After finishing Yan Chenghei's dedication, it was quickly sent to Hanzhong.

The person who sent the letter was not a barbarian sent out, but a Jurchen, and the person who came was sorry to inform Changsun Hong that the messenger sent to Ankang by Hanzhong stabbed him in the stomach, and he was seriously injured and bedridden.

The Jurchen officials emphasized that the messenger committed suicide in order to make Wanyan Chenghei believe in the sincerity of the Ghost King, and had nothing to do with Wanyan Chenghei, and had nothing to do with the next cooperation between Hanzhong and Ankang, and Wanyan Chenghei fully accepted the conditions of the Ghost King and was willing to join the Ghost King's men.

As long as the ghost king fulfills the promise in the letter in the future.

Changsun Hong nodded kindly, generously chose to believe the words of the Jurchen officials, and found the best medical officer in Hanzhong to go back with the Jurchens.

Stepping on the winding plank road of the Hanzhong River Valley, there are dozens of pack wagons, carrying a large amount of grain, grass, and weapons.

These are the first batch of materials that Changsun Hong promised to send to Wanyan Chenghei in his letter.

Seeing the jurchen officials leave, Na Tuozhi sighed behind Changsun Hong, and said softly: "Heiya is a good man, I didn't expect him to be so impulsive, and I don't know if he can survive." ”

"Blacktooth must have his reasons for doing that." Eldest Sun Hong's face was deep, revealing a painful expression: "He grew up under my watch, and I also taught him to read and write, and I know his character best, it must be that Wanyan Chenghei doesn't believe us, and he uses death to express our sincerity." ”

"One life for one city...... Blacktooth's life is also worth it. Na Tuozhi's tone was infinitely embarrassed.

"I hope the medical officer sent there can save him." The eldest grandson Hong walked out, saying as he walked: "If he can't come back, write his name into the martyr's shrine and treat his family according to the treatment of martyrs." ”

Na Tuozhi nodded and followed, and the worry in his chest and abdomen caused by the black tooth's life hanging by a thread was much lighter.

The Martyrs' Shrine, the unique ancestral hall of Shimen Fan, occupies a lot of ground in Dali City, which enshrines the names of many people who died in the battle under the command of the eldest grandson Hong, but whoever can put a tablet in it, the children can be sheltered, the children and grandchildren can get a fortune, and the local government will send a widow's life every month to the grain and rice coins, food and clothing are worry-free.

Heiya has worked hard all his life, if he hadn't met Changsun Hong, he would probably be digging mud in the mountains now, and he would be able to earn a lifetime of security for his family, and he would be able to look at it.

And Heizhi's trip to health is also inevitable, someone has to go. Ankang Mansion gathered the remnants of the Jin State, all of whom were red-eyed warriors when they saw Mongolia, and such a natural ally did not go to woo and appease, but to start a war in order to seize the geography of Ankang, wouldn't it help Kublai Khan?

The convoy from Hanzhong to Ankang Mansion was still circling in the mountains, but on the other side of the far end of Hanshui, Fan Yongji was having a headache.

Within half a month after the destruction of Shangjin City, more than 20 cities in several state capitals in Henan, except for a few remnants around Junzhou, the rest, as some discerning people expected, broke the city one after another.

The tragedy after the destruction of Shangjin City, like a bloody awakening, shook the whole of Henan, even though he knew that Mongolia would inevitably slaughter the city against the recalcitrant enemy, but when this really happened around him, and the next step is likely to fall on him, the feeling is completely different.

The Mongolian army swept away the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, crisscrossing the land of Henan, maintaining the speed of sinking into one city in three days, and the efficiency was amazing. The reason for this is that of course there are factors such as the strength of the Mongol army and the complete siege equipment, but the most important thing is that most of the cities surrendered without a fight.

Unlike Jiangnan, the vast majority of Henan, like the entire north, was not under the jurisdiction of the Song court for a long time.

First the Liao State, then the Jin State, the Khitans and Jurchens left too many imprints on this land, and the Han people multiplied under their rule, and over time, the nostalgia for the ancestral roots was no longer so obvious.

Who becomes the emperor and who collects taxes is not very important compared to survival.

As long as you can continue your life, you can eat a little food every day, the burden on your shoulders can be a little lighter, and your life will not be so bitter, ordinary people will be satisfied.

The long-cherished wish of the family and the country, that is the complaint of the literati and ink writers after they get drunk.

