The setting sun shone on a bay of sand, and several tired figures came down from the boat.

"Brother, sir, have arrived ashore."

"This brother, I'm at the ground, get off the boat."

The old man and the thin young man greeted him again and again. The young man with short buzz cut and weird clothes was like a weirdo, Mu Lang was stunned and turned a deaf ear.

The girl tied the cable to the wooden stake on the beach, glanced at Zhao Lie, and wrinkled her nose: "There is another weird person."

The old man shook his head and said to the thin young man and the palace maid: "Let's go, go to the house to rest first, let the gentleman and the monk quietly, and come and call them later."

The four of them carried all kinds of salvaged items and slowly left, leaving several rows of messy footprints on the beach.

The dusk mist was heavy, not as depressed as Zhao Lie at this moment.

Is there anything more terrifying in this world than death? Yes, that is, as soon as you travel through time, you become a slave to the deceased country.

Yes, if you travel to other dynasties, even at the end of the dynasty, it will be just a change of dynasties, and you can happily be a citizen of the new dynasty. If you travel to the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, you will be a real slave to the country and a fourth-class person.

The Five Barbarians invaded China, the rebellion between the Song and Yuan dynasties, the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the three major disasters of the Han people! I did something that was angry and resentful to the heavens, why did I send myself here? I am obviously a martyr, okay?

The deceased slaves are still in the future, but the killing is near. The bloody scene just now stimulated him too much. Until now, the cliff jumper was still full of despair, dense floating corpses, the fire soaring into the sky, the tragic cry, and the lingering smell of blood that lingers at his nose...

"Little novice, Ma underestimated you. I didn't expect that people outside the country would also be so worried about the country. I dare to ask for the Dharma name..."

The disordered thoughts were interrupted. Zhao Lie looked back and saw the weird man bowing to him with a sincere look on his face. Zhao Lie touched the buzz cut on the touchpad, and it seemed that his name as a monk was confirmed. It's okay, otherwise it would be impossible to explain clearly.

Zhao Lie also imitated the other party and bowed: "I have returned to secular life, and my secular name is Zhao Lie."

"In Xiaxiangshan, Ma Nanchun, whose name is Zhongping, is currently under Zhang Shu Mansion as the deputy commander." The strange man pushed his wet and scattered hair to his shoulders, straightened his black beard under his jaw, revealing his true face. He had heavy eyebrows, broad eyes, straightened his nose, and broad mouth, and was handsome.

Seeing that Zhao Lie's expression was not changed, Ma Nanchun didn't think it was strange. It was not surprising that the despicable man from Shanye did not know the name of the Shufu and his official position.

After some adjustments, Ma Nanchun's mentality has calmed down. He took a deep breath, turned his head north, and paused: "The country has been destroyed and the family has not yet perished. My family in Xiangshan is still there. I will still have a breath. I will deal with the Yuan thieves to the end!" He turned his face to stare at Zhao Lie, "My brother Ma Nanbao, once offered food for Duan Zongnan, and authorized the Minister of Works. Last month, my brother wrote to him, saying that he would recruit five hundred soldiers from his hometown, and wanted to go to Lishan to help the battle. Unfortunately, he was infected with the cold before leaving, and failed to make a move... God did not allow Yuan thieves to take up this life, nor did he let God down. He embraced this body, returned to his hometown, and fought again. Brother Zhao, I think you are also a strong man, and he is even more worried about the country. Why not follow a certain person and unite the heroes from all directions to fight for righteous acts."

If Zhao Lie did not understand the direction of history, he might have been inspired by Ma Nanchun's passionate words at this moment. However, he really knew that 1279, after the mountain, there was no more China. This was the ending of history, and manpower could not be restored. But if you understand, what should you do if you want to be a low-class person and be unwilling to give up?

Zhao Lie became more and more troubled as he thought about it. He rubbed his temples hard and said, "Let me think about it first... By the way, Brother Ma knows how this naval battle ends like this? Song army... Our army is no less than the Yuan army."

Ma Nanchun smiled bitterly: "Ma is a guest of Zhang Shu Mansion. He is in the deputy capital and is in charge of the order. How could he not know?"

This is the second time that Ma Nanchun mentioned "Zhang Shu Mansion". Zhao Lie asked curiously: "Who is Zhang Shu Mansion?"

