When Na Tuozhi said this, he fell silent, and Changsun Hong also tightened his eyebrows and did not speak, and the rest of the barbarians looked at the solemn expressions of the two, and they all quieted down and remained silent.

After thinking for a while, Changsun Hong raised his eyebrows, clicked the jade hairpin in his hand on the map, and said: "Cut off the left ear and right hand of each of the three people, and let them go." But let them bring back the head of that dead Mongol. ”

Na Tuozhi nodded and asked, "Do you want them to bring something back?" ”

Eldest Sun Hong glanced at him and said with a smile: "No need, seeing the head of the person is enough for them to be angry, there is no need to add fuel to the fire." ”

"But in this way, we will become trees that grow on the tuyere, and we will bear the brunt." Na Tuozhi said cautiously: "The Mongol scouts have been killed so much, the people leading the troops must hate us so much that they can't sleep." What do we do if they come to the brigade? ”

"Run." A smile appeared on the corner of Changsun Hong's mouth, full of scoundrels: "If you can't win, run, there are so many mountains here, as long as we go around in circles in the ravine, can they still catch up with us?" ”

"We can't outrun them on the flat ground, but on this mountainous land, we Shimenfan say second, and no one dares to admit the first." Na Tuozhi also laughed: "What the Ghost King said is right. ”

"When the captives are gone, we will pack up and set off immediately." Changsun Hong turned his face to the barbarian generals sitting around, and said with a straight face: "Leave some dark ghosts around to pass on the news." If it was a small group of a few hundred people, we would have returned and eaten him in one bite. If there are many people, we will continue to walk deep into the mountains, and they will chase after them, and we will bite their flesh one bite at a time on the way. If they didn't chase them, we waited for them to go and went out to hunt their rangers. ”

The sky was clear and blue, and the golden sunlight shone through the leaves in the forest, dappled and gorgeous. However, the eldest grandson Hong, who was hidden in the shadow of the tree, was full of conspiracy and treachery, and even the smile that looked very sunny on weekdays was full of sinister meaning.

The faces of the barbarian generals twitched slightly, it was the first time they had seen the ghost king like this, the soldiers were not tired of cheating, and it seemed that the war was so shameless that it was a little unappetizing for everyone.

But who makes themselves few? There were no horses, and there seemed to be no better way to do it than to fight like this.

"It is our goal to drag the fat and thin of the Mongol soldiers to death, and to kill them in the movement." Changsun Hong continued his cheekiness and scratched the jade hairpin around the map: "Drag them here, delay their pace to the south, and when they retreat, take the territory we want first, so that we can retreat from the enemy and naturally make demands to the Song Dynasty." ”

The barbarian generals were a little ignorant, they understood the front, but the next few words were a little incomprehensible.

Na Tuozhi, a young man with a flexible mind who couldn't help talking, was the first to ask: "Ghost King, will the Mongols retreat?" They can't catch us, won't they just go to Gongzhou regardless of it? Even though we killed their people, we didn't have to get rid of us before we went south. ”

This question can be regarded as asking everyone's voice, Mr. Changsun, the ghost king, is very capable, both civil and military, full of wisdom, and won the century-old ancient country Dali in a conversation and laughter, saying that it is a masterpiece of the world, no exaggeration.

But no matter how powerful it is, it can't be unpredictable, right? The Mongols have been going south and north all these years, and when have they not returned after they have eaten enough and grabbed enough, how could they give up halfway? The 800,000 army is mighty, and it is clear that it will not stop if it does not break down the passage out of Huguang and open up Kuimen, how can it be possible to meet more than 2,000 barbarian soldiers in Shimen and return home?

Storytellers don't dare to say that.

Everyone looked at Changsun Hong and wanted to hear what he had to say.

Changsun Hong smiled inscrutablely, and spit out a few words meaningfully: "The mountain people have their own clever plans, you wait, within a month, the Mongols will retreat." ”

Everyone fell.

Mr. Changsun is worthy of being the king of ghosts, and he is unpredictable when he talks about ghosts.

However, the trust in Changsun Hong, like the roots of an old tree, has grown in the hearts of the barbarians, and the knives are constantly chopping. When he said this, there must be a reason for saying so, but everyone's vision is not as broad as his, and they can't understand it for a while.

The ears of the three captives who cried for their fathers and mothers were cut off, their right hands were chopped off, and each of them was given a horse and put back.

Wu Liexu's head was tied to the neck of one of the horses, and it was flung around bloodily.

When the captives were gone, the whole army of Shimenfan moved, cleaned up neatly, and with little effort, more than 3,000 people disappeared from the woods.

The next morning, the Mongol cavalry of the brigade came.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves was like thunder rushing in the sky, and after a while, thousands of Mongol soldiers came one after another. The mighty tide rises and falls, majestic like the birth of a dragon horse, the banner is unfurled, and the armor is like snow.

There was a pioneer knight who was quick to find the nine slick corpses that were being pecked by wild birds in the violent corpse wilderness, and immediately ran over to dismount and clean up, and loudly signaled to the latecomers.

"This is it?" Thousands of households Zhuoer Mahan Le Ma on the earthen slope mountain beam where the eldest grandson Hong stopped the day before yesterday, looking around angrily.

Zhang Rongzu, a thousand households of the Han army, rode a horse behind him, and after looking around, he said firmly: "It's here." ”

The nine corpses were wrapped in sackcloth by a group of Han soldiers and placed on horseback.

"It's really hateful! How dare you insult our warriors of the Great Mongolian Kingdom like this! Zhuo Ermahan was furious, his face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kept waving his fist as big as a sandbag: "Are these southerners only worthy of doing dirty things that are not as good as these pigs and dogs?" I'm going to dig them up and crush them to ashes!" ”

Zhang Rongzu raised his eyes and looked at the dense forest in the distance, and after a few words of command, a large group of Han soldiers immediately dismounted, drew their blades, and broke into the forest.

"Don't worry, my lord, according to the soldiers who fled back, there are not many Song troops hiding here, so we will go and destroy them to avenge the fallen warriors." Zhang Rongzu said to Zhuo Ermahan with kind words: "Use their lives to comfort the souls of the warriors in heaven." ”

Zhuo Ma Han gritted his teeth and gurgled, and said hatefully: "No wonder there are several teams of the Tanma Red Army who have lost their news in the past two days, and they were originally plotted by the Song Army here, they are all our elites, they did not die on the battlefield of guns and arrows, but died in the hands of Xiao Xiao, it is really hateful!" ”

He stared at the vast jungle, his eyes were dripping blood, and he shouted: "Wait until you kill all the Song soldiers inside, burn this forest for me, and don't let it become a hiding place for Song soldiers again!" ”

Zhang Rongzu nodded yes again and again, but his face was as stiff as iron, and he secretly said in his heart: Those Song soldiers must have run away a long time ago, and it is useless to burn this forest.

Sure enough, just as he expected, the Han soldiers who had escaped into the forest found nothing and came out again, and they were in a hurry, counting the number of people, but there were many less.

Zhang Rongzu was shocked, and when he asked, he found no trace of Song soldiers in the forest, but there were many traps, what bamboo sticks and tripwire hidden arrows, countless, many Han soldiers fell on the road and died inside.

Dzormand went away, jumped off his horse himself, lit a torch and began to burn the forest.

The flames rose into the sky, just like the anger in his heart, out of control.

(End of chapter)