On the occasion of instigating the capital to be extremely grateful to the Immortal Heaven.

On the occasion of the loud praise of God in Boyan's heart.

Boom, a loud sound of shaking the mountain came, hundreds of zhang in front of them, as if a landslide cracked, flying stones rolling, torrents like tides, rolling mud flow wrapped in countless rocks poured down the hillside, in the blink of an eye buried all the soldiers on the road at the foot of the mountain. A large amount of pouring mudslides piled up like a hill, not only cutting the Yuan army in two, but also completely blocking the only road in an instant.

Yuan Bing was suddenly in chaos, and then there was an exclamation: "Not good! Ten thousand households are buried in the mud and rocks! ”

Instigation's face has changed drastically, isn't it? His own son fought from north to south, in countless battles big and small, and he didn't even die in the musket battle against the Dragon Bird Army, he wouldn't, wouldn't capsize in the gutter, and be planted in a pile of mud in aggrieved, right?

"Quick! Hurry up and plane me! The instigator was hoarse and roared.

A group of Yuan soldiers immediately took all kinds of excavation tools and desperately dug up the small mountain made of mud and rock, and the Yuan soldiers who were cut off on the other side were also working the opposite side of the mountain bag.

It seems that such a landslide, since the heavy rain last night, the Yuan army has encountered two incidents, causing some casualties, but it is far less than this time. Therefore, at this moment, whether it was Boyan, Instigation, or ordinary Mongolian soldiers, they did not expect that the scene in front of them was not an accident, but man-made.

Although there are thousands of Yuan soldiers, the mountain road is narrow, and only three people can be allowed at most, except for taking turns to fight, they can't give full play to the advantage of a large number of people. After digging for most of the day, the peach-shaped mountain buns were bitten on each side, and they were far away from being "eaten".

Bo Yan let go of the cross that he had been holding for a long time, and spewed out a breath of anger to the sky, could it be that the will of heaven really wants to destroy my Great Yuan Fundamental?

His eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't hide his grief, and the more the hill looked at him, the more it looked like a grave......

It wasn't until dusk that the small mountain bag was finally "gnawed off", the two sides were opened, and the corpses of Baijianu and his war horses and more than ten yuan soldiers were finally dug up.

The deaths of these people were all the same, all of them were crushed and deformed, bleeding from the seven orifices, feces and urine came out, and the huge weight even crushed the hard skulls, and the eyeballs burst out of the sockets, and they were connected with thin red and white tendons......

He stood in front of the pile of corpses and watched for a quarter of an hour, his eyes full of deep sadness, and finally he didn't say anything, just waved his hand: "Bury it." ”

The road was opened, however, the sky was also dark, and a whole precious day passed away, and many soldiers of the Yuan army had an indescribable feeling, as if they had passed away together, as well as their vitality......

That night, the Yuan army marched to a valley in the dark with torches, and instigated Du personally to lead 500 cowardly Xue troops to guard the road from which they came, and took turns to guard them in three groups.

When the sky was hazy, the last thing they wanted to see still appeared-on the road, the figures were building, the clothes, the weapons, the murderous aura, who was not the Dragon Sparrow Army?

And the first thing that came to the ears of the instigators was not the sound of gunfire, nor the sound of cannons, but the shouts that made them explode even more than the sound of guns: "Look, my Shi Xiaowu is right, right?" We blocked these Tartars with rocks and mudslides for a day and a night, and they couldn't escape! ”

Instigated the soldiers to wait for the Yuan soldiers' eyes to turn red,! It turns out that the small mountain bag is not providential, it is man-made!

"Kill—" The instigator roared angrily, stretching his bow and arrow, and shooting an arrow at the thin young man with a gray skin hidden in the heavy figure in front of him.

Almost at the same time, the heavy figures on the opposite side also squatted silently, raising their guns in unison, bursting out one after another dazzling sparks......

The final battle of the Song, Yuan, and Western Fujian battles unfolded in an ordinary dawn and a nameless valley.

