The Mongol cavalry lined up neatly on the not-so-spacious official road, row after row, and there was no end in sight. Maybe he was dismissive, or maybe he didn't want to compete with the Song army in the short event, and even no Mongolian soldiers jumped off their horses to occupy the commanding heights on the slopes on both sides, although it was still shorter than the mountain fork, and the true purpose of the Song army could not be seen, but at least when the army was defeated, holding the high ground could effectively block the pursuers.

If it is replaced by an ordinary local Xiang army, more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers may be guarding it condescendingly, which can discourage hundreds of local Xiang troops.

But the Mongols didn't do this, they just stared at the Song army array in front of them with cold eyes, not so much looking at their opponents as at their prey. For them, there is no difference between discovering the reinforcements of the Song army and discovering that the prey has been fattened again, but it may be more delicious.

The sound of the horn sounded again, and it was particularly piercing in the empty mountains.

Layer after layer of Mongol cavalry spread out to the sides like black waves, neat and cold, as if they were a delicate instrument that had begun to operate. The three people who came out of this black and oppressive queue were all riding tall horses that were rare among Mongolian bantam horses, and the guards on both sides were dressed in neat armor, which was rare among Mongolian cavalry, and the person in the middle was even brighter silver armor, red cloak, and the sword in his hand was also inlaid with gold and jade, and the effect of using it to demonstrate was far greater than killing the enemy, but the saber really used to kill the enemy was just hanging on one side at random.

The man put aside the guards beside him, and stepped forward directly, a pair of eyes squinted intentionally or unintentionally, looking at a few people standing not far in front, the one with blood on his body and his eyes was blazing, needless to say, Su Liuyi, the commander of the Anji army, and standing on his left and right, one was a middle-aged man with a lofty instrument, but he was unexpectedly dressed as a civil official, and the other was even younger and a little excessive, and his eyebrows were naturally raised, and the eyebrows were full of flying and domineering and disdain.

The Anji soldiers standing behind them were basically bloody, but none of them bent down, they were all straight and straight, and the murderous aura could be felt even from a long distance. On the contrary, the brightly armored soldiers standing behind them and on the side of the hill, although they could not see clearly through their shields, judging from their untidy formation and the bows and crossbows in their hands, they should have been some untrained local soldiers.

On the contrary, the cavalry of the Song army, which is rarely seen in the Song army, is still silent in such a scene, like a wall of steel that is difficult to cross, although it is estimated that it cannot stop the crushing of the Mongolian cavalry now, but as long as it is given enough time, coupled with the advanced weapons and equipment of the Song Dynasty, it may also become a rare strong army.

What's even more worrying is that the Song army, regardless of the cavalry foot, is equipped with genuine iron armor, rather than those paper armor that is not used at all when it encounters rain or fire, which means that whether it is the Anji army in front or the Song army of unknown origin in the back, at least it is not at the level of the local army, but should be an elite force that the small court of the Song Dynasty attaches great importance to.

Interesting.

For the opponent who suddenly appeared, a trace of an undisguised smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, but he did not open his mouth to greet the other party, but still swept the face of each Song sergeant with a sharp gaze like an eagle.

If Zhang Shun's "quasi" Tianwu Army was pulled up to look at him, he would definitely be weak in his heart without a single cup of tea. But now standing in the way is the old soldiers of the Anji Army who have already looked down on life and death and want to rush up to kill now, and they all looked back coldly at the unfriendly gaze of this Mongolian official who suddenly came out, and their eyes showed high fighting spirit.

And the people in the front looked at him straightly, without the slightest hint of weakness, and the young man also smiled, although he couldn't see his specific expression clearly, but it should also be very proud and provocative.

Neither side spoke first, and whoever spoke first would be weaker in aura. Fortunately, the Mongolian army was fine, the Song army was originally relying on its aura to forcibly support its own face, so naturally it would not jump out first and slap its face in public at this time.

