A burst of Mongolian scolding came from far away. After several Shimen soldiers pushed and rubbed, Wu Liexu and five other Mongolian soldiers, who were bare-armed and stripped of only half of their trousers were escorted over.

"You dare to treat Mongolian warriors like this, the Great Mongolian Kingdom will not spare you!" Perhaps it felt that the Mongolian curse had no effect on these Song soldiers. Wu Liexu changed to a less skillful Chinese and shouted loudly, but the Shimenfan barbarians following him were still smiling and not annoyed at all, but the force of pushing and rubbing was a little more powerful.

Wu Liexu was tied up by a rope, and only his feet could move. He was pushed hard and fell to the ground with one mouth chewing mud. He lay on the ground and cursed for a long time before someone pinched the back of his neck from behind and lifted up.

"This Mongolian soldier has a very bad temper." Naduzhi, who was holding the back of Wu Liexu's neck, smiled and said, "Maybe he hasn't eaten enough of the pain."

Wu Liexu was lifted like a chicken and couldn't help but be furious. He was so tired that his body was tied up and could not fight back. So he turned his head and opened his mouth to bite him.

Natuzhi did not move his feet, and his right hand hit Wu Liexu's stomach with a hook, which immediately curled up like a shrimp.

The remaining four Mongolian soldiers were much more honest, and their eyes were shining and they were kneeling on the ground, secretly aiming at everyone with their own eyes.

Putting aside the groaning Wu Liexu, he ignored it, Changsun Hong looked at the four kneeling people with interest, looked at them for a while, and suddenly asked: "You look different from him, are you also Han people?"

The four kneeling people looked at each other, and one of them replied, "What the wise man said is that we are all Han people."

The barbarians present changed their faces together. This guy turned out to be a Han man.

"That is, the Han people, why did they join the Mongolian army?" Changsun Hong asked again: "Mongolian soldiers went south and either killed or captured the Han people. Why did you sell yourself to the enemy?"

The man replied, "We are from the northern Han people. We have grown up in the north since we were young. The Liao Kingdom was first and Jin Kingdom later. I don't know that the Song Dynasty has been long. When the Mongolian army destroyed the Jin Kingdom, we naturally became the people of the Mongolian Kingdom. The Mongolians recruited and expanded their troops. We had no choice but to join and became the Red Army. This lord, I hope that our subordinates will show mercy, because we are all in the same lineage of Han blood, and we will save the young people's lives."

"fart!"

The Shimen Fan Barbarians were immediately in anger, and everyone jumped up in anger.

"As a Han people, how can they help the King to do evil and help foreign vassals with their own roots?"

"When I met you yesterday, you can follow the Mongolians and kill and indulge in a lot of indulgence!"

"Slay it, what are you keeping this bird man?!"

The Han soldiers looked at these ferocious barbarians with fear, their bodies shrank a little, lowering their heads and dared not look up.

Changsun Hong pondered for a moment, waved his hand to calm everyone down.

He looked at the Han soldiers calmly, then looked at Wu Liexu who was kicked by Natuzhi and vomited blood on the ground. He pointed at him and asked, "Is this man a Mongol?"

"Yes, yes, he is the card head, and the Red Army card head can only be the Mongolian soldiers." The Han soldiers who answered just now said hurriedly. He could see that this young general sitting alone in the upper position was the head of the group of Song soldiers.

Changsun Hong then said to Naduzhi with a blank expression: "You heard that he is a Mongolian."

Na Duozhi was stunned for a moment, and the next second he showed a fierce look. He paused his head and took out the knife at his waist.

Wu Liexu was curled up and felt uncomfortable. He suddenly grabbed his hair by Naduzhi and raised his head like a chicken.

In front of the four Han soldiers, Natuzhi wiped his neck.

Blood spurted out, splashing four Han soldiers on their faces.

The thunderous cheers sounded, and the barbarians slapped each other and celebrated with excitement.

The four Han soldiers were shocked and their bodies were trembling.

"Do you imagine him like this?" Changsun Hong leaned forward and leaned over and said, "If you die, you will be completely destroyed."

Three of the four Han soldiers shook their heads desperately, and the remaining one changed his expression and didn't know what they were thinking.

Changsun Hong saw it and whispered to Natuzhi.

Na Duozhi walked over with a grin, grabbed the Han soldier's hair and made the same move.

This way of death is very cruel, especially when people are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are so scared of the remaining three Han soldiers who are kneeling in a short distance.

No matter how fierce you are in normal times, at this time, it is inevitable that you will expose the instinctive cowardice in human nature.

The three of them had their last psychological defenses destroyed, and they cried out almost at the same time, choking and begging.

"Big, sir, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

However, the barbarians looked contempt and grinned and started to laugh.

"If you want to live, I will ask you one question, and you will answer one." Changsun Hong took out two pieces of paper and quickly wrote a few words on the paper, and distributed them to Naduzhi and Kyulong Langruo: "I will ask you separately. If your answers are inconsistent, your fate will be the same as your companions."

The dead man's body was still lying beside him. Not far away, Wu Liexu's head was still staring at his eyes and dying with his eyes open. The three Han soldiers were trembling all over, and they agreed without any trace.

"Yes, yes, yes, the small ones must speak without saying anything, and they will speak without saying anything."

So the three of them were taken away separately, and Naduzhi and others interrogated them separately. The barbarians were fierce and used knives to threaten them at any time. The three Han soldiers were like scared children, almost crying and talking.

Changsun Hong sat alone in the original place, staring at a golden map spread in front of him, and was stunned. He was playing with a jade hairpin in his palm. This was the spoils collected from Wu Liexu, probably what this Mongolian army snatched from where.

The jade hairpin is well-made, and the hairpin head is a vivid phoenix. It is a magical sword, and the overall transparent and green color is obvious. It should be all the things of a wealthy family.

If you look closely, you will find that there are still dark red blood stains remaining between the gaps of the phoenix.

Changsun Hong's eyes patrolled the map. The dots representing the city and the lines of different colors representing mountains, rivers and rivers have been engraved in his mind, and as his gaze moves, it constantly coincides with the graphics on the map.

No one disturbed his thinking, and the barbarians tactfully reduced the tone of their speech. They have been following Changsun Hong since the Shimenfan era. Everyone knows that when Mr. Changsun thinks about things, they are not allowed to harass others.

Time passed, and about a stick of incense was passed. Na Duozhi and others came back, and the Han soldiers were locked elsewhere.

"All of them have been recruited, the Ghost King." Na Duozhi walked to Changsun Hong and whispered: "The three of them are consistent in their words and can be trusted."

Changsun Hong opened his eyes wide and clicked on the map: "Tell me and see."

Natuzhi squatted down and gestured on the map with his fingers: "The Mongolians are known as 800,000, but in fact they are only 120,000. Among them, more than 10,000 are the teams formed by the Mongolian Qiexue Army and the Red Army's Probing Horses. The rest are all Turkic people, Asuren and Huashuzimomen. They occupy nearly 40,000 people, and more than 70,000 Han and Southern Army, forming three groups, advancing parallel from north to south."

"According to the three prisoners, the chief capital Marshal Ta Hai took his team to stay in Chengdu, and was plundering everywhere and accumulating food and grass. The vanguard officer Wang Shixian, the Grand Marshal of the Conquest, led the minion army, the Han army and the Southern Army, and set out first, traveling along Jianzhou and Suizhou, intending to meet under Gongzhou City and enter Kuizhou together."

He looked grim, staring at the dot representing Gongzhou Prefecture on the map, and said in a deep voice: "Every route, there are more than 30,000 soldiers, several times ours."
Chapter completed!