The Mongolians actually admire those who are unretreated.

For such people, their habit of expressing admiration is to cut off the other party's head, insert it on the spear, and erect it on the highest point in the battlefield so that everyone can see it.

Look, your bravest man died under our sword, so what else do you resist?

The heads of the Song Wude, General Zuo Xiaoqi and Meizhou Defense Envoy Cao Youwen and his younger brother, the prefect of Qingzhou Cao Youwan, were cut off and inserted into the city tower of Yangping Pass.

His head still glared at him. Although he was no longer angry, his aura was still alive and could still be seen by everyone.

It was drizzling up and down the blood, dripping down the spear, flowing to the city tower, and then dripping along the gap between the bricks of the city tower onto the armor of the Mongolian warriors whizzing down the city tower.

The battle flags of the Song army fell among the mud and water, and together with the soldiers who held them on their usual occasions, they lay down and mixed together. The bloody and incomplete corpses were inserted with countless arrows and guns, and the ground was abandoned. Occasionally, there were surviving wounded horses wandering among them. The corpse of the master was guarding his master's neighing and refused to leave for a long time.

On the wall, there were extremely powerful crossbows burning violently in the rain. The raindrops fell on the flames, making crackling sounds, and the seriously injured and undead moaned softly, but no one paid attention to it.

The walls of the walls that have stood here since the Qin, Han and Three Kingdoms seemed to have been dug by giants. The pits were as bumpy as acne on the faces of a boy over ten years old. There was almost no flat place. The stones wrapped in the outer layer of many places were smashed off, revealing the rammed earth inside.

A row of captured Song troops were tied into a row by ropes and knelt in front of the pass that became extremely muddy due to the rain. Teams of Mongolian cavalry rushed past them, with iron hooves and sewage and blood splashing everywhere. The cavalry team stretched for several miles, without a glance.

The bodies that died in battle were piled up inside and outside the Guan Building, almost blocking the road. Blood gathered on the yellow soil into streams. The meat foam mixed with the strong blood, which was sticky and disgusting.

More than a dozen Mongolian soldiers chopped the heads of prisoners of war one by one with expressionless faces. The axe that was "brushed" fell, and a Song soldier's head fell to the ground. With a "bang", it was like a stone falling to the ground. It was like the numb hearts of prisoners of war with their heads lowered to the bottom and lost hope of survival.

Wang Shixian, the vanguard of the Mongolian Western Route Army, narrowed his eyes and rode on the war horse. He looked at Guanlou with two spears standing high, wiped the rain on his face, and asked his left and right: "I heard that this Song general is still a civil servant?"

Immediately someone replied: "Yes, it was the prefect of Mianzhou, Song State. He was recently promoted to Meizhou Defense Envoy. Under their Sichuan Commander's Inspector, he was considered the first general."

"The civil servants are so fierce, they are really a man! The southern people are weak, they value literature and suppress martial arts, and it is rare to be able to produce such a general." Wang Shixian frowned and looked at the Mongolian soldiers who were throwing the bodies piled on the road on both sides, shook his head: "How many people do they have in total, five thousand or ten thousand?"

"About seven thousand people." One subordinate said: "Except for the hundreds of prisoners, the rest were all killed in battle."

General Da Hai was chopped on his face, and after applying the medicine, he wrapped it casually in cloth. Blood marks came out of the cloth, making him look ferocious and fierce. He heard the sound and said to Wang Shixian: "Such a few people can still last for so long under the wheel battle of more than 100,000 people in our army. He is a fierce general. Moreover, the Song soldiers are all cloth armor. When they are rained, they are even heavier than iron armor when they fight. They can't run away, but they can still kill me countless soldiers. Others say that the Song State is rich and the army is weak, but today it seems that this is not the case."

"This is not necessarily the case. Since we went south, we were in a state of power. When we met the city and defeated the army, where would we have a general to fight?" Wang Shixian could see through and stroked the mane of the horse under his seat and said leisurely: "This person can fight and dare to fight, but his head was still chopped off by my son. So what if there are a few more? My Mongolian horseback horse hooves are everywhere, and I am invincible. What's the point of being one or two with backbone southerners?"

The left and right then smiled unrestrainedly, waved swords and guns, and screamed in the rain.

The passing cavalry recognized Shangguan here and danced weapons on horseback, just like wild animals passing by, howling ghosts and wolves.

"Sir, what should I do if I catch thousands of people in and outside the city?" A sidelined general urged his horse to come over and asked with his fists.

"As usual, I cut it off." Wang Shixian replied briefly, with an indifferent expression and no blinking his eyelids.

"Yes." The general was about to urge the horse to leave, but Wang Shixian called back with the word "slow".

"Push this Guancheng and flatten it." He looked at the Yangpingguan wall, which seemed particularly dilapidated due to the wars for several days, and said coldly: "Pile the bodies of the Song people on both sides, and don't leave a living person. There must be someone pretending to be dead in the pile of corpses. Find them out and cut them alive."

The general agreed again and urged the horse to leave.

Dahai came up and said with a grim smile: "Sir, spies are here to report that we have slaughtered the city and killed countless people. The guards of the Sword Pavilion in Song State were scared out of fear. They had abandoned their troops and fled last night. Now the Sword Pavilion is empty. Why not lead a light cavalry to knock on the gate first and open the way for the army."

"Oh? Escape from the gate?" Wang Shixian showed a smile on his cold face: "It seems that there is really no one in Song State."

Dahai licked the blood on his face with his tongue and became excited: "Sir, once you pass Jiange, there is no natural danger. Kill all the way to the Chengdu Prefecture of Song. I heard that Chengdu Prefecture is the country of Tianfu, with countless money and silver! There are many people and abundant treasurys. We have worked hard for so long, so we can find a good place to wash and plunder!"

Wang Shixian smiled even more. He closed his eyes and looked up at the sky and took a deep breath of the air containing the smell of blood. When he opened his eyes, he was already full of violence.

He slammed the reins, his mount neighed for a long time, and the man stood up. Wang Shixian pointed at the horse whip and shouted loudly: "Okay! The army speeded up and marched towards Chengdu Prefecture! Dahai was the vanguard, and went out of Jiange to open the way for the army!"

Dahai raised his bear-like body, shook the water on his head in the rain, and whispered: "The last general will take the order!"

Around the two, countless cavalrymen were galloping, and their horses were trampling on the ground in the rain and muddy, shaking like thunder.

Among the Song army prisoners who were waiting to die in line, a young and childish soldier raised his head and looked to the south with his swollen eyes.

"Mom..." He murmured to himself, his hands were tied tightly, and his body was tied up so hard that he could not raise his head as high as usual, so he could only raise it a little.

But he still tried hard to hold on.

"The child is unfilial..." he murmured, tears flowing down.

"Don't cry!" A Song soldier beside him shouted: "If you die, die, what are you afraid of! Cao Gong is dead, what are you afraid of!"

The young soldier lowered his head silently, wondering whether he was still crying or not.

Amid the heavy footsteps, the Mongolian soldiers stood behind him with bloody axes.

Blood flashed, and the heaven and earth returned to darkness.

The head in the blood flower flew out far away and whirled to the ground.

The childish face, which was still young, was tightly closed.

The rain is still falling, like crying and singing.
Chapter completed!