With a slight smile, the Mongolian commander who came out of the crowd spoke: "Marshal Uliangha Ashu of the Southern Capital of the Lower Great Mongol Khanate, I don't know how to call the other side?" ”

Hearing this, except for Su Liuyi and Lianghuai who had a lot of confrontations with Ah Shu on the battlefield back then, the two of them could be regarded as having a few encounters among thousands of troops and horses, so they had already guessed that in addition to being mentally prepared, the rest of the people, including Ye Yingwu, who raised his eyebrows disdainfully just now, couldn't help but take a breath lightly.

Standing there in front of you is a living Ashu! If he can be killed, the 100,000 Mongol army outside Xiangyang City will be leaderless and self-defeating! Kill him, everyone can go home happily and triumphantly, wash and scrub, hold his wife and children, and enjoy a few years of peace and happiness.

"." Yang Bao spat at the ground, and his hand involuntarily reached for the hilt of the knife.

If you really talk about official ranks, the first few people are still the largest military attache Ye Ying. Seeing the gazes of Su Liuyi and Lu Xiufu together, Ye Yingwu clenched his fists, and while pressing the hilt of the sword with his hand to cheer himself up, he flew on the horse, and barely rode out calmly.

His grandmother's, this Ah Shu is really bold, if he shoots a random arrow here, no matter how thick the armor on his body is, he can't escape the end of becoming a hedgehog, but he still walks out like this, if it weren't for the sharp gaze like a knife, his expression and movements, like Daozuo reuniting with old friends.

The two were less than two feet apart, looking at each other, hesitating for a moment, Ye Yingwu said with a full of anger: "In the Xia Da Song Jiangnan West Road, Xing** regimental training envoy and governor of the state, Tianwu Army four compartments commander, Ye Yingwu." ”

Ah Shu didn't expect that it was not his "old friend" Su Liuyi who came out on the other side, but a little kid who looked like he hadn't dried up and hadn't crawled on the battlefield.

The Song army was already weak enough, and their commander was still so unpopular, how did this country survive until now? Ah Shu looked at Ye Yingwu and began to question his outlook on life and worldview.

However, Ye Yingwu's unyielding gaze and his upright and immovable posture made Ah Shu have to look at this young man differently. However, the confrontation between the two armies is not the time to praise people, and at the moment, the old fox-like cunning Mongolian marshal said coldly:

"Ye Tuan Lian, do you think that this commander can't see that you are just some suspicious soldiers behind you? And look at the soldiers under you, the Tianwu Army has such a loud name, with a halo, it turns out that some soldiers who can't even hold a bow and crossbow are some soldiers here, are they the most elite soldiers in your Great Song Dynasty? What are you going to do to fight with a certain man? It is better to put down the sword and surrender quickly, which is the best policy. Ye Tuanlian has to think deeply. ”

Ye Yingwu smiled, Ah Shu's voice was not loud, but it was enough for people on both sides to hear it clearly, the Mongolian cavalry in front of Ye Yingwu was of course holding their heads high, and there was also a low angry scolding behind them.

"Then please ask Marshal Ah Shu to tell me, if you surrender with the Tianwu Army, what kind of reward will it be?" The heroism between Ye Yingwu's eyebrows disappeared in an instant, and his words were also lazy and a little careless, which was completely the expression of the neighbors.

Ah Shu's gaze was still cold, and he didn't soften at all because of Ye Yingwu's cheerful consent, but became more and more infiltrating. However, I have to say that the Ye Yingwu who is now presented in front of him coincides with the Ye Yingwu that Ah Shu thinks in his heart, he is sloppy and lazy, and even the same young Zhao Kuo a thousand years ago has all the self-confidence at all, and he is a whole national scum.

Ye Yingwu did not meet Ah Shu's gaze, but seemed to tilt his head slightly from the bottom of his heart, as if he wanted to look back, the expression on his face was also rare A little obscene, a little decadent, and hidden with a trace of excitement and hope, the rich second generation should have no flying and domineering at all, but the expressions of those traitors who led the way were fully learned.

