From Xiangyang to the Yellow River, it is necessary to pass through many valleys, and the remaining veins extending from the distant Qinling Mountains are like continuous walls, forming a natural barrier between the Henan area and the Han land in the south of the country.

Between the rolling hills, there are large and small valley passages, forming corridors for north-south traffic, and Swallow Valley is one of them.

Strictly speaking, this valley is not a dangerous place, the slopes on both sides are not steep, and people with neat and flexible skills can climb it with their bare hands, and the valley is not very deep, about five miles long, and the pace can be crossed in a quarter of an hour, so this valley is the same as many valleys along the way that Yan Fu has walked, and there is nothing surprising about it.

Incidentally, the scouts who fought at the front station did not arouse enough vigilance, after all, there was no large military force nearby, and there were some bandits and bandits, but if they borrowed two dares to give those bandits who didn't even have a few knives, would they dare to openly confront two thousand officers and soldiers?

Therefore, the scouts rode by, looked at the hill at the bottom of the valley for a while, and galloped away without seeing anything unusual, signaling that they were safe and sound.

After the swallow valley, walk forward for more than twenty miles, there is a city to settle down, the hour is close to evening, Yan Fu, who has been walking for a day, feels that it is better to speed up the pace and rush to the city to stay in the tip.

So after he got the signal from the front, he said to Kublai Khan beside him in a tone of inquiry: "Not far from here, there is a city, although the adults are used to living a life of tents and bonfires on the grassland, but there are houses to stay, hot food to fill their stomachs, and it is very comfortable to come. ”

Kublai Khan listened to his chatter all the way, he was already irritable, and those bad words about Jiangnan poured into his ears like flies, which was really uncomfortable, and he had long wanted to slap him, and when he heard that he could go into the city to rest, he was overjoyed, nodded and said: "Of course, my lord can arrange it by himself, you don't need to ask me, after all, you are still in charge here." ”

These words seemed to have some flavor, and Yan Fu's heart tightened: What do you mean? This is the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, is it not the officials of the Great Song Dynasty who call the shots after a while?

Kublai Khan didn't say anything, and Yan Fu couldn't get to the bottom of it, so he went perfunctorily, turned his head and frowned and ordered the whole army to speed up.

The Song army in a neat formation suddenly sounded a roar of the colonels, accompanied by the officers' order to "speed up and enter the city to rest", the foot soldiers tom m ok to stay in the city tonight, the hungry soldiers immediately got up in spirit, thought of the warm broth and comfortable beds, the soldiers were eager to put on their wings and fly over this road.

In an instant, the Swallow Valley was in front of us, and the unprecipitous terrain did not attract the attention of anyone in this marching army in the slightest, and the scouts had already plowed the land, and of course there was no danger.

The wind blew across the hills, stirring up a wave of leaves, and the rustling of leaves drowned out the heavy breathing of countless people in the shadows of the trees.

The heavily armored brute soldiers are hidden in the dark, like immovable mountains and rocks, and even the breath is integrated with the mountain, from a distance, this is an ordinary mountain, and there is no difference from countless mountains elsewhere in the land of Henan.

Changsun Hong squatted under a tree, the ghost mask on his face was lifted, and his face, which had already looked a little vicissitudes, was like sinking water, staring at the team of smoke and dust at the bottom of the mountain without blinking.

A figure hunched over and ran over from a distance, and Kowloon Angde, who was guarding Changsun Hong's side, looked back and did not move.

Changsun Hong seemed to know who was coming, and asked without looking back: "Are you ready ahead?" ”

"It's all right." Yang Xiaolei wiped the sweat on his face: "General Natuozhi asked me to report to the ghost king, the pit is ready, the gunpowder is ready, and I am waiting for the ghost king to give the order." ”

"Wait a little longer, until they're all at rock bottom." Changsun Hong paused for a moment, said softly, squinted his eyes and counted the small figures below: "I can't let go of any of them." ”

Yang Xiaolei nodded, bent down and went again.

The weather on this day is a good weather, the blue sky and white clouds are long and long, although there is some summer heat, but it can still get by, it is not hot to walk, the Song army under the mountain is unbearable, probably everyone wants to hurry to the place to rest, not a long time, the long queue is all into the valley.

Changsun Hong calmed down and waited until the last soldier entered the valley and walked far into the valley before he stood up.

