Because the momentum of the impact just now was too strong, this upside-down onion-like action into the soil was very ruthless, and Wu Liexu struggled for a long time before pulling his head out of the soil in embarrassment.

Fortunately, he didn't hit the stone, he thought to himself, otherwise he would have died.

Those damn southerners will play this kind of indiscriminate trick!

Wu Liexu was very angry, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he couldn't tell if it was because of anger or injury.

As soon as his head left the dirt, he looked around with hatred, and the cowardly Song army should pay a heavy price!

As soon as his head was raised, a cold light flashed in front of him, and an iron weapon smashed on his forehead, smashing his newly raised head backwards, and the whole person fell backwards unexpectedly, falling to the ground on all fours like a bag of potatoes.

"Live!"

At the same time as Venus was flaring, he heard such a sentence in his ears.

It's Chinese.

Isn't that what the I just said to my subordinates? Actually spit out of Song Jun's mouth at this moment, it seems that they want to catch their own live mouth?

Someone said yes, and a sound of footsteps rushed towards him.

Song Bing must not be allowed to catch his own mouth! Wu Liexu tried hard to get up, but his hands and feet didn't obey the call, and his brain was also very dizzy, just now, he was hit very hard, and his forehead was flushed and warm, it should be a broken bone and bleeding.

None of this matters, the Mongol warriors can kill even if they are wounded. He desperately held his feet and stood up straight.

There was scarlet in front of him, blood blurred his eyes, the heavens and the earth were spinning, and it took a lot of effort for Wu Liexu to judge that there was heaven and earth.

He reached out and wiped his face, narrowing his bloodied eyes.

Then he saw the southerner with a valiant face.

He was still smiling, very annoying.

Kowloon Angde strode over, easily avoiding Wu Liexu's vain waving arms, went around behind him, and smashed the back of the big knife in his hand on his head for the second time.

But this time it was the back of the head that was smashed, and Wu Liexu rolled his eyes and fell to the ground like a mess of mud.

Jiulong Angde approached, first took away a hand-relieving knife inserted in his waist, and then made up for it on his head, before clapping his hands with satisfaction, and turned back to Changsun Hong and shouted, "Sir, it's okay." ”

Changsun Hong replied casually: "Tie it up." ”

His eyes stared at the figures who were fighting in several places on the hillside.

Of the ten Red Army, five were still standing, all of whom rushed in a roundabout way from the left and right, and they all had no horses, and all of them were standing on the ground and fighting on foot.

The stumbling horse of the dark ghost just now was suddenly launched, almost at the same time, although the distance of the Mongolian soldiers galloping was fast and slow, but on this dirt slope, there were hundreds of dark ghosts under the Shimen Fan cloth.

They lay on the ground like rolling meadows, with grass on their bodies, and they did not fear being trampled by the rushing Mongol horses, for the horses instinctively avoided the higher meadows and chose a gentle place to gallop.

From the moment the Mongols set foot on this hillside, they had already fallen into the trap of Shimen Fan stumbling horses, and when to launch it was just waiting for the signal of Changsun Hong.

At the same time, the tense triphorse rope threw all ten Mongol soldiers to the ground, and two of them could not get up, and there were some stones on the hillside, and the skulls were brittle and cracked to death.

Some of the survivors were slow, and before they could get up, they were stabbed dozens of times by the dark ghost's dragon-patterned knife.

The five of them reacted very quickly, they rolled over and got up, and immediately fought with the incoming dark ghosts.

Arruda was one of them, and when he saw what Kowloon Angde had done to Wu Liexu, he was so angry that he couldn't be more angry.

"Bastard!" He roared, slashing the long knife in his hand fiercely: "It's kind of a fight with me!" ”

No one responded to him, and the ghosts slashed at him with straight faces.

There is no suspense in this kind of battle, more than a hundred people slash five people, and you know the result with your toes.

The Arrudas struggled for only a few breaths before the resistance stopped.

The nine corpses were arranged in a row by the dark ghosts, and the stripped ones really became the Red Army.