Lao Tzu is a high-achieving student who graduated from the Department of History, no matter how he said it, he once devoted himself to studying the eight-year Anti-Japanese War, and after watching so many film and television works, he always knows what a traitor should be. I just didn't expect it to be used in this case.

Looking at the familiar expression on Ye Yingwu's face, Ah Shu forcibly suppressed the disgusting in his heart, aren't those Southern Song Dynasty officials who came to surrender with this expression. I thought that the backbone of the Song Dynasty had already surrendered, but I didn't expect to meet it when I walked here.

Holding back the nausea, Ah Shu's tone had to be softened: "The official title of Ye Tuanlian's envoy is from the fourth grade, as long as he takes refuge in my Great Mongolian Khanate, this commander will definitely enlighten His Majesty, and the fourth rank official is naturally not a problem, maybe it can be higher." As for gold, silver, gems, and beautiful horses, they are also given as much as the group training envoy wants. No matter what the Tianwu Army says, it's ・・・・・・"

After all, Ah Shu is a pure and good boy who grew up on the grassland, and this time he didn't use the method of forcible attack to break the conventions of life, and now let him shoot the sycophants of an army that he doesn't know at all, naturally it is difficult to go to the sky, so he can't make it up just after he speaks.

Ye Yingwu concealed the disdain in his heart, and said respectfully: "The subordinates are dedicated to sincerity, but Su Liuyi and Lu Xiufu are out-and-out diehards, and they will not throw themselves into the Great Mongolia which is full of infinite light and hope, so after a while, the general will command his corporal to make trouble, and ask Marshal Ashu to cooperate more, so please come over with the marshal, and the subordinates have already thought about the ・・・・・・ in their hearts, that, as long as the Great Mongolia agrees, the subordinates will present Su Liuyi's head." ”

Ah Shu was overjoyed in his heart, but he didn't expect that he would meet a gentleman who had no interest in the first persuasion, the other party had already made plans and plans, and he couldn't help but express it, and he didn't hesitate at the moment, and he stepped forward immediately, and he was going to turn his head.

"Marshal, no!" The two Ashu guards shouted at the same time.

Ah Shu was shocked in his heart and shouted that it was not good, but at this moment, Ye Yingwu didn't know where the strength came from, and he flew straight from the horse and jumped up, knocking Ah Shu who was beside him off the horse with such a collision!

Whether it was Su Liuyi, Lu Xiufu and others, or the Mongolian cavalry opposite, they were all stunned, they didn't expect such a dramatic change to happen.

On the contrary, after Ye Yingwu's various tortures, Yang Bao was already secretly praying in his heart that Ah Shu would not die too miserably, and it happened suddenly, and only Yang Bao reacted in an instant among the thousands of people in the audience, and the saber that had been pressed falsely came out of the sheath, and the rear of the Tianwu Army commanded to rush quickly towards the commanders of both sides who turned over and fell off the horse!

"Kill!" Su Liuyi and the commander of the Mongolian army on the opposite side shouted at the same time, the remnants of the Anji army and the Mongolian cavalry started one after another, and Zhang Shun also commanded the Tianwu soldiers to release arrows to suppress the Mongolian cavalry that was obviously faster.

Countless arrows whizzed through the air, both sides were desperately shooting arrows, desperately rushing forward, whoever can control the two coaches for the first time is the winner!

And Ye Yingwu and Ah Shu were constantly rolling on the ground at this time, the foreheads of the two of them had collided together since they first fell off the horse, they were already purple and bruised, their eyes were wide, their teeth were gritted to death, you punched me and kicked me, and they didn't have the demeanor they should have as a coach at all.

Ye Yingwu knew that what a Mongolian warrior like Ah Shu was best at was wrestling, so no matter how Ah Shu swung his fists, he would press him to the ground to the ground, saying nothing to make a wrestling master stand up, otherwise Ye Yingwu's thin body would not be enough to fall.

