For the eagle on horseback--- for the Great Mongolia, people of other nationalities cannot be called people.

They were only gifts from the Immortal Heavens to the Great Mongolia, slaves, cattle and sheep, and panting animals responsible for producing supplies for the people of the Great Mongolia and giving them what they wanted.

The lives of these people are lowly, and they cannot be equated with a strong horse or a cow that produces milk.

To paraphrase the great Genghis Khan: "The most lifeless thing for a man is to hunt down your enemies, invade their lands, plunder their wealth, and then listen to their wives and children cry bitterly." ”

Under the guidance of such thinking, the Great Mongolia was in a mess everywhere it went.

Populations were slaughtered, cities were destroyed, civilizations were destroyed, and the land was devastated.

And they still enjoy it, feeling that there is nothing wrong with what they are doing.

The strong are kings, and the weak eat the strong, isn't this the way this world is?

Only those who survive the test of blood and fire in the competition are worthy of ruling the entire earth, which is the will of God and the eternal truth.

Therefore, the cavalry team galloping in the territory of Zitong was justified in sabotage.

The leader of this team was a Se-eyed man, called Saidianchi, a Turk, who was originally a prisoner of war during the Mongol expedition to the west, surrendered under the rain of Mongol iron horses and arrows, fought desperately for the Mongol army in order to survive, and made meritorious contributions to the alien war in which he fought for freedom and survival as before, was pardoned, and became a Red Army.

He followed the Mongol army south into Sichuan, and after he was killed in battle, the army returned north, but he stayed.

After years of fighting, this tower-like man has left countless scars, and his body is not as good as before, and Sai Dianchi doesn't want to go to the cold north anymore to fight for his life, he thinks that the south is very good, at least in Sichuan, it is very good.

So he curry favor with Nairentai, offering treasures and women, and getting the opportunity to come out and fight the grass valley.

The Mongol custom of plundering was to be one's own private wealth, protected by the Great Khan, which was a source of incentives for the Mongols to fight, and it was a reason to fight with tribes to the place where the victor's horse could run within a day.

Among the nearly 500 people in the Saidian Red Belt, there were no Mongols, the Red Army had 200 people, and the rest were Han Chinese.

The head of these Han people is called Nan Yongzhong, the former ruler of the Longqing Mansion of the Great Song Dynasty, who surrendered when the Mongols attacked Sichuan five years ago, and he took the remaining 300 people out with Saidianchi.

The Red Army was inferior in front of the Mongol soldiers, but in front of the Han Army, it was able to walk with its head held high.

So Nan Yongzhong came out this time, although there were many people, but he was doing miscellaneous work, doing things, but not him.

For example, this time, when he heard that there was a group of Song people fleeing from the nearby villages in front of him who were running up the mountain, Sai Dianchi did not hesitate to order Nan Yongzhong to hurry up and chase after him, while he took several carts of property and hundreds of robbed people, and slowly rode behind.

Nan Yongzhong held back the fire in his belly, but he was helpless, and when he came out, Nai Rentai explained very clearly: Everything is decided by Sai Dianchi, and there is no disobedience!

Nan Yongzhong led more than 200 men, beat horses and chased closely, galloped between the hills, bypassed one low mountain bag after another, and finally found a large number of footprints in the place that was about to approach the mountains.

A scout who dismounted to check came to report: "General, the footprints are very messy, some are big and some are small, it seems that there are at least a thousand people, it should be a large team, and there are rut marks, three points into the ground, and there are heavy objects on the car." ”

Nan Yongzhong listened, immediately became excited, came out to fight the grass valley to sweep the autumn wind for fear of returning empty-handed, wandering around outside for two or three days, seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the Song Dynasty's heavily defended Chengdu area, but the harvest was little, according to this, in order to get considerable wealth and population, the only way to continue to go south. And if you go too deep south, the chance of meeting with the Song army brigade will become bigger and bigger, not that you are afraid of the Song army, but you can't go out to grab things and play with your life.

At this moment, he finally found the traces of the common people in the brigade, and Nan Yongzhong did not have half of the pity for his compatriots, but was overjoyed: these short-lived guys seem to have learned well, and they know how to run away from the Great Mongolian Army.