He was wearing the unique ghost armor of Shimenfan, made of heavy armor and dark iron, black and swarthy as if it was like a black meteorite under the sun, glowing with a blue faint light, when he stood up, the long knife in his hand came out of its sheath, and the bright blade was particularly dazzling against the black armor.

Changsun Hong stood up straight without fear, at this moment he didn't care if the Song soldiers under the mountain would see him, it didn't matter.

The long knife rose mightily, drawing an arc of light, and the ghost pawn on the far hill saw it, immediately got up, shook off a body of leaves, and lit the arquebus of a cannon.

"Bang!"

The unprovoked explosion in the clear sky, the sound of the trumpet reverberated in the valley, and the echo was endless.

"What sound?!" Kublai Khan was immediately pretending to sleep, when he heard the sound, his eyes suddenly opened, the reins of his horse were reined, and he looked around.

The marching Song army was also at a loss, and all the people were looking at the mountains on both sides of it.

"Fire! Look, there's a fire there! Those with sharp eyes immediately shouted out, and many people followed and raised their hands and pointed in one direction: "There is an ambush!" ”

With the sound of cannons, on the slopes on both sides, countless torches lit up from among the bushes, igniting stones doused with fire oil, large or small, rolling down the mountain at the same time.

The scene was spectacular, with thousands of large stones tumbling and jumping, bursting with hunting flames rushing down from the top of the mountain, with a loud roar, rolling towards the panicked crowd at the bottom of the mountain.

"Hide, hide!" Someone screamed and fled.

It is impossible for human power to fight against such a stone, and a stone that falls with great potential energy can smash anything that stands in its way. The instinct to survive made the soldiers unable to maintain a complete formation, and the neat military formation was easily dispersed.

"Don't mess around! Don't mess around! Formation, formation! "There are sober officers roaring and kicking the soldiers running around them, and there are many veterans of the Jinghu Command Division in the forbidden army, and those who have experienced the war know that being ambushed is a dead end, and the purpose of the people above smashing stones is to cause chaos.

In such a situation, the only way to survive is to maintain a rigorous lineup and face the enemy head-on.

It's just that the effect of this restraint is not very good, and some people have already been hit by stones, and the screams have made more people panic, and the team is completely chaotic.

Kublai Khan's horse was frightened, and his hooves jumped wildly, and he simply grabbed the reins and clamped the horse's belly, and then controlled the mount, and then his face twitched a few times, and he urged the horse forward with hatred.

He had already judged that it was by no means an ordinary horse thief who came up with such a movement and set up an ambush to openly attack the officers and soldiers.

This is a strong army, he said.

Song Jun's performance was not enough to ensure his own safety, and it was better to take his own life into his own hands.

Kublai Khan whipped his mount fiercely, the horse under his crotch was in pain, neighed and galloped, and the strong horse body hit the Song soldiers running around like headless flies in front of him, and broke a way in the crowd.

"Get out!" Kublai Khan only had this one thought in his mind, the other party was setting up an ambush here, of course, not for robbery, the soldiers had nothing to rob except for swords, guns and weapons, not to mention that anyone who looked at the flag could know that this was the Great Song Dynasty official army escorting the envoy of Yihe, even if he dared to do it, he must want to put the head on his neck.

Trapped in the valley is the only way to die, and rushing out at the risk of death is the right way.

The five-mile-long valley road is a little long, and the valley mouth in the distance is in sight, and as long as you add a whip, you can rush out of this valley.

There were many people who agreed with him, and the gang was running forward on foot or on horseback, and the men of the front army were moving faster, and some of them were already about to rush out of the valley.

"Hurry up, guard the valley mouth, and escort the adults behind!" A burly man with the appearance of a commander took the lead, and rushed out first, he rode a five-flowered horse, holding a big sword, and his majestic style was very much a general's style.

Before the roar fell, the end of the word "go" disappeared suddenly, and the ground under the horse's hooves suddenly fell as if it had suddenly sunken, and the loess with a radius of more than ten feet turned into a big pit in an instant with his exclamation.

A dozen or so rushing foot soldiers couldn't hold their feet, and they fell down with their eyes, judging from their screams below, this pit was not shallow.

Kublai Khan slammed the reins of his horse and brought his mount to a halt, and the horse neighed and almost threw him down.

The pit grows and is two feet wide, blocking the front of the valley mouth tightly, and even the best horse cannot fly through such a distance.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a group of foot soldiers armed with huge long knives and wearing thick iron armor came out from behind the hillsides on both sides, and gathered in an orderly formation.

(End of chapter)