Although he has not studied martial arts, as a senior rich second generation, and a rich second generation with violent tendencies, he has not participated in street fires and can be regarded as having seen them, so unlike Ah Shu's punch and kick fighting very steadily, Ye Yingwu almost every move is to greet the other party's vital points, Ah Shu's move Ye Yingwu can rely on some places on his body to support the flesh thick and hard, but Ye Yingwu's move Ah Shu must be blocked with all his strength, after all, it is related to the happiness of the second half of his life・・・・・・

So what stunned Yang Bao, who was the first to arrive, was that his own commander actually suppressed Ah Shu, who was supposed to calmly solve the battle, with an unheard of and unseen obscene move. However, Yang Bao didn't have time to comment, because almost with his front and back feet, a Mongolian commander Pegasus came, and the saber in his hand slashed straight at Ye Yingwu's neck, tricky and ruthless!

"Kill!" Yang Bao roared, and the saber "dang" stopped the slashing saber.

Su Liuyi had already stepped forward from behind, and the old and spicy Pu Dao in his hand slashed directly at the thousand-sized commander's mount. The Mongolian commander didn't dare to hold up these two opponents who came out, and subconsciously took a step back, waved his knife and slashed again.

"Ahh Ye Yingwu suddenly screamed at this time, and Ah Shu punched the soft place of his lower abdomen, and the piercing pain made this young master of the Ye family, who was a rich second generation in his past life and in this life, have the urge to cry.

"Grandma's, I'm going to beat you to death!" The rich second generation was beaten up in a hurry, and it was not fatal, Ye Yingwu even ignored the fist that rushed to the eye socket, turned his hands into claws, and pounced straight at the vital point of Ah Shu's lower body, with a big posture of smashing.

Ah Shu was obviously also furious, and scolded a few words in Mongolian that Ye Yingwu couldn't understand, during which he had to forcibly retract the fist that was almost approaching Ye Yingwu's eye socket, and rolled on the spot to avoid Ye Yingwu's fatal claw.

The surrounding Mongol cavalry hurriedly retracted their horses, and if they accidentally stepped on the hooves of their marshal, it would be ridiculous.

"Fuck you come back to Lao Tzu!" Ye Yingwu didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly the whole body pounced, and once again pressed Ah Shu to the ground, and then the thin body bowed, and the feet on the ground borrowed strength, and the two of them hugged each other again, thinking about rolling in the opposite direction just now, and after a while, they crashed into the feet of Yang Bao, who was striding forward!

Yang Bao looked at the Mongolian marshal who hit his feet in surprise, Ah Shu at this time was honestly in a much better state than Ye Yingwu, except for the helmet falling off, bruises on his forehead, and his lower body armor was messy, the rest was still healthy, and Ye Yingwu was already lying on the ground weakly, and he was in hot pain and pain, and he didn't know if this Mongolian marshal was reincarnated as a bull.

"Bang!" Su Liuyi fought hard and received a knife in the arm, cutting the commander off the horse, only to breathe a sigh of relief, and inadvertently turned his head to look, only to find that Yang Bao's whole person was stunned, and at his feet, it was the Mongolian marshal Ashu who was dizzy and dark in front of him! As for Ye Yingwu, the culprit who caused such a situation, he kept muttering something in his mouth, frowning and rubbing his sore arm, with a face that was unforgiving.

The thousands of troops who fought suddenly quieted down.

It was so quiet that only the sound of the wind remained.

Yang Bao smiled and put the knife on Ah Shu's neck, and nodded at Ye Yingwu, who was barely able to get up and was sore all over, although his own commander was shameless and obscene, he always had the courage and ability, and he was able to deceive this Mongolian marshal of Zhengnan into believing it. And in the end, Yang Bao asked himself if he couldn't do it.

Although the Mongol cavalry was unwilling, they still had to slowly retreat.

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