When Na Tuo Zhi looked down from the top of the mountain, Wang Liangchen was at the foot of the mountain not far away, looking up.

The eyes of the two intersected in a straight line without knowing each other, but unfortunately in each other's eyes, it was impossible to see anything between friend and foe.

After receiving the military information from Tanma, Wang Liangchen hurried and slowed down, without delay, and rushed from Minzhou to the foot of Qingniling Mountain in two days and set up camp.

Then cautiously took the big and small officers to peek at the bottom of the mountain.

Stopping at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the top of the mountain, Wang Liangchen, who was not taking this mountain seriously, was shocked to realize that this mountain is not tall from a distance, and it is dangerous to get close, although the mountain is not as burly as other places in the Qinling Mountains, but it is precipitous, the top of the mountain is almost a triangular point, and the mountains on both sides are extremely steep, if you want to climb the mountain, it seems that there is no other way except to follow the mountain to an official road that zigzags and turns upward.

The official road is twisted and curved, stretching to the top of the mountain between the trees and boulders on the ridge, and the Songzi banner fluttering in the wind at the top of the main peak is at the top of this road, and it seems that it can fall down and hit the official road.

"Is there any other way to go besides this official road?" Wang Liangchen asked, tilting his neck.

Someone detected it in advance, and said next to him at this moment: "General, there are still a few roads, all of which are small paths taken by woodcutters, and the roads are difficult and very difficult to walk, not to mention that I heard the natives say that when the Song people came here, they dug mountains everywhere, but all the roads that can walk people have been dug up." ”

Wang Liangchen twisted his brows and said loudly: "In the past few years, did the third prince of the Jin people, Wushu, suffer the loss of the Song people here?" ”

This is a bit of a consideration of historical familiarity, an old-looking general replied: "Yes, the Song people Shaoxing four years, Jin Wushu led 100,000 foot cavalry to break the monk Yuan, a large-scale attack on the Song Dynasty, from this ridge to the road, to attack the immortal pass, the Song general Wu Jie led troops to defend this ridge, Wushu because the road was broken, the wall was chiseled into a road, was ambushed by Wu Jie and defeated, ambushed countless corpses. ”

When Wang Liangchen heard this, his face became more solemn, and he touched the thick beard on his chin and said: "I look at the banner of the Song army on the mountain, the regulation is orderly, there is no chaos or panic, the leader of the troops is a good hand, and the road is cut off, is there no other way than to come hard?" ”

The generals around him were shaking their heads, no one made a sound, and it was obvious that everyone had no other way.

"In this case, don't delay, just a mountain range can't stop my tens of thousands of soldiers!" When Wang Liangchen saw this scene, he knew that the detour was hopeless, so he didn't say much, he lifted his body, turned his head and left: "Rest for a day today, and raise troops to attack the mountain early tomorrow morning!" ”

Wang Liangchen was ruthless under the mountain, and Natuozhi on the mountain could only see a group of shadows in the distance.

I don't know who came, but I can tell from the banner that the Mongolian army is coming.

The atmosphere on the mountain suddenly became tense, and the sergeants who had been digging the mud for two days were in full swing to cut down the leaves and branches of the felled trees to make rolling logs, and then piled up huge stones on top of the iron mountain to prepare them for stones. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, arrows, arrows, and crossbows are all ready, and 5,000 people are distributed on the top of Qingni Ridge, which is scattered.

"General, when will the Ghost King come to our aid?" Yang Xiaolei looked at the Mongolian camp in the distance, and asked in a somewhat hurried tone.

The large camp of tens of thousands of people occupies a huge piece of territory, the camp is set up with a wooden fence, there is a trench dug outside the fence, and a group of cavalry with bows and knives gallops back and forth outside the camp, and from time to time the horses run close to the Qingniling and point to the ridge. The flags in the camp are distinctly colored, the various departments are in place, the high fighting and the watchtowers are densely packed, and from a distance, it seems that a city has suddenly been born on the flat ground.

