PS: The end of Kublai Khan!

"The main Mongol force was defeated, and Kublai Khan and Oduchi were only spared. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhang Shijie's words fell to the ground, and the sound of breathing could be heard in the entire meeting hall.

A moment later, all the staff members jumped to their feet, shouting loudly and hugging their companions, and the council hall was drowned out in cheers.

And Zhang Shijie handed the letter to Jiang Hao: "Just yesterday, although the three divisions of the Xuanwu Army lost contact between the left and right, they finally arrived at Loufu in the form of a rapid march, one step faster than the Mongolian Tatars, the first division came out of the city, and the second and third divisions that arrived later attacked the flanks of the Mongolian Tatars respectively, and the Mongolian Tatars did not know how many enemies there were in the wind and rain, plus they were still moving forward, they were caught off guard, and finally they couldn't hold on and collapsed. It's just that Kublai Khan and Aoduchi were not caught, and now Li Fu is spreading out the army to search north, while asking the Jinghu Army in the north to block the road, and at the same time asking the Tianwu Army to quickly go south and join the search team. ”

Jiang Hao's hands trembled a little, and he looked back at Yin Yu mechanically, and also at the cheering staff officers, and muttered in a trance: "This battle, we won it?" ”

"We've won!" Yin Yu laughed and stared at every word on the letter, he has always been calm and steady, and at this time, he can't wait to eat the words on the letter directly!

"It's true that this battle was won, but it's not over yet, Kublai Khan is seriously ill, and Oduchi is a kid who hasn't grown all his hair, so he definitely can't run away!" Zhang Shijie solemnly looked at the ecstatic Jiang Hao and Yin Yu, and reached out to grab the helmet on the table, "Tianwu Army Jiang Hao listens to the order!" ”

"The last general!" Jiang Hao Huo Ran stood up straight, and Yin Yu and those staff members beside him also followed suit and stood up straight.

Exhaling softly, Zhang Shijie turned to look at the wind and rain outside: "The Tianwu army is moving south!" ”

"The Tianwu Army is rushing south!" Jiang Ho and Yin Yu quickly arched their hands and rushed out of the wind and rain.

And Zhang Shijie also walked out of the hall quickly, and several staff members behind him were already standing under the corridor together, watching the last rain of the summer flow down the eaves, and also watching the guards in the courtyard assemble in the neat slogan, and soon this slogan echoed in the entire Yanmen Pass City.

The Tianwu Army, which had been recuperating for several days and was almost suffocated in this wind and rain, seemed to have found a suitable outlet, and the soldiers of the brigade sang a loud military song and drove through the streets of Yanmen Pass, rows of guns and spears pointed high at the sky, and their boots hit the ground heavily, making a uniform sound.

"Unbeatable!" One of the staff members looked up at the hazy green mountains in the wind and rain in the distance, and couldn't help but mutter.

"Unbeatable!" The staff mechanically repeated these four words, watching the soldiers of the Ming army rush through the street at the door like a rolling iron stream.

Isn't it the greatest blessing in life to be born in this world and to meet this scene!

And Zhang Shijie had already walked out with his whole body draped, and a drop of rain fell in the palm of his hand. This middle-aged man, the Shangzhu Kingdom of the Ming Dynasty, who has come to this day step by step as Nanlaizi, chanted in a low voice, and the surrounding staff pricked up their ears curiously.

"General ・・・・・・ has been ruined in a hundred battles. To the river beam, looking back at thousands of miles, the old people are forever. The wind is cold in the west, and the seats are full of clothes like snow. Zhang Shijie muttered and walked down the steps, and his guards were already waiting aside.

And Zhang Shijie got on the horse, pulled the reins of the horse fiercely, and subconsciously looked at the tall Guancheng not far away and the rolling green hills outside. Xiang Heliang, looking back thousands of miles, even if the old man is extinct, he has come to this point after all, and it is not him Zhang Shijie who has a broken reputation!

