In the first year of Chunyou, Mongolian cavalry entered Shu again.
That year, he was nine years old.
His hometown was in flames, his parents died in the rebellion, and his younger brother died in his arms. When the city was destroyed, he knelt in front of the fleeing Song Army horses, crying and begging for help to go back and save his home.
No one looked back.
Eighteen years later.
The Mongolian Khan Meng Ge personally led an army to attack the Song Dynasty, and his troops were directed towards Sichuan and Shu.
But the child who crawled out from the pile of dead people back then was already wearing armor and standing on the top of Diaoyu City.
In this battle, he only wanted to protect the people behind him.
But I didn't expect——
The Great Khan of Mongolia died here.
The behemoth that swept thousands of miles shed blood before his eyes for the first time.
He also understood for the first time:
Mongolia is not a natural disaster.
The Song Dynasty did not necessarily deserve to die.
Since then, history has taken a different path.
Sichuan, Jingxiang, Lianghuai, Yangtze River, Lin'an...
From a homeless orphan in Shu to a commander in charge of hundreds of thousands of troops, he spent forty years doing only one thing -
Let this land and rivers no longer need a nine-year-old child kneeling on the roadside, begging someone to save his home.
Many years later, someone asked him:
"How long can the Song Dynasty last?"
He looked north and only answered:
"It's not like we can last for a few more years."
"From today on, it's their turn to think about how many years they can survive."