Such a camp is enough to show the level of the Mongolian army's marching and camping, and in a short period of time, the wooden city has been erected, which has departed from the previous horse thief-style combat mode, but has the appearance of a regular army.

Na Tuozhi replied flatly: "The ghost king can't get out of the river valley yet, only after the fight over there can he come over, and for the time being, we can only rely on ourselves." ”

“.…..” Yang Xiaolei swallowed his saliva, looked into the distance and said, "Beiyu, I'm afraid there are forty or fifty thousand people." ”

"Scared?" Na Tuozhi squinted at him: "Shimen Fan is not a bad seed. ”

"Who's afraid!" Yang Xiaolei straightened his chest: "I'm just worried that I can't keep it, and I will ruin the ghost king's plan!" ”

"If you have a mortal heart, there is no place you can't hold." Na Tuozhi smiled coldly: "Since the ghost king sent us, I believe that we have this ability, Tian Dan Shou Jimo is isolated and helpless, and he can still hold out for five years under the siege of 100,000 Qi troops, and we have the ghost king's army behind us, which is much stronger than Tian Dan, what are you afraid of?" Qingniling is steep and majestic, and a man can only squat under our crotch if he is a man, and he can only squat under our crotch! ”

"What the general said is that he is not afraid of death, but where is he afraid?" Yang Xiaolei thought about it, then laughed, and said: "I don't know if there are any nobles such as kings in the Mongolian army below, if there is, it is better to take a head and make a great contribution!" ”

Na Tuozhi turned around and patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards the foot of the iron mountain: "Life and death are just a thought, sooner or later there will be your and my names in the Martyrs' Shrine, for the ghost king to die, die well, go, follow me to inspect it, see where there is still a gap that has not been blocked." ”

Up and down the mountain, the atmosphere of the battle is getting stronger and stronger, in the intensive preparations, the people on both sides of the enemy and us are slowly red-eyed, one side wants to destroy the mountain, the other side wants to block the road, the blood-red sun slowly sets, the next day, it must be a tragic day.

……

At the time of the bloody battle of Qingniling, Changsun Hong had just returned to Hanzhong from the Hanshui River Valley, because the remaining battles in the valley were not over, and the remnants of the Mongolian army still had people staying, and the large-scale army would inevitably die like a hundred-legged insect without stiffness, and the Song army was too disparity with the Mongols, although it was defeated by stratagem, but if it was not taken advantage of the opportunity to press forward step by step, and give them time to come back to their senses, it would be difficult to deal with it again. Therefore, Wanyan Chenghei and Liu Chuan and others had to continue to stay in the river valley, and Changsun Hong only returned to Hanzhong with a few personal guards.

Kublai Khan has not found the body, this person is too important, Changsun Hong is as heavy as a stone hanging in the bottom of his heart, always unsteady, this person is the source of Mongolia's determination to destroy the Song Dynasty, if he is not killed, Changsun Hong will not be able to sleep and eat.

But he was irritable in his heart, but he still had a package of important things to deal with, and discussing with the Tang Sect to disturb Tibet and take advantage of the chaos was a more important event than Qingniling.

That night, after Lin Laosi and Changsun Hong drank a meal, they went back to Tubo with a new assassination list, and the movement of the Tang Men in Fujian and Lin'an was like throwing a stone in a pool of spring water, splashing a little ripple, but it was immediately swallowed by the pool water, and even a shadow could not be seen.

Tens of thousands of people were killed, Tang Men for this noisy restoration, injected a lot of energy, basically the elite in the door were thrown in, but only lasted for half a year, was pacified by the Song Dynasty without much effort, was rescued from Lin'an by the eldest grandson Hong with the help of the power of the Imperial City Division Lin Laosi was discouraged, borrowed wine to kill sorrows, Tang Men as if the backbone was pumped, languished.

(End of chapter)