"Let's go!" Zhang Shijie shouted loudly, and the surrounding guards shouted at the same time, closely following the figure of their own coach riding forward.

A cavalryman rushed into the wind and rain, and submerged in the iron flow that rolled forward.

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The rain flowed down the hats and clothes, and the vision was blurred, but you could still faintly see the lights dancing in the darkness, all over the mountains.

It was the soldiers of the Ming army who were searching for Kublai Khan and Oduchi, who had never seen anyone alive or dead. After all, on the line from Loufu to Lanshui, there is such a big place, and there are the Xuanwu Army and the Tianwu Army coming in the south, and the Jinghu Army in the north.

"These Southern Barbarians are really shameless," Ao Duchi took a bite of the dry cake, which was the only dry cake left in his pocket, and a personal guard was using the rain to wet the dry food and feed it to Kublai Khan, who was curled up under the stones, "Daddy, the Southern Barbarians actually directly used our captives to open the way in front of the search, as long as they found our traces, they were rewarded, and those who lied about the military situation were directly beheaded, my Mongolian loyal and brave men have basically died in battle, and the remaining soft bones want to save their lives, it is really Mali, It's only been a few days, and we've already advanced more than ten miles, and we haven't had a chance to catch our breath. ”

The only two remaining guards turned their heads silently, not wanting to look at the old man curled up in the wind and rain, but just looked at the wind and rain and darkness, a point of light appeared on the hillside closest to here, and then countless points of light crossed the hillside, like a flowing river of light.

A spark can start a prairie fire, I'm afraid it's the scene in front of me.

The two guards slowly stood up, and at the same time clenched the saber in their hands, the twenty or thirty thousand army had just come into contact with the Southern Barbarians and was defeated, and only more than ten brothers rushed out to protect the Great Khan and the little prince, as a result, the brothers had opened the road and guarded in front and back in the past few days, and they were basically all damaged, and now only the two of them remained.

But these two guards knew where their duty was, and their eyes were coldly staring at the flames that were getting closer and closer, and if they wanted to hurt the Great Khan and the little prince, they stepped over their corpses first!

In this bleak wind and cold rain, the blood of the good Mongolian men is still there, and it is always better than the soft bones who worked for the Southern Barbarians in front.

"Wu'er!" Kublai Khan slowly stretched out his hand, Odu Chi was stunned for a moment, and even ran to Kublai Khan's side, rolling in the mud these days, I can't even remember how many times I fell, my clothes have long been covered with mud, embarrassed, not to mention that now it has reached the moment of life and death, where can I still take care of the prestige of the little prince.

"Wu'er!" Kublai Khan trembled and grabbed Oduchi's wrist and muttered, "I didn't expect Ben Khan to dominate the world all his life, but he died here in the end, unwillingly!" ”

Oduchi silently turned his head, not wanting to meet Kublai Khan's gaze. Although the old man's eyes no longer have the edge and domineering of a king, the heavy, remorseful and helpless look made Ao Duchi's heart ache even more.

The end of the hero, I'm afraid it should be so.

Kublai Khan muttered: "I still can't forget the snow-capped mountains of Tibet, the lakes of Dali, and the beacon smoke of Jingzhou. Half of this life is spent in battle, and half of it is spent on the throne of the Great Khan of Mongolia. I feel that I have mastered the context of the world, as long as there is enough time, I can master the whole world, but who would have thought that there was a variable of Ye Yingwu, Xiangyang, Chenzhou, Chengdu and then Youyan, the family foundation accumulated by three generations of Mongolians for decades has been corrupted and clean in a few years, and every effort has only made him go to a higher ・・・・・・"

Speaking of Ye Yingwu, Ao Duchi sighed softly, if there is anyone who is the biggest variable, then it must be Ye Yingwu. Since the defeat of Ashu in the Battle of Xiangyang, Mongolia's luck seems to have come to an end, taking a sharp turn, Chenzhou was defeated, Chengdu was defeated again, and now Youyan and Qinshui are defeated again, even if Kublai Khan and himself can return to the grassland alive, what ability does he have to compete with the Ming Dynasty?