Ma Nanchun put his sleeves together and bowed eastward: "Taifu, Duke of Yue, Deputy Privy Councilor, Zhang Gong Shijie."

Zhao Lie opened his eyes wide, Zhang Shijie, anyone who knows the "Battle of Yashan" must know this person, because the commander of this battle is this man.

Ma Nanchun probably felt depressed. In addition, he was depressed after the defeat and had a very urge to talk. It was rare that there was a good listener, so he roughly explained the situation between the Song and Yuan sides before the naval battle. When talking about Zhang Shijie's determination to fight to the death with the enemy, burned the enemy to the death, formed a chain of ships, and made a character. He was anchored in the sea, and the middle of the middle house was covered with a large rope. The buildings were like a city wall, and the Song Lord lived in it as a plan to die.

"... Zhang Shu Mansion connected more than a thousand large ships to form a water camp. Tens of thousands of soldiers were blindly defending and unable to take offensives. Although they were killed, they were unable to survive. The Yuan thief occupied Haikou and blocked our army's way of drawing firewood. Our army was short of food and water, which made us thirsty and drank sea water..."

Zhao Lie shook his head repeatedly. Drinking sea water will make him feel thirsty and weaker, causing various diseases. Before the battle was fought, the Song army lost half. He couldn't help but say, "I have heard of this Battle of Red Cliff? The serial ships are most afraid of fire attacks. Zhang Shi... Why did Mr. Zhang form such a formation?"

Ma Nanchun looked at Zhao Lie in surprise: "Did Cao, Sun and Liu's Battle of Red Cliffs during the Three Kingdoms? Did the Zhao brothers actually know this battle? How could Zhang Gong not know? The Tartars also sent fireboats to attack, and were blocked by cross-woods in the water camp outside the camp. The boats were painted with wet mud and ashes, and the rockets were shot without any damage. Instead, they were sunk and killed by our army..."

Zhao Lie was embarrassed, but he was talking about the war on paper, so he really couldn't underestimate the ancients.

"Brother Ma didn't mention any constructive...uh, this is a good idea?"

"Why didn't you mention it?" Ma Nanchun angrily attacked the side, and then sighed again, "Before the Tartars arrived, Ma had proposed to Zhangshu's Mansion, 'If the northern troops block the sea with boats, I cannot advance or retreat, so I will take over it first! Fortunately, I will win, which is a blessing for the country; if I cannot win, I can still go west.' Unfortunately, Zhangshu's Mansion is afraid that the soldiers will be in the sea for a long time, and they will disperse when they move. So he said, 'When will it be long before sailing? Now we must decide the victory or defeat,' and so we did this..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Lie slapped his thigh: "It turns out that you are the one who made this suggestion!"

Ma Nanchun's suggestion was recorded in history, but historical records only provide advice but not the person who offered advice. Unexpectedly, this person with a strong tactical vision was right in front of him.

Ma Nanchun was puzzled and said in confusion: "What does Brother Zhao mean?"

Zhao Lie yelled, and just as he didn't know how to explain, he suddenly seemed to have some sense of it. He grabbed the oars and shouted at some point in the beach rocks: "Who is hiding there? Come out!"

At this time, the sky was dark and the stars were gone. A small figure slowly poked out behind the reef. The timid Lord said, "Grandma...Grandma asked me to ask this monk and gentleman to go back to the house to eat."

It turned out to be the grandson of the old man on the boat. Zhao Lie hurriedly put down the oars and called the other party to approach. With the faint starlight, it was vaguely seen that he was a thin black boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a fat dress that was obviously not suitable, rolled up his sleeves and trousers, thin arms and legs, and his head was about the same height as an ordinary eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

Zhao Lie touched his own pencil and stated again: "I am not a great monk. Uh, I used to be, but now I am still secular. Just call me Brother Zhao. What's your name?"

"Ding, Ding Xiaoyao."

"Come here, get closer." Zhao Lie pulled the boy over and patted his thin shoulders, "Why don't you come here directly? Why don't you hide?"

Ding Xiaoyao peeked at Ma Nanchun and swallowed: "Sister said, there is one... there is one..."

Zhao Lie glanced at Ma Nanchun and laughed: "Is there a weird guy?"

Ding Xiaoyao did not dare to answer the conversation, and Ma Nanchun smiled bitterly and shook his head.

