Wang Liangchen, as an outstanding figure of the younger generation of the Wang family in Gongzhou, although not as famous as his elder brother Wang Dechen, is extremely extraordinary.

The battle of Qingniling dragged on for a long time, and the Mongolian army camp set up fifteen miles away from the ridge could not move its nest for a long time, and that piece of camp was built next to the Baihe River by the water next to the mountain, and people shouted and neighed every day, just like a town.

The big camp takes the wooden fence as the wall, the deep trench as the barrier, the arrow tower of two hundred steps, the five hundred steps of a fight, the people and horses in the middle are separated, the camp tent is even the sky, and the flags of various colors are connected one by one, such as colorful clouds waving, covering the sky and the sun.

Every early morning and evening, when the Mongolian army puts the horses out of the slaughter and returns to the circle, the scene is the most spectacular, thousands of horses gallop out, the horses' hooves step on the ground, such as thunder and shock in the nine days, the sturdy Mongolian soldiers gallop on the left and right, the long whip is loud, the whip flowers explode in the air, people are like dragons and horses, such as tigers, dominating the world.

The Song soldiers on the Iron Mountain watched this scene from a distance, and what was revealed in their eyes was envy and silence, and Na Tuozhi's cold face couldn't suppress the desire in his heart, staring at the smoke and dust that had been pouring up in the air while the horses were galloping, and he refused to leave for a long time.

However, at night, the horses also have to sleep, and the Mongol soldiers do not need horses to attack the mountains at night, and Wang Liangchen also has to rely on two legs to climb the mountain.

On this day of night attack, the soldiers he personally led, and did not shy away from the fanfare, the continuous torches illuminated the Qingniling as if it was day, a large number of military horses lined up in a phalanx, one by one under the ridge, the mighty military array flashed in the moonlight and firelight, and the swords, guns and arrows exuded a murderous aura in a tight drum beat and horn sound.

Wang Liangchen stood in front of the formation with a frosty face, riding his favorite black horse, wearing a helmet and armor, and carrying the long knife that had cut off the heads of many people.

Badulu stood behind him with a strip of cloth wrapped around his head, and blood stains were faintly oozing out of the strip of cloth, which set off the white-bearded old man very tragically. The injury was made in the afternoon, a stone as big as a grinding disc jumped down from the iron mountain, wiped Badulu's forehead and flew over, in the whistling sound Badulu took out the skills of a battle-hardened veteran, dismounted with a heavy waist, and dodged at the last moment, just scratched his head, but picked up a life.

Without exception, Badulu retreated, and Wang Liangchen naturally wouldn't give him a good look, so now he could only stand behind with his head down.

A Mongolian general leaned his head over and whispered to Badulu with a little tiredness: "Boss, is Wang Shuai going to work hard?" After attacking for a long time during the day, and not stopping at night, according to this method, if you can't take Qingniling tonight, will you continue to attack tomorrow? ”

Badulu smiled bitterly and smacked his mouth: "It seems that this is the case, Wang Shuai led the troops independently for the first time, but he was blocked here, this is something that his father and brother have never had, and his face is dull when it is passed back." A few days ago, I was still suppressing my temperament, but today I am afraid that I will have to fight with the Song people on the mountain. ”

The Mongolian general raised his head and glanced at the fiery Tieling, and said hatefully: "The Song people on the mountain have also eaten the scales, and they have actually persevered for so many days. ”

"Possibly." Badulu touched his head, and the injury was a little painful: "But no matter how powerful the elite is, it can't stand our style of play." Did we encounter fewer elites on the way to the west? If we don't destroy them one by one, these Song people will collapse sooner or later, and none of them will be left at that time. ”

"It's just that the sons and daughters have lost a lot." The Mongolian generals were a little painful: "Tonight, Wang Shuai asked us to send the strongest warriors up, now the mountains are all their own families, there are so many cities that were fought in the west, and there are also difficult ones, but they have never encountered such a hard time in the field, and there are no less than a thousand people who have died here in the past few days." ”

Badulu looked at Wang Liangchen, who was motionless like a stone sculpture in front of him, and shook his head: "Don't worry about Erlang, I can't go up tomorrow at dawn, Wang Shuai is afraid that he will draw the knife himself, you have the heart to worry about Erlang, it is better to let them sharpen the knife faster, Wang Shuai uses the wheel combat method, and when it is your turn to go up, Bo will make a flag cut." ”

The Mongolian general smiled and said: "Of course, it is a great achievement to kill the generals and capture the flag, but you have to use your life to win, and this credit is not easy to get." ”

The two whispered in the back, but the mountain was full of shouts and killings, standing at the foot of the mountain, you could hear the roar of fighting on the battlefield full of fire, the wolf smoke was shining like a pillar of knife, and from a distance, it looked like a crowd of people with black spots the size of sesame seeds fighting desperately for survival.

The defensive line halfway up the hill was finally breached, and the Semu soldiers, who acted as the vanguard, carried a bundle of firewood and grass, which could be used as a huge shield and fill the trench. Although the Song soldiers seized the time to dig the trench a little deeper after the battle in the afternoon, they could not stand the overwhelming number of Mongol soldiers, and the trench was easily filled in several smooth roads that were enough to cross.

And the low earthen wall behind the trench was broken through by the Mongol army, which paid a huge price, after several tug-of-war battles.

Na Tuozhi has shrunk all the remaining thousand people to the bottom of the main peak of the Iron Mountain, and stubbornly guarded the blood-stained official road.

"Du Shuai, it's already attacked!" A sweaty thousand-family chief came down from the mountain with blood on his chest, clasped his fists in front of Wang Liangchen's horse and said: "The Song soldiers can no longer withstand our offensive, and they are struggling to support it with the last barrier on the top of the mountain, and there is no need to worry, before dawn, Du Shuai can stand on the top of the iron mountain and watch the sunrise!" ”

Wang Liangchen's pupils shrank, his face twitched, and he waved his fist fiercely into the air: "After reaching the top, there will not be a single living mouth left on the mountain!" The generals of the Song people are all skinned and shown to the public! ”

The head of the thousand households laughed hideously, arched his hands and was about to agree. But I suddenly found that the ground under my feet began to shake slightly.

As a man who grew up on the grassland, such a vibration is not unusual, he can feel it just by the soles of his feet, which is the resonance of the earth when tens of thousands of horses gallop.

"Seeing that the Qingniling is about to be breached, has Du Shuai started to launch cavalry for the final attack?" The corners of Qianhu's mouth rose, and he thought happily.

He didn't just think so, everyone in the room thought so.

The Mongolian generals looked back in the direction of their own camp, their eyes were full of surprise, because they had not heard that in addition to the people standing here, Wang Liangchen also mobilized the remaining soldiers in the camp.

Riding up the mountain, is it to seize the last chance to show off? It was still Wang Liangchen's brain that was kicked by a donkey and came up with the stupid idea of cavalry mountain warfare.

Of course Wang Liangchen would not be so stupid, he has a paranoid personality, but he is not stupid at all.

With the same suspicious gaze, he turned his head back to look.

The large camp in the distance, hidden in the vast night, separated by a road of more than ten miles, could not be seen from the direction of the Mongol mountain attack army.

If you can't see it, you naturally don't know what's going on in the camp.

Only the ground under their feet transmitted the tremors that grew stronger and stronger, and told them unmistakably that in any case, the horses of the brigade were really coming this way.

(End of chapter)