Qin Siyang smiled coldly and replied, "Wolf Mountain set up an ambush, that's even more of a joke." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoYou must know that Wolf Mountain belongs to the Yin Mountain lineage, and it has been within the sphere of influence of the Mongolian tribe for a long time, and we are not familiar with its topography. And there is strong wind and sand, the mountains are steep and extremely dangerous, and there are countless wolves. Moreover, the wolf has been a god worshiped by all tribes of the Mongolian people since ancient times, hehe, just imagine, on the enemy's territory, facing the enemy's gods to set up an ambush, isn't this destined to be a losing battle?"

When Qin Siyang spoke, Feng Eleven's big rough and dry hands kept stroking the wine jug that had been drunk, with a solemn expression, as if there was sadness.

And Han Qihai still listened with a pale face.

After Qin Siyang finished speaking, Han Qihai raised his eyebrows, clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, well said, even if there is a suspicion of hindsight, Han San still admires the little brother's comments very much." ”

Qin Siyang snorted, and didn't pay much attention to this obviously with a strange appreciation.

Liu Shuang suddenly tightened in his heart, and said in surprise: "The battle of Wolf Mountain, is it actually a defeat?"

Han Qihai nodded, swept towards Feng Eleven, and said gloomily: "Not only did I lose, but I also lost extremely miserably." “

"Extremely miserable?" Liu Shuangli was stunned, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Feng Eleven, "What do you say?"

At this time, Feng Shiyi's expression was unusually solemn, and when he heard Han Qihai's words, the whole person seemed to be suddenly hit by some heavy object, and then fell into the abyss.

Han Qihai lowered his eyebrows and groaned, and only after a long time did he continue: "Little brother is asking like this, Han San will talk about it from the beginning." ”

Han Qihai said, cleared his throat, glanced at everyone in the room again, and said slowly: "That year, after getting the approval of the imperial court, Zhang Chengzhong, the chief soldier of Xuanhua at that time, personally led an army of 60,000 to attack outside the fortress. According to the agreement in advance, he personally led 60,000 troops to the back of the Mongolian people by surprise, and then waited for the Jizhou Division to arrive later, so as to form a front and rear encirclement and annihilate the enemy's main force. Although this move is dangerous, it is feasible to think about it. I don't want Xuanhua's 60,000 troops to travel for more than half a month since they left the Saiwai, not only did they not find the Mongolian army, but they were also repeatedly harassed by their small stragglers. After more than half a month, the 60,000-strong army not only failed to find the main force of the Mongols, but also lost nearly a quarter of its troops without experiencing any major battles due to continuous marching and constant harassment. In the end, what was worse was that the 30,000 troops in Jizhou, who had originally said that they were going to respond, did not see any trace. ”

When Han Qihai said this, he stopped, picked up the green bamboo teacup in front of him, and took a sip.

There was no wind, and it was very quiet in the bamboo house, and the other three people in the house did not make a sound, just waited quietly, and even Liu Shuangli, who had been enlivening the atmosphere for Han Qihai, was just listening in a daze at the moment and did not ask.

Han Qihai finished drinking the tea, looked at the three of them with a wry smile, put down the teacup and continued: "In this way, the 60,000 people of Xuanhua have been tossing and turning outside the city for another month, and they still can't wait for reinforcements from Jizhou. Seeing that his own troops had lost nearly 10,000, he still couldn't find the main force of the Mongols, and it seemed that this battle could not be fought. Zhang Chengzhong had no choice but to lead his troops back. According to the original plan, if the army failed to attack, it would feign defeat and retreat when it returned, lure the enemy deeper, and then set up an ambush in Wolf Mountain to annihilate the enemy. After a month and a half of attacking, and not even the shadow of the enemy could be found, how could this second set of tactics to lure the enemy be implemented? Therefore, after deciding to return in vain, Zhang Chengzhong sent a small group of post men to Wolf Mountain to inform the troops stationed there that there was no need to set up an ambush. ”

When Han Qihai said this, he paused, and his eyes glanced at Feng Eleven again.

