"Hehe, the terrain here is so complicated, it's not surprising that they lost it at all." Kowloon Lang Ruo smiled sinisterly, and he was so cunning that he was originally a cheerful man from the Man family, and he looked very strange: "If they were to turn around in the mountains for a while, they would be exhausted and just clean up."

Looking at his smile, Na Duozhi couldn't help but shiver and complained: "Jiulong, tell me, you haven't learned anything else with the Ghost King. This silly smile was learned vividly, but his face was not as beautiful as Mr. Changsun. He looked furious when he smiled."

Kowloon Langruo stopped doing it and shouted, "Why are you so scared? No wonder the girls ignored me recently when they went back to the village. Did you say bad things about me behind your back?"

"Your face is spared." Na Duzhi smashed his mouth: "I don't have that time."

Both of them are young barbarians who do things happily, but after all, they still have the inherent temperament of young people, who are lively and active, like to bicker when there is no one, and make a few jokes with each other, and enjoy it.

But after a few words, the barbarians came over and reported to the two: "Two generals, the Mongols are following!"

The two were overjoyed when they heard the sound, and immediately threw away the bickering incident, jumped up and stood on a high place, looking back at the distance.

They were on the hillside halfway up a small hill. From here, they could see that they could see a few miles away in the valley. A group of people were walking in a hurry. Judging from the banner, it should be a team of Mongolian Red Army.

The two stood high and saw far, but there was no shelter around them. They stood protruding on the rocks, and others could see them from afar.

Immediately, a wave of vulgar Chinese yells burst out from the valley, as if cursing.

Nadorzhi listened and turned around and said, "The wind is strong, I can't hear it clearly. It seems that he wants to peel our skin."

"These two days have made them so badly that they should be angry." Kyusung Langruo urged him: "Let's go, move faster, lead them over, and the Ghost King is anxious."

After saying that, he turned around and left without any intention of waiting.

"You said just now that you have to wait until they are exhausted before you can do things. Why has it changed in this time?" Na Duzhi smiled and chased after him, laughing and making jokes.

Hundreds of barbarian soldiers emerged from the dense forest on the hillside, followed the two of them and quickly touched the foot of the mountain.

These people seemed to have no intention of hiding, and just ran openly on the hillside, fearing that the Mongolian soldiers behind them would not be able to see them.

The Mongol Red Army Baihu who was chasing me was a semen. For several days, the Song army who had been chasing these group of swindlers who had been wandering in the valley for five or six days.

He was very angry.

I have never encountered such a thing before. If the other party doesn't fight you, he will play hide-and-seek with you, seduce you into the mountain, and then hang you from afar. If you chase him, you will run faster than you, but you can't ride a horse in the mountains. Song Bing ran very fast, and he was walking on the flat ground in the mountains, jumping and jumping up the slope.

The Mongolians have to climb up for a long time. When they climb up, they have already reached another slope and are still laughing at you from afar. They will make your lungs irritate. How can they chase after this?

The Song army still won't let you calm down. If you are tired of chasing, stop to rest, then he will turn back. If it is the noise of beating drums and drums at night, or if it is the daytime, you will stand up and throw stones at you, you will be annoyed, stand up and chase, and he will run again.

If he ignores him, he will set fire when the wind is on the wind. There are trees in the mountains, and you can catch a slightest bit. The smoke will blow over you.

Just like a naughty child, he tried his best to force you to play with him, but he couldn't do it if he didn't want to play.

This hundred household had been tortured by this and his eyes turned black. He had heavy bags hanging under his nose. With his strong figure, he looked like a panda.

Today he made up his mind. The Song soldiers seemed to have been a little lazy. They probably ran for so many days and were tired. They didn't run so fast. They were just a good time to catch up and get rid of it.

He ordered his Red Army soldiers to speed up and chase after them before dark, kill Song Bing, and end this inexplicable war.

Things were going well, and the shadow of Song Bing in front became clearer and clearer. The distance between the turns of several hills was getting closer and closer.

Finally, when I walked around a mountain pass, my eyes suddenly became clear. A quiet valley flat land appeared in front of me. There was a flat area of ​​more than ten acres of land in the valley, with soft soil and some seedlings growing on it, probably the cultivated land reclaimed by nearby mountain villages.

