The horses beneath them snorted and spun around the edge of the huge pit.

Kublai Khan's body followed the horse's rotation, his eyes staring at the pit, and his back was cold.

Under the pit, there are dense pointed wooden stakes, pointed upwards, like a huge nail board horizontal at the bottom, and the people and horses who fell into it are bloodily skewered on the top, like the unique food --- meat skewers of the Tibetan people.

Just a little faster, the meat skewers below will have their own share.

Kublai Khan raised his eyes, glanced at the iron wall that had been lined up on the opposite side of the pit, and immediately made a decision, pulled out his horse and ran towards the way he came.

There is a pit in the front, but there must be no in the back, otherwise you will step into it when you come.

It is very difficult to run back, because there is a pit in front, and the people who come later do not know, a strong forward rush, the people in front flee backwards, the two streams of people collide together, squeezing the place of the small valley into a pile of people, the soldiers curse loudly, you push me and squeeze, like a ball of rice grains and red beans hyped in the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

At such a critical juncture, Kublai Khan naturally would not try in vain to revive the army like the Song army officers, he rode on a horse, the whip took turns on the horse's butt and the heads of the people who stood in the way, and the long whip hit the head and face on the head of the Song army's foot soldiers, breaking a way in the screams.

On the slopes on both sides, large and small stones still fell down, and from time to time they smashed into the crowded crowds, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the fire was thrown in all directions, burning the flames at the bottom of the valley, and the verdant valley became a purgatory of blood and fire.

There are Song soldiers who braved the rain of stones to shoot bows and arrows at the hillside, but the effect is very bad, the stones are rolled out of the woods on the side of the mountain, and the people who smash the stones are hidden in the woods, and the shadows are throwing stones down from the gaps in the trees, I don't know how many people, and I can't even see who they are. The sharp arrow was shot up, and Bang Bang Bang hit the trunk of the tree, and no one knew whether it hit the people inside.

Kublai Khan lay on horseback, galloping along the road, dodging the boulders, blowing like the wind, and was galloping, but saw Yan Fu, the envoy of the Song Dynasty in front, running on foot under the escort of a group of Song troops.

"Lord Kublai Khan, please come with me, I will escort you out!" Yan Fu's head didn't know where to fall, his hair was unkempt and he was holding the hem of his official robe, and he beckoned to Kublai Khan vigorously: "We have 2,000 soldiers, just kill them from the valley!" ”

He didn't know about the pit and the ironclad Mo sword soldiers in front of him, and he thought that he could kill the bloody road, but he didn't know that the way had been blocked.

Kublai Khan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, the situation was already very dangerous, and if he delayed a little more, he would have a less chance of survival, he shouted violently, clamped the horse's belly fiercely, and the mount passed by Yan Fu's side with a strong wind, almost knocking Yan Fu to the ground.

Yan Fu was so shocked that he sat on the ground, sitting in the dust with a disgraced face, and the left and right guards pulled him up. Keep up with him, keep up with Kublai Khan, we all have to die if something happens to him! ”

A group of people hurriedly got up on their legs and stumbled after Kublai Khan's horse while eating dirt in the dust raised by Kublai Khan's mount.

No matter how fast a person runs, he can't be faster than a four-legged horse, but in the blink of an eye, Kublai Khan's figure jumped a few times in the Song army scurrying all over the ground, drowning in the sea of people, Yan Fu was so anxious that his feet jumped wildly, sweating all over his head, tied the hem of his clothes into his belt, threw off his arms and galloped, and before he ran far, he heard a loud noise on the road, and the whole valley jumped violently.

Yan Fu was so shocked that he almost sat in the dust with his ass again, but fortunately, his left and right hands were fast, and he was able to hold him up, so as to avoid the embarrassment of gaffes.

But he didn't have time to care about anything else, but tilted his head up, opened his mouth, and stared in shock in the direction of the valley mouth of the road, where a black mushroom-shaped cloud rose into the sky quickly, like a beacon fire lit on the Great Wall, soaring into the sky.

"W-What's going on?!"

Yan Fu's stammering question was exchanged for the surrounding forbidden troops looking at each other, and after half a sound, the officer with a firearm licked his lips and said, "My lord, what is that...... It seems to be the movement of a gunpowder explosion! ”

"Quick, go over and have a look!" Yan Fu lifted his robe, said in a hurry, and led a group of soldiers to sprint in the rolling stones, and before he ran far, he saw the rear army team coming towards him.

The chaotic army broke and fled, and the momentum was like a rush, and the people around Yan Fu were rushed to almost one place, thanks to the desperate efforts of a few loyal and brave guards, Yan Fu was not squeezed down by the rebels.

He stood still, grabbed a soldier of the forbidden army who came running, and shouted: "Bold! Flee without permission, beheaded! Fight off the enemy with me! ”

"My lord, the back road has been cut off!" This person also recognized Yan Fu and knew that this was his superior, so he shouted with a crying voice: "The brothers of the rear army are about to withdraw, who knows that there is gunpowder buried in the mountain pass, and as soon as it explodes, the landslide will crack, and many brothers will die. Only by moving forward can there be a way to live! ”

"Dynamite? Fire attack?! Yan Fu's heart was suddenly suffocated, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the man immediately slipped away like a mouse.

Yan Fu stayed where he was, sweating like rain, looking up at the front and back, but saw the smoke rushing to the sky behind him, screaming in front of him, cutting off the front and back, as if he was on the verge of a desperate situation.

