On the westernmost side of the Sichuan Basin, there is a series of tall and towering mountains, like the basin edge of a tile basin, jutting out of the edge of the basin.

The mountain range as a whole belongs to the Hengduan mountain system, which is interlaced with the Tanggula Mountains and the Bayangela Mountains to the north, and connects with the Himalayas to the west.

The surface of the earth has also changed from the rolling hills to the undulating mountains, and the mountains have changed from the beauty of Emei, the seclusion of Qingcheng, to the majestic and sacred like Gongga Mountain, if the mountains in the river are like a group of beautiful and dignified ladies, then the mountains here are strong and powerful men, with strong arms, set up the foundation of the roof of the world.

There are countless mountains, and the valley bottom is often a gully washed out by the flowing water of the snow-capped mountains, but on some flat alpine meadows, there are magnificent scenery that cannot be seen in the plains. Tibetan people live here, who have lived here for generations.

The clear snow water flows through the pine forests and green grass for miles on the snow-capped mountains, babbling eastward, dotted with free-range cattle and sheep, men herding horses singing lyrical songs, and women with healthy wheat-skinned skin responding with the same wild singing voices.

From the perspective of Confucianism in the Central Plains, this is a barbarian land where birds do not lay eggs, although it also belongs to the royal land under the whole world, but the air is thin, the climate is cold, rice cannot grow, wheat is not easy to grow, only a plant called barley can produce a large amount, but this kind of thing, the taste is not as good as rice and wheat.

There are no minerals that are easy to mine, even salt is very little, the natural conditions are very harsh, and I don't know how the Tibetan people multiply here.

Generations of Tibetan residents, it is under the snow-capped mountains, created a prosperous and splendid civilization, when Tubo was the most powerful, even the Tang Dynasty, did not dare to provoke it easily, but had to use the way of harmony, to achieve harmony.

After the Tang Dynasty, the connection between the Central Plains and Tubo was broken, the five dynasties and ten countries were disturbed, and there was no strong Han regime to maintain the border, and many tribes in Tubo were also itching, and they sent troops one after another, greatly expanding the territory, so that Sichuan, after Yazhou, even if it entered the territory of Tubo.

Tubo in the Song Dynasty no longer has a centralized central power like Songtsen Gampo, a plate of scattered sand on the plateau, the entanglement of **** makes Tubo go to split, large and small tribes are intricate, unconvinced by each other, you beat me and I beat you, very chaotic.

But chaotic and orderly, no one can eat anyone in one bite, and the balance of forces keeps this place delicately stable.

Until the arrival of the Mongols.

The Tibetan tribes in the northern Sichuan region bore the brunt of the attack, the city and the village were breached, the lama temple was bulldozed, and the people were killed, and the Mongols used their swords and blood to win the submission of the enemy, while the scattered Tubo was powerless to resist, and the plundered tribes had to retreat to the depths of the plateau.

In such a big situation, Changsun Hong took the Shimen Fan barbarians and Wang Kui's troops and plunged into Hengduan Mountain.

This is a valley that is very common under the snow-capped mountains, and a small stream flows through the green grass all over the field, and the stream is the melting snow of the high mountains, clear and sweet. On both sides of the stream, there is a gentle slope covered with green grass, and above the slope, there are countless pine forests, which lead to the top of the snow line.

The air is pure and clear, and taking a puff seems to prolong life, at least Changsun Hong thinks so.

The camp of Shimenfan was set up here, and the barbarians gathered dry wood from the pine forest, scooped up water from the stream, and were happily cooking.

Wisps of cooking smoke rise, setting off the white heads of the mountains, a stable and peaceful scene.

The warehouse of the Lingjing supervisor is very rich, the rice and white flour are piled up, Yancheng is really rich, and the prisoner doesn't know how much money he made from it.

Shimenfan took enough food, and after so many days, he could finally have a good hot meal.

Changsun Hong sniffed the aroma of rice wafting from afar, sniffled, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Gollum."

"Gollum!"

"Gollum!!"

A series of swallowing saliva sounded, and Changsun Hong couldn't help but look at the group of people around him with a smile, but he didn't expect that swallowing saliva could also be contagious.

"Hold on to it, and we'll be ready to eat later." Changsun Hong picked up the water hyacinth beside him and took a sip: "We still have to see how to go next first, so that we can eat this meal with peace of mind." ”

There was a rough map in front of him, compared with the previous Ran map, this map was much rougher, but the plateau was inaccessible, and the Tibetan Tusi had a xenophobic tradition, and the Han people were almost extinct here.

Produced by Ran, it must be a high-quality product.

This sentence was originally "produced by Rui Fuxiang, must be a high-quality product" by the eldest grandson Hong's original advertising slogan, which was changed by the Ran brothers and cheekily printed on the map they drawn, so that all the Shimen people have to worship the Ran brothers every time they check the map.

"Look, this side is already on the border line between the Great Song Dynasty and Tubo, and the end of the valley at the foot is the Great Snow Mountain.

Changsun Hong's finger pointed on the map, and after a while, he turned back and pointed to the side of the mountain, Wang Kui and the others followed his finger to look, and they saw where he pointed.

"The Lingjing Prison is more than 300 miles away from here, and we have walked all the way on mountain roads, specifically looking for roads that horses can't walk, and the Mongols can't catch up with us, even if some of them can train eagles to lift the sky, see us from the sky, know our whereabouts, and can't catch up with us."

Wang Kui nodded and said in a deep voice: "Then we will wait here?" ”

"We can only go around this border line, and if we go further, we will run into the Tibetan tribes, there is no need to go over and clash with them, and in the plateau, we are wearing short clothes, and there are no clothes that are enough to protect against the cold."

Changsun Hong agreed with Wang Kui's statement, and he thought the same way.

"On the whole, our goal has been achieved, Kublai Khan was probably forced by us to run around in those days, and in desperation, he walked to the south or west, and now he should still be wandering around in a certain mountain, this side of the mountain is connected into a piece, there is no guide, it is easy to get lost."

"The spies who fell behind came to report that a large group of Mongolian soldiers appeared behind us, at least tens of thousands of people, and they pressed over like a grate in a line and searched carefully."

Na Tuozhi laughed: "It seems that we have provoked the Tartars. ”

"After watching Jingguan and losing another prince, anyone will be in a hurry." The eldest grandson Hong was stunned: "As long as we attract Tahai, it will be our victory." ”

After he finished saying this, a look of regret wiped from the bottom of his eyes, but unfortunately, he didn't catch Kublai Khan, the ancestor of the Yuan dynasty, and killed him, would the Yuan Dynasty not be established?

It's really exciting!

Shaking his head, I don't know if there will be such an opportunity in the future, after some calculations, I didn't even see Kublai Khan's face, I have to say, it was a great mistake.

Every time he thought about it, he regretted that if he had sent a few teams of horseback men to cruise outside the city walls, Kublai Khan would not have escaped unless he put on his wings.

(End of chapter)