Liu Heima, the commander of the Western capital of the Great Mongolian State, the marshal of the capital, and the head of the Han army, has been very troubled recently.

The trouble comes from two sides.

One is from within the Great Mongolia, his backer, Zhongshu Ling Yelu Chucai died.

Liu Heima and Yelu Chucai, the Khitan genius who is very friendly to the Han people, get along well, cooperate tacitly, although the two are subordinate to the subordinate relationship, but they work together in harmony like ordinary friends, Liu Heima guards Shaanxi, Shanxi, although the land is barren, although the people are poor, the territory is large and the oil and water are less, but under the rule of Yelu Chucai and the people's livelihood and Liu Heima is not very mean, life is also passable.

As soon as Yelu Chucai left, it was different.

The Mongols who stayed in Liu Heima's territory were uncontrolled every day, looting everywhere and doing evil, and they also said that they would level the crops in the fields and plant grass into pastures.

Liu Heima didn't dare to tear his face with them, he could only persuade them with good words, but the effect was very poor, and the chaos in the fiefdom became more and more serious day by day.

The second annoyance is that the Song army from Sichuan is becoming more and more threatening.

The defenders of Longqing Mansion were completely wiped out by the Song army, and the thousands of households stationed in Hanzhong were busy with the ancient gangsters and Tian Xiong from Hanzhong to retaliate, but the result was blocked by the newly built Jianmen Pass of the Song army, delayed for half a month, and the old nest Hanzhong City behind him was caught off guard by the Song army out of the Yinping Strange Army, and was caught off guard by the Hanzhong, and the ancient gangsters hurriedly returned to the division from the Jianmen Pass, and were ambushed by the Song army in the narrow valley of the Golden Bull Road, a bow and arrow firearms, with heavy casualties, and the thousands of households were busy with the ancient gangsters who also died in the chaos.

While Liu Heima dispatched troops and sent them to Hanzhong to regain the lost territory, he was worried about dealing with the affairs of the Mongols in the territory, and he was so irritable that he almost ran away.

Adding fuel to the fire was that Henan, the barrier between Shanxi and the Song State in Shaanxi, became the land of the Song State because of Fan Yongji's defection, and Liu Heima and several other 10,000 households suddenly faced the Song army.

The pressure increases dramatically.

Liu Heima kept sending official documents upwards, several times a day, asking for countermeasures.

This year's spring is not peaceful.

On the first day of the fourth month, he finally waited for the official news that the Great Mongolia had sent a new prime minister, the military secretary of the Han Dynasty in Monan, and the fourth son of Tulei, the prince Kublai Khan.

On the day Kublai Khan came to Xijing, Liu Heima left all the affairs at hand, went out of the city for thirty miles, and greeted him.

Also on this day, the eldest grandson Hong, who was working hard to repair the city in Hanzhong, also learned the news.

At this time, Hanzhong had fallen into the hands of the Song army, and there was no Mongolian soldier in the entire Hanzhong Plain.

This battle was fought heartily.

The Mongol army in Hanzhong was mobilized and dizzy, exhausted, more than 20,000 people were almost wiped out, and few people escaped from the plank road from Hanzhong to Sichuan.

According to the Song soldiers who participated in the battle, the deep canyon of the Wuding Gorge of the Jinniu Road, which was the main battlefield of the ambush, was almost filled with the corpses of the Mongolian army, and the blood flowed smoothly along the deep stream, and it flowed out for more than ten miles, and the stream was red.

Left in Hanzhong, are some old and weak, lax defense, paralyzed careless, where did I think that the Song soldiers would descend from the sky, suddenly appeared under the city, and waved the banner of the Mongolian army, stupidly opened the door, was imitated by the Song soldiers Mongolian army, played a yin, and the soldiers occupied the city without blood.

After succeeding, the eldest grandson Hong rushed to various passes in the Qinling Mountains non-stop, burned the plank road in the mountain, blocked the traffic, and blocked the road with stones if it could not be burned, dug pits to break the road, and released water to destroy the road.

In order to achieve the purpose of cutting off traffic, the Song army even used precious explosives, set off artillery to collapse the mountain, and under the collapse, the mountains and rocks flew wildly, no matter how many people you don't dig for ten days and half a month.

