The Mongol camp outside the ruined walls of Longqing Province was a camp built around cowhide tents by wooden fences and moats.

Near the south position, there are also some simple grass huts and wooden mud houses, all of which were built by the Han soldiers who surrendered to the Mongols, the humidity of Shu is heavy, especially in winter, the ordinary tarpaulin tents can not resist at all, sleeping in it is the same as sleeping in the mud, the Han soldiers do not have the kind of cowhide tents and warm wool felt blankets of the Mongols, so they can only build some houses to stay.

Such a building seems to be unremarkable, but in the eyes of Changsun Hong, it is different.

"There were two hundred and sixty-five mud huts and one hundred and two cowhide tents, and the Mongols and Semu people would not live in straw houses, they would live in tents. From here it is possible to estimate the proportion of the number of enemy troops. "The Song army did not build mud houses and grass huts, they also lived in tents, tents were set up in the mountains and forests ten miles away from the Mongolian camp, and they were inaccessible, and I don't know how Changsun Hong found this kind of camp.

At this moment, the tents had been bundled and put on the back of pack horses, and the soldiers had put on their armor and lined up in an orderly manner along the sloping hillside under the leadership of their respective commanders.

Changsun Hong was surrounded by a circle of people, all officers above the rank of commander, looking intently at some simple topographic maps made of stones and grass markers on the ground.

Changsun Hong squatted on the ground, gestured with his fingers, and analyzed the battle situation below, the armor on his body was very hard, and he squatted a little hard: "That is to say, it is full of battles, and there are about 5,000 people, of which the Han soldiers account for the majority, at least seventy percent." ”

"And scattered outside, who were seduced by Ai Zhongxiao and Gundam these days, there are almost two thousand people, counting the northern captives who stayed in the camp, there are probably about three thousand."

Everyone listened intently, looking carefully at the map laid out in mud on the ground, and pondered quietly as they listened.

"These 5,000 people, almost all the people left in the south of the Sword Pavilion in the north, Sichuan is wet and cold in winter, the north is not willing to stay, and will run to the north of the Qinling Mountains to spend the winter, we are basically these people who are going to resist head-on."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have run so far from Chengdu, hiding in this huge mountain to drink blood, what we are doing is to cut off these barbarians who have invaded our land and killed our people, and all of them are left!"

"Kill them, the northern captives of Hanzhong will definitely fall south, we will seize the time difference between their departure and arrival, and build a wall at Jianmen Pass again, keep them firmly out of the pass, attract them like a magnet, and create opportunities for our next plan!"

Speaking of which, Changsun Hong did not go deeper into the details of the next plan, what it was, and instead began to deploy the next battle, and before the words were finished, it was the most seductive, and everyone guessed in their hearts what the next step of the eldest grandson was.

Some people think boldly, some people think cautiously, but without exception, they all ignite a raging fire in their hearts.

This is a counteroffensive, a counteroffensive of the Great Song Dynasty.

How many years have passed, how many people have died, and there has never been a counteroffensive to the north in the Sichuan direction.

Everyone's fists were clenched tightly.

"Tan Ma Lai, there are 2,000 people two hours ago, riding south, mostly Mongols and Semu people, then those who stay in the camp are mostly Han soldiers, this is very good, when we go in, the resistance will be relatively smaller, after all, the people who surrender are all bad breeds."

Everyone laughed, squeezed their eyebrows, and the tense atmosphere of the battle eased slightly.

Changsun Hong also smiled: "I will rush to the front with the ghost pawns, and everyone will follow my general flag." Ladies and gentlemen, there is no need to stay strong in this battle, you must be fast, the northern captives are good at running, someone will definitely escape and report the news, and the two thousand people will soon turn back, if we don't move quickly, and we can't seize the camp before they come back, then the next battle will be very troublesome, and we will kill a lot of people. ”

He smiled, but the words he said made everyone immediately serious, and the atmosphere of relaxation just now was fleeting.

"This battle is fought against the time difference, to destroy the enemy in the movement, the Beiyu will not think that we have been under their noses for several days, so there will be no defense, everything depends on us!"

He clapped his hands and stood up, the soldiers lined up in the distance were ready, and the banners with black letters on a red background and the unique banner of the Shimen Fan Barbarian Army were fluttering high in the air.

Changsun Hong stood on a stone, raised his right fist, and shouted solemnly: "Everything is ready, and follow me to shout the military order!" ”

The generals raised their right fists together and focused their eyes on him, several generals who had just joined were not used to this kind of action, and the height of the fist was not standard, but it didn't matter.

Everyone followed Changsun Hong and roared out Shimenfan's famous "three killings in battle" together.

"Kill if you don't go to the front!"

"Kill those who retreat before retreating!"

"Those who disrespect orders, kill!"

After three roars, the trees in the forest were rustling, as if they were shaken by the sound.

Changsun Hong waved his fist: "Let's go!" ”

He jumped off the stone and ran into the line of ghostguards at the front of the line.

The number of ghost pawns is not large, as many as a thousand, but they are all tall and elite, and the shiny Mo knife reflects the dazzling light in the afternoon sun.

The men and horses were dispatched, and this piece of mountain and forest, as if a mountain had collapsed, moved.

A black dragon of tens of thousands of people, in the afternoon of early spring, galloped on the undulating ground of Longqing Mansion, barren fields and dilapidated villages beside the road, setting off a line of iron helmets and steel swords, setting off more and more desolate.

Ten miles, under the walking of the iron footboard, it is not far, the Song soldiers in armor, did not take the avenue scattered by Mongolian rangers, but walked on the small road, not as fast as the big road, but with the mind of Changsun Hong.

As we approached the edge of the Mongol camp and a row of wooden fences towering over the ground appeared in front of me, the sky was just beginning to darken.

The last remnant of the sun showed most of its face on the top of the mountain in the distance, and it seemed that if it jumped again, it would fall, taking away all the light.

What Changsun Hong wants is this kind of light.

Smoke had risen from the camp, and an incomprehensible Mongolian could be heard in the distance, mixed with laughter, shouting, and supplications in Chinese.

Some of the Han soldiers who were in charge of herding the horses drove a large group of horses back from outside, and the people guarding the camp opened the wooden fence and let them in, and the herds of horses neighed and swarmed in.

Everything is normal, the guards at the camp gate are bored, such peaceful days have been for several years, and the long comfort makes it inevitable to slacken.

The guards on the watchtower were lying on the railings, joking with the people below, their eyes looking into the distance, their long compound bows casually beside them, and their arrows scattered in their leather bags.

The sun cast a long shadow on the top of the mountain, dark and dull, and the light shone just on the watchtower, so that the soldiers could not open their eyes.

The soldier cursed, shielded the light with his hands, and looked nonchalantly into the distance.

In the shadows, it was as if something was moving.

He was a little puzzled, squinted his eyes and looked at it, and his body stiffened suddenly.

A tide of people, in the shadows, all over the mountains and fields, killed.

The group of people who took the lead were holding long knives, and the bright blades were like white waves in front of the waves, so eye-catching.

The pawn awoke from his shock, and shouted as he panicked to grab his bow and arrows.

"Enemy attack!"

The warning sound, which had never appeared in the Mongolian camp, appeared for the first time.

(End of chapter)