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The golden leather whip struck the horse's rump heavily, and the iron hooves slammed on the hard rocky road, and the strong reaction force was transmitted from the hooves to the horse's legs to the horse's back, forming a violent bump, and even those who were almost riding could not sit steadily. However, for Boyan, who grew up on horseback since childhood, this level of turbulence is as small as the impact on sailors caused by the sea rocking a ship. What really made him tremble violently at this moment was the destruction of his Hebi Red Army and the last Cowardly Xue Army.

Just in front of the valley mouth, which was not very wide, the Dragon Sparrow Army actually opened the way with four tiger roar cannons in parallel, and these shotguns hit so fast and fierce that they could hardly resist anything. Especially in the end, the soldiers of the Dragon Bird Army desperately used the tiger roar cannon as a bayonet, and the Yuan soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty bombarded nearly ten zhang.

In the split second before the cannon was fired, the seven or eight gunners were almost shot into hedgehogs by a dense mass of arrows and axes; And after the cannon fired, the flesh and blood flew sideways, the blood rained like a pour, and the originally dense Yuan soldiers on the opposite side were empty.

When Boyan saw with his own eyes that the deputy who had followed him in the southern and northern wars for more than ten years instigated the capital, and half of his body was blown away by a bombardment, and his bones were gone, he knew that the general trend had gone. From this moment on, the original army fled and became an individual fleeing for his life.

Wuyi Mountain Road, rugged and difficult, generally can only walk, but some sections can still run horses, the team of people will slow down the trip, but a few people flee for their lives, or ride horses faster.

When Boyan's Chinese army entered the mountains, almost all of them abandoned their horses, and only a few generals and guards were able to ride their horses. At this moment, Boyan was under the escort of more than ten Hebi Red Guards, regardless of the bumps, beating the horse like flying, desperately fleeing.

At this moment, the roar of guns and cannons that originally chased souls and killed them and made them hate and fear came from the far mountains, and there was a strange and inexplicable peace of mind in their ears - the sound of guns and cannons did not approach, but became farther and farther away with their wild run, which showed that the Dragon Bird Army was still inseparable from the Mengyuan Zhong Army, and they would not be able to catch up for a while. And as time goes by, the longer they escape, the more likely they are to escape.

When Boyan and Hebi Chiwei turned a corner, there was a sudden loud bang, and the rocks on one side of the hillside fell like rain, pouring down, as small as a sea bowl and as big as a grinding plate, not to mention that they were right next to each other, even if they rubbed the edges, they could scrape off a large piece of flesh and blood.

Boyan and Hebi Chiwei never dreamed that there would be an ambush in this place! At this moment, the deadliest thing for them was not the rocks, but despair - if the Dragon Sparrow Army set up an ambush here, they would definitely die this time!

In the chaotic roar and screaming of men and horses, most of the Hebi Chiwei were smashed by the rocks and their bones were broken, blood spurted, and they were even directly smashed by the boulders and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Boyan seems to be very lucky, only a few small stones have broken his face, and it looks like the blood is terrible, but in fact, it is just a flesh injury. However, unfortunately, the front hooves of the war horse under his crotch were crushed by a rolling boulder, and as a result, the war horse rolled over on its side and fell to the ground, crushing Boyan's left foot alive, and it was even more crushed by the huge horse body, and he couldn't pull it out.

On the hillside, Wu Shibiao and six other miners appeared, either lifting boulders and throwing them down, or throwing homemade javelins at the wounded and undead Hebi Red Guards.

The mountain road is already narrow, and there are so many rocks and dirt that there is not much place to flicker and move. The few surviving Hebi Red Guards were dizzy and had just gotten up from the ground, unable to dodge, and their heads were suddenly bleeding. One person's head blossomed, his brain burst out, and one person was pierced through the throat with a javelin and died on the spot.

The remaining three, one ran to drag the horse, the other dragged Boyan, and the last man quickly took the bow and arrow from the fallen saddle and shot an arrow.

A miner who had just lifted the stone screamed and fell on his back, but saw the arrow through his throat and blood gushing out, and he saw that he was no longer alive.

Wu Shibiao and the others were shocked, if they were ordinary people at this time, they were afraid that they would have thrown down the stone javelin in their hands earlier, or lay on the ground or simply turned around and ran for their lives. However, these miners gathered around Wu Shibiao, the leader, were all outlaws, and those who were almost brave were not qualified to enter his eyes.

