There was a loud bang, and a round stool was kicked up by Fan Wenhu, slammed into the wall, and then fell to the ground and rolled to the side. Fan Wenhu was still puzzled, and slammed his fist at the door, and the entire wooden door could not withstand his strength, and fell down with a large amount of dust.

This is the county government of Lishui County, in addition to these bulky furniture, almost emptied, not only here, all the way south, along the way to Moling Town, Shiqiu Town is the same. I thought that this trip would be a beautiful trip, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even find a grain of food, so how could Fan Wenhu not be angry.

"Burned it." Fan Wenhu walked out of the county office, stepped on the war horse, looked at the building in front of him, and commanded hatefully.

Out of Lishui County, along the official road to Liyang, continue south is the Gaochun area, the direction of the Guangde Army. General Zhaoyi, tens of thousands of households of the Mongolian Han army, and the commander of the right wing of the army, Ashuhan, rode on horseback, looking at the county town with thick smoke not far away, and shook his head again and again.

These barbarians from the same clan seem to be even more ruthless than their own Mongols, killing people and setting fires, doing everything. Don't even let go of this kind of empty city, isn't such a big smoke a warning to the enemy in the distance. "Idiot." Assassin Han cursed secretly in his heart.

The scouts had been released for more than thirty miles, and Asahan was waiting for news from them, and if it was all such an empty city, there was no point in continuing on. This stretch of land is full of plains and lakes, but there is no sign of smoke.

"Commander Athunhan, the children are waiting, there is not a single figure in this ghost place, what a fucking bad luck." Ah Tinghan looked back and saw that it was his subordinate Yan Che'er.

Ah Tinghan ignored him, this Yan Che'er is the favorite general of Pingzhang Ashu, and he doesn't deal with himself, and the ten thousand households who originally belonged to his command don't know why the handsome Boyan doesn't like it, so he temporarily transferred this guy over.

While the two were silent, they saw several horsemen running from a distance, and Asahan recognized that it was the scout he had sent, and the sergeant who was in front of him galloped in front of him, turned over and dismounted, fell on one knee, and informed him of the news of the discovery.

Hearing that the Song people were blocking the passage to the south, and the county town of Liyang on the other side was so empty, Ah Tinghan already had a plan in his heart.

Huya Mountain, also known as Wuyuan Mountain, Huxing Mountain, Wuya Mountain, the ancients poetry called it "the first mountain of Chuwei Wutou". The origin of its name is due to Wu Zixu's transit. It is located in the southwest of Liyang County 60 miles, 170 zhang high, and has a circumference of more than 40 miles.

In the dense forested mountains, on the winding sheep intestine path, a team is marching with difficulty, but thousands of people have been pulled into a long snake. Dutong Zhuliang stood on a big rock at the foot of the mountain, and kept urging the rear team to hurry out of the mountain.

Although this place is still deep in the rear and logically safe, Zhu Liang always feels a little unsteady in his heart. The tall mountains are like a barrier, and now they are about to leave this protection and go to the plains, and they have long heard that the Tartar cavalry is powerful, and their own so-called army of more than 5,000 has never faced the enemy

But Zhao Huai can't help it, not to mention that he is a transfer envoy all the way, Jiankang Mansion and Guangde Army also have a relationship of lip and tooth. Therefore, although there were only more than 10,000 sergeants in the army, Zhu Liang still personally led half of them to come and passed through this Tooth Mountain, which is the Gucheng Lake Canal Zone.

Seeing that most of his subordinates had walked out of the mountains quickly, Zhu Liang's frowning brows gradually relaxed, but he didn't know that not far away, several pairs of eyes were already staring at him.

"Wanhu, that guy should be almost finished, let's do it." A thousand households said anxiously to Yan Che'er.

"What's the hurry, they haven't started the whole team yet, it means that there are a lot of them behind, wait, be patient." Yan Che'er knocked his subordinates on the head with the horsewhip in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the group of people below, these people were too careless, and they didn't guard against this nearby high ground.

Yan Che'er and a few others were lying on a small slope, and behind this not high slope, a full nine thousand Mongolian cavalry companies sat on the ground with horses. According to the estimation of the general Fan Wenhu, this is the possible place for reinforcements, and sure enough, they didn't have to wait long before the reinforcements of the Song people appeared in front of them.

"The leader wants to live, and you can do whatever you want." Seeing Zhu Liang starting to walk towards the brigade, Yan Che'er knew that the people were almost out, so he simply assigned the task, and after a few more instructions, he waved his hand backwards, and his own soldiers pulled up his mount and led him to his side.

