After speaking, Changsun Hong sighed: "Having said that, it may not be so smooth to do, and the pressure on Na Tuozhi's shoulders is still very great. ”

He looked out the window, through the wooden window frame in the lobby, he could see the clear sky outside, the sky was as blue as a wash, and wisps of white clouds slowly drifted by.

"Everything is entrusted to Na Tuozhi, once he can't stand it, I have no urgency and powerlessness, when the time comes, I can only mobilize the people of Hanzhong to stick to the empty city." Changsun Hong picked up a long wooden stick, which was specially used to point landmarks from a distance on the sand table, and he circled the wooden stick on the piece of soil marked with Qingniling: "This is an empty city plan, but also a gamble, a bet, is the result of our great victory in Hanzhong and the stability of the Great Song Dynasty in the next hundred years." ”

Li Tingzhi looked at the wooden stick moving around, although the wooden stick was spinning in circles, but the tip had not left the small protrusion of Qingniling, the ratio of the wooden stick to the protrusion was seriously distorted, Li Tingzhi couldn't help but secretly think, if there was such a huge wooden stick, let a giant hold it, would it be possible to kill tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers with a simple and direct stick.

……

There is no such big stick in the world, and if you want to win the battle, you have to rely on people.

The sky of Qingniling is the same as that of Hanzhong, it is all blue, the air without pollution is refreshing, and even the clouds floating overhead are generally white and idle.

The difference is the scene under the clouds.

Looking down from the air, Qingniling is now full of wriggling black spots.

The black spots are mottled and scattered on the mountains, some places are more and some places are few, and many places are gathered on the side of a trench on the ridge.

Na Tuozhi seized the short time and dug a ditch along the mountainside.

The ditch is not deep, just one person high, but wide enough, an ordinary person can't jump over, if you want to climb up the mountain, you must jump down the ditch, climb up from the other side of the ditch.

It was a simple barrier fortification, and the Mongol soldiers who rushed up the hill had to stop here and climb the ditch with great difficulty before they could continue to rush forward.

The soil dug out of the ditch, Na Tuozhi did not waste it, and piled up a low wall a few zhang behind the ditch, and the Song soldiers half-squatted behind the wall, shooting arrows and smashing stones at the bottom of the mountain.

The ditch is not long, but it happens to cover the entire official road under the iron mountain, and if you want to pass through Qingniling along the official road, this ditch is an obstacle that cannot be avoided.

As for the rest of Qingniling, there were sporadic battles, but because the mountain was too steep, the other bird path was really inaccessible, so there were few people attacking and few people guarding, and the main battle still took place in front of Iron Mountain.

Wang Liangchen gritted his teeth, stood at the foot of the mountain, built a pergola with his hands, and looked at the mountain in the morning sun.

From his point of view, he could just see the ass of the five thousand men who were the main force of the third wave of mountain attackers struggling to climb the mountain.

From time to time, people covered in blood were carried down, groans and shouts of pain passed by him, there were not many people in the army, and there were not even a few shamans who danced to heal their wounds, and these wounded soldiers were carried down, but few could be cured and save their lives.

On the sunny mountain beam, the sun happened to shine down from the top of the mountain, and the Mongols were attacking against the dazzling light, so even if Wang Liangchen covered his eyebrows with his hands, he still felt that he could not see the battle clearly in the dazzling light.

But it doesn't matter if you can't see it, the screams in your ears are terrifying, when the heavy blunt object hits the human body, and when the sharp weapon pierces the body, it makes a unique sound that makes people palpitate, especially the screams of the person who was hit and stabbed, which makes people tremble even more.

Of course Wang Liangchen won't, in his opinion, the loss of the soldiers is just a number, and taking the mountains to achieve the goal is the only thing that should be considered.

Seeing the bloody battlefield, he didn't even move his eyebrows.

This kind of bloody scene is nothing to a veteran who has been on the prancing horse battlefield in his teens.

However, when he heard the sound of the military report from the mountain in his ears, his cold eyes couldn't stop trembling slightly.

"Newspaper~~! Qianhu Balhan was hit by arrows, and more than half of the troops were lost, and the deputy Qianhu Sagan led the troops to stop at the halfway point of the mountain, and they couldn't advance an inch! ”

"Newspaper~~! The attacking tiger mouth Zhang Han was tricked by the Song people and was hit by a boulder dropped on the mountain, suffering heavy casualties. ”

"Newspaper~~! Deputy Marshal Nanqing searched for two days in Xiling, but did not find the way over the mountain, and the sergeants of the department fell into the cliff more than 100 people when exploring the road, and asked for instructions on whether they could return to the division. ”

"Report!"