Seeing that the Mongolian shooter was fierce, Wu Shibiao's eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted: "Shoot together, fight with him!" ”

The six of them threw stones and javelins at the same time, and the target was to gather the Nahebi Red Guard archers. The so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands, let alone twelve hands! No matter how fierce the Hebi Red Guard archer was, it was impossible to kill six people in an instant, and he only had time to shoot two arrows in a row, and he was smashed to the ground by the flying spear, and he only had no breath.

On the hillside, a miner slowed down, and was shot in the eye by an arrow, which pierced through the back of his head, and fell headlong, convulsed, and slowly did not move. Another arrow flew past the side of Wu Shibiao's face, taking away half of his ear, which was really dangerous.

Wu Shibiao covered his broken ears, his face was pale, his scalp was numb, and he was panting heavily, only then did he know the stakes of this group of Mongolian soldiers, just one person and one bow, they could suppress them all. It is conceivable that if they hadn't made full use of the terrain to ambush them with rocks by surprise and caught the other party off guard, if they really wanted to put it right, they would have been able to destroy them by just one person.

"Come again! Kill that big official, and we'll get the reward! Seeing that success was in sight, Wu Shibiao didn't care about losing half of his ear, let out a loud roar, and lifted the stone again.

The rest of the miners also became excited one by one, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, desperately smashing stones.

Although the two surviving Hebi Chiwei on the mountain road were both wounded, as long as one of them could spare his hand, he could wipe out Wu Shibiao and the other five, but ...... The sad thing is that instead of making a move, they used their bodies to block in front of Boyan. They have no choice between killing the enemy and protecting the boss......

Boyan also saw that something was wrong, and shouted in pain: "Leave me alone, kill ...... first" Before the words fell, the last two Hebi Chiwei vomited blood one after another and fell down, and were stoned to death.

After a while, with a burst of ecstatic shouting, several ragged Song people appeared in front of Boyan's eyes, staring at him with green light one by one, as if they were looking at a pile of treasures.

"Yes...... Are those leaky miners?! Boyan, who was pressed by the heavy horse body and couldn't move his broken leg, was suddenly dumbfounded, and a ridiculous feeling suddenly came to his heart, how could he not have thought that he was a prime minister of the Great Yuan Dynasty, under one person, above ten thousand, looking down on hundreds of officials, and holding ten thousand armies...... In the end, he was buried at the hands of a few ant-like miners......

"I am the prime minister of the Great Yuan Dynasty, if you let me go, each of you will be rewarded with 10,000 taels!" Boyan was unwilling to die at the hands of a few lowly miners, and screamed.

"Prime Minister?!" Wu Shibiao shuddered, then laughed, picked up an axe from the ground, and patted Boyan's face, "If you say that it is ten thousand households, we can still believe it." Prime minister! Are you scared when you are Wu Ye? ”

Another miner also mocked Boyan and spit on his face: "I'm bah! Ten thousand taels of gold? If you want to say one hundred and ten taels, we still have a little bit of faith. Ten thousand taels? It's not worth this amount to tear down your old bones. ”

Boyan almost ran away, and the dignified prime minister was slapped in the face by a few lowly miners, which was a great shame! But hearing the words of Wu Shibiao and others, Boyan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that telling the truth would become a big word in the ears of these miners, and he couldn't win the trust of others, so he secretly gritted his teeth, endured humiliation, and followed the other party's words: "Everyone...... A good man is really wise. I lied just now, I am indeed only a ten thousand households, if you let me go, I will give each of you a hundred taels...... No, fifty taels of gold. ”

Wu Shibiao slowly squatted down, his eyes were filled with blood, and he paused word by word: "Do you think that the lives of Lao Tzu's six brothers, as well as the lives of thousands of brothers in Bakouzhai, are worth hundreds of taels of gold?!" ”

"I ......" Boyan is no longer familiar with this kind of vision, he is ready to kill, his heart is shocked, and he said urgently, "What do you want, just say ......"

"Lao Tzu only needs your life, worship thousands of brothers!" Wu Shibiao roared violently, picked up the big axe in his hand, and slashed it openly-