"This ...... Fan was dull, and asked the girl for advice. Fan Tianshun clenched his fists and said.

"Okay, I'll tell you what's going on." Du Lili saw that he sincerely asked for advice, so she immediately told him the story she heard from Sun Hui, "I remember that it was the Year of the Rabbit in the Mongolian calendar, and the Mongolian Great Khan Wokotai went to a place and camped in Longhutai. There he was sick and could not speak. When they were sick and sad, they asked a sorcerer to do divination, and one of them said, "The gods of the land and the water here are in a hurry because their people and people have been taken captive and their cities have been destroyed." During divination, the gods promised the people, the population, gold and silver, livestock, and substitutes, but the gods did not agree, and the more anxious they became. When he was divining again, he asked God, 'Can I use my relatives as substitutes?' Then the troubles slowed down, and Okotai opened his eyes, asked for water, and asked, 'What's the matter?' The sorcerer said, 'The gods of the land and the gods of the water here, because their land and water have been destroyed, and the people and people have been taken captive, and they are in a hurry. I also asked: Can you use your relatives as a stand-in, and then slow down? Now it is up to the Holy Judgment. Ogedai then decreed, 'Who is the king of the sect around me now?' Then his brother Tuo Lei was beside him and said, 'Let me take my place as my brother.' …… I have a beautiful face and a tall body. You can serve God. Curse, sorcerer! So saying, the sorcerer cursed, and let Trelei drink the water of the curse. He sat down for a moment and said, 'I'm drunk, and when I wake up, ask my brother to take good care of my lonely young nephews and widowed brothers-in-law!' What else can I say? I'm drunk. Then he went out, and died. And Ogedei's illness was also cured. This is the story of dying on behalf of a brother. ”

Hearing this story told by Du Lili, Fan Tianshun couldn't help but be amazed, the little fairy girl in front of him not only had high mana, but also had a lot of knowledge and a deep understanding of the enemy's allusions, which made him admire for a while.

Although the story told by the little fairy aunt was strange and absurd, he thought of his own personal experience just now, and he also suspected that this incident had really happened.

Since there were such people among the Mongols who were so proficient in spells, it was very likely that they would drive the "living dead" to fight.

At this moment, a trumpet suddenly sounded in the distance.

"The Yuan army is here!" Du Lili said, turning around slightly, the wind and sand around her were slightly raised, and a small whirlpool immediately appeared on the ground, and she suddenly entered the whirlpool and disappeared.

Fan Tianshun knew that she was rushing to the battlefield with the help of "Tu Dun", and immediately called someone to lead the horse. He flew on his horse and rushed in the direction of the city wall from which the trumpet came, and the guards mounted and followed him.

The Yuan army has been in a hurry for half a day, and the sun should be at the zenith, but Ali Hague only saw the fog sweeping, covering everything in front of him, making Ali Hague feel more and more that he was stepping on the clouds, and the Song army camp should be in front of him, but he couldn't see it. He thought the fog should have cleared a long time ago. He stared around, only to see the damp black helmets of the Yuan army guards shaking around him, and the high white feathers on top swayed in front of him through the mist. The sound of hooves, feathers, swaying, hooves, feathers, shaking, the sight flashed back to his eyes like a repeating fragment, his horse jerked, and Ali Hague was surprised to hear the roar of an arrow splitting the air. He saw a feathered arrow with a whistle across his field of vision, and a Yuan army general with a white feather on his helmet walking in front of him fell from his horse.

This was the first arrow to fall in the Second Battle of Fancheng.

Almost at the same time, a series of horns sounded in the thick fog to his left. The muffled sound of a trumpet was like a tidal wave, rushing across his column from left to right. When the officers and men of the Yuan army heard this sudden horn, they all stood on their feet in disbelief.

Ali Hague was the quickest to realize what was happening, he was a battle-hardened soldier after all, and immediately drew his horse and ran forward, trying to restore order to the cavalry, trying to get the cavalry platoon on the left flank into battle. But the 3,000 cavalry from Hebei on the left flank were in a mess, and they didn't hear any orders from the main general. They just turned their heads to the left in horror, and before they could reach out to pick up their weapons, they saw rows of hard metal walls push through the thick fog and rush out.

Only the well-trained cavalry of the Bohai Division formed several small circles and triangles, and waited with their guns raised at the command of the centurion, but more troops scurried helplessly, ramming their ranks even more disheveled. The scattered rain of arrows had no effect on the cavalry slaughtered in the thick fog, and the black and white metal iron walls were as fast as lightning, advancing at a frightening speed, like a beast roaring into the column of the Yuan soldiers, knocking over the unsuspecting light horses, breaking knives and guns flying into the sky, and the fallen men and horses smashed the earth out of the pits, and the thunderous hoofs then swept in, drowning all these panicked soldiers.

Niu Fu and his lieutenant general Qin Gang stood at the gate of the Song army's camp, only watching the white mist in front of them surging like a tide, which seemed to be close at hand, but also seemed to be far away. The shouts of killing, the clashing of blades, the neighing of horses, and the screams of men converged into another chaotic tide of sounds. They listened to the tumultuous waves following the wild horse's hooves from left to right, and from right to left, four times, and then the other cacophony gradually subsided, and they only heard the sound of the horses' hooves merging into the rolling thunder getting louder and louder, louder and louder, like a tide covering the whole mist-shrouded steppe, galloping towards the camp where they were.

Niu Fu tightly clasped the crossbow in his hand, and his palms were sweaty.

The fog has not yet dissipated. They stood there and heard a soft, long murmur that followed the rustling wind. A group of cavalry broke through the fog and rushed straight over.

The entire row of archers in front of Niu Fu raised their crossbows in unison.

"Stop!" Qin Gang shouted loudly, raising his right hand and riding forward to meet him.

The cavalry on the opposite side rushed out of the fog, and Niu Fu saw the banner on their heads. The first one was holding a spear, and there was a bloody head hanging from the head of the spear. Blood continued to drip from the eight-foot-long soap-tasseled spear he was holding in his hand. He looked at the line here, raised his iron-blue chin towards Niu Fuyi, and smiled: "How is it?" ”

It was less than half an hour before his first arrow fell.

Hu Guoliang, Marquis of Duyu, jumped off his horse, threw the reins on his horse, and said to Niu Fu: "This knife is enough for the chief Ashu to think about it." ”