Hongshan Daba is a natural mountain peak group with a huge gap, and it is also the entrance to the pine desert and Liaozhou mountain forest zone from the plain area, which belongs to the intersection of the remaining veins of Yanshan and Xing'an Mountains, and has always been a natural barrier for the Khitan people.

"Squeak, click" A big foot stepped on, and the dead branches and grass blades on the ground made a mournful sound.

Li Qianzhong slowly walked through the gap of the Red Mountain Daba, this guardian mountain descended by the Khitan wolf god, which has now been stained with blood, and has really become a red mountain.

"How many dead and wounded?" Li Qianzhong's face was distorted, his eyes were red, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Six thousand people died, more than 10,000 were injured" Sun Wanrong was also angry, looked around, forced the followers to retreat with his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Du Du Mo should be sad, the Han people are repeated and unjust, cunning and cunning, I have been prepared for a long time, and I deliberately transferred the tribes that are not on good terms with you and me to the border, and they are the ones who suffer the most casualties, our main force, and the casualties are not large."

Li Qianzhong's expression was slightly relaxed, and he nodded, some tribes of the Khitan people are content with the status quo, do not want to forge ahead, and are always unwilling to hide their strength when gathering warriors and instigating wars.

"Who killed my border yesterday, is it the border general of that camp?"

"No, the first to come is the solemn Zhuozhou army, the fight is the most ferocious, the border soldiers in advance, in advance of the order, did not fortify, heavy losses, almost all died in his hands, after entering, and our army's main force of the change in defense, did not bargain, quickly led the army to avoid the war, scattered in all directions, eroding our rural people, until the twilight of the retreat" Sun Wanrong gritted his teeth and hated, "Yingzhou border general Zhao Wenhui followed, when they came, they were facing the main force of our army, and they were beaten by our army, and they retreated in embarrassment"

Li Qianzhong suddenly quickened his pace, walked to the top of the mountain, his beard was facing the sky, and he looked up to the sky and roared, "Great Zhou slut, Luling King mongrel, so calculating the descendants of the wolf god, I will make you pay for your blood debts, blood debts and blood debts."

"Blood debt and blood repayment" Sun Wanrong raised his arms, and everyone in the four places also shouted, and the sound shook the four fields.

The roar may be a little louder, the ground of the mountain peak shook violently, Sun Wanrong looked forward to his own pride, and his fighting spirit was high, but Li Qianzhong on the top of the mountain was shocked, and on the southwest side of the sky, a large number of cavalry lined up in a mighty long line, carrying smoke and dust all over the world, and the direction was the Red Mountain Daba Pass at the foot.

"Order, retreat quickly, retreat quickly" Li Qianzhong's feet were in a hurry, one was not paying attention, his feet staggered, he rolled down from the mountain, his cheeks were blurred by the dead branches, and he rushed up to support him, and he was beaten and kicked, "Get out, get out, lead the horse, and get out of here quickly"

Sun Wanrong also sensed that something was wrong, the shaking of the ground became more and more violent, and hurriedly helped to reprimand the order, and the wind was blowing under the feet of the two, so they ran down the mountain first, got on the back of the horse, and whipped the horse again and again.

"The thief of the Devil's Sword, Da Zuo is powerful, today's shame, he will return it a hundred times in the day"

The horse's hooves were fast, the wind was like a knife, Li Qianzhong's eyes couldn't be opened, the wound on his face was stinging and stinging, like a trapped beast, roaring angrily.

Sun Wanrong didn't keep up this time, although he was reckless and rude, he had a lot of eyes, first the king of Luling hooked up and paralyzed them, and then the Zhuozhou raid, which caused them heavy casualties.

Khitan clearly fell into a big game of chess.

"The whole army, the whole army, and fight and retreat, withdraw from the Hongshan Daba, and the soldiers and horses of the Fu Gang Department, the Duhuo Department, the Rui Xi Department, and the Fu Department will go to the back mountain to deploy defenses"

This natural barrier is terrible, Sun Wanrong lit up a few troops and horses to face the battle, the situation is critical, but he can't care about selfishness, and he points out the main strong army under the command of the two of them, and escape first.