He is a civilian official, he doesn't know about military affairs, he came here to be an envoy, not to fight, the general of the forbidden army who led the army had just died in the pit in front of him, and the Song army of 2,000 people was leaderless, and he didn't know how to clean up such a mess.

"My lord, go up the mountain!" There are veterans in the personal guards, and when they see this scene, they can't care about the humility of the upper and lower levels, so they run towards the mountain with Yan Fu, and the front and back are blocked, and there is no way to advance or retreat, but fortunately, the mountains on both sides are not steep, and there is still some hope when they climb up.

Yan Fu had lost his soul and couldn't even move his legs, the guards were half-pulling and half-fighting, hugging him and running towards the mountain, the stone rain between the woods had stopped, and the Song soldiers were holding the thought of dying left and right, fighting and still having the possibility of survival, and rushed towards the mountain with their lives.

Changsun Hong stood in the bushes, took a few steps forward, his black armor was like a black hole absorbing light in the sunlight shining down from the mountain, out of the shade of the woods, and his tall body was very eye-catching on the hillside.

Yan Fu saw it immediately, he blinked, obviously not figuring out what the origin of this black-armored man with iron was.

Under the ghost mask of Changsun Hong, a pair of emotionless eyes were as calm as ice water, and he raised the long knife in his hand from his waist, drew a semicircle, and held it high above his head.

"Kill!"

In the next second, a thunder-like shout sounded, accompanied by a long knife slashing down in the air, and Changsun Hong shouted: "Kneel down to avoid death!" ”

"Kneel down to avoid death!"

Countless black-armored soldiers emerged from the trees, and a row of crossbow arrows was scattered first, and in the order of shield hands in front, crossbowmen in the back, and pikemen second, the barbarians were like a patch of grass that suddenly grew, and instantly formed a human wall on the mountains on both sides.

They did not rush down to kill, but slowly pressed down, behind the shield wall, the crossbowmen carefully aimed, fired accurately, and loaded in an orderly manner, because of the terrain, it was difficult for the Song crossbowmen below to cross the protection of the shield and shoot the Shimen crossbowmen behind, but the Shimen crossbowmen could easily hit the Song soldiers.

It's going to be a tough battle.

Marching and fighting, in the era of cold weapons, there are two things, one is the heart, the morale is like a rainbow, the battle is invincible, it is possible to fight five, the Song army has now been shocked by the sudden pit explosion ambush, the main general is dead again, of course, there is no heart.

As soon as morale falls, you have to fight for the second thing: discipline.

If an army that is in an inferior situation has strict military discipline and well-trained iron rules, if the soldiers can rather die in battle than retreat, even if they are poor, they can still persist in being undefeated, and these soldiers under Yan Fu obviously do not have such conditions.

As a result, the situation of the war was reversed.

"Kneel down to avoid death!"

Changsun Hong's crossbow arrows did not shoot out a few waves, and the black-armored soldiers had not yet reached the bottom, and the Song soldiers, who were kneeling on the ground and bowing their heads and begging for mercy, had already fallen to a large area in the black.

Yan Fu was also among them, wrapped in a group of Song soldiers and trembling. He was very flustered in his heart, everyone in front of him was covered with iron faces, and he didn't even know who the people who came.

Seeing that the situation was under control, the black-armored soldiers who had been pressed down did not continue to march downward, but paused on the slope of the mountain with a long horn, their spears were mounted on their shields, and there was no sign of hand-to-hand combat except for still shouting the slogan "Kneel down to avoid death" and shoot arrows at the Song soldiers who were still running around.

"What is this for?" Yan Fu's eyes rolled slightly: "Do you want to capture us?" Extorting money from the Song court? ”

This idea is not unfounded, in the past, the envoys of the Song court sent envoys to the grassland foreign countries, and from time to time they were taken hostage by some tribes, and the Great Song Dynasty had to pay a certain amount of gold and silver to bring people back, otherwise they would not let them go.

But that's something that only happens on the desert grassland, and it's still in Henan, why did it happen?

Looking at the armor of these murderers, it is also very different from the grassland tribes.

Who is it?

Just as Yan Fu was guessing, a team of horse hooves from the valley mouth behind him woke him up, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a team of cavalrymen also dressed in black armor rushing over from there, spears like a forest, and a horseman led by a horse with a bloody head hanging from the neck.

The head is very special, there is no hair on the top of the head, not like the Han hairstyle, but it is a little ...... Like the head shape of the Mongols.

Yan Fu thought for a moment, rubbed his eyes, then stood up and looked over eagerly.

The cavalry also ran closer, turned a corner in front of Yan Fu, and ran towards the hillside, and from Yan Fu's angle, he could clearly see the head dangling on the horse's neck.

The human head was tied to the horse with a horsewhip, and although they did not get along for a long time, only about ten days, Yan Fu still immediately identified who the head belonged to.

"Poof!"

Yan Fu's face turned pale, and the strength of his body seemed to be taken away by an invisible hand at that moment, and the whole person softened like mud, and suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Oh my God...... They killed him...... They killed him! Yan Fu's hollow eyes were filled with dead ashes, and he raised his right hand tremblingly, pointing at the horse, at first whispering, and then crying: "They killed Kublai Khan!" They killed Kublai Khan! ”

(End of chapter)