Meng Gong, the commander of Jinghu and Sichuan Propaganda and Fufu, led his troops into Sichuan for the second time.

The news that the Sichuan commander Chen Longzhi died in Chengdu City in the battle shocked the Southern Song Dynasty to the great victory in Luzhou. What is slightly different is that the latter brings joy, while the former brings fear.

Chen Longzhi was the first major in the battle of Song and Mongolia, which meant that the war between the Southern Song and Mongolia had entered a new stage.

Sichuan's situation was just getting better and collapsed immediately. The area in Sichuan, which had no natural barrier, was like a hurricane passing through the border. The Mongolian soldiers were empty everywhere, and the prefectures and counties and prefectures and counties either opened the city to surrender or were slaughtered after being broken. The people once again experienced a large-scale escape wave.

Along the way from Chengdu Prefecture to Gongzhou Prefecture, panicked refugees were endless, calling their children and bringing their families to their families. Some white-haired old men beg for food on the roadside, some old and weak who were unbearable for fear and hardships died on the roadside, no one collected the bodies, and some young children cried and died of their parents who died of dying from haggardness. No one paid attention to them. There are various ways of life, bitterness and suffering, and they all said.

The entire eastern Sichuan became nervous, and Peng Daya had no other way to build a city like crazy. He not only built a city in Gongzhou Prefecture, but also selected places to build a city on the mountains along the way from Gongzhou Prefecture to Kuizhou Road. He used the mountains as forts and stretched into lines. With the help of the mountainous steep terrain in eastern Sichuan, he built a roughly large-scale mountain fort defense.

Meng Gong's focus was on the Kaizhou area of ​​Kuimen. He recognized Peng Daya's measures very much. In the premise that Sichuan was unable to compete with the Mongolian army, sticking to its intentions would be a solution in the future.

As long as we can hold on to the entrance from Sichuan to Jinghu Lake, we will be in chaos in Shu. Meng Gong faced much more pressure in Xiangfan than here. After all, once Xiangyang was broken, the Mongols passed the Yangtze River, the Southern Song Dynasty was not far from destroying the country.

"Mr. Peng, Gongzhou Prefecture is an important town in eastern Sichuan and a key area for defense in the river. If there is any loss, Kuizhou will be worried, so this place cannot be lost. The nearby city guards should be gathered together, properly placed, distributed in nearby forts, and migrate the people to it to form a network-shaped defensive layout. Only when one place has urgent support for each other can it be safe."

In the Office of the General Office in Gongzhou Prefecture, Meng Gong was directing a discussion with Peng Daya in front of a large golden map hanging on the wall. There were several huge black arrows on the map, each pointing from different directions to the small red dots representing Gongzhou Prefecture.

Standing with Peng Daya, who is slightly fat, Meng Gong looks delicate and thin, with a long beard flowing on his jaw, making him both the strength of a military general and the elegance of a civil servant. Even if he does not have armor piercing, his casual round-necked warrior uniform still shows the inherent calmness of a generation of famous generals. Two thick black eyebrows on his face with a Chinese character are often frowning together, his eyes are shining brightly, and his righteousness is not angry and powerful.

"Mr. Meng said that, however, the soldiers who can fight in Sichuan were defeated by Chen Longzhi in Chengdu. Here are all new recruits and old people. Although there are nearly 20,000 people, they are useless. There are also a large gap in military weapons and armor. It is difficult to defend Gongzhou by relying solely on these forces." Peng Daya didn't care much about it. At the critical moment of life and death, he had to face it.

Meng Gong looked at him, turned around and sat down on a chair, tidied up his robe, and said calmly: "Don't worry, Lord Peng, you can all be assigned to you by Sichuan soldiers on Kuizhou Road. As for the defense there, I have sent my clan brother Meng Ying to lead the army to Guizhou, Xiazhou, and Meng Zhang lead the army to Fengzhou to ensure your retreat. You just need to concentrate on dealing with it in person."

"This..." Peng Daya felt that Meng Gong did not understand what he meant. He said it was a bit tactful. The central idea was to express that he was unable to protect the Tongchuan Mansion Road, and hoped to borrow some of Meng Gong's Huguang soldiers for use.

