In the swallow valley, the embers are not finished.

A group of Great Song Dynasty soldiers, forced by the swords and guns in the hands of the black-armored soldiers wearing iron masks, took off their armor, only wore close-fitting linen clothes, and used improvised rudimentary tools to dig pits in the valley.

Thousands of captives, no one dared to make a sound, once someone looked up or whispered, those brutal black-armored soldiers would not hesitate to shoot their bows and arrows, and the dozen or so dead bodies lying on the edge of the pit came from here.

Dead people are the best way to train, and the corpses like arrows and hedgehogs are placed there, so shocked that no one dares to resist the Song soldiers, like a group of docile sheep, burying their heads in the soil.

And Yan Fu, the only member of the Great Song Rite Department who wore a civilian uniform, was exempted from the hardships of this labor.

He was slumped on the ground at the moment, looking at Changsun Hong sitting in front of him numbly.

Naturally, Changsun Hong was wearing a ghost face, and Yan Fu couldn't recognize him.

"Do you know who I am?" Yan Fu had a white face, trying his best to make the dignity that an envoy of the court should have, but his legs trembled, and he trembled like a swing, so he had to sit on the ground and shouted loudly: "I am the envoy of the Great Song Dynasty to Mongolia, and Yan Fu, a member of the Ministry of Rites, is ordered by the Son of Heaven to hold the festival, and the offender is dead!" ”

Changsun Hong's ghost mask shook for a moment, and he didn't answer him, but leaned forward, as if he wanted to get closer and see more clearly.

The position of the eyes of the iron mask revealed two small black holes, and a pair of clear eyes flashed behind him, Yan Fu was swept by his gaze, only to feel two cold rays as cold and piercing as the iron mask, and suddenly his whole body stiffened, and even his tongue was not very flexible.

"You, you, etc., who are they? How bold it is to dare to kill the officers and soldiers of the court and the court! He roared to himself, and used the stern questions of the strong outside to give himself courage.

Changsun Hong's head shook again, and then his chin raised: "Who am I, you don't have to ask, who are you, but I know." ”

Yan Fu was taken aback and snorted: "Since you know, you still ......."

Changsun Hong paused the long knife with the sheath in his hand to the ground, making a crisp sound, interrupting Yan Fu's words: "Where is the peace document on your body?" Where is it? ”

Yan Fu's instinctive hands shrank, protected his waist, stepped back, and said in a panic: "I...... No...... I don't know ......."

His eyes twinkled, and his hands clenched his clothes tightly.

This action is no longer self-defeating, Changsun Hong waved his hand, and two black-armored soldiers like wolves and tigers pounced on him, lifted Yan Fu, who was screaming like killing pigs, and touched it up and down, and took out a small bag wrapped in brocade from his arms.

The black-armored soldier threw Yan Fu to the ground and handed the burden to Changsun Hong.

"Bold! Daring! Yan Fu struggled on the ground like crazy, got up and pounced on Changsun Hong, was kicked over by two black-armored soldiers, and couldn't move when he stepped on the ground, but this civil official burst out with amazing strength at this moment, although he was trampled on his mouth, he was still shouting: "That's the national letter!" It is a proposal and national letter related to the country's society, and it must not be destroyed, and you will wait for the small, oh, no, hero, hero! Don't damage it! ”

Changsun Hong sat there, looked at him quietly, unwrapped his baggage, and picked up a thin scroll that was heavily wrapped inside.

The paper used for the scroll is the best Sai Wenkui.

Changsun Hong unfolded it and read it slowly in Yan Fu's mournful shout.

The scroll is not long, and in a dozen or so breaths, I will finish reading.

At this time, he probably ran out of strength, or felt that it was useless to do this, Yan Fu shouted for a while, stopped, gasped and fell to the ground with his head tilted, staring at Changsun Hong, who was covered in black armor, like an unwilling dead fish.

Eldest Sun Hong re-rolled the scroll, checked it in his hand, stood up, took two steps forward, and came to Yan Fu and squatted down on one leg.

"What we are talking about here is the condition for the Son of Heaven of the Great Song Dynasty to negotiate peace with the Mongols?" Changsun Hong's voice was still cold, and he didn't know whether he was happy or angry: "Is it the common intention of all the people of insight in the DPRK and China to cede the north of the Yangtze River, the indemnity of the year's coins, and the arrest and sending of the generals of Sichuan to Mongolia to be convicted?" ”

"Of course it's the meaning of the imperial court, it's the meaning of the Son of Heaven, don't you see? The imperial court used the seal. Yan Fu was a little suffocated by the trampling, but he stubbornly raised his head: "You killed the people of Mongolia and ruined the court's plan, if the peace cannot be reached, if the people in the world are ruined because of this, how can you afford it?" ”

He twisted his body, licked his dry mouth and said: "I'll say a word to you, it's still too late to turn back, let us go quickly, and then take the blame and ask for forgiveness, I will explain it to Mongolia, I hope that the peace will not be affected, and it will be ...... then."