When the former Song Dynasty reached the final moment of life and death, there was a Ye Yingwu who stood up to turn the tide, but who in Mongolia could turn the tide? Huaxia exchanged three hundred years of luck for such a figure, where does Mongolia go to find three hundred years of luck?

The rise of Mongolia for decades is already a miracle, but these decades have passed like a dream. Now Mongolia is back to square one. Those steppe cavalry, which once crisscrossed Europe and Asia and were invincible in the Central Plains, were turned into smoke and dust under the counterattack of the Chinese nation, just like their predecessors - the Huns, Xianbei and Turks.

Perhaps this is the inevitable fate of a grassland nation facing China, a nation that has been inherited for 5,000 years, no matter how turbulent the waves are, there will be a day when they will be crushed.

And now they have witnessed this dream turn to ashes in this bleak wind and cold rain!

"Child, do you know that Father Khan once had a dream, a very beautiful dream, in which our Mongolian iron cavalry swept through the south of the Yangtze River." Kublai Khan's voice was low but gentle, as if he could penetrate the wind and rain at this moment, covering up all the hustle and bustle, "In that dream, there is no Ye Yingwu, there is no such biggest variable. Although those southern barbarians resisted stubbornly, they were finally defeated in front of our Great Mongolian cavalry, just like Father Khan defeated Jia Yidao in Jingzhou. Our cavalry rushed to Lin'an and Lingnan, our cavalry, our banners, ・・・・・・ are really a little curious, what does this Ye Yingwu look like, but unfortunately I am afraid that I can't see it. ”

Oduchi subconsciously looked at Kublai Khan's face, and his father, Khan, who had been a lifelong man, didn't know when he had closed his eyes, and even the gaze that finally made Oduchi feel frightened and ashamed disappeared. The old man's pale face, which had been pale from a long illness, was inexplicably bloody, and Oduchi hurriedly clenched Kublai Khan's hand, which was cold and piercing, trembling constantly.

In an instant, Oduchi was even in a trance, the dream that Kublai Khan said was true, and everything now is not the truth!

But the cold rain flowed into his chest, and the footsteps and shouts of the Ming soldiers drew closer and closer, and destroyed his beautiful illusions.

This is still the valley of the Lan River in the wind and rain, and those shadows that emerge in the darkness are still like devils, and the cavalry and banners galloping in the dream have long since turned into smoke and dust.

"Father Khan・・・・・・ child is incompetent, and he can't protect his father Khan and escape." Ao Duchi slowly pulled out his saber, as a little Mongolian prince, even if he died, he couldn't fall into the hands of the Southern Barbarians, and it was his father Khan who couldn't rest assured, his father Khan was too weak now, but there was still a breath in it.

Pulling out his pale hand from Odhuchi's equally trembling hand, Kublai Khan opened his eyes again, looked at the surrounding dark mountains and the surging points of light, and suddenly laughed: "Missed, missed!" Mongolia's luck since the rise of Genghis Khan to this day is over! Heaven does not bless the people, this mountain and river, the heavy is the Han people, this luck, the heavy is Chinese, the heavy is Chinese! ”

The sound echoed in the valley, and the Ming soldiers who heard the sound roared and rushed towards this side.

Kublai Khan, it must be the Kublai Khan they are looking for!

And Kublai Khan tried his best to widen his eyes, as if he wanted to take in the mountains and rivers around him as much as possible. And his lips trembled slightly, and he leaned into Oduchi's ear, and said intermittently: "Live・・・・・・ live・・・・・・ live"

The afterglow of the word "go" was still echoing, and Kublai Khan had slowly leaned against the rock, his eyes widening, but there was no sound.

"Surrender quickly!" A Ming soldier rushed up the hillside quickly, the torch in his hand reflecting the light of his saber. And the Ming soldiers of the brigade rushed up from his side like a tide, every young face was full of exhaustion, and there was even rain on his eyebrows, but the strong fighting spirit and killing intent in his eyes were enough to burn the heavens and the earth!

