Fushun Jian is a salt city built along the riverbank, the curved middle river meanders to the east along the river channel, joins the Yangtze River in the distance, both sides of the river, around the prison city, are towering derricks, each salt well has salt Ding stationed, many pavilions around the derrick to build a straw hut, work nearby.

So the city is actually a place to collect the salt produced by the derrick in various places, and the amount of salt produced by a derrick is uncertain in a day, but there is an iron-like rule, that is, before sunset, the output of the day must be counted and sealed, and at dawn the next day, there is a special wheelbarrow convoy to collect, deliver on the spot, and sign and draw.

This formed the derricks scattered outside the prison city, some of which were far away, and the farthest was even fifty miles away from the city, in a valley.

There is no way to do this, salt mines are large and small, and they are located in barren mountains and old forests.

A derrick usually has 100 pavilions and more than 10 people, but today, near the derrick farthest from the prison city, nearly 20,000 people gathered.

Banner waving, soldiers on the day.

The black Shimen barbarian soldiers and the red Dongchuan envoys and horses were one east and one west, each occupying a piece of land, separated by a high derrick, facing each other from afar.

The place is narrow, not very wide, and the small clearing between the woods is crowded next to each other, and there are some small stands on either side.

Because they can't stand, many people are squeezed into the forest, among which the Dongchuan soldiers and horses are the most strenuous again, the Shimen Fan soldiers on the opposite side are neat, the formation is tight, the banner is clear, not moving like a mountain, four or five thousand people are like an iron ball tightly grouped together, although the number of people is at a disadvantage from a distance, but there is an awe-inspiring murderous aura straight into the sky.

The Dongchuan soldiers are loose and scattered, more than 10,000 people are divided into several phalanxes, although the open space under their feet is much more spacious than the people on the opposite side, but it is far from enough to stand, half of the people are standing in the woods, the banners are all over the mountain, and the shadows can be seen shaking everywhere between the gaps in the trees, at first glance, it seems that the whole mountain is Dongchuan people.

Such visual effects are very shocking to ordinary people, in the era of cold weapons, more people are advantages, many times, fighting is not the courage to fight, but the number of people, with more people, the courage is enough, a shout on the battlefield, sometimes you can scare away the opponent, and the gangsters in the society fight a reason.

So the Yanding Pavilion households who stood under the derrick in the center and didn't know why, looked left and right, and they could directly distinguish the advantages and disadvantages of the strong and the weak, so they didn't need anyone to shout, and these people quietly slipped to the side.

Le Ma Wudao stood in front of the Dongchuan soldiers, the general with the troops, is Peng Daya's clan nephew, called Peng Gang, in the Sichuan war against the Mongols reported military merits, just promoted to the commander, Ju Cheng Xuan, the new official took office, the prestige is unlimited, this time he got the task of competing for the salt prison, and he has the intention to show his hand in front of Peng Daya, showing his ability, and he is even more arrogant.

Looking at the almost overwhelming banner armor behind him with satisfaction, and looking at the group of people on the opposite side who seemed very weak compared to his side, Peng Gang almost laughed out loud.

"Heh, how invincible are the barbarians of Xichuan, it turns out that there are only a thousand people, and they can't help but be weak, and I don't know where the great name comes from?" He sneered, pointed the big knife in his hand forward, and said contemptuously: "It turns out that barbarians are stupid, greedy and don't know how to catty, but it's true!" ”

The main general spoke, and the people below naturally had to know how to cater to it, so several lieutenant generals immediately slapped their horses, and then flattered them.

"My lord is right, I look at the small formation on the other side, shrinking and timid, it's not worth mentioning."

"The barbarians are all blown out, I think, it must be that the northern captives are held back by the terrain and cannot ride horses across Xichuan, and the grain and grass are cut off again, and they are forced to retreat, which has nothing to do with the barbarians."

"That's right, one military merit and two mouths, all based on boasting, in the past, we were deceived by rumors, mistakenly thinking that barbarians are really fierce, today we can see it with our own eyes, but that's it."

In fact, Peng Gang knew very well in his heart the beginning and end of the Xichuan war, and he said this just to strengthen his own courage, but his subordinates were gossiping, but he said it to his heart, and he really began to believe that the barbarians were embroidered pillows, and they didn't like it.

A lieutenant general had the intention to show his face, and flattered Peng Gang on the horse and hugged his fist and said loudly: "My lord, the last general is willing to drive his horse forward, and those barbarians will be drunk one by one. ”

Peng Gang pondered for a while, and felt that this was good, the army came from afar, and was blocked by the barbarians before they got close to the side of Fushun Prison, and he was angry, and it was not bad to send someone over to intimidate, what if he really scared the barbarians away?

I heard that Changsun Hong is not here, and the barbarians have no backbone, well, it is completely possible to scare them away.

"Good! Since you are invited, I will send you over and carry our military flag! Peng Gang praised loudly: "Ben will be here, no one dares to hurt you in the slightest!" ”

The man was in high spirits, agreed, and took two guards, waving huge banners, and under the watchful eyes of the Dongchuan soldiers, he rode away.

On the other side, Na Tuozhi had a gloomy face, and was surrounded by a group of barbarian generals, thinking about countermeasures.

When the eldest grandson Hong left, he was ordered to stay behind and take charge of the military on behalf of the general, and he was the biggest commander here.

Na Tuozhi expected the arrival of Dongchuan soldiers, but when it really came, he was still a little apprehensive.

After all, the other party is a Great Song Dynasty official army, so you can't really tear your face with the other party and kill it, it's a big deal, how will it end?

In the depths of his heart, although Na Tuozhi killed and killed boldly in Dali, and on the side of Xichuan Weizhen, he did not blink an eyebrow in the face of the Mongols, but he always had some inherent inferiority complex for the Great Song Dynasty, which occupied an orthodox position in the legal sense.

The reason why barbarians are called barbarians is because they are far away from the Central Plains, live in the wilderness, are ignorant and self-proclaimed, and face the imperial court that represents advanced civilization, just like an illiterate farmer facing a learned talent, and he can't raise his head congenitally.

He shrunk the Shimen Fan infantry into a dense phalanx, although there were not as many people as the other party's intention to clench their fists and use soldiers, subconsciously, there was also a trace of unconfidence.

Jiulong Langruo stood beside him, his young face was also a little nervous, and the long knife in his hand trembled slightly.

"Nada, the other party's good people don't come." Jiulong said, his face a little uncomfortable: "Why don't you copy the guys and them?" ”

In the midst of his nervousness, he craves simple and straightforward solutions.

"Don't rush, wait and see." Na Tuozhi is also not sure of the scale, only wait and see.

"They are here to occupy the salt prison, so many people, otherwise what are they doing?" Jiulong Langruo licked his mouth: "Mr. Changsun said that he can't let them go, and neither can the Heavenly King Laozi." ”

"Of course you can't give it to them." Na Tuozhi held his breath and said: "But they are official soldiers, we have no problem killing the Mongols, and it is also a problem to kill the Tibetans, but killing the official army, what will Mr. Changsun do?" He is now an official of the Great Song Dynasty, we have to think more about him, and many things can't be as rash as before. ”

"Holy shit, it's really not a thing!" Jiulong Lang Ruo scolded: "We are also the official army of the Great Song Dynasty, you and I are both preparing generals, and we are in the same vein, why can they come to our ground to show off their might?" ”

“.…..” Na Tuozhi was speechless, but sighed: "Let's take a look first." ”

But I heard Jiulong Langruo roar: "Someone is riding over!" ”