Willing to risk the slaughter of the whole city to hold on to the Song court, which was untouchable and invisible in the south, was something that almost all people in the city of Henan would not do.

So Kublai Khan's progress was going well, and he barely had a chance to use the Lü bus again.

Every time they go to a city or a place, the army will be stationed nearby, and a messenger will be sent to the city to shout a few times, and sometimes there is no need to send someone to shout, the city gate will be opened by itself, and the city guards who have disarmed themselves will rush out, bow to the roadside, and respectfully present the surrender table.

The Wenchen Zhizhou and others sent by the Song court in the past have long disappeared, and occasionally a few people with heavy blood and temperament who swear not to surrender will be tied up by the army and the people and sent to the Mongolian army for dismemberment.

The whole trend can be described in one sentence, that is, the water is flooded with gold and cannot be saved.

The fall of Junju is only a matter of time.

Fan Yongji was trapped in the city, very helpless and irritable.

He deeply regretted that he had lost his life's future on impulse.

Sitting in the grand mansion of Junzhou Mansion, Fan Yongji pursed his lips and meditated alone.

He didn't believe all his subordinates anymore, and just yesterday, his most trusted general, Wei Wuji, surrendered in Kaicheng, Dengzhou, without firing a single arrow or pulling out a knife.

When he got the news, Fan Yongji sat down weakly, his face like ashes.

Then he closed the door of the house and guarded it tightly.

Fearing that some of his subordinates would take advantage of the chaos in the city, he rushed into his room and cut off his head, and took it to the Mongol master for a reward.

It is not impossible to happen, Henan was once a Mongolian territory, and many people are inextricably linked with Mongolia, and some people have been bribed, and it is very common for them to take his head.

The current situation of Haoqiang Fan Yongji in Henan is like a candle in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time.

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Fan Yongji nervously reached out to grab the knife on the table in front of him, and his fingers touched the cold cowhide handle before he came back to his senses, leaned his back on the back of the chair tiredly, and shouted in.

Someone pushed the door in, but it was a middle-aged staff member dressed as a literati.

The scribe came up to him and bowed.

Fan Yongji leaned back and waved his hand: "Excuse me, have you heard any news?" ”

"Yes, my lord, my subordinates are running around the mansions of acquaintances in Lin'an, and I haven't relaxed for a moment these days, and I finally got some news." The scribe was originally the first talent of the Song Dynasty, and had a friendship with some officials in the court, and Fan Yongji deliberately operated in order to get married to the big man in the court at the beginning of his refuge, and sent many people to Lin'an to reside, including this scribe, so he was very familiar with many officialdoms in Lin'an City.

Fan Yongji took a deep breath and suppressed his nervous nerves: "You can talk about it." ”

"Lord Jia, the envoy of the Jinghu system, stayed in Lin'an for some time a few days ago, met with the emperor of the Song Dynasty, and also had a long talk with several adults in the Privy Council and Zhongshu Province.

Fan Yongji snorted unnaturally and interjected: "This is as it should be." ”

Of course, the scribe did not dare to comment, but after a pause, he continued: "My subordinates have bought off the servants of one of the families, and this person hid outside the door to listen to a passage while Lord Jia was talking to the head of his family, and he relayed it to his subordinates. ”

"He told his subordinates that the Song court had sent someone to Kublai Khan of Mongolia to talk about the boycott of the war, and the Mongolian side said that this war was a dispute between the Song state, and if they wanted to stop the war, they must provide compensation, and they must send the people who caused the incident to Mongolia."

The scribe lowered his head and said in a low tone: "The servant said that his master told Lord Jia that the Song Kingdom had decided to send the Lord as the evil lord to Mongolia to fight his fate, and the land in Henan would be returned to Mongolia as compensation, and a large amount of silver would be paid. The head of his family said that there is no need to worry about money, the adults have been deeply involved in Henan for so many years, and there must be a lot of copies that are enough to compensate the Mongols. And the head of the adult can appease Mongolia, and it can also minimize the involvement of Lord Jia in this matter. ”

"They said that this matter is imminent, and when Lord Jia returns to Xiangfan, it will be the day when he will do something to the adult."

Fan Yongji listened dumbfounded, his eyes straightened, and he looked at a piece of paper on the table in a daze.

It was a letter from the envoy of the Jinghu system, which said that the envoy Jia Yidao and yesterday returned to the station, and asked Fan Yongji to go to Xiangyang to discuss the major matter of resisting the Mongols.

(End of chapter)