Halfway up the Tonggu Mountain, the steep slope winds up to this terrain is a slow, there is about more than ten zhang wide, more than 30 zhang long open area, although it is still rocky, it is inconvenient to walk, but it is a good place to rest when you are tired of climbing. It is also for this reason that on the edge of the southeast cliff in this open area, a small octagonal stone pavilion is built for woodcutters and visitors to rest and shelter from the rain. Locals call it the "Mid-Levels Pavilion".

I don't know what year and month the stone pavilion in the middle of the mountain was built, although it has gone through wind and rain, mottled and dilapidated, but it still stands tenaciously on the edge of the cliff and still stands.

This mid-mountain pavilion is the position of the martial arts team led by Zhao Lie to block the Yuan army.

The open area is full of knee-high boulders, which are the best shelter. Use a crowbar to roll these rocks to the preset positions of each crossfire point, and then nail down three or three horse-repelling stakes in the gap between the outermost boulder and the boulder, which looks like a low wall with boulders as pillars and horse-rejecting stakes as fences, eliminating the possibility of Yuan soldiers breaking through through the gaps.

Best of all, this open area has a low front and a gentle slope, which can create a condescending stepped shooting advantage.

Of course, the area of this open land is limited after all, and there are only a few dozen stones on the left and right, which is already very difficult to walk. And the martial arts team has a full 300 guns, even if two people are hiding behind a big rock, it is not enough. Therefore, the soldiers of the martial arts team, more than 100 classes and craftsmen are busy carrying stones in the middle of the night. Anyway, there is less on this stone mountain, only more stones. First, it was carried nearby, and after the nearby was moved, it was searched a little farther away.

In front of the stone henge, more than ten zhang near the mountain road, the craftsmen also dug a trench and poured fierce fire oil to form a fierce fire oil ditch. Once ignited, it can not only make the enemy invisible but also form a separation zone, and the first thing the soldiers who rushed up from the mountain road was a burning and insurmountable wall of fire, enough to drink a pot.

Up and down the mountain, they are busy with their work.

At the foot of the mountain, when Arsleng led the Mongol soldiers to cut down wood to make a shield for arrows, the blocking position of the Banshan Pavilion was completed at about the same time.

Zhao Lie picked up Remington again, carried two guns on his waist, and went to the Mid-Mountain Pavilion to inspect under the guidance of Long Feiyi. At this moment, the clothes and accessories of this Lord of the Great Song Dynasty look completely different from all the martial arts team members: covered with soft armor, yellow lining inside, wearing a pot-shaped iron helmet, shoulders crossed and diagonally carrying heavy bullet belts, wearing a melee short knife at his waist, and with that overly young face, he looks like a hot-blooded young man who has just joined the army. Those Mongolian soldiers who didn't know him, even if they rushed in front of him, they would only treat him as an ordinary soldier and wouldn't look at him more.

Ma Nanchun, who followed closely behind, was very entangled in his heart, the king personally carried a gun to the battlefield, this kind of thing has never been heard of in ancient times, and he is actually against it. But Zhao Lie also made it clear to him that he was a general first, and then a king, and the enemies were all killed at the doorstep, and he had the strength and confidence to fight back, why should he hide behind? Not to mention rushing to the front line, at least we must have the courage to face a strong enemy head-on, and we must stand in the position of command. If you don't even have this bit of courage, how can you lead the soldiers and civilians of the Great Song Dynasty to fight to the end against the murderous Mongol Tartars?

Warriors must fight on the battlefield, kings must also dare to fight, and in the face of a strong enemy, they must not lose the courage to dare to fight. The warrior is the sword, the king is the hand that holds the sword, if you don't even have the courage to make a move, even if the enemy sticks out his head, he won't dare to chop it off, how can he expel the Tartars and return my rivers and mountains?

"A lion leading a flock of sheep can defeat a pack of jackals, but a sheep leading a flock of lions can only serve as a snack for jackals."

Ma Nanchun chewed on the words that Zhao Lie said to him repeatedly, and slowly realized in his heart. Yes, they first met on a desert island, and there were only six of them when the incident started. In just two years, hundreds of thousands of troops and millions of people can be gathered, and the Jedi can rise up, fight a bloody way to survive, save a dying dynasty, and regain vitality, is it just Zhao Lie's clan identity?

From Meng Yuan's capture of Lin'an, Empress Dowager Xie's surrender to the young emperor's sinking of the sea, it was a full three years. In the meantime, the royal family of the Nandu family who gathered in Quanzhou grabbed a lot of them, and the conditions for each of them to start a family were much better than Zhao Lie's, why did no one have the ability to turn the tide?

Perhaps it is precisely because of this kind of lonely courage and courage that "although tens of millions of people go to me", that man can survive in the Jedi and lead thousands of soldiers and civilians to fight a new world.

Ma Nanchun was full of thoughts, and couldn't help but press the revolver on his waist - this gun, I haven't drunk blood for a long time, I guess I can drink it happily tonight.

"Your Majesty is here!"

"Your Majesty will also fight alongside us!"

As soon as Zhao Lie and his entourage arrived at the Banshan Pavilion, the soldiers of the martial arts team stopped what they were doing and gathered around them with torches.

In front of the half-mountain pavilion, there was no sound, only the mountain wind whistling and the firelight beeping.

Zhao Lie stood on a boulder, looking down at the familiar faces around him - as the only chief instructor of the martial arts team, although after ascending the throne, he never personally went down to train the soldiers, but every soldier was personally selected by him, and he did not often go to the army to inspect and train on weekdays, he was very familiar with every martial arts warrior, could call out everyone's name, and even remembered their personal information.

In a pair of fanatical eyes, Zhao Lie took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "As a pro-army of the Son of Heaven, I originally thought that you would never have a chance to go to the battlefield again; I originally thought that you would always be called a martial arts team - if you can't go to the battlefield, you won't be able to make meritorious service, if you can't make meritorious service, you won't be promoted, and if you can't be promoted, you will always have to bear the title of 'martial arts doctor, martial arts master', and even the commander and general will not have your share. You are the strongest in the army, but you are the most difficult to promote, are you willing? ”

No one dared to answer, but the rough aura and unwilling eyes that gathered around them spoke for themselves.

"Good." Zhao Lie nodded appreciatively and took a torch from the guard's hand, "When the mountains and rivers are broken and the enemy is raging, a good man, you should have the heart to kill the enemy in blood and fight for fame." I hereby declare that in tonight's battle, no matter who you are, you will be rewarded as many promotions as you have for your merits, and if you have the ability, you will be rewarded with as many promotions, and if you have the ability, you will kill a general! May all the kings work together, fight bravely to kill the enemy, and live up to the name of the strongest in the army and the pro-army of the Son of Heaven! ”

The three hundred martial arts warriors raised their arms like a forest, and their hearts burst out with an earth-shattering roar: "Protection! Protect! Protect! ”

Even the more than 100 main ceremonial guards in front of the hall were full of enthusiasm, and they couldn't wait to turn sideways.

Zhao Lie threw his hand, and the torch slashed through a bright arc of light in mid-air, and landed accurately into the fierce fire oil trench in front of the chaotic stone formation.

Rumble!

The oil exploded, the fire snake meandered, and the red flame was like a wall, reflecting red for a long time.