So his face turned slightly red, and he simply made a clear request: "What the Xiaguan means is, can you please send a strong general to help... Oh, no, it is Xiaguan who assists him and defends the front line of Gongzhou..."

Halfway through his words, he saw Meng Gong staring at him, and his eyes became extremely cold, his eyes were full of contempt, and his heart was "splied" and he couldn't continue to say anything.

The atmosphere became embarrassing and embarrassing. Peng Daya was like a duck whose throat was pinched by someone. He grunted for a long time, but he just didn't know what to say.

So after a while, Meng Gong spoke extremely seriously: "Mr. Peng, I was appointed as the governor of Huangzhou a few years ago. I was dispatched by the court and ordered to go south to rescue Jiangling. Do you know how many soldiers I had at that time?"

"Uh? This... I don't know." Peng Daya wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Five thousand, five thousand soldiers." Meng Gong stretched out five fingers and raised them in the air, giving Peng Daya a feeling that he wanted to slap him in the face, and he couldn't help but tremble secretly.

Fortunately, the slap was not slapped down. Meng Gong continued, "There are 100,000 Mongolians on the other side of the Yangtze River. Although there are some broken Song Dynasty officials along the Jiangling coast, they are still scattered and cannot gather together. However, the situation I face is a hundred times more critical than Sichuan. Many people say that Jiangling is unsuccessful and has a dead end. We should retreat to protect Hunan and Xiang."

"But I survived. Not only did I save Jiangling, but I also sat here to talk to you all the time." Meng Gong put down his hand and pressed his knees: "So, everything can be done, it depends on whether you dare or not. Do you say there are no soldiers in your hands, which is more soldiers than I did in the past? You said that all the natural dangers are lost and there is no barrier. Is Gongzhou Prefecture a barrier?"

"As for you to want Huguang troops to enter Sichuan to help you, that is impossible. Huguang troops must garrison Xiangfan. If you don't have the remaining strength to enter Sichuan to help you, you can stalk Kuimen and guard your retreat, even if you have the greatest support. You have to rely on yourself."

"The imperial court transferred you to this position, and it was not for you to ask for help when encountering trouble. If the commander of the town should have the awareness of living and dying with the town, thinking about how to protect the country and protect the people. Although Chen Longzhi was a little radical, he could die under the city of Hanzhou and would rather be killed by the Mongols than deceive the Hanzhou city gate. He is your role model!"

The words were like pearls, and every word was piercing. Peng Daya heard it and his face was red and white. He bowed and said ashamed: "I understand, please don't worry, even if this body turns into powder, Gongzhou City will not be lost!"

"That's great!" Meng Gong stood up and said, untied his sword from his waist, and joined a pair of newly-engraved commanders to mobilize the army. He handed it to Peng Daya with both hands: "This sword is given to you, Chen Long died for the country. You are the one who is in charge of the overall situation in Sichuan. The heavy burden is tied to you. I hope to meet you in the future. This sword will bring blood to the Northern Territory. You will return it to your own official."

Peng Daya's eyes were filled with tears, not knowing how much he felt or felt self-pity. He took the sword and tiger talisman and lowered his head to receive orders.

At the top of Gongzhou city, the building is filled with storms.

Hundreds of miles away from Gongzhou, on the winding mountain road from Jianzhou to Hezhou, a team of more than a thousand people was rushing to the road. They did not walk on the avenue and walked along the sheep-incid path. Although they were staggering, they did not dare to stop. They encouraged each other and marched in a hurry.

This is a Song army, with almost everyone being injured, and the armor was crooked and exhausted. They didn't even attack the banner. I don't know where the defeated soldiers came from. When the Mongolian cavalry had swept to the vicinity of Suizhou Ningfu on the edge of the Chengdu Plain, this team was still able to maintain the establishment of the army and carry out the army. It was rare.

Walking at the forefront was a burly man, dressed in an inappropriate uniform, rolled up his sleeves and lifted his hem, wearing a pair of hemp shoes, but an iron helmet, a scattered beard with a little unknown blood stain, holding a big knife and striding heavily.

This is Wang Kui, the prefect of Hanzhou in the Song Dynasty.
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