The hunt continues.

Wang Baobao looked at Zhao Zhijing's disapproving look, and shook his head secretly in his heart.

In the eyes of this little prince, in all the countries around Mongolia several times, in terms of national strength, only Song can compete with Mongolia.

Because the Song Dynasty was not inferior to the Great Mongolia, which had already extended its territory to the horizon, in terms of population, economy, equipment, and even generals.

But on the contrary, this ancient country, which he regarded as his great enemy, disappointed him again and again.

Read through the history books.

For almost a hundred years.

This ancient country is like a cowardly sheep.

can only be bullied by the surrounding jackals, tigers and leopards.

I finally got up and went out hunting several times, but most of them ended in failure.

Thirty thousand to five thousand, failed.

One hundred thousand to eight thousand, failure.

Gathering 300,000 troops, it is impossible to hold a line of defense.

was beaten to the gate of the national capital by the enemy, and it was clear that Chen had more than 700,000 soldiers, but in the end he still offered the wealth of the whole city in order to survive.

The former Wang Baobao felt confused about this.

As he grew up, he participated in wars several times and traveled to the country himself.

This made him gradually understand the reason for Song's failure.

Mongol warriors fought against the Han Chinese.

One against one, the winner is inseparable.

Ten to ten, slightly negative.

100 against 100, seven points of failure.

But when the scale of the war expands to thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, millions of people

These clever Han Chinese became sheep that could only be hunted by the wolves of Mongolia.

They are not inherently weak, they just lack the prowess to face the enemy.

Especially when they don't have to face a strong enemy, these smart people will try their best to choose to escape.

When the first man on the battlefield escapes

It will lead to the second and third

In the end, it caused an avalanche-like rout!

Of course, there are exceptions to this.

After all, there are many Han people in the Song Dynasty, and there are always a few heroes.

But after these heroes appeared, they would be feared by the king of Song, and finally pushed to the beheading table.

It's like an old wolf king. 35xs

After the old wolf king found out that there were wolf cubs in his clan who had the qualifications to grow into wolf kings.

Driven by jealousy and self-preservation, the old wolf king will go crazy to kill these heroic and protective wolves.

on this.

Wang Baobao was stunned by the habits of the Han people.

From the bottom of his heart, he was glad for it

One is fortunate that there is a strong opponent missing.

Second, I am glad that in this vast hunting ground, only they still have the courage and determination to challenge the strong!

Listen to the roars of the Mongol warriors.

Wang Baobao held the grape wine in his hand and drank it in a big gulp.

Maybe finally one day.

The warriors of the Great Mongols will also degenerate into what the Han Chinese are today.

However, Wang Baobao is willing to spend his life to delay this corrupt process.

Laughing.

The warriors who watched him carried the heads of those powerful demon beasts in front of him.

Look at the thirst for victory in the eyes of these warriors.

Looking at the Taoist leader beside him, the contempt from the wise man in his eyes.

Wang Baobao laughed more and more heartily!

"Come on, bandage the wounds of our warriors, and we'll move on!"

The Mongol army marched through the stone valley.

Beyond the sky-like beehive rock wall.

In front of you, there is a spacious sea of flowers.

Many hard-working jade bees swim in this sea of flowers.

With Zhao Zhijing guiding the way, the Mongolian warriors of the brigade took out the gas-filled sheep stomach pouch from their waists.

After taking a deep breath, he plunged headlong into the pool.

On the shore, Wang Baobao also chatted with Zhao Zhijing.

He liked this Han man very much.

I like the other party's appearance of despising to death in my heart, but I have to grovel to myself.

This can make Wang Baobao's heart rise a pride and ambition that represents conquest.

Especially when the other party is like this, showing his soft belly like an old dog, pleasing him with a flattering expression, and can bring him more victories

What reason did he have for refusing to like such a person?

Standing on the shore, Wang Baobao waited for a small hour.

Finally, the Mongolian warriors who sneaked into the ancient tomb from under the secluded pond sent back a message.

Everything is safe!

After receiving an accurate report, Wang Baobao laughed and took a sheep stomach air bag from the guard's hand.

Subsequently.

Take the lead in jumping into the pool.

Beneath the waterhole is a dark river.

Swim all the way down the river.

When the air in the sheep's stomach pouch was about to run out, the warrior who led the way led them to an underground shore opening.

Jet-black.

It was pitch black.

There was no light, just a few rays of light from the flames lit by the warriors.

By the light of the fire, the group walked up the stone steps carved out with obvious human traces.

Gradually, a little light appeared ahead.

It's not so harsh, it looks very soft.

Under the leadership of the warriors, Wang Baobao turned over.