At this time, Feng Shiyi's eyes were dull, and the whole figure was deeply wrapped in an unspeakable pain. A pair of rough and dry hands grinded through the empty flask one after another, as if to smooth out the already smooth flask.

"Brother Feng wants to drink tea?" Han Qihai frowned slightly, gently pushed the half of the tea that had been empty on the right side of Feng Eleven, and said lightly, "The light fragrance of the tea is just enough to suppress the liver fire in your body." ”

Hearing this, Feng Shiyi raised his dull bronze eyes violently, stared at Han Qihai, who seemed to have a light face, was stunned, and suddenly roared: "Fuck!"

Ignoring the tea in front of him, Feng Shiyi just opened his throat angrily and shouted, "They got into trouble, haha, they got into trouble!

After a roar, Feng Shiyi's hand suddenly made a striking, only to hear a few 'clicks', and the wine jug in his hand shattered in response.

"What is this—what's wrong?" Liu Shuang looked at the broken tiles of the wine jug that was pinched and cracked by Wind Eleven, and was surprised to see that the tiles that slid through Wind Eleven's cracked palms turned into dust foam and flew down in flutters.

"The little brother fled from over there, don't you know what happened?" Han Qihai turned his head to the side and asked softly.

"Over there, fleeing, what-" Liu Shuangli wondered, "Isn't Han Gongzi talking about the Battle of Wolf Mountain, why is he talking about it, Feng Daxia is angry? What is it that is going on, Han Gongzi, I am confused for you?"

Han Qihai smiled slightly, picked up the teacup again unhurriedly, took a sip, and then opened his mouth to continue, but the words he said still made the listeners very confused: "Brother Feng has always been against the uprising of the Zhengbei League. ”

"What's the incident, and the Zhengbei League?Han Gongzi, I'm really confused, what are you talking about?" Liu Shuangli asked again with a bitter face.

Han Qihai put down the teacup, looked at Liu Shuangli with his eyes, and said apologetically: "It's Han San who is abrupt, I asked the little brother just now, I know if the Zhengbei League is true, and the little brother has already answered I don't know." In this way, it is even more impossible to know what happened. ”

"Oh, it's nothing, Han Gongzi doesn't have to worry about it. Liu Shuangli hurriedly waved his hand and said, "My little brother and I came to Xuanhua for the first time, and we really only know much about the things here, so please don't be surprised by Han Gongzi." ”

Liu Shuangli smiled embarrassedly as he spoke.

Han Qihai also nodded when he saw it, and continued with a gentle expression: "That year, Zhang Chengzhong, the chief soldier of Xuanhua, personally led 60,000 personal soldiers out of the fortress, and then returned in vain. Wolf Mountain Canyon is the only way to return. ”

When Han Qihai said this, he paused, turned his eyes to Feng Shiyi, and saw that he was just looking straight ahead, and did not object to his next words, so he continued: "I thought that it was a futile, but it was the final end of this hasty expedition. But he didn't want to, and when he returned to the last wolf mountain in Senan, he encountered the most tragic ambush battle in the month and a half since he set out for the expedition. The 60,000-strong army was thus annihilated. ”

In this last remark, Han Qihai said plainly, without a trace of emotion in his tone, and his expression was not as gloomy as before. When the words fell, he politely and thoughtfully took the purple sand teapot and poured a full cup of tea for Liu Shuangli, Qin Siyang and himself one by one.

But his calm and unremarkable words caused Feng Eleven to roar again, and the roar without any words was even more shocking than before.

This time, Liu Shuangli finally understood something. She watched Wind Eleven's painful roar, and her heart turned bitter.

"How could this be?" Liu Shuangli muttered, "Could it be that Feng Daxia experienced this battle firsthand?"

"Exactly," Han Qihai nodded, "60,000 personal soldiers, after the battle of Wolf Mountain, only thirteen people escaped in the end. ”

Speaking of this, Han Qihai lowered his brows, and finally could no longer maintain his usual indifferent look, and said sadly: "And the other brothers are forever buried outside the wind and sand shroud. ”

The cry of pain sounded at this moment, and it was Wind Eleven, who had just roared into the sky.

"Brother Feng, it is one of the thirteen people who survived. Han Qihai explained.