"This is the third team of 100 households, right?" After a while, Changsun Hong, who was rolling his eyes and trying to eat the sour wild fruits, and even tears were about to come out of his tears, numb his lips and asked, "How many are there behind?" ”

"There are also two hundred-man teams wandering around the mountain, and those two teams are relatively difficult to bite when they walk together, so we put them behind and eat the easier ones first." Na Tuozhi's face was splashed with some blood, he probably didn't realize it, he didn't erase it, and he was talking to Changsun Hong with a serious face.

"We have to hurry, we don't have much food, we have to go out and do a big job." Changsun Hong swallowed the last bite of the pulp, because it was too sour, he didn't seem to chew it and swallowed it directly: "Tomorrow, bring those two teams over, and then go out of the mountain." ”

Na Tuozhi was immediately overjoyed, stayed in the mountains for so many days, gnawed cakes every day, and his mouth was about to eat into cakes, because the dry food was exhausted, and even the cakes had to bottom out in the past two days, and he could only rely on wild fruits to mix and match his stomach, and finally heard that he could go out of the mountain, how could he not be happy.

However, Jiulong Angde beside him was a little worried, he looked at the barbarian soldiers who were collecting the spoils of the Mongol soldiers on the battlefield that had calmed down in the distance and said worriedly: "Ghost King, this is a little different from our plan, there are not many Mongolian troops attracted here, far from achieving the expected effect, after all, we have attracted two or three thousand people to the sky, and the Mongols in the brigade are still rushing in the direction of Gongzhou." We are out of the mountains at this moment, and the risk is very high. ”

Changsun Hong nodded: "Yes, this responsibility lies with me, I miscalculated." ”

"There are two questions that I didn't think of." He stretched out two fingers: "First, I didn't expect the Mongols to destroy so thoroughly, everything that could be robbed was robbed, everything that could be killed was killed, and those who were not robbed and killed fled because of fear and fear. ”

"Second, the indifference of the Mongols surprised me, we killed so many of them, but apart from the thousands of households to which these cards belonged, the other Mongol generals seemed to be indifferent, as long as we did not stand in their way, they would treat us as a straggler and let us go."

Kowloon Angde listened and said: "Sir said before that the Mongols were a loose tribal alliance, and the descendants of Temujin held great power at a macro level. Presumably, it will not be like our Shimen barbarians, who are angry with one person and the whole clan, as long as they do not touch their core and roots, and do not annoy their nobles, they will not pay special attention to us. ”

"That's right, so, ah, because of these two errors of judgment, we had to change our plans." Changsun Hong took out a piece of cloth from his body and threw it to Na Tuozhi to wipe his face: "After eating those two hundred households tomorrow, we will go out of the mountain, find a city, and fight a battle!" ”

"Even if they take away the grain and grass, they will also hurt the Mongols, so that they have to look at us squarely!" Jiulonglang Ruo didn't speak, just listened, and at this time he was happy to listen, and couldn't help but interject.

His elder brother Jiulong Angde glared at him, a little dissatisfied with his younger brother's recklessness, and then frowned and said to the eldest grandson: "But in this way, we may face a large army of Mongol soldiers on the plains and city terrain, and do this...... We will lose our advantage. ”

Changsun Hong also became serious: "Yes, there will be danger, so the choice of the city is very important, the things in it must be something that the Mongols value very much, and the enemies who defend the city cannot be too much, too much we will not only not be able to eat, but will also suffer." ”

Na Tuo Zhi and Jiulong Lang Ruo glanced at each other, and they both felt that their heads were big.

Where to choose?

It's a problem.

"Ghost King, there are a few living mouths, how to deal with them." A brute soldier came up and knelt on one knee and asked.

"Onde, you go and dispose of it, old rules." Changsun Hong turned his head and ordered, turned around and walked to the side, there was a flat ground and a few stones, it was best to sit down and study the map.

Kowloon Onde nodded, and walked towards the bloodstained battlefield with Na Tuozhi and his younger brother Jiulong Langruo.

The captives were all wounded, with broken arms and legs, and all had only half a life left, some were moaning in low voices, some were closing their mouths to the sky, and some were still screaming and scolding.

"If you want to kill, you will kill, Hugh will insult me, etc.! Sooner or later, you lowly and lowly southerners, will kill you completely, tear down your cities, destroy your fields, and use them all for grazing! Let your wives and children come and herd for us! Right under the pillar that hangs your heads, hahaha! "The people of the color eyes covered the huge wound on the stomach that was cut by the long knife, the blood flowed like a pillar, but the spirit was very full, although they could not move on the ground, they still scolded endlessly.

Listening to the unbearable words and looking at the hideous face, Na Tuozhi frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't anyone shut him up?" ”

Someone immediately passed, the sword flashed, and as the blood splattered, the world was quiet.

"Alright, the people in the way are gone." Na Tuozhi crouched in front of a few captives and smiled strangely: "We can say something with peace of mind." ”

The kind atmosphere he created was kicked over by Jiulong Langruo, who came later, and he threw the heads of hundreds of people with colored eyes, which was bloody and disgusting.

"Whatever we ask, you answer, otherwise, this guy will be your fate."

Na Tuozhi looked at the extremely vicious Jiulong helplessly, rolled his eyes, and slandered vigorously: A guy who has no wisdom knows how to use brute force.

The two were changing their ways to ask, and the eldest grandson Hong over there was meditating on the map.

Where to go?

According to the original plan, after setting up an ambush around the main road and killing a few small groups of Mongolian troops, they could be lured to turn around, intercept them alive from the halfway point of the march to Gongzhou, and bring them into the mountains of southern Sichuan near Tubo, use the terrain to offset the cavalry advantage of the Mongolian army, rely on the mountainous ability of Shimenfan to give them a large number of casualties, guide the battle in the direction of stalemate, and finally achieve the intention of delaying the Mongolian army to move south.

The reason why it is said to be sluggish is because the Mongols are not stupid, and if they can't take the Shimen Fan army in the short term, they will definitely turn around and leave, what should they do, it's a big deal not to enter the mountain, let Shimen Fan be a monkey in it, anyway, there is nothing to grab in the mountain.

But the eldest grandson Hong who crossed over knew that only need to be sluggish is victory.

In another month, the supreme steppe overlord, the Great Khan of Ogedai, who inherited the mantle of Temujin, will suddenly die violently, and the Great Mongolia will once again have a situation where power is on the sidelines and the empress is in charge of the country, and the temptation of the Khan's throne will prompt all the nobles who led the troops to return to fight for it.

Sichuan, which is in danger, will be peaceful without a fight.

But now, the plan is not going well, and there are not many Mongol troops that have been brought in, not even a single 10,000 households, and they are basically Red and Han armies, and the Mongol team has not appeared at all.

It is equivalent to saying that the Mongols did not take the petty Shimenbo seriously.

Only a big fight.

Where to hit?

There are many Mongolian nobles in Chengdu, and Marshal Tahai is in the city.

The problem is that Shimen Fan can't move.

One by one, the cities were counted, and looking at the dots on the map, the more Changsun Hong looked at it, the colder he became, and it was not easy to fight.

There was a sound of footsteps, which made the meditative eldest grandson Hong raise his head.

Na Tuo Zhi and Jiulong Lang Ruo walked over, their faces excited.

"Ghost King, have you heard of Kublai Khan?"

Na Tuozhi asked, with a smile, as if he had asked some interesting news.

Changsun Hong's heart suddenly tightened.

(End of chapter)