It turned out that the girl was Ding Xiaoyao's sister. Zhao Lie remembered something and asked casually: "Did your grandfather say how he discovered me?"

Ding Xiaoyao scratched his head: "Grandma didn't say it, sister said it."

Zhao Lie's expression narrowed: "What do you say to your sister?"

"Sister said that she was shocked when she saw you suddenly popping out of the sea and almost hit you with her oars. Later, she saw you floating on the sea and moved from time to time, and then she salvaged you onto the boat."

"In the sea?" Zhao Lie touched his chin, puzzled. How could it emerge from the sea? Is there a gate of time and space in the deep sea? Although Hepu is also by the sea, the distance is too far... I thought about it for a long time and my mind hurts, so I simply don't think about it - God has asked you to live again, what else do you want to do?

Ding Xiaoyao was a little afraid of life, but when he knew it, he was very active, and he answered questions and did not keep his mouth shut. From his mouth, he learned that this was an unknown island with few residents on the island, but only three families. They originally lived in Tangping Mountain opposite the mountain, and they all made a living by fishing. Last year, a large number of Song soldiers appeared in the mountain, and Tangping Mountain was also placed in the warning range. The residents and ships on the island were either conscripted or fled. The old and young Ding family had broken the old and the nets of the ships were broken, and the Song army looked down on them, so they escaped.

So the remaining islanders made an appointment to move to a deserted island several miles away. This deserted island lacks water sources and is small in area. It is often flooded by waves during stormy seasons, so it can only be used as a temporary residence. The fishermen have simple ideas. So many soldiers will not stay at the sea all the time, and they will eventually evacuate one day, so they will be fine if they go home.

At the beginning of the year, the Mongolian and Yuan sieges surrounded the Song army. In February, the two armies of Song and Yuan siege fought. The fishermen did not dare to go out to sea at all. They could only catch some crabs, shrimps, and wild vegetables near the island. Until the war became fierce, thousands of ships were burned, and the corpses on the sea were floating for dozens of miles. The hungry fishermen plucked up their courage to row boats and pick up bargains.

Old Man Ding is also one of them. The difference is that he is picking up supplies while searching for survivors.

"Grandpa said that the great monk at Yongfu Temple said before that saving a life is better than building seven large temples."

Zhao Lie laughed: "That's right, seven large temples are better than Futu. Your grandfather and sister saved four people, which is better than building twenty-eight large temples. We have to thank him very well."

While speaking, a fire appeared in front of him. When he slowly approached, a familiar voice came: "Boss Ding was still a little worried about you. He was relieved to hear the laughter of the monk."

Under the fireworks, the thin young man raised his hands to greet the two: "My name is Shi Yang, the tiger wing army's utility, what do you call them?"

"Zhao Lie."

"The deputy capital of the Privy Council received the order of Ma Nanchun."

Shi Yang was stunned when he heard this and bowed and said, "I have seen Shangguan."

The utility is that the semi-professional soldiers of the Song army were mostly brave, volunteered to join the army, did not tattoo, and received wages to fight. They were similar to the volunteer soldiers in later generations, and had combat power than ordinary soldiers. However, no matter how they were, they were big-headed soldiers. When they saw a senior official who was the deputy commander, they could only kowtow.

Shi Yang only bowed but did not kneel down, probably because Ma Nanchun, the deputy commander, had lost the price. Ma Nanchun didn't think it was different. The reason why he claimed his official rank was the same as before, and he was to gather available people. His utility was considered elite soldiers. Although Shi Yang looked not as strong as Zhao Lie, there were many southern soldiers, who were good at climbing or practicing water. He did not necessarily have to be the courage to fight in the infantry.

Shi Yang and Ding Xiaoyao led the way forward, Zhao Lie and Ma Nanchun walked on the high and low sandy roads for about a stick of incense, went down a slope, and the lights appeared in front of them.

Ding Xiaoyao showed a happy smile on his face and pointed at the lamp: "That's my home."

Ding's home has a typical fisherman's hut style. The foundation is made of reefs and mud. A deep trough is reserved in the middle of the stones. Wooden boards with different lengths and unpeeled bark are surrounded by two huts. The roof is pressed against thick bamboo rice, and there are also stones pressed above, mostly to prevent sea breezes from striking.

