The Mongol soldiers on the mountainside were suffering an unprecedented cruel bloodbath, and Arslen at the foot of the mountain could not figure out the situation, and continued to order more Mongolian hundred-man teams to rush up the mountain as if they were desperate. He couldn't see the heavy losses of the Banshan Pavilion, but even if he did, he couldn't dare to stop - stopping the attack would mean that all the previous efforts would be wasted, people would die in vain, and everything would start all over again.

This was originally a desperate and crazy gamble, and the more than 4,000 elite Mongolian warriors, including the finishers, were all bets with Arslen.

At this moment, Arslen is like a real gambler, staring at the Banshan Pavilion with blood-red eyes, automatically filtering the countless figures falling like rain on the mountain road, and he only has one thing in his eyes now - when will the Song people's blocking array break through!

After the difficult half an hour passed, the gunfire in the Banshan Pavilion was still endless, and it seemed that it would never stop, but his warriors could not walk, and finally they were blocked at the entrance of the mountain road, and it was difficult to advance an inch. Arslen's face became more and more ugly, and his blood-red eyes revealed a sense of madness. The guards around them were all terrified, for fear that one of them would be accidentally cut down by this mad lord.

There was a sudden chaos at the entrance of the mountain road, and Arslen jumped like a mad dog with his tail stepped on: "Bastard! Whoever dares to riot, pull it out, Lao Tzu will cut him with his own hands......"

In the darkness, the Mongolian soldiers lining up at the entrance were suddenly rushed away by several figures walking in the opposite direction, and they struggled to squeeze out a few Mongolian soldiers who were covered in blood and lost their souls, one of which was still a hundred households.

Arslen rushed forward, the axe was raised high and had not yet been chopped down, and the hundred households had fallen to the ground, shouting Tao Dawai: "Lord Qianhu, you can't fight anymore, there are too many dead people......"

The axe of Alslen fell to the ground......

The finishers on the edge of the dense forest were stunned to see the dense net-like stray fire bullets halfway up the mountainside, and there was a faint cry of death in their ears. The knuckles of his fingers on the hilt of his knife turned white, and his heart was dripping blood. Most of these more than 4,000 elite Mongolian cavalry were brought up by him, and many of them were tribal brothers who had followed him for more than ten years, all of which were his hard work! They were supposed to gallop across the vast plains, bringing nightmares to their enemies with bows and arrows, but now they were giving up their strengths and weaknesses, walking in hoops and long queues, fighting the bullets with their flesh and blood...... These damn Song people, do they know that if they hide behind a cover and shoot cold, they can't fight head-on like a real warrior? These timid rabbits, burrowing gophers......

The finishers cursed fiercely, twitching from the corners of their mouths to their eyes to their facial muscles and hearts, and they could only hope that the arrow shelter would work to minimize casualties.

There was a faint shouting order from the guards ahead: "Stop, what person!" ”

"I, Arslen."

The eyelids of the finishers jumped suddenly, and the fierce battle was in full swing, it was not a good sign for Arslen to come over at this time, so he suppressed his anxiety and said in a deep voice: "Let him come over." ”

It was Arslen who came, and he brought the news that made everyone gasp - in just half an hour, eight hundred-man teams were buried, almost one-third of the troops were removed, and the Banshan Pavilion was still in the hands of the Song army and could not be captured.

At the end, Arslen, the battlefield lion who never knew what fear was, had a trembling voice: "My lord, do you want to withdraw first, if you continue like this, the warriors are afraid that they will be defeated......"

The finishers all bit their cheeks and shook their heads: "Can't be withdrawn!" Once this breath is released, the fear of huge casualties will spread like a plague, and the courage of the warriors will dissipate...... That's the scariest thing. ”

"But the firearms of the Song people are too hateful, maybe just because we are talking, there will be a team of 100 people who will be beaten to death!" The faint sound of gunfire from the mountain did not seem to stop, and each shot seemed to hit Arslen's chest, making his chest and lungs seem to explode.

The finishers were all red-eyed, gritted their teeth and roared in a low voice: "I don't want casualty figures, I just want results!" The soldiers died in a hundred households, a hundred households died in a thousand households, and a thousand households died in Arslen, you carry a plate axe to me! ”

At this moment, the finisher was like a trapped beast that had a premonition of the danger of death - it was obvious that he was besieging the Song army, but at this moment, he felt that he was being bound by the Song army, and that unprecedented sense of crisis made him lose control for a while, and he almost wanted to draw a knife and cut people.

After the roar, the anger of the finishers gradually subsided, and they gasped for breath, and stared at Arslen with cold eyes: "Don't worry, if you die, I will continue." ”

Arslen's teeth grinded and gurgled: "I'm not afraid of dying in battle, I'm only afraid that I will die but I still can't cut off Lord Song's head......" He said this, his voice gradually lowered, probably remembering the bold words released before the battle, and his face was swollen now.

The finishers were silent and looked up at the middle of the mountain, and the bright area of fire was like a monster's mouth, devouring the warriors of the Immortal Heaven one by one.

The finishers all took a deep breath and said to Arslene: "It seems that we can't pin all our hopes on your frontal attack, we have to find another way." ”

Arslen was stunned: "Is there another road in this Tonggu Mountain?" ”

"Nope." The finisher simply said, "So, we have to open up a path." ”

The finishers all motioned for the guards to bring the torches closer and scratched the ground with the tip of their knives: "This is Tonggu Mountain, this is the entrance to the mountain road where you led the army to attack." An hour ago, Sentinels dug up a few of our outposts at the foot of the southwestern mountains. It should be the hand of the Song people, and it was done by the Song people who climbed down from the mountain. Our sentinels searched to the left, found some traces, climbed up along the tracks, and found a dangerous path that barely led to the mountainside. It's a pity that the dangerous road can only be climbed with a mallet rope, and there are not too many people, and the Song people have strong firearms, and the number of people is too small to make a difference...... But at the moment, there is no other way but to take the risk. ”

Arslen immediately said: "I'll go!" ”

"No, you continue to command, I'll go." The finishers all looked at the black and iron-like Tonggu Mountain not far away, remembering that they were on this mountain, and they wanted to be brave enough to dig out their hearts, but they were finally killed by random shots, and muttered slightly, "Among my subordinates, climbing and jumping, raiding at night, the senior deputy chief is the best at it, if he is still here, he is the most suitable to lead the team in this operation." It's a pity......"

Alslen looked down at his body of more than 200 pounds and his shy round belly, and did not speak again.

The finishers all let go of their knives, put their hands on Arslen's thick shoulders, and said solemnly: "I'll give you five more teams of 100 people, and no matter how many people die in the future, you will also firmly attract the firepower of the Song people for me." I personally led a hundred people to climb up from the back mountain, as long as you see the Song people's position rioting, then it will be our opportunity. ”

At this moment, Baya, who was in charge of blocking the Song army in the western camp, sent a messenger, and he repelled three attacks of the Song army with 500 cavalry, beheading nearly 100 people, so that the Song army did not dare to come out again. That's the only good news tonight.

Wanzhidu and Alslen were in good spirits, although they were only fighting some miscellaneous soldiers who were not in the stream, but they really needed such good news to cheer them up after being abused by the martial arts team for a night.

Arslen was about to leave with the five new hundred-man teams, but everyone shouted, "Wait." As soon as he turned around, he saw that everyone who had finished threw something on the ground, and raised his hand to take it, but it was a skin bag. Alslen snorted and smiled.

The finishers all pulled out the scimitars stuck in the ground and slashed at the void of Tonggu Mountain: "Take it for me, and when we meet at the top of the mountain, we will have a good drink!" ”