"Report!"

A hoarse and exhausted report was like a reminder, there was no good news, and Wang Liangchen's forehead was bruised, and his whole face was a crimson purple with extreme anger, and it seemed that he could burst out with a poke with his fingers.

Behind him, there were many Mongolian generals, all of whom had unkind faces, and they all maintained the posture of looking up at the mountain, their brows furrowed.

Standing in the back, there were two people whispering.

"I mean, how many days has it been?"

"It's the seventh day."

"On the seventh day, when we attacked Sichuan with the army, it seems that we all hit Chuzhou on the seventh day, right?"

"Where, at that time, we were overwhelmed, and we all hit Yangping Pass on the seventh day."

"yes, what's going on now? Can't even conquer a mountain bag after seven days of fighting? ”

"It's really strange, it's no wonder that everyone doesn't use their strength, in the past, it was our soldiers who attacked the mountain, and the commander blamed us for being incompetent. The three waves of people who went up today are all Wang Dashuai's personal soldiers, all of them are iron, the weapons they hold have sharp steel mouths, all of them are heroes, a few points stronger than you and me, and there is no news that the Song soldiers on the mountain are possessed by gods and ghosts? It's so powerful! ”

"I don't think there will be any good news today, you see, several thousands of households of the handsome man have been stopped at the trench on the mountainside, and they can't go up a single step."

The two people who spoke had solemn faces, one of them was still wrapped in a bandage that wrapped the entire right shoulder tightly, as if he was injured, one of them said a few words and flattened his neck, and suddenly found that Wang Liangchen in front of him turned his cold gaze to this side, as if he heard the words of the two, and quickly reached out to stab his companion, and shut up and did not dare to speak.

Wang Liangchen was in a bad mood.

His gaze swept over the faces of the people behind him one by one, and the person he saw looked like a mouse being targeted by a cat, and lowered his head in panic.

Wang Liangchen was even more annoyed.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "The offensive on the mountain has been frustrated, and which general is willing to send troops to help?" ”

A group of people bowed their heads, and no one was silent.

The atmosphere was awkward.

This is inevitable, because in the past seven days, basically everyone who is standing here has taken turns to go up and fight.

Almost all of them were fiasco, leaving nothing but countless corpses on the mountain that had been stoned into meatloaf or arrows turned into hedgehogs.

The Mongolian soldiers are all good hands on the horse, galloping on the horse, bending the bow and archery, and fighting the world on the horse, confident that no one is invincible, but they want to use the natural Luo Lap Leg to climb the mountain, which is difficult for some strong people, as we all know, the Lap Leg climbs the hill is a very loss.

Now it is even more difficult not only to climb the mountain, but also to fight while climbing the mountain.

Everyone's body is made of meat, no one is a King Kong who can't be beaten, if Wang Liangchen wants everyone to fight how he wants to fight on the plain, whoever is afraid of death is the grandson, but here, it is clear that going up is to send death, who wants to go?

Wang Liangchen was about to go berserk, he snorted heavily from his nostrils, his eyes were almost spewing fire, and he made a long voice from the depths of his throat with a tone that suddenly increased several times: "Hmm~!! ”

It was as if an invisible foot had kicked everyone in the ass, and everyone shook in unison.

If you don't speak, you can't do it.

A veteran who was standing in the front and had gray hair stood up, coughed, and said to Wang Liangchen: "Dashuai, I'm willing to try again." ”

Wang Liangchen nodded: "Okay!" The old general Badulu is old and strong, and his courage is commendable! Please lead the troops out of battle! ”

Badulu stroked his gray beard and stroked it, but he didn't move, his eyes rolled, and he arched his hand: "But, Dashuai, I will go up this time, if I can't succeed, there is a plan to break the enemy with Dashuai first!" ”

"Oh?" Wang Liangchen's eyes lit up: "Hurry up and I'll listen!" ”

"This, Dashuai, although this mountain is dangerous, it is not impossible to detour, as far as I know, there is a big river crossing five miles east of this place, this river is called the White River, if we ......"

Badulu was about to tell all the calculations behind him, but Wang Liangchen waved his hand and categorically blocked it back.

"The old general doesn't have to say it anymore, we can't go around!" Wang Liangchen gritted his teeth and said: "This is our first battle with the Song soldiers, and we are going to bypass before we can divide the victory, what should I do with my military heart?" Everyone would think that we couldn't resist the Song army so we avoided them, wouldn't we have destroyed our own prestige? This battle must be won! Otherwise, all the faces of my Wang family will be lost! ”

(End of chapter)