"I've heard of it." Changsun Hong suppressed the heart of the river and the sea, and asked steadily: "What, I asked about this person's news?" ”

"Yes, a captive said that this Mongolian prince named Kublai Khan was in the Lingjing prison city not far from here five days ago, and there were not many people around, only a few hundred households." Na Tuozhi said: "The surrounding Mongolian troops are very scattered, and Lingjing Jian is not on the road from Chengdu to Gongzhou, so after the Mongolian brigade looted, they left one after another without stopping. ”

Changsun Hong grabbed the map, found the small black dot representing the Lingjing Supervisor on it, calculated the distance, and his eyes lit up.

"However, Lingjing Jian is Yancheng, and it is a salt-producing area like Fushun Prison, where does the Mongolian prince go to do something?" Kowloon Angde was a little confused, looked at the map and said, "They want to grab the salt?" ”

The eldest grandson Hong smiled, and his heart was bright.

Of course, Kublai Khan didn't want to grab salt, he was thinking about the future.

This matter is a little troublesome to explain, and the eldest grandson Hong simply bypasses it and talks about the immediate matter.

"Is this news reliable?" He asked, "How can an ordinary soldier know the whereabouts of a person of such a noble status as the prince?" ”

"It should be reliable." Na Tuozhi scratched his head: "Everyone asks separately, and everyone says the same thing, and they will not collude in advance." As for why, the captives said that Kublai Khan was very easy-going and close to the people, and his men did not refuse people for thousands of miles, and the Mongol soldiers liked him very much, and wherever he went, he mixed with the soldiers wherever he went, regardless of dignity and inferiority, and loved to ride around. ”

Hearing this, Changsun Hong touched his chin and thought about it seriously.

Seeing his serious appearance, Jiulong Langruo hesitated, waited for a moment, and finally made up his mind and said, "There is one more thing...... Ghost King, some captives said that on the mountains more than ten places away from here, there was also a group of Song soldiers, like us, with the Mongols in circles, I asked, according to that direction, it could not be our people. ”

"What? And a team of Song soldiers? Changsun Hong and the others were taken aback, and they all looked at him: "Where is it?" ”

Jiulonglang touched his nose, then pointed sideways to the sky: "It should be over there, where smoke rises." ”

Following his fingers, the thick smoke like a pillar in the distance fluttered faintly in the sky, separated by mountains and rivers, but still far away in the cloudy sky.

"There? I thought somewhere was set on fire by the Mongols! Jiulonglang squinted and stared.

"Who dares to lead troops outside to fight at this time?" Jiulong Angde looked at it for a while and shook his head: "Could it be that he is also a barbarian soldier somewhere?" ”

"No, all the barbarians who have been conscripted have returned except for us." Changsun Hongdao: "Banzhou and Sizhou were disabled, and the Xishan Yechuan Department also returned to the same place, and the Qianzhou Luo clan did not dare to come at all, and in the meantime, except for us, there will be no other barbarian tribes." ”

Who is it?

Nobody knows.

Jiulonglang looked at everyone, and then looked at Changsun Hong's face, swallowed his saliva and said: "I heard from the captive that there are two thousand households chasing that team...... And that team of Song soldiers, there are only 1,000 people, and if they smoke at this time, there will probably be no good things. ”

"The dense forest is set on fire, and the enemy is outnumbered, either to get out of trouble, or to ask for help." Kowloon Onde pondered, "Or be caught up." ”

Compatriot robe, can you save it?

Several people turned their eyes to Changsun Hong.

Of course, if you don't save it, the situation of the other party is unknown, and even no one knows, so it is a bit reckless and abrupt to risk running out of food and being sniped to help.

Changsun Hong stood up and began to spin in circles.

The footsteps were slow and heavy, and each step was full of intense tangles.

The eyes of the Nine Dragons brothers and others moved with the movement of the eldest grandson's figure, and everyone had ideas, but they wouldn't say it.

The ghost king is the one who makes the decisions.

Finally, he froze.

Raising his head and looking at everyone, Changsun Hong said slowly and categorically: "Sichuan is so big, it is not possible to rely on our Shimenfan alone. ”

"We want to win over all those we can, in the future and now."

"What could be more like a life-saving grace in times of crisis? A bowl of meat in peacetime is not worth a bowl of porridge in a famine. ”

"Looking at the whole Sichuan, there are no more people who dare to go out of the city to fight in the field now, except for this group of people."

This shows that they are bold and courageous, and they have not been defeated by the Mongols these days, proving that they are capable. Not entangled with the Mongols in the plains and wilderness, and choosing to go around the mountains like us, shows that the people who lead the troops are sober-minded and not reckless men who can only commit murder. ”

"Such a person is a masterpiece and deserves to live."

"So, I decided, let's go help them."

He looked at everyone, his expression was flat, but his tone was categorical, and there was no doubt: "Tomorrow we will solve the Mongolian army here, and we will set off immediately!" ”

The Shimen barbarians nodded silently, and no one raised any objections.

……

More than ten miles away, Wang Kui's Hanzhou soldiers, who were across a river from the Shimen Fan army, were also fighting the Mongols.

They didn't have the methodical and slow attack like Shimenfan, and they didn't have a preset pit ambush, so the fight was a little hard.

But the fire had a great effect, and the west wind was strong, blowing tongues of fire and smoke across the stone mountain, and Zhang Rongzu's Han army was so roasted that it was almost impossible to get close, and when they arrived at the place, they found that they had been surrounded by forest fires.

Fortunately, the air was moist, the ground was well hydrated, and although the fire was large, it spread very slowly, so Zhang Rongzu hurriedly ordered to dig a fire ditch and sent people to the river to fetch water to extinguish the fire.

The man who fetches water meets the Hanzhou soldiers who are rushing to make rafts by the river.

In an encounter, although the Han soldiers were brave, the Mongol Han army was not bad, and the Mongol army occupied an overwhelming advantage in numbers.

Without any suspense, the Hanzhou soldiers were defeated, most of the 200 people were killed in battle, and a few fled into the dense forest.

The Mongol Han army did not chase it, and the Song army was still on the stone mountain behind. Only the corpses and rafts of the Song army were burned.

Wang Kui on the stone mountain was stunned, but because of the fire, he could not go down the mountain to support.

This fire blocked the Mongols, and it also blocked itself.

The only hope of crossing the river was disillusioned, and Wang Kui's heart was like falling into an ice cellar, and his heart was cold.

The Mongols began to slowly surround the small rocky hill, surrounded by their tents on all sides, and wooden fences were erected, and the attempt to climb down the rope from the cliff seemed useless.

The Mongol Han army was smart and had already thought of this.

In other words, at this moment, Wang Kui has truly become a turtle in an urn, no matter how he thinks about it, it is impossible to get out.

Zhang Rongzu was not in a hurry, he was not in a hurry to attack the mountain, there was time, and when Zhuo Ermahan's brigade came, he gathered troops in one place and completely solved this group of Song soldiers.

He brought some rafts collected by the river and set them on fire in front of the Song soldiers on the mountain, so as to attack the faith of the Song soldiers.

There is no hope, surrender.

Otherwise, the mountains will be slaughtered.

(End of chapter)