Li Guohan is physically strong, although he is over forty years old, he is still as brave as a young man in his early twenties, his personality is strong, he likes to take the lead, charge ahead, even walking on the steep and difficult Y flat mountain trail, he has to follow closely behind the scouts who explore the way, leading the troops. [No pop-ups. 】

The Y flat trail is just an idea, it doesn't mean that as long as you get to the place, you can see a road in front of you, many times, because of the rugged mountains and blocked rivers, the road comes and goes, and sometimes the trail is hidden in the depths of the dense trees, which is extremely difficult to find; Sometimes they walked and walked, and the road came to the edge of the cliff, and there was no way to go, so they had to hang down from the cliff with a rope; What's more, turning around in the mountains, the shade of the trees overhead, it is easy to lose the direction and get lost, fortunately, Li Guohan's subordinates in the first few days when they encountered several mountain villages to loot, caught a few hunters, these hunters turn the mountains here all the year round, recognize the road, and finally have a guide.

Under the guidance of the guide, Li Guohan marched much faster, and the 700-mile Y Ping Road actually walked two-thirds of the way in less than 20 days, which is a very rare record.

"My lord, according to the guide, if you go three miles ahead, you will see the last ridge of this mountain, called Motianling, after turning over, you can enter the Jiangyou land boundary in less than fifty miles, and Chengdu is not far away." Niu Lu Ezhen Li Wanzhen, who was walking at the forefront with the guide, turned back from the front and reported the latest road conditions to Li Guohan.

Li Guohan was all over his body, and he couldn't find the radiant appearance he had when he set off twenty days ago, at this time, his whole body armor had been taken off, and he was carried by a Nikan, who was only wearing a tight-fitting arrow suit, and was carrying a shaved wooden G as a crutch, covered in mud, I don't know how many times he fell on the road, how many times he rolled back to the slope, and even his face was stained with some mud, and he was embarrassed.

Hearing that one more mountain ridge would quickly end this nightmarish march, Li Guohan was overjoyed and said in a loud voice: "Okay, tell everyone to speed up their pace, get out of this mountain as soon as possible, find a village, have a good rest, and the time for meritorious service is right in front of you!" ”

Li Wanzhen smiled bitterly and said: "My lord, I'm afraid if you want to go out, you have to wait, the guide said, this skyscraper ridge is the most dangerous place on the Y flat road, this ridge is as high as a thousand zhang, there is a slope in the south, a cliff in the north, if you want to pass from here, you must climb the rope like a monkey and hang down, otherwise there is no way out, they said that it is not early, do you wait until tomorrow to go up?. ”

Li Guohan frowned and said: "I've also heard of this, but there is only one way here, there is no other way, Deng Ai was wrapped in felt and rolled down, and Fu Youde of the Ming Dynasty also went to Sichuan from here to bypass the Sword Pavilion, since we are here, of course we have to go over like this, no need to delay, ask the guide to lead the way, go up directly!" ”

Li Wanzhen agreed, and hurriedly went to the front, Li Guohan followed with a cane and the whole army cheering up.

In fact, when walking here, Li Guohan's 5,000 people have lost nearly 500 people, most of these people are walking on the trail, because they are not used to walking on the mountain road, they fell off the cliff and fell to their deaths, and some people drowned in the river because of their heavy armor and happened to step on the mud when crossing the river, and many people injured their feet, fell off their heads, and limped far behind.

The danger of the Y Ping Trail can be seen in this way, Li Guohan looked at his soldiers whose clothes were torn like Hanako, hated and anxious, and desperately wanted to hurry out of this no-man's land-like mountain and quickly cross the Sky Ridge while it was still dark, and the idea was even more firm.

After walking a little further, after about a quarter of an hour in the ravine, the terrain suddenly became higher, and the path in the barren grass under his feet began to extend upward, and as the footsteps progressed, the slope became larger and larger, and gradually formed a sharply rising mountain.