The scene that appeared in front of him made him feel slightly stunned.

"This is a tomb?"

"I think so, little prince."

The Mongol warrior who was in charge of leading the way bent down and tapped his right hand on his heart:

"The place where we are should be a large tomb belonging to the Han nobles, but I don't know which Han Khan is buried in this tomb."

"Khan? Emperor? ”

Wang Baobao touched his chin and thought for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Zhao Zhijing behind him: "My dear Daoist Zhao, do you know the answer to the question?" ”

"This"

Zhao Zhijing looked embarrassed: "Please atone for the little prince, I am only shallow in my studies, but I really can't see the formation age of this ancient tomb." ”

"Is that so?"

Wang Baobao glanced at Zhao Zhijing thoughtfully.

Then, I saw him wave his hand and say:

"We should respect the mourning of the Han Khan, not disturb it.

My warriors, our purpose.

We are the offspring of wolves!

This time I came to this withered land to welcome the spouse of a Han Wolf King back to our Great Mongolia!

Instead of scavenging some carrion from the ancients! ”

"Roaring !!"

Wang Baobao's words resonated with many warriors.

In their enthusiastic cheers, Wang Baobao set his eyes on Zhao Zhijing:

"My brainchild, do you have anything to teach me about this ancient tomb in front of me?"

"Little prince, with the strength of the Mongolian warriors, everyone just needs to be careful of some of the mechanisms in the tomb."

Bending over, Zhao Zhijing replied in a humble tone.

"Is that so?"

"That's right, in many tombs, there will be mechanisms to prevent outsiders."

"In that case, then please ask the Taoist and the others to guide the way ahead with my warriors."

Speaking of this, Wang Baobao's eyes looked at Zhao Zhijing's eyes: "The next road will be troublesome."

"This"

"What's the problem?"

"Nope"

Next, Zhao Zhijing and other Quanzhen disciples, mixed with Mongolian warriors, opened the way ahead.

And Wang Baobao followed behind.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing's vision, it was very profound.

The tomb is huge.

After walking through several tombs safely, Wang Baobao became curious about the sarcophagi displayed in the stone room.

"My warrior, guess who are lying in these coffins?"

"Back to the little prince, here may be some martyrs who were buried for the Han Khan, right?"

"Is that so? But I think these sarcophagi are still very new, and they shouldn't have been used for long. ”

"It may be that the people who live in the tomb clean it from time to time"

As he walked through the tomb, all of a sudden, there was a slight noise ahead.

Someone seems to have touched the mechanism.

After a while, Wang Baobao heard a report that someone in front of him had been killed by random arrows, but he just nodded expressionlessly.

"Keep going."

The farther and farther you go, the deeper and deeper.

As time passed, many of the group grew tired of the darkness around them.

asked Zhao Zhijing several times, but in exchange for the other party's wry smile.

"How far is it?"

"Where the hell is that woman hiding?"

"We've been around for a long time"

After opening the door of a stone room again, I saw that the sarcophagi were still neatly arranged.

Finally, someone broke out their dissatisfaction.

The dark environment makes people nervous.

And the organs, blood, and death that appear from time to time in the ancient tombs amplify the tension to a certain extent.

They need new stimuli to stimulate what they're looking for.

So, someone found Wang Baobao.

"Little Prince, it's so depressing here."

"My warrior, what did you want to say when you found me?"

"I think you need to give the Warriors some thrills.

For example, open the graves of these Han nobles, take away the treasures that they no longer need, and distribute them to our warriors of Great Mongolia. ”

"Is this what you think?"

"Little Prince, this is what everyone thinks"

"Is that so?"

The little prince looked at the big man in front of him, thought for a moment, and nodded.

When the big man heard this, he had a happy expression on his face.

"Open! Opening! ”

"The little prince has given permission! Open the coffins of these nobles first! Pluck out all the silver and gold from them! ”

Hearing the voice, the warriors, who had been silent for a long time, finally became excited.

Storm into the burial chamber.

Several people worked together to open a coffin.

Open the lid of the coffin.

But what happened in it was a great disappointment for these warriors.

The smell of decay.

Stench.

Inside, there was only a ragged, half-decomposed corpse.

Not to mention gold and silver, all the coffins were searched, and only a copper coin hung from the corpse's mouth.

"Poor!"

"Poor ghost!"

"This is the servant of that nobleman, come on, come on, we're opening something else."

One coffin after another was opened.

The warriors got.

But there was only a pitiful copper coin.

This made the Mongol warriors even more angry, and began to utter many insulting words.

Standing in the corner, Zhao Zhijing watched the scene in front of him.

Pursed his lips.

in the sleeves.

A fist clenched.

It gradually loosened again