An encounter broke out immediately, the people of the Khitan were attacked by the Great Zhou, and were attacked by the Khitans, and they were attacked by the Khitans, they were in their homeland, they could not retreat, they became mourning soldiers, the two phases fought in the Hongshan Daba, killed the red eyes, a big battle lasted until dark, the Khitan people were finally invincible, and they were defeated and retreated, and they gave up dozens of miles.

At the same time, deep in the jungle northeast of Song Desert and Liaozhou, in the heart of the Murowei tribe, the only son of the chief Hebule occupied the largest and most luxurious big tent, and the bravest warriors of the clan guarded it, and the old Hebule, with the support of many cronies, rushed over with one foot deep and one foot shallow, just now there was an assassin in his big tent, although he failed to hurt him, but killed his wife, he didn't care about collecting the funeral for his wife, the first thing that came to mind was his precious blood and bones, and he really couldn't let go without looking at it himself.

"Ah......h

Hebul stopped suddenly, his heart was in a stumble, his whole body trembled, trembling and raised his hand, pointing to the gorgeous tent decorated with gold and jade, his lips trembled for a long time, "Shoot me to death no matter who is in it"

The feathered arrows were like flying locusts, pitch black, enveloping the golden tent, and there were screams inside, the leather felt outside the tent was torn to pieces, and the skeletons fell down one after another, and the people buried in it bothered their hands and feet a few times, and soon fell silent.

"Lift it up, so that you can show me, who is going to cut off my roots?" Hebler is like an old and frail wolf who does not bow his head, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes is very frightening.

After opening it, I saw that there were many people inside, one of them was Hebule's own brother, and the other people's hats were uncovered, revealing their hair, which is a unique hairstyle of the Khitans, some of them were shaved on both sides, tied into a lock in the middle, and some were shaved in the middle, with two tufts of hair on both sides.

"It is worthy of being the turtle grandson of Brother Dahe's cave, and the seeds are all yin" Dahe is Li Quanzhong's original surname, Brother Cave is his grandfather, Hebule is old, and Brother Dahe Cave is a generation, there have been open and secret fights, but no one can help anyone, and then the well water does not violate the river water, but today it is a good big stick, and he ended up with a broken son and grandson, "Don't dig the wolf's head grave of your Dahe family, Lao Hebule broke a bone and fed the dog"

The Zhuozhou Governor's Mansion solemnly made an exception and summoned the chief bookkeeper Cen Xi into the backyard, threw the performance of the quan ce to him for disposal, and teased him with his big fat son Zheng Ji, and his mood was greatly relaxed.

Cen Xi wrote a note on the desk, and read it while writing, "The governor of Zhuozhou solemnly played, the chief of the Khitan Dahe clan and the governor of Songmo Prefecture, Li Duzhong, was uneasy about his duty, and colluded with Sun Wanrong, the governor of Liaozhou, and abused the place, first oppressing the Xi people, enslaving the clan, and then harming the heirs of the chieftain of Murowei, and then assassinating more than a dozen people from the heads of the various tribes of the Yan, the chief of Murowei was full of evil, and the chief of Murowei was old Longzhong, crying to Yu Chen, etc., grabbing the ground with his head, crying until he fainted several times...... Li Quanzhong had no eyes on the king, and repeatedly violated the border, and the minister and Zhao Wenhui, the governor of Yingzhou, fought back and annihilated more than 20,000 thief troops...... The border plug changed, and the ministers asked His Majesty to send down thunder, hang the people and kill the crime, and the heavens punished this fang......"

Solemnly pinched his son's tender little face, listened casually, Quan Ce had no instructions, he had to take responsibility, with the idea of Quan Ce, he did it, his hasty action could still be reversed, but thanks to Cen Xi in front of him, I thought he didn't know which one he had taken refuge in, but he didn't expect to go around and around, and returned to the same trench, "Cen Xi, Da Lang has a way to make enemies on all sides of the Khitan and Murwei and Yao, why do you have to promise privately to cut the Pine Desert Land to them?" ”

Cen Xi pondered for a long time, and hesitated, "Dudu, the barbarians can't afford to be early, there is fat to lure, the intention of the Murowei and the Yan people to send troops is bound to be stronger, and it is not only the Khitans who we want to defend, Quan Langjun is planning thousands of miles, Xu Yes, has been planning for the distant future......

He sat up straight with a solemn swish, his eyes shining.

(End of chapter)