Luo Hengnian was very happy to hear that Yin Zhenren didn't treat himself as an outsider, he couldn't help it, and threw out the last question, "Do you still want Xiaolongnu?" The other people in the outer hall listened, including Ba Lao, all broke out in a cold sweat! The mood was both excited and apprehensive, everyone wanted to ask this question, but they all held back and didn't ask, only sixteen-year-old Luo Hengnian pierced the window paper. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who is the little dragon girl?" Yin Zhiping was inexplicable, and tried to search in his mind, but to no avail. Everyone was extremely disappointed, and their faces were full of regret. But I am glad that this should be the case, how could the ancestors of this sect be so frivolous? They are all arranged by literati, and the pen of defending the people is better than defending Sichuan.

Master Banza finally broke free from Lao Luo's eagle claws, and asked Yin Zhiping breathlessly, "Why did you come here?" I have been commissioned to seek you. Banza was often excited, and just wanted to have another loving hug. Yin Zhenren confessed again, "I didn't have much hope. I just want to leave the Chengdu camp and go around casually, and help some people in need by the way. I didn't think about it, I found you so quickly......" sounds a little unwilling. Banza said with a shy face, "Don't worry, there are gods to protect me." If you want to play, you can play, and come back to me when you have time, and it will be difficult for you to find it. Everyone burst into laughter and the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

Only Luo Baiyan remained cold, pointing to the Taoist who was dead and three injured on the ground and asked, "How to deal with them?" Ba Jinsong looked at Yin Zhiping, who ordered, "If you have water and food, leave some for them, and Qingcheng will come to clean up the aftermath." Let's go, come with me to Chengdu, and send Banza back first. And then, and then again. "Everyone has nowhere else to go, and now that they are in charge of the Quanzhen Sect, they are still their own ancestors, so naturally they can't miss it. So he left some food and water, put the sword next to the Taoist priest who was shot in the knee, and let him slowly guard the other two to thaw. Yin Zhenren rode a deceased's big green mule, and the others got on the horse and marched towards Chengdu together.

At this time, there was a little disagreement with Zhang Liao's team behind them. They kept an eye on Zhang Chenghou until Yin Zhiping appeared, and Zhang Tianshi threw the "Divine Stone" to Ba Lao, and they turned their eyes to Ba Jinsong. This group of people is very strong in combat, and they fight rashly, not daring to guarantee that there will be no casualties. So I haven't started to grab the stone. Now I overheard that they were going to Chengdu, and I had a proposition in my heart. In order to eliminate the sound, Zong Fang had abandoned his horse and hurried on two feet. Her physical strength can be regarded as a fighter among mortals, while the other three are simply not human. After chasing all the way hard, Zhi Zheng moved his heart of compassion and proposed to distance himself and go to Chengdu to find Ba Jinsong again. This will ease the pain of the tombstone comrades. When Zong Fang, who has always been strong, heard this, he couldn't wait to erect a tombstone for himself immediately. My heart has shaken my firm professional beliefs, and it is too difficult to fight these people, and I can kill myself just by walking. Fortunately, I am surrounded by my own people. Then I thought, if I recruit them all to 749? Director Bian won't think I'm stupid and naïve, right, that's the idea. With a new goal, she immediately became happy.

One mule and ten horses, the hoof prints are very clear. Everyone tracked unhurriedly, and they all knew that they were going to Chengdu, so they were not afraid of losing their goals.

Mount Emei, located between the Dadu River and the Tsing Yi River, has been magnificent and beautiful since ancient times.

The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism on the mountain coexist, and they are safe and sound. Originally, the Daomen was powerful, and since the Tang Dynasty, the Buddhism has become more and more prosperous. The Taoist temple is gradually hidden in the back mountain, leaving the front mountain to the Buddhist temple to make face. Originally, the incense here was extremely vigorous, and life was relatively peaceful and worry-free. Until the flames of war burned into Bashu.

On the banks of the Tsing Yi River, the two armies stood across the river, with the Mongolian army in leather armor in the north, and the ragtag army of the disheveled Song Dynasty and the militia in the south. A stout Song Army officer's helmet fell somewhere, wrapped in a white cloth around his head, and faintly blood seeped out. He drove the black-maned war horse and rushed to rush through the motley army, shouting loudly as he ran:

"Kill the Tartars when they see them! Rob our woman! What should we do!"

"Kill!"

"Tartars eat our children!Burn down our houses!What should we do!"

"Kill!"

"Tartars tear down our temples, destroy our temples, what should we do!"

"Kill!"

"The Tartars take our land, turn us into slaves, what should we do!"

"Let's fight—"

With a few extremely simple roars, the morale of this ragtag army was completely mobilized, like a mad tiger, just waiting for the wolves to fight.