"General, there is a big mountain ahead, if you don't hurry up, they will get into the forest, and it will be difficult to find them." The scout reminded him.

Nan Yongzhong then shouted, pointed the horse whip, and rushed forward as fast as a spark, their horses were Sichuan horses that the Mongols matched to them, and they did not give good Mongolian horses, and the speed was a little worse, but it was enough to chase the staggering people.

The horse's hooves are windy, as fast as a meteor.

Two quarters of an hour later, Nan Yongzhong chased a small valley, the valley happened to be on the side of the mountain, a rolling mountain seemed to be endless stretching into the distance, like a high wall, the mountain was full of trees, hiding thousands of people without showing it at all.

The traces here are more obvious, there are littered debris along the way, some pickers are thrown on the side of the road at will, footprints are messy, everywhere, it seems that the people in front of them noticed that someone was chasing after them, and began to panic.

Nan Yongzhong's subordinates, there are already people who can't wait to start dismounting to collect things on the ground, these soldiers and monkeys are very anxious, Nan Yongzhong didn't stop it, he can see that this valley is very small, the bottom of the valley should be a steep slope, it is difficult to climb up, that group of ordinary people, panicked to run in, at this moment must be in a mess in the chaos at a loss.

After going around the outside twice and carefully checking that there was no suspicious place in the footprints--- Nan Yongzhong was also very careful--- and sent a few scouts to investigate, and when they came out, they all said happily that there was no ambush inside, it was all ordinary people, and they were desperately climbing towards the mountain.

Nan Yongzhong completely let down his guard, this is still far from Chengdu, and it is impossible for the Song army to put on wings and fly over, since there is no ambush, let's do it.

He waved his sword and ordered, strictly ordering everyone to enter the valley at once and not to stay.

More than 200 people coaxed him in, everyone was in a hundred spirits, bullying the common people, they were the best.

When I went in, it was really not big, a patchwork valley, and at a glance I could see the end, and a thousand handfuls of linen people were gathering at the bottom of the valley, looking around, and when they saw a person on horseback at the mouth of the valley, they immediately shouted.

Nan Yongzhong saw that this group of ordinary people were still pushing more than a dozen carts, and he didn't think it was funny: These people are really asking for money and dying, when is it, and they are still pushing the carts, see if I don't take you and people together!

He was about to instruct his subordinates to block the mouth of the valley first, and then slowly clean up the people inside, but he was surprised to see that the group of people actually began to turn the cart sideways and form a line.

It's a little weird, what are they going to do?

The tarpaulin covering the cart was torn off, revealing some strange boxes, boxy and familiar.

was pondering, but I heard a noise behind me, and many of my own soldiers screamed behind me, as if they had seen something terrible.

He turned around, frowned, and shouted to tell them to stop, but he saw the guards running over in panic, and roared: "Oh, no! General, there are Song soldiers, and Song soldiers are blocking our back road! ”

Song Bing?

Where did Song Bing come from?

Nan Yongzhong's heart trembled, but he still slapped his subordinates in the face and roared: "Lao Tzu slaughtered you crazy!" How can there be Song soldiers here? ”

"It's true!" The subordinates cried: "The general went over and took a look for himself, they are all black-armored soldiers, all of them are armored, they moved the horses, and blocked the valley mouth from the outside!" ”

Rejection of horses?!

Nan Yongzhong's heart beat even harder, and he suddenly remembered what those boxy boxes were on those ordinary people's carts.

"Bed crossbow! It's a bed crossbow! ”

The soldiers around him were already shouting, and they were all too familiar with this kind of weapon.

Under Nan Yongzhong's horrified gaze, the barbarians dressed in the clothes of the common people began to remove the covers on all sides of the cart, and the bed crossbows with javelins were stretched one by one, revealing their true colors.

Nan Yongzhong's team was suddenly in disarray, and the javelins on the bed crossbow were terrifyingly powerful, and they could shoot through the healthy horses at such a distance.

Ai Zhongxiao, who was dressed in sackcloth and disguise, pulled the strong bowstring of the bed crossbow hard, turned Wangshan, and aimed at Nan Yongzhong, who was in a dilemma in the distance, and squinted his eyes.

(End of chapter)