that had happened before. It was nothing more than you killing me and me killing you. Killing the Tatars was a military achievement, and being killed by the Tatars was considered over.

Pensions and placement of children have always been subtle and obscure issues in the evil feudal society, and it basically all depends on the Shangguan's conscience.

Nolan Meng arrived for the first time and was not mentally prepared. For the first time, he saw the bloody battlefield, galloping horses, splattered blood, and his hands and feet were unconsciously cold.

People born in peaceful times simply cannot imagine how cruel and bloody the battlefields of the cold weapon era were.

Looking down from the top of the city, the cavalry on the grassland were like wolves hungry for flesh and blood, baring their sharp fangs, trying to tear a gap from the guard post guarded by the Ming border army, and rush in to rob and kill wantonly.

This is the conflict between nomadic civilization and agricultural civilization. It has existed since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Everything is just for survival.

The so-called transition from frugality to luxury is easy, but from luxury to frugality is difficult. It took less than two hundred years from the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty by Kublai Khan to its replacement by the Ming Dynasty. The nomads who were driven back to the grassland lacked everything except a strong will. However, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty accepted death and sent troops to the grassland to kill people and set fire to tents at every turn, and refused to open a trade between life and death. If we catch a caravan that dares to go to the grassland to sell "prohibited goods", there is only one word, kill!

In order to survive, even if they are facing a few ruthless people such as King Yan and King Ning, the nobles and cavalry of Beiyuan must return to their old business of robbery!

They robbed people, robbed grain, and robbed livestock. They would not let go of anything that could be robbed.

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

If you can run, you will be considered a victory; if you can't run, you will return to the embrace of Changshengtian.

In a sense, the thinking methods of the Beiyuan cavalry and the Ming frontier soldiers are similar to the brain circuits of a certain period of time.

In the past, most of the neighbors on the grassland invaded in the autumn, when the wheat fields were ripe and the livestock were fattest and strong.

In recent years, the time for visits has been getting earlier and earlier. The fundamental reason is not that the power of the Northern Yuan Dynasty has increased, or that the imperial court that even lost its seal suddenly became hot-headed and passionate, but because life is really too sad. .

It was not just the neighbors to the north who had this experience. The border soldiers stationed at Kaiping Guard also discovered that Tianzhong's output was getting less and less, and the solar terms every year were becoming more and more abnormal. The farmland reclaimed in previous years is simply not enough to cover the up and down expenses of the health post, and more needs to be relied on merchants to transport food from other places. From this, we have to praise Emperor Hongwu's foresight. Without the "Kaizhong Law" to attract businessmen with salt, I am afraid that the officers and soldiers of the border guard station would have problems eating.

Even so, after the mid-Ming Dynasty, the Kaizhong method gradually collapsed like the Weisuo system. Gentlemen, nobles, and even officials who were well-educated in poetry and books were 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 harder and harder. The grassland neighbors responded by going to their neighbors' homes to grab grain. Ming Dynasty, who was not willing to be robbed, naturally rose up to resist. More often than not, they go to their neighbors homes to protest. In this regard, Emperor Yongle was particularly outstanding.

Dare you rob my familys food and livestock? Not to mention snatching it back, I will burn your house down too!

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

Life is precious, a person only has one...well, counting the previous life, he should have two. But God probably won't give him a third chance.

Holding the heavy waist knife in his hand, his ears were filled with the shouts of killing from the Beiyuan cavalry and the defenders of the city. For a moment, Nolan Meng felt real fear.

Very shameful.

Thinking about it afterwards, Nolan Meng wanted to hit his head against the wall.

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

Mr. Ma shouted something fiercely. Meng Qingjiang and Meng Hu were both blocked under the city wall. Nolan Meng held a standard waist knife of the border army in both hands. It took him a lot of effort just to unsheath the knife. His strength and the action of raising the knife even caused a burst of laughter.

The few border soldiers next to him were all tall and powerful men. They rolled up their sleeves, their biceps were absolutely shining, and their triceps were bulging. There was no ambiguity at all.

Nolan Meng was like a water duck that broke into a flock of ostriches. No matter how much he jumped, he could not reach the height of others' shoulders.

"Mr. Ma Qi, where did this come from?" An archer tilted his head and grinned, "Is he not as tall as my mother-in-law? Can he kill Tatars?"

As he spoke, the bowstring sounded, and the flying arrow pierced the eye socket of a Beiyuan cavalryman.

Nolan Meng was still struggling with his sword. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't be as powerful as other soldiers. He couldn't even strike a pose.

"You guys are a bunch of killers! Brother Meng is a very filial man!"

General Ma picked up a long bow and handed it to Nolan Meng, and explained his origin in a few words, which made the surrounding soldiers "respect" Nolan Meng.

"Knowing that you are here to die...it's not easy!"