Alas!

A heavy sigh sounded above Yan Fu's head.

Yan Fu saw in a daze that the tall black-armored man slowly stood up, his body blocked the sunlight, and it was dark and gloomy, making Yan Fu feel that a mountain had risen in front of him.

"I thought that such a shame would only come once, but it was regarded as a convention, what is the use of such a court?"

"Huh?" The voice of the black armor man was a little low, and Yan Fu couldn't hear it clearly, so he opened his mouth and sighed.

"What did you say?" Yan Fu couldn't help but ask, and then remembered that he was persuading this unidentified person, so he immediately said: "Don't doubt it, the document is clearly written in black and white, the court has approved, the seal is effective, as long as you go to Mongolia, you can negotiate peace, you let me go, I can make a statement to the court, and forgive you for the sins you don't know." It is a great deal to be lost and return to goodness, and it is of great benefit to negotiate peace for the country and the people, hero, you must not be the bandit who brings disaster to the country and the people! ”

Changsun Hong ignored him, sighed again, turned around and left, his steps a little heavy.

Kowloon Onde stood not far away, looking at him with inquiring eyes.

Changsun Hong walked past him and patted him on the shoulder: "Kill." ”

Jiulong Onde bowed his head, and when Changsun Hong walked away, he stood up, strode in front of Yan Fu, and pulled out the knife at his waist as he walked.

"What, what?!" Yan Fu was so frightened that his whole body trembled, feces and urine flowed together, and he shouted desperately: "I am an official of the imperial court!" It's ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the long knife slashed, the blood sprawled, and his eyes were still open in disbelief as his head flew into the air.

Jiulong Angde shook the long knife casually, shook the blood beads on the ground, and then looked at the mass grave that had been roughly dug in the valley, coldly put the knife into the sheath, and shouted: "The ghost king has an order, no one is left, all of them are killed!" ”

……

The dying wails of the slain in the valley can still be heard on the shady side of the mountaintop.

The barbarians standing guard in the vicinity stood like green pines, deaf to the terrifying screams, and indifferent to their posts, they had long been accustomed to killing and being killed, and blood and fire were as common to these veterans as eating and sleeping, and there was no wave in their hearts.

There was a simple tent in the forest, which was the camp of Changsun Hong before the ambush battle in Swallow Valley was launched.

Some of the barbarians were packing up their things and preparing to retreat, and Changsun Hong went to the iron mask, and stood under a tree, holding the scroll, and looked at it slowly.

Na Tuozhi came over from a distance, saw that he was looking at something, hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward lightly, and bowed his hand: "Ghost King, the valley is about to be cleaned up, there are two Mongols captured alive, and the identities are Mongolian nobles who were originally captured by the official army, and they returned north with the Yihe team, do you want to stay, it can also come in handy in the future?" ”

"...... can stay." Eldest Sun Hong thought for a moment, and his gaze stayed on the scroll: "In the future, it is also possible to exchange it for prisoners of war." ”

"Yes." Na Tuozhi nodded, thought about it, and couldn't help but say, "Ghost King, there is something unknown to his subordinates. ”

"Say it." Eldest Sun Hong began to put the scroll away.

"That Kublai Khan, I heard that he is the prime minister of the Han land of the Mongols, no matter his identity or status, he is higher than these two Mongols, why does the ghost king want him to die, but can tolerate the life of these two people?" Na Tuozhi was puzzled and said, "Wouldn't it be more useful to raise him in the future?" ”

He ...... You can't keep it. The eldest grandson handed the scroll to a document beside him, and instructed: "Copy this down and publish it, everywhere, so that everyone can see and hear it." ”

The clerk went with the scroll in both hands, and the eldest grandson Hong turned his head towards Na Tuozhi and shook his head slightly: "Kublai Khan can't stay, he must die!" ”

Natozhi opened his mouth, his face full of confusion.

"Genghis Khan, Ogedei, Guiyou, these people are all strong, but they are only very strong, for the Han people, they are wolves, cruel and unscrupulous, and they want to bite people." Changsun Hong removed the heavy armor on his body piece by piece, and two barbarians came over and took the armor leaf: "The wolf looks fierce, but after biting people and eating enough meat, they will leave." ”

"But Kublai Khan is different, he is a wolf who knows how to raise sheep, he catches the sheep, but does not eat it, but encloses the territory where the sheep are produced, tames the sheep, and lets the sheep produce milk and give birth to children year after year, for him to eat and drink."

He removed a heavy piece of armor from his shoulder, looked up at Na Tuozhi, and looked very serious: "The Great Song Dynasty is the sheep, once Kublai Khan becomes the Great Khan, he will not be like the current Guiyou, just thinking about grabbing a handful." He wants to bring the Great Song Dynasty into his territory, all the Han people must be his people, and our children and grandchildren will be his slaves endlessly! ”

"So, I had to kill him, before he instilled this idea in the heads of the other Mongols."

(End of chapter)