The group of Song soldiers stood in the deepest part of the flat ground, lined up in a horizontal row, held a large shield, and set up a simple long snake formation.

The hundreds of households breathed a sigh of relief and it would be easier if they didn't run away.

To be honest, he was already very tired of chasing him.

"Don't get close, draw your bow, stand and shoot for a round." The Baihu has rich experience in the battle. He did not act rashly like a rippling edge, but instead emphasized the smallest price for the greatest result: "Ten people climbed up each hillside on both sides, surrounded them on the top, and used bows and arrows to kill the Song army."

The Red Army responded quickly, and immediately someone came out and ran up the hillside.

There were about 300 people opposite. Although there were only 100 households in his own households, the households had no intention of being afraid at all, or rather, he had not taken these hundreds of Song soldiers seriously.

Behind them, there was a large group of Mongolian soldiers searching for these Song soldiers in this mountain. Baihu did not want them to steal the credit. He took the heads of these hateful Song soldiers, and it was another exclusive military merit in front of the Qianhu.

He pulled out his weapon, a thick long sword with a long handle, which was a bit long, and could be held with both hands, and could be fought on horseback and stomping. There were still many dark black blood stains left in the blood trough.

He used this knife to kill from the grassland to the Central Plains. He had experienced many battles, but there were no one thousand people who died under the knife, and there were five hundred people. Today, he would definitely add a few dead souls under the knife.

At this moment, a burst of angrily shouts and screams erupted from the hillsides on both sides.

The Red Army soldiers who had just run up turned into rolling gourds one by one and rolled down the hillside.

A group of armored soldiers covered in iron armor and with ghost-faced iron covers exposed their heads from the hillside.

The armored soldiers were wrapped in iron armor, and the iron armor was tightly clenched. The iron armor was very unique. The black painted surface and the whole piece of armored leaves looked like people wrapped in iron. They were holding long swords of the same color in their hands. The long sword body had a longer hilt and the steps were neat. The fingers of the long sword slowly pressed down like a mountain of swords.

"There is an ambush!" Baihu's mind had just come up with this idea, and he heard his own soldiers screaming behind him.

"There are Song Bings behind!"

He turned around sharply and looked back. A row of iron armored soldiers with ghost faces protected him like a thick iron wall, blocking the way he came.

The long sword like the forest grows on the iron wall.

Cold sweat suddenly appeared on the back of Baihu.

"Ignore the Song soldiers behind and on both sides, rush to the front, defeat them, and then carry the mountain to form a formation!" Baihu responded slowly and made the right choice in the shortest time.

The Mongolian saying he spoke was facing him, Natuzhi and Kowloon Langruo could not understand.

But they could understand, and the Mongolian soldiers yelled wildly and rushed over, which made them understand what the Baihu were yelling.

"This Tartar is very powerful." Kowloon Langruo said in surprise: "Being calm in the face of danger and knowing that impacting us is the only way to break the formation."

"Don't praise the Tartars." Nadorzhi stood behind a shield and pinched the knife in his hand: "Be careful, don't be bitten by the rabbit."

Jiulong Langruo smiled grimly, and did not speak, but just weighed the handle of the knife.

Mongolian soldiers ran and shot arrows, and the sound of "Kuku" arrows shooting on the shield surface was as dense as rain hitting banana leaves. The barbarian soldiers lowered their heads and hid behind the shields, unable to even raise their heads.

The Mongolian soldiers who were running abandoned their bows and drew their swords and took their axes, and turned from archers to powerful infantrymen, and rushed to the Song soldier shield formation, which looked a bit like a hedgehog because they were inserted into the arrow shaft.

Then, they fell into the pit.

In front of the Song Bing shield wall, there was a deep digging trench, with sharp bamboo sticks underneath.

The top is covered with a layer of turf, which falls down and cannot climb out if you step on it.

At the entrance of the valley, Nine Dragon Ande held up his sword and led the ghost soldiers, calmly approaching the Mongolians who were still in a hurry.

On the high ground on one hillside, Changsun Hong leisurely peeled a wild fruit picked from nearby trees, threw it into his mouth, and then frowned and made it unpalatable.

“So sour!”
Chapter completed!