A bonfire was lit in front of the fisherman's hut. Old Man Ding was lowering his head and scattering something beside the fire. He heard the movement and looked up.

Ding Xiaoyao said loudly: "Grandma, I brought Brother Zhao and Mr. Ma."

"Okay, it's good to come. The island is cold and windy at night. Come and roast the fire."

Zhao Lie and Ma Nanchun approached and bowed to Old Man Ding at the same time: "Thank you for your help, my father-in-law."

Old Man Ding shook his head and waved his hands again, and his face was panicked: "It is the duty of the fisherman to save the fallen into the water, and he should not be given such a great gift from both of you."

The two thanked each other again and again. Zhao Lie remembered the girl who discovered and saved her on board, so he asked, "Brother-in-law, where is the granddaughter? I want to thank her in person."

Old Man Ding pointed northward: "Hold clothes with the palace maid named Shu'er."

Dry clothes at night? It's true. Old Man Ding went to sea to salvage floating objects, and the most common thing was all kinds of clothes and fabrics. Poor families couldn't pull a few pieces of cloth all year round, and suddenly got so many clothes, so they didn't care about any taboos. Wash and dry them, and in addition to wearing them, they could also be used or sold, but they were a lot of money.

Shi Yang raised his torch with a diligent look on his face: "I'll go and help them."

After a few steps, two girls came from the darkness, each carrying a large wooden basin, wiping sweat while walking, and the workload was obviously quite large. Seeing Zhao and Ma came, they nodded to greet them. The little palace maid Shu'er looked shy, while the fisherman girl was generous.

The people gathered together, and everyone sat around the fire. I saw a fisherman girl taking a wooden hook from Old Man Ding, pulling it into the fire for a few times, and rolling out seven or eight round and hard mud balls.

Zhao Lie, who was already hungry, stared at the mud balls, thinking that it would be a chicken with melted chicken, probably tasted good.

Smack sex!

The girl raised her hook and knocked the mud balls one by one, revealing the wet brown leaves inside, which looked like brown leaves. The girl used her palm leaves to cushion them one by one. After thanking her, Zhao Lie peeled it and found that it was not brown, but rice. She grabbed a piece with her hands and put it in her mouth and chewed it. In addition to seaweed, there were shrimps, small fish and crab meat. The crab meat was stained with crispy shells and bitten it into her mouth and was crispy, with natural fishy salty. Although it was not a good taste, everyone was obviously hungry and ate it with relish.

Old Man Ding rubbed his hands and was very uneasy: "A few days ago, I caught a bag of rice, but there was no pickles, no meat, and I couldn't go out to sea. I could only catch some shrimps, fish, crabs nearby and eat rice. Don't be surprised by the guests."

Facing this simple old man, the four rescued people didn't know what to say. They could only put down the rice and bow deeply, which made Old Man Ding look at him in a panic. They would stop after a while.

When Zhao Lie saw Ding Xiaoyao staring at the police rank Yinhua on his shoulder, he asked with a smile: "Do you like it?"

Ding Xiaoyao nodded and touched the police uniform curiously: "Brother Zhao's clothes are so strange. Why do they have silver buttons on their sleeves and silver flowers on their shoulders?"

Zhao Lie's police uniform had several buttons off during the previous fierce fight, and his clothes were torn. He thought that since he came to ancient times, this police uniform was obviously inappropriate, so it would be better to follow the local customs.

Clothing is equivalent to property in this era. Ordinary civilians don’t have a few decent stocks at home, and the Ding family is no exception. However, in the past few days, the most common things are clothes. At present, the Ding family is probably clothes, and the most common clothes are clothes for the Song army soldiers.

Zhao Lie changed into a military uniform that Shi Yang said was a small school student, which fits well and is also equipped with a pair of boots, made of cloth. Although it doesn't fit very well, it's better to be soft.

After changing his clothes, Zhao Lie folded his torn police uniform carefully and wrapped it in a cloth bag with his leather shoes. Seeing Ding Xiaoyao staring at the four-cornered silver flowers, Zhao Lie thought about picking a silver flowers and handing it to him: "Let memorial."

Ding Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, but he did not reach out, but instead shook his head. The anxious voice of the old man Ding sounded behind him: "No, saving people is the duty of the fisherman, and he dare not collect money."

Zhao Lie was speechless while admiring him. This silver flower is silver, but it is an aluminum product!
To be continued...