Li Guohan panted and raised his head, looked up, only to feel that the path under his feet seemed to be zigzag all the way up, submerged into the depths of the grass and trees, and looked forward in the direction where the path disappeared, and saw a towering mountain that went straight into the clouds appeared in front of him.

Li Guohan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, looked at the extremely dangerous mountain, and said secretly in his heart: "Fortunately, the Ming army and the thieves are incompetent, if there are a few men and horses guarding such a dangerous terrain, Hugh said that he has 5,000 people, even if there are 50,000 people, he can't break through." ”

Seeing that the sun had sunk in the sky, Li Guohan urged sharply, and scolded his banner soldiers and Nikan to speed up their pace, and quickly climb to the top of the mountain to camp before the sun set, rest all night, and find a way down the mountain early tomorrow morning.

Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking at the top of the mountain, it is like drinking cold water and pulling out the cold, but standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the foot of the mountain is a different mood.

The commander of the Kuizhou Arms Battalion was squatting behind a boulder on the top of the mountain, looking at the queue of Qing soldiers who were winding in a formation at the bottom of the mountain and trying to climb, counting the number of people calmly.

"There are about 4,000 soldiers in the front and back, and there seem to be thousands of porters in the distance. Ma Zuoheng muttered to himself, clenched his hands into fists, and smashed them on the boulder beside him, his eyes were murderous.

Behind him, is the flat land on the top of the skyscraper ridge, about five acres of land in size, there is a Wuhou temple standing in the middle, because of disrepair, it has long collapsed and destroyed, only some remnants of bricks and tiles are scattered on the foundation, but on the temple, the clay statue of Wuhou still has some outlines, and it can vaguely distinguish the elegant appearance of Zhuge Liangfeng.

His soldiers hastily cleaned up the broken temple, and as Ma Zuoheng's temporary Chinese army, they used a few broken bricks to build a wooden plank to fill the bed, and Ma Zuoheng had been sleeping on it for several days.

He took five hundred white-pole veterans, starry night, across the mountains and rivers, to the Motianling, because the south of the Motianling Mountains is a cliff, there is no way out, Ma Zuoheng is to let the soldiers who are good at climbing the mountain climb up with their bare hands, and then the hook on the blade of the white-pole spear and the ring at the end of the gun are connected to form a long ladder, and 500 people climb up one by one, and wait at the top of the mountain before Li Guohan arrives.

Ma Zuoheng is a Tujia person, the most important way of gods and ghosts, at this time after seeing the number of Qing soldiers under the mountain, he turned around and stood up, came to the Wuhou Temple, took three incense sticks from the hands of his subordinates, lit the fire, stood respectfully in front of the statue of Wuhou, offered incense and saluted, and kowtowed silently.

Later, he strode out of the temple, and five hundred white-pole soldiers stood quietly in front of the temple gate with spears and crossbows hanging from their waists, looking at him silently.

Ma Zuoheng knew that these soldiers were all Shizhu veterans, all of them were related to each other, and they could basically clear their relatives, and even he himself was commensurate with many people in the queue as brothers and uncles, so there was no need to say more words of encouragement and sensationalism at this time.

He swept his eyes, pointed his hand to the bottom of the mountain with a calm face, and roared: "The Tartars are at the bottom of the mountain, they are coming to rob our land and burn our houses. Ladies and gentlemen, if you work hard to kill the enemy, you should be rewarded with military merits! ”

Everyone shouted in unison: "Obey the orders of the adults, kill!" ”

With a wave of his hand, Ma Zuoheng scattered the well-trained white-pole soldiers, divided into five hundred-man teams, and ambushed on both sides of the only uphill path on the northern slope, and disappeared into the grass.

The wind blew the forest, the grass and trees were bleak, and the figures on the Sky Ridge disappeared cleanly, as if the five hundred white-robed people who had just gathered here had never appeared.

