"Rush. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Liu Zhongyi's brain is blank, this is his own battlefield, this is no longer his grandfather's battlefield, beside him, although there are only twenty-five people, but like him, let out a thunderous scream.

"Big brother, be careful." Liu Zhongyi suddenly felt that he had been hit, and his body staggered to the side.

With a "poof", the Mongols' sharp bows and arrows flew like locusts, and in his place, a man with a pimple on his face opened his lantern-like eyes.

"Kill." The man suddenly grabbed the bow and arrow in his chest, folded it hard, shouted, and rushed forward with a steady pace.

"Dasha, Dasha." Liu Zhongyi held the handle of the knife fiercely and rushed towards the Mongols regardless of the group.

This man with a pimple on his face has no name. He grew up in Jiang'an City since he was a child, but because his face and head were covered with pimples, no one wanted to be his friend, only Liu Zhongyi treated him as a relative since he was a child, and he never disliked him.

"Kill. Mongols of Dog Day. Liu Zhongyi watched Dasha slowly fall in front of him.

Dasha fended off most of the bows and arrows for them, and the Mongol in front of him showed a little nervousness on his face. The sudden explosion deprived them of their generals, and the warriors who regarded death as if they were at home told them with blood that the Han people were not afraid of death.

Li Xiang once again used the technology of the future, and the super 3D printer kept throwing grenades, which fell from the sky and fell into the Mongolian workshop, and after a while, the entire workshop fell into a sea of fire, and the Mongolians were in chaos.

At this time, Li Xiang's team took advantage of the chaos of the Mongols, calmly left, and went into the mountains again to hide.

"Search, search, search the whole mountainous area for me, smooth every road for me, block every river for me, I don't believe they can fly out." Shi Tianxing couldn't suppress his anger, and his voice resounded throughout the barracks.

His favorite son died, the only one who could keep the glory and wealth of the Shi family after a hundred years, this son who was praised by the Great Khan as a scheming son died, was killed in his own military camp, and let the murderer escape, this is a disgrace for the Mongols, this challenge to the Mongols.

The army of the Mongol Empire is not a charity, although he has the trust of the Great Khan, but after all, he is a Han general, how many Mongols and even Persians have taken a fancy to their position, and when they die, the butcher's knife will fall on their head without hesitation, even the Great Khan can't stop it.

This is the wolf, the wolf of the steppe. Only the strong can survive, and if the weak stand in the way of the strong, then a sharp butcher's knife will always await him.

How many years do you have to live? Maybe you won't survive for a few years?

Historian, did it reach its peak in its own hands, and then die in its own hands?

The moment he heard that the cannon factory had been attacked, he didn't ask about his son's life or death. He asked about the lives and deaths of two Muslim barbarians from distant Persia. The cannon was destroyed, and the Muslims went to see what they called God, and of course, their own sons followed. His own son died, and he could avenge him in his lifetime, but the Muslim died, and he did not know if he would be able to withstand the punishment of the greatest Möngke Khan from the steppe.

The first time he learned of his son's death, all he thought of was to immediately write the death of Muslims to the Great Khan thousands of miles away, the executioner who was full of blood from head to toe, he did not ask for his forgiveness, he just asked for him to leave a light for the historian, his stupidest eldest son still stayed by the Khan's side, as long as the light was not extinguished, life was always a little interesting.

As long as the lights are not extinguished, there is always the possibility of continuing to burn.

Of course, before there was news from the Great Khan thousands of miles away, the only thing he could do was to give the damned murderer to the Great Khan and put the Great Khan in the most ferocious torture on the grassland.

However, three days later, he completely lost the trace of the murderer, and a team of cavalry was sent out, and a team of cavalry was returned, but the only news was only two words: no.

The murderer is gone.

Shi Tianxing slowly knocked on the table, suddenly stood up, and said loudly: "Someone, pass the thorn over and let him prepare to go." ”

"My lord, isn't that right? Although Thorn Na is the best hunter in the empire, he is also the clansman of the commander Wu Lihan, in case ......" Shi Tianxing's henchman didn't continue, in fact, he could guess that if this best hunter of the Great Yuan Dynasty was killed by a crazy enemy again, it is estimated that Shi Tianxing's position would definitely not be saved.

"Then send a letter to Ulihan, saying that the northwest found the Yi Yong of the Han people lurking in our army's camp and launched an attack on our army, so that he could pay attention to the actions of the Song army in Sichuan." Shi Tianxing didn't think he waved his hand, and said that if he really didn't take this Wu Lihan in his eyes before, it was Liu Rong, the general, who really made him feel terrible, he had seen the Han people who surrendered, and the Han thieves who betrayed the country, but he had never seen the Han people who surrendered so completely, and he had never seen the Han thieves who sold the country so hard.

Even he couldn't help but scold him, and at the beginning of the first year of Xianchun, this traitor told the Great Khan every truth of the Great Song Dynasty without hesitation, and shamelessly prompted the Great Khan to send troops.

"Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu." Li Xiang licked his chapped lips: "Are you sure that the Mongols will not search?" ”

Zhu Wenwu's eyes were black, his face was pale, his beard was even grayer, and in just three days, he had worked harder and more worried than in the previous three years, because of the discomfort in his throat caused by dryness, and his voice became hoarse and illusory: "Why can't you believe me, speaking of which, I dug it out with one hand and one foot." ”

You can also use your feet to dig holes.

No one thought that of course, even Li Xiang didn't dare to think that their hiding place turned out to be a cellar near the workshop, speaking of which, this cellar was still the hiding place where Zhu Wenwu used to kill Tartars in the school yard, less than half an hour away from Shi Tianxing's camp.

If Shi Tianxing knew that the person he was looking for was actually at the foot of his eyelids, he would probably jump up and scold his mother, and scolding his mother would be light.

After the factory was blown up, the Mongols did not send people to repair it, and there was no possibility of repairing it, and the fire burned all night, burning everything that should be burned and what should not be burned.

The cellar is not far from the roadside, and during this time several groups of Mongolian cavalry have been seen in and out, but the four of them absolutely do not dare to move, who knows when they will meet the Mongolian cavalry, just by virtue of the four of them, the cavalry that meets the Mongolian is definitely meat buns and dogs - there is no return.

Of course, what Zhu Wenwu didn't know was that Li Xiang had a super 3D printer inside his body, and through the wasp drone, he had already seen the situation outside.

The cellar was very small, very dark, very little oxygen, and I didn't know what time it was, Li Xiang, who was in a daze, was gently woken up, and struggled to open his eyes, only to see a smiling face in front of him: "There are good things." (To be continued.) )