Jiulong Lang rode over from a distance in a hurry, circled in front of everyone like a show off, and shouted: "These Mongolian Tartar horses are really good, they are all good horses, no wonder these grandchildren come and go like the wind, it turns out that everyone has two horses!" This time it's developed! ”

The dark ghosts cheered and hugged him and shouted, Jiulonglang Ruo was even more proud, and planned to have another powerful riding show, he had ridden horses in Dali, and he was very expressive in front of people.

"Pack your things and go into the woods!" Changsun Hong stopped him in time and ordered: "Cut off all the heads and take them away, the Mongols may still have signs operating around here, there is no need to fight with their brigade, go!" ”

The people said yes, and immediately dispersed with their horses, and they did not even pull down the horses, whose hooves had been injured by tripping ropes, and dragged them away forcibly.

Changsun Hong walked behind, he looked at the small mountain village that was burned by fire in the distance, took a deep look for the last time, sighed, and followed everyone into the dense forest.

More than ten miles away from the ambush site, in an extremely dense pine forest, there is a large camp of Shimenfan.

It was still a tent with grass, and the defense of the secret sentry was set up far away, and Shimenfan's camp in the dense forest did not have a tall wooden fence and arrow tower like a general military camp, but rather a hidden city.

There are traps everywhere, instead of wooden walls. The dark ghost hiding in the tree replaced the arrow tower, and the warning effect of the dark whistle that spread far away was a hundred times stronger than that of the bright whistle, and the traces of the activities of the brigade were effectively covered, not even the fire was lit, there was no smoke, and no one knew that there were thousands of troops in this mountain.

"Slaughter all the lame horses, process the meat, dry it, and take it with you." If Jiulong Lang ordered the men and horses to return from all over the place, the Shimen soldiers in units of 100 people would continue to return from outside, and those who came back with them often included captives and horses.

The eldest grandson sat outside a large tent, holding a bowl of water and drinking it all in one gulp.

Then he looked at the more than ten generals sitting in front of him: "Are they all back?" ”

"It's all back." The answer was Kowloon Onde: "Five teams of people sent out, all of them have returned." ”

"How's it going?"

"In two days, the five teams found a total of four brand teams, and one team was unlucky and did not encounter it."

Wang Chao, the barbarian who was sitting a little farther away, blushed, and lowered his head when he heard the sound.

"The four teams killed a total of thirty-five Mongol soldiers, captured five alive, captured eighty-four horses, of which fifty-six could still be used, and the others were too seriously injured or lame hooves to recover, and were killed as military rations."

The eldest grandson Hong smiled at the barbarian generals sitting around, and everyone laughed and high-fived each other, and the joy of victory echoed silently over the dense forest.

However, Wang Chao and several of his generals lowered their heads so low that they almost hid them in the crotch of their pants.

"What about our losses?" Changsun Hong restrained his smile and asked again.

Kowloon Angde frowned and said, "Three people were killed, ten people were injured, and four of them were seriously injured. ”

"One or two hundred people against ten people, there are still dead and wounded in this situation, what's going on?" Changsun Hong's face became more and more serious: "Whose people are they, let's talk about it." ”

"It's my people." Na Tuozhi stood up uneasily, and said ashamedly: "I didn't calculate the timing when I started, and a few Mongols were not pulled off their horses, although they were surrounded by us, they could still swing their swords on horses, so there were dead and wounded. ”

"Learn the lesson and don't repeat the mistakes of the past." Eldest Sun Hong said sharply: "Every soldier is our brother, we must love them as if we were our own siblings, unnecessary casualties are crimes!" ”

"Yes!" Everyone agreed in unison.

"You also sit down, take out this month's salary, and give a pension to the dead." The eldest grandson Hong said to Na Tuozhi: "Remember this lesson and think carefully before the battle, and you will save the lives of your subordinates." ”

"Yes, I remember." Na Tuo Zhi was like a student who had made a mistake, and he lowered his eyebrows and agreed respectfully.

"Alright, bring our guests in." Eldest Sun Hong sat up straight, his eyes becoming cold: "It's time to ask them." ”

(End of chapter)