"Otherwise, wait for the Ghost King?" Wang Chao thought for a moment and said with a little discouraged look: "How can we know what Mr. Changsun think? He is so smart."

"No hope!" Na Tuozhi spat at Wang Chao: "How can you be the right and left hand of the Ghost King like you?"

Wang Chao raised his big fist to him and said, "The Ghost King gives the order, I'll be responsible for executing it. I have the strength, and the Ghost King can't live without me!"

"It can also play your role if you change a bear." Na Duzhi sneered: "I can't wait for the Ghost King anymore. Have you seen it? The banner of the Song army is standing on that stone mountain. It's a bit far away. Have you seen it?"

"See it." Wang Chao said with his eyes narrowed.

"There are flags and banners of Mongolians around. Now the wildfires have spread far away. It will cool down here in just a few hours. I have seen this tonight, and the Mongolians can attack the mountain."

Wang Chao felt nervous and said anxiously: "The Ghost King will not come here tomorrow afternoon as soon as possible. Wouldn't that be too late?"

"That's not the case." Na Duzhi asked with a reserved smile on his lips, "Do you still remember what the Ghost King often teaches us?"

"Remember, when marching outside, you must not harass the people, plunder good people, and......"

"Stop, stop, not this, it's the sentence about combat." Nadorzhi stopped him angrily.

Wang Chao was stunned and couldn't remember for a long time.

"It is a soldier that has no constant momentum and water that has no constant shape! All responses to the situation must be based on time. Do not stick to common sense and do not follow the rules and miss the opportunity of the fight." Nadorzhi enlightened him.

Wang Chao slapped his forehead and glared: "I remembered it, what do you want to do?"

"Let's do it, fuck it!" Na Duzhi waved his hand fiercely: "Save Song Bing from the other side!"

"We?" Although Wang Chao was bold and vulgar, he was not a reckless man. He knew the importance of the matter and was shocked when he heard the sound: "It depends on more than 400 of us?"

"Soldiers are more valuable than elites, don't they often say, does the Ghost King often say? Three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu, and the response is correct. Eighty thousand soldiers of the Eastern Jin Dynasty can resist 800,000 soldiers of the Former Qin Dynasty!" Natuzhi became more and more excited and his voice grew higher: "We Shimenfan has been born in the mountains for generations. Here, we are the ones who can fight the most, what are we afraid of?"

Wang Chao's thick eyebrows were locked in one place, and he looked at the Mongolian flag flying in the wind in the opposite forest. He asked with concern: "What are you going to do? There are at least thousands of Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side."

"Build the plank road openly and cross the Chencang secretly!" Na Duozhi's face became serious, as deep as a stone: "Catch people through the sky while the night is hidden!"

He put his mouth close to Wang Chao's ear, whispered and said in detail for a while, and even spread it on the ground to play with stones to explain. Wang Chao nodded repeatedly and showed joy.

"This plan is extremely risky. If the Mongols see through it, it will be difficult for those who cross the river to come back. I came up with this idea, so I went over." After Nadorzhi finished speaking, his hands and palms hit each other: "It depends on you for the matter here!"

"I said, that's Tuozhi, you're wrong." Wang Chao raised his head, and a slightly fat face was filled with a strong sense of ruthlessness: "Do you look down on me? Crossing the river is a rough job, it's my strength. You should stay and take charge of the overall situation."

Na Duozhi shook his head, and was about to point at the stone on the ground and say something, but Wang Chao slapped the small stone on the ground and swept it away: "I'm stupid and can't remember so many things. The matter of crossing the river is simple, it's settled!"

He pointed behind him: "There are many bamboos over there. I will build bamboo rafts now. When it gets dark, I will take people across the river. Look at my signal and it will be activated when the time comes!"

Wang Chao was burly and kind, but he was the most fierce man when facing the enemy. He swung a big axe and couldn't stop him. At this time, he became serious, his face was as cold as frost, and his body was bulging like rocks, and no one dared to mess with him.

Na Duozhi had no choice but to let him go. The two of them lay by the river and watched for a while, quietly retreated, and hid in the jungle.

It was night, the breeze was as dark as ink, and the clouds in the sky became thicker. It seemed that heavy rain would fall at any time.

The forest became more and more stuffy. The high pressure and heat before the heavy rain enveloped the dense trees, turning the entire forest into a huge steamer. The Mongolian soldiers inside were like human meat steamed buns roasted on fire, so hot that they couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, it was the Han army. If it were the Mongols, they would have been used to being cool on the grasslands, but they were all from the Yellow River Basin. They were more heat-resistant than the grassland people and could barely stay there.

However, even so, the Han soldiers tossed and turned in the first half of the night and could not fall asleep. In the second half of the night, the fine raindrops began to slowly fall, the warmth gradually faded, and the temperature became lower, so people slowly fell asleep.

Zhang Rongzu and Jia Pu couldn't stop cursing, scolding the ghost weather in Sichuan. It was already autumn, but it was still so wet and hot, and it was so cold that it rained. Isn't this going to make a living torture?

God and the others couldn't do anything, so they could only curse, live up to their mouths, and check in the post. After everything was normal, the two of them went to bed by themselves.

After a busy day, people's physical fatigue will instinctively stimulate their brains - I need to rest. There was a snoring sound in the Mongolian camp. The soldiers patrolling the night took turns to patrol the Song soldiers on the mountain to prevent the Song soldiers from breaking through. However, the stone mountain was surrounded by iron barrels. Not only on the gentle slope, but also on the other three sides, Mongolian soldiers camped for camping unless the Song soldiers had wings, they would not want to escape.

The torches were held in the hands of the night patrol soldiers and wandered in the forest. The fire in the distant mountains was also slowly burning in the drizzle. The side of the fire was very bright in the dark, while the side of the backlight was like a fog falling, with light and dark alternating, which was quite eye-catching.

It was late at night, and the mountains gradually became quiet. On and down the mountains, they all returned to silence. What the people on the mountains were thinking, what the people at the mountains were thinking, whether they were really able to sleep, and their moods were different.

It is inevitable that most of the people on the mountain are awake.

After all, it is difficult to be heartbroken at all when you are in a desperate situation.

It was hard to fall asleep. Wang Kui opened his eyes and looked at the sky, letting the rain drizzle hit his face, warm and cool, just like his mother's hand on a summer night when he was a child, kind and gentle.

At this time, any small abnormal movement will alarm his sensitive nerves.

He slept on the top of the mountain, and there was a cliff on one side more than ten steps next to him.

When the sound of squeaking came from there, he thought it was a wild beast coming out at night.

Thinking again, it’s not right. This is Shitou Mountain, where did the wild beast come from?

Grasping the knife in his hand, he stood up, and when he saw it, a hazy figure had already appeared from the edge of the cliff.

"Don't panic!" Before the figure could stand firm, he spoke first: "I am from Song!"
Chapter completed!