The horns of the Mongolian army had been sounded, no one had mobilized before the war, and only 50 tall canister drums were beating at the same time. The low sound of drums was like the rumbling of 10,000 elephants. Driven by the sound of drums, the warriors of the Mongolian army seemed to have been beaten with eagle blood, and their eyes became extremely cold. The light cavalry of the front army struck the shield with a scimitar and began to drive the horse into the water to cross the river. In this season, the water of the Tsing Yi River is very shallow, and the center of the river is only at the height of the horse's belly, and the scouts have already measured the depth of the water, so that the army rushes to the opposite bank unscrupulously.

The general of the Song army ran back and forth again, and shouted: "Suppress, don't waste precious bows and arrows." Thirty paces!" stood twenty paces away from the shore, waiting for the tartars to come ashore. Some people didn't know whether they hated or feared, the swords in their hands trembled, and their palms turned white. The veteran behind him saw it, and when he came up, he kicked it on the buttocks, "Don't shake, shaking will be contagious!"

The light cavalry waded through the center of the river, and the centurion of the Chinese army shot a ringing arrow on the north bank, heading straight into the clouds. The hard archers, who got the signal, stepped forward in unison and raised their bows to shoot at the opposite bank.

The head-wrapped general looked at the flying locusts in the sky, and roared angrily, "Raise the shield—raise the shield—" and roared as he pulled his round iron shield from behind to protect the vital point. The ragtag armies raised their shields one after another, and some of the regrouped routs raised their standard shields. The militia groups have everything, such as door panels, panels, iron pots, pot lids, and curtains...... And bundles of firewood. The first wave of arrows fell, and dozens of people still fell.

The centurion visually measured the error and shouted, "Pressure-half-finger!" The hard archers lowered their elevation angles by three degrees in unison, and released a second wave of arrows.

The head-wrapped general shouted, "All, squat! Raise your shield -- don't lie down! you! Lie down and die quickly!" This wave of hits was even higher, but the Song army's protective effect was improved, and most of them shot at the "shield", but the casualty rate was much lower.

The light cavalry of the front army had already begun to land, and five hundred horses jumped at the same time, bringing up a white and bright splash. The Chinese army of the Mongolian army raised a four-way black silk, which can barely be called a banner of silver-topped umbrella, very much like a giant's head wearing a silver helmet and cape, and the black yak hair fluttered in the wind, which means war and strength. As the black haze rose, the heavy cavalry regiment passed through the ranks of the bow battalion and began to launch into the water.

Seeing that the Mongolian light cavalry had entered the range of accurate fire, the head thorn general shouted, "Get down, shoot the horse!" and finally gave the order to release the arrows. He forcefully lowered his horse's neck and laid himself and his horse on the ground at the same time. The spearmen in the front row of the Song army did the same, and they all prostrated on the ground. The archers in the back row stepped forward and pressed their bows very low, and the arrows shot almost flat. As soon as the first row of light horsemen stepped on the rocky beach near the shore, a row fell, most of them were Mongolian soldiers with arrows from their horses, but also from their legs. The light cavalry behind did not hesitate, bravely jumped onto the shore, separated the ranks in a figure-eight shape, and leaned towards the two wings of the Song army.

The head wrapper got up, pulled up the black war horse, and shouted, "Spear-" Everyone also quickly got up, raised the red cherry spear in their hands at forty-five degrees, put the tail end on the ground, and stepped on one foot to stabilize it. Holding the mid-section of the spear in both hands, he half-crouched and waited for the cavalry to attack.

Dozens of Mongolian horses rushed straight to the tip of the spear, and the rider smashed two gaps with flesh. The cavalry behind continued to insert diagonally, and many of the Song army's spears did not have time to adjust their angles and did not inflict fatal damage on them. The light cavalry tore open the first line of defense at both ends, and immediately separated, running parallel on both flanks of the Song army, without direct contact. The riders put away their swords and shields, drew their brisk short bows, and fired rhythmically at the Song army, and some of the Song army archers launched a return fire, and the two sides competed, obviously facing the Mongolian cavalry in the guerrilla attack, the Song army was more like a moving target. Constantly people fell to the ground, some moaning loudly, some silent.

The heavy cavalry regiment of the Mongolian army, unhurriedly driving to the center of the river, seemed to stand still, leisurely bathing in the water of the river in the belly of Qima, while admiring the confrontation on the shore.

Seeing that there were no more enemy troops on the shore, he devoted all his attention to the two wings, and he saw that there were not many of these two light horsemen, with about 200 horsemen left in the east and west, and there were still more than 3,000 soldiers of all kinds under his command. hoes and other things, to the two wings of the light cavalry to cover the past, under the absolute numerical superiority, the momentum to the extreme. Somehow, those light riders stumbled and stumbled, and kept turning around to shoot cold arrows, the speed was not too fast, and it always made people feel that they could catch up with a little more effort.

The crowd on both flanks gradually opened up a distance of 300 steps from the Chinese army, and the high-waisted drums of the Mongolian army on the other side rumbled again. Jiang Xin's heavy cavalry regiment, with a bow on the waist and a bow on his legs, slammed his legs between the horse's belly, and rushed to the south bank against the shooting of the archers of the Chinese army of the Great Song Dynasty!