"The mind of a scholar is indeed extraordinary!"

"Talent! I admire you!"

After all, let them kill the enemy without delay. There was a hail of arrows at the top of the city, and the offensive of the Beiyuan cavalry below the city stalled.

The two parties have been dealing with each other for so long that they even know whether the other party has lice on his body.

The purpose of the Beiyuan cavalry was not to capture the acropolis. The cavalry alone could not do it. The people, livestock and early-maturing crops in the fields who had not had time to hide in the city were their main targets. There are also observation piers scattered on the east and west sides of Kaiping Guard. The border troops there will definitely not have time to withdraw into the city, and there are no brick and stone border forts nearby for them to use as defense.

Every time the Tatars invaded the border, these border troops were almost all abandoned. But none of them escaped in the face of the battle. They relied on the weapons in their hands and the condescending terrain to fight for their lives without letting the Tatars go any further.

Dying for the country is the end of their lives.

The Ming troops on the city wall could clearly see what was happening on the nearest observation platform. The only thing they could do was to send off their comrades with red eyes, using their long bows and powerful crossbows, and roaring at the top of their lungs.

How can I say that I have no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son. The king raised his army and repaired my spear and spear. I share the same hatred with my son.

How can I say that I have no clothes? Tongze with Zi. The king raised his troops and repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with your son.

How can I say that I have no clothes? He wears the same clothes as his son. The king raised his troops and repaired my armor. Go with me.

This is the war song of the Han family, flowing in the desert and frontier fortress, echoing in the history of China for thousands of years.

Every word, every word, at the moment it is gathered into a sound, carries the flesh, blood and soul of the soldier.

Nolan Meng suddenly lost his fear. He put down the long bow that could not be drawn, and tremblingly grabbed the waist knife again. Unable to hold it with one hand, he used both hands, gritted his teeth, staggered two steps, and a trace of blood flowed from 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 were far away from him, wrapped in desolation and blood, as if his soul had 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 platform that was about to be captured by the Beiyuan cavalry.

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

The closed city gate suddenly opened, and two teams of Ming army cavalry rode out. The two leading men were both wearing mountain armor and holding long knives. They were leading the way. The Ming army cavalry was like two sharp spears, hammering into the Northern Yuan Dynasty. among the cavalry.

The sudden impact caused confusion among the attacking Beiyuan cavalry.

At this time, another group of cavalry rushed to help from the direction of Kaiping Zuotunwei. The billowing sand and dust stirred up in the distance completely caused the offensive and defensive positions to change.

The Beiyuan cavalry in the battlefield only knew that there were two or three groups of enemies constantly cutting their own ranks. However, the Ming army at the top of the city could clearly see that the full number of Beiyuan cavalry who broke into the formation could not be counted as three or four hundred.

The first person to be killed was Shen Xuan, who was regarded as a hot potato by Kaiping Guard Commander Xu Zhong and Xicheng Guard Zheng Qianhu.

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

The armor and the horse's body have been dyed red with donated blood, and every time he swings the sword, it can bring a rain of blood.

Just one person is like a killing god,

During the interlacing of swords and lights, the infantry of the Ming army wearing vermilion mandarin duck war coats also gathered out. Copper fire blunderbuss, spears, iron boring machines and waist knives formed the Ming army's battle formation.

Nolan Meng didn't know how he walked down the city and onto the battlefield. He just instinctively imitated the actions of another frontier soldier, standing in the formation and raising his sword.

"kill!"

The first time he killed someone, the first time his hands were stained with blood, and when he faced those fierce but dimming eyes little by little, all the feelings were numb.

Suddenly a huge force came from behind, and Mr. Ma's roar sounded, "You sour Ding, why are you in such a daze! You don't want to die!"

Only then did Nolan Meng realize that he had barely managed to reach the gate of hell. Before he could thank him, a Beiyuan cavalryman had already slashed his sword at Mr. Ma's flag.

He wanted to pounce on him, even if he could stop him, even if he could push Mr. Ma away like before...

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

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

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

Hatred, anger, murderous intent!

Before today, they were even strangers!

General Ma's flag fell, but the Beiyuan cavalry did not stop. Nolan Meng watched helplessly as the saber fell, and suddenly gained strength in his hand. He bent down and grabbed a spear, and pointed it fiercely at the Beiyuan cavalry. The waist and abdomen were pierced.

If he could still live, he would definitely find this behavior extremely stupid.

But now, he just wants to do this and must do it!

Because he is a human being, a Ming Dynasty soldier!

And here is the battlefield.

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

Nolan Meng looked up and saw only the falling heads of the Beiyuan cavalry and the generals galloping past.

The people on horseback are like blades, like swords and halberds, like the cold wind tearing through the border fortress, raising the intention of war.

The face couldn't be seen clearly, only the cold eyes and the blood and evil aura all over his body.

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