The two guards roared and pounced, but they were overwhelmed by the Ming soldiers in an instant.

They didn't look behind them until they died.

Oduchi didn't care about the movement behind him, but reached under Kublai Khan's nose tremblingly, and there was no longer any breath.

"Father Khan-!" The young Mongolian prince suddenly burst out into a cry, and the whole person fell directly to his knees in the mud and rain, and bowed his head deeply.

In the wind and rain, all the soldiers of the Ming army fell silent, quietly looking at these two figures, and no one spoke.

The Mongol captives who were detained by the Ming army as coolies and laborers heard this cry, and they all bowed their heads silently, and even knelt directly on the ground.

The soldiers of the Ming army parted like a tide, and the flowing river of red light seemed to be split through the middle by a sharp sword. Under the escort of several guards and generals, Li Fu and Yang Ting walked quickly side by side. According to the scope agreed with the Jinghu Army, it is the responsibility of the Jinghu Army to continue to the north, so for this piece of mountainous land, the Xuanwu Army attaches great importance to it, saying that the Mongolian Khan cannot be allowed to fall into the hands of the Jinghu Army, and the credit for capturing the thief and the king should belong to the Xuanwu Army!

So not only a few army commanders and division commanders personally commanded on the front line, but even Yang Ting and Li Fu followed behind, patrolling back and forth with their personal guards, even if they dug three feet into the ground, they had to find Kublai Khan and Odukchi. And now the hard work pays off, these two guys finally did not escape from the palm of the Xuanwu army.

The wind and rain were miserable, and the cries of Oduchi continued to pierce everyone's hearts.

Li Fu and Yang Ting glanced at the old man who was lying quietly under the mountain rock, and he didn't blink his eyes, so they knew what was going on and stepped forward silently. This is the first time the two have seen the Mongolian Khan, looking at the old man's hideous face and scattered hair, Li Fu shook his head lightly, reached out to cover Kublai Khan's face, and wanted to cover the eyelids of this generation of heroes and Mongolian Khan, but when Li Fu's hand was taken away, the eyelids opened again.

"It's really dead." Yang Ting couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

And Li Fu didn't try any more, just let people send Kublai Khan's body and Odu Chi, who was huddled in the mud and crying constantly, while slowly walking to Yang Ting's side. The rain flowed down the clothes and armor of the two people, and the distant mountains and rivers were full of vastness in the wind and rain.

"Thanks to him, he didn't blink an eye." Li Fu muttered, "Now this reckless thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are from the Ming Dynasty and from China." ”

Yang Ting laughed lightly, I don't know why, Kublai Khan's death made him feel a little empty, perhaps because this big stone that weighed on the hearts of all Huaxia Erlang was too heavy. Kublai Khan is dead, looking at the world, who can hold on under the Ming Dynasty's troops?

What the Ming Dynasty is about to have is not only the homeland of the Han and Tang Dynasties in China, but also a broader world!

"The general is in a hundred battles. To the river beam, looking back at thousands of miles, the old man has never ・・・・・・" Li Fu couldn't help but chant in a low voice, "Xin Jiaxuan has been looking forward to the mountains and rivers of his life, and now they are under our feet, and this pit and valley are all the banners of my Ming Dynasty." ”

"This song is a bit more tragic," Yang Ting raised his head and looked at the rivers and mountains in the wind and rain, "It should be more appropriate to change the song."

Li Fu was stunned, and the two smiled slightly, and the high singing of the Ming soldiers could already be heard in the dark.

"The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north,

The dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword aura is like frost!

The heart is like the water of the Yellow River,

Twenty years, vertical and horizontal

Who can fight it?!

・・・・・・・・・・・・”

In an instant, between heaven and earth, only this song echoed.

I don't know when, the wind and rain stopped, and the dark clouds cracked a gap.

The light of day dawned.