After Na Duozhi said this, he became silent. Changsun Hong also frowned and said nothing. The remaining barbarian generals looked at the solemn expressions of the two, and they all calmed down, silently.

After thinking for a while, Changsun Hong raised his eyebrows, clicked the jade hairpin in his hand on the map, and said, "Cut those three people, each of them, cut off their left ear, cut off their right hand, and let them go. But let them take the head of the dead Mongolian back."

Nadorzhi nodded and asked, "Do you want them to bring some words back?"

Changsun Hong glanced at him and smiled, "No need. Seeing the head is enough for them to be angry, and there is no need to add fuel to the fire."

"But in this way, we became trees growing on the wind gulf, and were the first to be hit." Nadorzhi said cautiously: "The Mongols' scout cavalry have been killed so many, the people who led the troops must hate us so much that they are so angry that they will not be able to sleep if they don't get rid of us. What if they came to the brigade?"

"Run." Changsun Hong's mouth smiled, full of rogues: "If you can't win, run away. There are so many mountains here. As long as we circle around the ravine, can they still catch up with us?"

"We can't run away from them on the flat ground, but on this mountain, we Shimenfan said second, and no one dared to recognize first." Naduzhi also smiled: "The Ghost King is right."

"When the prisoners leave, we will pack up and set off immediately." Changsun Hong said seriously, "Leave some dark ghosts around and pass on the messages. If a small team of hundreds of people comes, we will return and eat him in one bite. If there are many people coming, we will continue to walk into the mountains. They chase after us, and we will bite their meat on the road. If there are no pursuit, we will wait for them to leave and go out to hunt their rangers."

The sky is clear and blue, and the golden sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves in the forest, mottled and gorgeous. However, Changsun Hong, who is hidden in the shadow of the trees, is full of conspiracy and treacherous appearance, and even his usually sunny smile reveals a sinister meaning.

The faces of the barbarian generals were twitching slightly. This was the first time they saw the Ghost King like this. The soldiers were never tired of cheating. It seemed that they were not very shameless in fighting.

But who made me fewer people? I don’t have any horses, and I don’t seem to think of a better way except to fight like this.

"It is our purpose to drag the Mongolian soldiers to the fat, and to drag the thin ones to death, and kill them in the movement." Changsun Hong continued his shamelessness and paddled the jade hairpin on the map: "Train them here and delay their pace of going south. When they retreat, they will take the territories we want first. In this way, if we make contributions to retreating to the enemy, we can naturally make requests to the Song Dynasty."

The barbarians were a little confused. They understood the previous ones, but the next few words were a little confused.

Na Duzhi, a young man with a flexible mind and unable to help but speak, asked the first question: "Ghost King, will the Mongols retreat? They can't catch us up. Wouldn't they go to Gongzhou directly without caring about it? Although we killed their people, we didn't have to get rid of us before heading south."

This question asked everyone what everyone thought. It is true that the Ghost King Changsun is very capable. He is both civil and military, and has many wisdoms. He won the Dali of the century-old country while talking and laughing. He said that he was a great man in his life, without exaggeration.

But no matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to predict the future. The Mongols went south and north over the years, and they did not retreat after eating enough and robbing them, so how could they give up halfway? The 800,000 army was in a mighty manner, and it was obvious that they would not stop until they set off the Kuimen gate and opened up the passage from Huguang. How could they encounter more than 2,000 barbarian soldiers in Shimenfan and go home?

Storytellers dare not say that.

Everyone looked at Changsun Hong and wanted to hear how he explained.

Changsun Hong smiled with a mysterious tooth and said a few words meaningfully: "The mountain people have their own tricks. You can wait. In less than a month, the Mongolians will retreat."

Everyone fell down.

Mr. Changsun is worthy of being the King of Ghosts, and he is unpredictable when talking about nonsense.

However, the trust in Changsun Hong is like the roots of an old tree, which has grown in the hearts of the barbarians, and it can't be cut by the knife. He said this, and there must be a reason for it, but everyone's vision is not as broad as he is, and he can't understand it for a while.

The three prisoners cried and shouted that their parents had their ears cut off, their right hands were chopped off, and each gave a horse and put them back.

Wu Liexu's head was tied to the neck of one of the horses, and he was swaying bloodily.

When the prisoners left, the entire Shimenfan army started to move and cleaned up. In a short while, more than three thousand people disappeared from the woods.

The next morning, the brigade of Mongolian cavalry came.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves was like the thunder rushing in the sky. After a while, thousands of Mongolian soldiers came one after another. They were as vast as the tides, as majestic as dragons and horses, with flags waving and soldiers and armors like snow.

A pioneer knight was quick and found nine naked corpses in the wilderness that were pecked by wild birds. He immediately ran over and dismounted and signaled to the latecomers loudly.

"It's this?" Qianhu Zhuolmahan pulled his horse on the ridge of the earth-sloping hill where Changsun Hong had stopped a few days ago, and looked around.

Zhang Rongzu, a thousand-household Han army, followed him, looked around and said confidently: "It's this place."

The nine corpses were wrapped in linen by a group of Han soldiers and placed on horseback.

"It's really abominable! How dare you insult the warriors of our Great Mongolian country like this!" Zhuolmahan was furious, his face flushed red with bloodshots covering his eyes, and he kept waving his fists as big as a sandbag: "Are these southerners worthy of doing dirty things that are worse than these pigs and dogs? I want to dig them out and crush their bones and ashes!"

Zhang Rongzu raised his eyes to the dense forest in the distance, gave a few instructions behind him, and immediately a large group of Han soldiers dismounted, pulled out their weapons, and broke into the forest.

"Don't worry, sir. According to the soldiers who fled back, there are not many Song soldiers hiding here. We will destroy them now and avenge the fallen warriors." Zhang Rongzu said kindly to Zhuoermahan: "Use their lives to comfort the warriors' spirits in heaven."

Zhuoermahan clenched his teeth and said hatefully: "No wonder several teams of the Red Army in the past two days have lost their news. It turned out that they were plotted by the Song army here. They were all our elites. They did not die on the battlefield of gunfire and arrow rain, but died at the hands of a slut. It was really hateful!"

He stared at the vast jungle, his eyes dripping blood, and shouted: "Drill all the Song soldiers inside and burn all the forest for me, so that they can't be allowed to be the place where Song soldiers hide!"

Zhang Rongzu nodded repeatedly and said yes, but his face was as stiff as iron, and he thought to himself: Those Song soldiers must have run away long ago, and it would be useless to burn the forest.

Sure enough, as he expected, the Han soldiers who rushed into the forest got nothing and got out again, and they were in a hurry and counted the number of people, but there were much fewer ones.

Zhang Rongzu was shocked and asked after he found out that there were no traces of Song soldiers in the forest, but there were many pits and traps, such as bamboo sticks, trips and ropes, and hidden arrows. Many Han soldiers were caught and died inside.

Zhuoermahan left rampantly, jumped off his horse himself, lit a torch and began to burn the forest.

The raging flames soared into the sky, just like the anger in his heart, it was out of control.
Chapter completed!