Of course, Li Guohan couldn't see what was happening on the top of the mountain, he was burying his head and trying to climb the mountain, this mountain was so steep that the people who were stretched out between the white mountains and black waters were a little unbearable.

"Damn, I originally thought that the mountains in the north were dangerous enough, but I didn't expect that there would be steeper ones in the ravines and ravines in the southwest, and when Sichuan is occupied, I must drive those southern barbarians to level this mountain!" Li Guohan gritted his teeth and cursed, grasping the mountain rock with both hands and feet, trying to climb up, while paying attention to grasping it, otherwise it would be easy to slide down the cliff.

On the top of his head was the heel of the person in front of him, and under his feet was the head of the person behind, and more than 4,000 people in armor hung on the steep path up the mountain like a series of coherent and wriggling R-strings, slowly moving their steps to the top of the mountain.

Ma Zuoheng squinted his eyes, hid among the mountains and rocks and grass, estimated the speed and distance of the Qing soldiers, tightly clenched the crossbow arrows in his hands, and from time to time reached out to pinch the extinguishing bullets in the treasure bag, and did not move.

A centurion lying beside him was a little breathless, looking at the few Qing soldiers who climbed in front, they were less than twenty zhang away from the top of the mountain, and they could get to the location of Ma Zuoheng after a while, and he was very anxious in his heart, and couldn't help but say to Ma Zuoheng: "Lord Qian, is it ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Ma Zuoheng looked at him sternly, and said in a low voice without question: "Don't worry!" Wait for my orders! ”

The centurion hurriedly stopped his mouth, Ma Zuoheng retracted his gaze, and re-focused on the Qing soldiers, his eyesight was excellent, and he could clearly see the tail of the Qing soldiers far away at the foot of the mountain, he had to wait for the entire Qing soldiers brigade to go up the mountain road, and then start killing the enemy, so that it was not so easy for the Qing soldiers on the mountain road to run, and they could be annihilated in one fell swoop.

The Qing soldiers were very cooperative, very hard to climb on the mountain road, from time to time there were leaders shouting loudly to urge and cheer, urging Nikan hanging behind to go faster, this is because Li Guohan issued a military order, before the sun sets, the whole army must go up to the top of the mountain, otherwise the military law is engaged, and it is not practical for him to move out of the military law, everyone knows that if you don't rush to the top of the mountain before the sun disappears, if you want to crawl on the mountain road where the ghost can't stand in the dark, it is no different from suicide.

Ma Zuoheng coldly watched as the last Tartar soldier also climbed the mountain road and began to climb the mountain bravely, he gently picked up the mountain-destroying crossbow and aimed at the throat of the Tartar soldier who walked in front.

With the sound of a bowstring, an eight-inch short arrow flew out and hit the door of the man's face, and the Tartar soldier screamed miserably, and his body fell down the mountain like a kite with a broken string.

This shout was the signal, and suddenly soldiers in white robes stood up all over the mountain, or struck with crossbows and bows, or raised boulders and threw them, and the shouts of killing filled the mountains and fields, and resounded in the sky.

Li Guohan climbed in the forefront, his eyes were round and his face was full of shock at the changes on the top of the mountain, and before he could make a sound, he watched a stone the size of a millstone fall from the sky, smashing towards the top of his head with a whistling sound, and his body happened to be in the Y shadow where the millstone fell.

A one-sided massacre began without warning, on such a terrain, the Qing soldiers could not resist at all, raise the bow and S, the feet could not stand steadily, how to draw the bow? Turn around and run away, unless you hold your head and roll down directly, you can only move down slowly step by step.

There are also some bloody men who roar and rush upward, they die very decently on the way to charge, compared with the people who roll down the mountain, the people who rush up are too conspicuous, and they die the fastest.

Li Guohan died very aggrieved, he was stoned to death by the grinding stone, at the moment of death, he didn't even have time to pull out the knife, the set of stainless steel chain mail given by Haoge was still left on the back of the Nikan who died with him, and he didn't have time to pass it once.

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