Even if Liu Heima has thousands of troops, he sighs in vain.

So Changsun Hong bought a safe time for himself.

Jiulonglang Ruo brought five thousand newly trained barbarian soldiers from Dali, and during this time, reinforcements were sent to the city of Hanzhong.

On the way, when passing through the Wuding Gorge, I saw the broken corpses everywhere in the canyon where no one cleaned up even after more than half a month, and the hearts of these barbarians who had not yet been in battle were shocked and throbbed, and it was indescribable.

"Did you see them all?" Jiulong Langruo was very excited, he shouted loudly, and pointed at the traces left by the war with the spear in his hand: "These are wild people from outside the territory, they can ride horses, they can fight, they are very powerful, but so what? It's not that we brutes killed a piece of armor yet! See clearly, they are not terrible, they will die the same, you go to the battlefield, you have to kill the enemy like these turtle sons! ”

The recruits were provoked by him, and their faces flushed in unison, and the noise startled the flock of crows gathered in the canyon to devour the flesh of the dead.

Entering Hanzhong City, Jiulong Langruo and the city officers made a settlement, no errand, rushed straight to the official office in the city, the wreckage of the Wuding Gorge battle made him itch, he made up his mind, this time he will never go back, must follow a happy battle to stop.

The guards guarding the door were all brutes, recognized him, bowed down and let him into the lobby of the official office, Jiulonglang had just stepped into the threshold, and he heard a clear voice inside, talking.

"The basics, that's it. As of yesterday evening, we have cut off the slope valley road, the huge stones piled up in the valley are difficult to remove, if the north wants to reopen, it will take a lot of effort, we send people to keep an eye on the side, once the north has the idea and signs of dredging, we can go and smash some stones at any time. ”

"Look at Chencang Road again, this road is relatively wide, the road is relatively flat, but it is not a smooth road without natural hazards, we have selected a few key points in it, dig up the road, lead the impact of the landscape, now the end of spring, is about to enter the summer, the rainy season is coming, as long as it rains again, the mountains are all muddy, Beiyu wants to come over, it is impossible not to take off a layer of skin."

"As for the Meridian Valley and the Detour Longguan, the former is narrow and easy to ambush, if the Beiyu is really going to go, then we can choose any place on the road to bury them; In the latter, the road is too far away, and it has to pass through the place controlled by the Tibetans, and it is unlikely that the northern captives will choose this direction, after all, it is really time-consuming and laborious. ”

"So in general, Hanzhong has been built into a cage by us, and it is difficult for Beiyu to come in, but we don't have the strength to go out, and a stalemate and confrontation in the Qinling Mountains is the most favorable result for us at present."

"The cage is there, it does not mean absolute safety, everyone, we have placed surveillance posts all over the mountain, hidden stakes and clear detectives, do not slack off, we have killed so many people in the north, it is equivalent to stabbing the hornet's nest, with the nature of the north captive, it is impossible not to retaliate, all people must fight with the spirit of twelve points, there is no time to breathe in the war, we are loosened, it is a disaster."

There was silence in the lobby, so quiet that Jiulong Langruo, who entered from the outside, thought that there was only Changsun Hong, who was speaking, inside, and when he stepped in and looked up, his eyes were full of human heads.

The number of generals of the Shimen Fan barbarian army are all inside, and there are some newcomers who are eye-catching, probably recruited by Changsun Hong in Rongzhou, these people are crowded next to each other, and the hall is filled.

Jiulonglang went in quietly, sat in the corner next to an acquaintance, and asked close to someone's ear: "How is it?" What do you think? Where is the next game to play? ”

The man glanced at him blankly and said, "Fart, listen carefully to the ghost king!" ”

Changsun Hong stood alone in front of a large cloth map, there were several red lines marked with cinnabar on the map, indicating several main access routes in the Qinling Mountains, and Changsun Hong pointed to these red lines just now to explain to everyone.

"The purpose of taking Hanzhong is to give Chuanzhong a stable environment." Changsun Hong patted the cloth and said solemnly: "Our goal in the first stage has been successfully completed, and next, we must be fully prepared to meet the coming of the storm." ”

(End of chapter)