A standard-bearer raised his large flag and planted it on the ground, which was a sign of the preparation of the whole army, and when he saw the large flag raised, the cavalrymen sitting on the ground all stood up and took up their horses, waiting for their thousand households to come and deliver the order.

"Blow the trumpet, the whole army assault!" Yan Che'er drew his saber, raised it above his head, and then slashed it down, and with his order, the vanguard who had already mounted their horses began to ride forward, slowly galloping up the high ground. A row of trumpeters beside him put their horns to their mouths, and a whimpering sound erupted.

Zhu Liang made more than this mistake, the flat land where he concentrated his team was the direction of the back sun. Therefore, when the cavalry of the Tartar brigade descended from the small slope, Zhu Liang, who was facing back, suddenly noticed a large moving haze in front of him, and when he looked back in surprise, he saw that the sun in the sky had disappeared into a black shadow.

Until he was encircled and tied up by a lasso, Zhu Liang didn't make any movements, nor did he give any instructions, and his mind was completely blank. When he fell to the ground, his ears were filled with the screams of his men before they died, and the meadow that had been sunny a moment ago was now like hell.

"Be careful, hold on, reinforcements are already on the way." Zhao Huai's voice was already a little hoarse, he had said the same thing many times, and now, even he couldn't believe that there would be any more reinforcements.

This small camp, with his unremitting efforts, actually held on for three whole days. But by now, the rudimentary stone defense line has been broken many times, the outer fence has long been trampled down, and the antlers and horses have long since disappeared.

After retreating, the obstacles that now surrounded the camp were nothing more than sacks of grain and piles of wood, as well as corpses. And the worst thing is that the arrows have run out, which means that every future battle will be flesh and blood.

Zhao Huai's gaze stopped at a corpse not far away, the deceased was an old pawn left behind by his uncle, his round eyes were full of unwillingness, and it was a crossbow arrow that pierced through his chest that took his life. Zhao Huai, who was familiar with the military array, recognized at a glance that the swarthy crossbow arrow was issued by the first killing weapon of the Great Song Dynasty, the Divine Arm Bow.

It can be seen from the clothing of the dead corpses that the army besieging them is the so-called "new annex army", they are wearing the costumes of the Great Song Forbidden Army, holding the weapons of the Great Song Dynasty, and even the slogans they shout when charging are so familiar.

Zhao Huai's eyes flew into the distance, and the enemy's banner was planted dozens of steps in front of the formation, with the word "Fan" written on it, and under the banner, dense figures were gathering, and a new offensive was coming.

Suddenly, a horn sounded from the enemy formation, and then bursts of cheers rang out, but it was not the accent of the Song people. Zhao Huai stood up and saw a path split in the enemy's originally dense crowd, and a group of cavalry led down to the front of the formation.

The enemy general in the middle was obviously the commander, and Zhao Huai only saw him wave his hand, and a cavalryman stepped forward and threw a ball tied under the hanger to the front of the formation. The thing gurgled until it was very close to the position before stopping, and Zhao Huai's pupils immediately contracted, this was the head of a Song man.

There are no people within a radius of dozens of miles, and the Tartars should not kill civilians, if it is an army, it can only be that Zhao Huai clenched his fists, bit his lower lip fiercely, and watched one after another Tartar cavalry come out of the battle and throw out the head, until a bound figure appeared in his sight, and his luck was completely dispelled.

By now, no matter how dull the person was, he understood what was happening, and the faces of many of the villagers had turned pale, and they had even begun to tremble. The cunning enemy had long isolated them from the riverbank, and now the brigade of Tartar cavalry had appeared, and in the event of a breakdown on this endless plain, it was a herd of slaughtered lambs.

"Brothers, Zhao is incompetent and leads everyone to death. The ferocity of the Tartars has been seen, and even if they put down their blades now, they will only become the head of the earth. Big husband, even if he dies, don't let the Tartar have a good time. ”

"The envoy is right, if you are afraid of a bird, we will pull a Tartar on our backs when we die, and only when we go to the underworld can we be considered a good man." An old soldier spat fiercely, pulled out a bull's ear sharp knife and held it in his hand. When everyone heard this, they all shouted "kill the Tartars", and the sound shook the four fields in an instant.

Hearing the earth-shattering roars of the enemy's formation, Ashuhan frowned, and after a moment, he stretched out his right hand and waved it behind him. Fan Wenhu shouted "up", and the newly reassembled annexed army immediately came out of the formation, rushing towards the front position like a tide.