"General, you and Lord Batu and them quickly retreat! This valley pass is narrow, easy to defend and difficult to attack, I will take some of my brothers to break the queen! I will stop the pursuers even if I die!" said Zana, who was on a large axe and had bandages on his shoulders.

"This!" Dalda looked at his cronie Zana, although he knew in his heart that it was indeed the only way now, but watching these brothers who had been with him for more than ten years go to death, how could he bear it, so he looked embarrassed, and it was difficult to make up his mind for a while.

"General! In the current situation, there is no room for hesitation! Otherwise, we will all have to die here! As long as the general avenges his brothers in the future and kills all these hateful Tibetan dogs, I will die without regrets!"

"Yes, General! A few of us are seriously wounded, and we can't run fast on horseback, so we can only drag you down. It's better to cut off the queen for the brothers, and let us die as we deserve! beg the general to withdraw quickly, or else...... Otherwise, I will die in front of the general now!" several Mongolian soldiers knelt in front of General Dalda, pleading with tears in their eyes.

Wu Xiuwen couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene on the side: "It is no accident that the Mongolian iron cavalry can gallop the world and create a great cause, they are brave and good at fighting, and their nature is like fire, although some of them fight like life, but there is no lack of bloody people who are righteous and dry! It's just that although I admire it, but the war between Han and Mongolia is a battle for the survival of the race, either you die or I live." Once it is completely crushed by the Mongolian iron hoof, the cultural inheritance of the Han nationality for thousands of years will be devastated, otherwise there will be no saying that 'there is no China after Yashan'!

It was impossible for General Dalda to know the sigh in Wu Xiuwen's heart, and after struggling for a while, he could only grit his teeth and stomp his feet and say ruthlessly: "Okay!

"Yes!" replied in a loud voice with a straight waist and blazing eyes.

"Today, I ordered Zhana to lead fifteen soldiers here to intercept the Tibetan pursuers!" General Dalda gave the order to the beloved general Zhana for the last time, and in the end, he couldn't help but choke up, but he endured it several times. "Military orders are like mountains, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Yes, the last general swears to complete the mission!" Zana and fifteen Mongol soldiers commanded in unison, and after kneeling on one knee and giving their last salute to General Dorda, they prepared enough arrows, and without hesitation, they went to the mouth of the narrow valley to set up a defense, and waited solemnly.

Dorda reluctantly ordered the rest of the men to retreat immediately from the other exit of the valley, which was for most of the day. Everyone fell into silence, moving forward silently, not only lamenting the sacrificial robe, but also worrying about their future and uncertain life.

Dalda's face was even more pale, this time he sent an envoy to Tibet, not only failed to complete the set goal, but instead lost his troops, first lost the captain of the pro-guard army, Dakshen, and now lost his subordinate general Zhana. How can he not be heavy in his mood.

"Report!" A spy from afar galloped again, and everyone's hearts were tight, because in the past few days, there must have been no good thing for any spies to report, and it must have been the people and horses who were chased and intercepted by the Tibetan thieves who chased and intercepted them.

"Report to the general!" the spy seemed to have a hint of excitement in his tone, which made all the Mongols wonder in their hearts, and the spy took a few breaths and hurriedly reported, "The spies ahead met the vanguard of my Mongol army. It is said that in another half a day's journey, you will be able to meet the advance of the army, and in another day and a half at most you will be able to join the receiving army!"

"Good, good, good!" General Dalda said three times in a row. "Command full speed! Join the advance of the receiving army as soon as possible, and wait for the arrival of our Mongol army! Then it is time to avenge the death of our robes!"

"Revenge and hatred! Revenge and hatred! Revenge and hatred! Kill all the Tibetan dogs!" The shouts of more than 20 people were earth-shattering.

But before their shouts could be heard, they stopped abruptly as if they had been choked by the neck. I saw that from the fork in the road on the side, less than 100 monks in armor and knives suddenly poured out, all of them tall horses, described as burly, and their faces were murderous!

"The Mongolian Tartars are still trying to kill us all! Today, the Buddhas will kill all of you Mongolian Tatars!" Obviously, this group of monks had already heard the crazy shouts of the Mongolian soldiers.

General Dorda and other Mongolian soldiers frowned when they saw this, and their hands holding their swords involuntarily sweated slightly. Although the number of this group of monks is only more than 100 people, the combat effectiveness of the monks is much higher than that of ordinary believers, and the threat of these 100 or so monks is definitely greater than that of 2 or 300 ordinary believers.

Moreover, this group of monks wore yellow lama hats, and it seemed that they were the "Kadampa" monks who had the firmest anti-Mongolian stance and the deepest hatred for the Mongol Empire. They fought with the Mongol warriors, and they were a little more courageous than the sect disciples.

But now there are more than 30 people in the Mongolian team, most of them still have injuries ranging from severity to severity, and they are even more sleepy and tired from the battle for several days, where is the opponent of this group of monks!

"Kill!" The monk led by the fan gave an order, and all the monks shouted and rushed towards the lonely twenty or so Mongols.

"Kill!" General Dalda also gritted his teeth and ordered, and a group of Mongolian soldiers desperately survived, bursting out with a fiercer aura than before, and rushing towards the monk as if they were dead.

"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!" The Mongol soldiers first fired a round of diffuse, but this group of monks each possessed excellent martial arts, and most of the arrows were knocked out between the flying weapons, and the casualties were very few compared to ordinary Tibetan believers.

However, there are still more than a dozen less than twenty monks who turned over and fell off their horses with arrows, not knowing whether they were dead or alive, these arrows were shot by General Dalda, Arilans, Sukhba Beast, Iled and other warriors with superb archery skills and great strength, of course, Wu Xiuwen shot two arrows at will and also gained extraordinary, but no one noticed it in the chaos.

The most eye-catching is of course the "infallible" bow strong, the projectile shot by the iron tire slingshot in his hand is faster than the sharp arrow, accurate, and faster, in a short charge, the bow is strong will shoot five or six monks off the horse, so that the monks are surprised.

Immediately after that, the two sides entered a tragic hand-to-hand encounter, and the three of Arilans, Sukhba Beast and Iled protected the side of the Batu man inch by inch, blocking all the monks who tried to get close to Batu, these three people were extremely brave, and countless monks died at their hands.

Elder Peng and Gong Qiang also wandered not far from Lord Batu's side, harvesting the monks who fell into their hands one by one, and Gong Qiang even relied on a delicate slingshot to rescue other Mongolian soldiers in danger, so he won the gratitude of many Mongolian soldiers, and even General Dorda received the grace of Gong Qiang to relieve the siege.

Elder Peng didn't use any weapons, but a pair of fleshy palms flew up, and he could always bypass the opponent's blade at a strange angle and hit the strong body of the monk, and any monk who received the power of his palm was seriously injured and lost his combat effectiveness even if he did not die. (To be continued.) )