After walking out the door, he took a few deep breaths of the bloody air, Changsun Hong felt much more comfortable.

Kowloon Angde was guarding the door. When he saw him coming out, he bowed and said, "I sent a few teams of people and spread them from all directions. I don't know which direction they are going, and it's very difficult to chase them."

"No matter where he goes, just block the entrance to the east and north. Don't let him meet with the Mongolian brigade and force him to escape in the opposite direction." Changsun Hong looked at the thick smoke from the fire in the city and said slowly: "It is natural to catch it, but if you can't catch it, you must worry the Mongolians. A grandson of Temujin disappeared, enough to drink a pot of Tahai."

"I'll make arrangements!" Kowloon Ande nodded and walked away quickly.

Changsun Hong called two more barbarian soldiers and asked them to tie up Yao Shu in the courtyard and take good care of him. Don't kill him or let him commit suicide. This person will be of great use in the future.

Na Duozhi came from a distance, covered in blood, greeted Jiulong Ande who had left, quickly walked to Changsun Hong, and bowed to ask for instructions: "Ghost King, the city has been cleaned up, and a total of 345 Northern Liberation people were killed, and there was no living ritual. What should I do next? Please tell me the Ghost King."

Changsun Hongzheng was angry at the regret of Kublai Khan's escape. After hearing this, he thought for a while and said, "Cut off his head and build Jingguan outside the south gate. The body is hung on the city wall. It is necessary for people several miles away to see it. Anyway, you can do whatever makes the Mongols disgusted and angry."

"We'll leave when we're done," he raised his legs and walked towards the street, saying as he walked: "There will soon be a large group of Mongolians coming here. We can't defend this city, and we have to go into the mountains and take away all the food in the city's treasury. If we can't take it away, we will burn it."

Naduzhi nodded and echoed: "Yes, I can't stay and get the Mongols!"

...

The eldest son of Temujin, who was longing for the night, was currently trekking in a forest ten miles outside the city.

He was covered in mud, and he seemed to have rolled a dozen times in the mud pond. One of the boots on his feet fell off. When he disappeared, Urian Hatai gave him his boots.

"I've been used to playing barefoot since I was a child, so it's okay if I don't wear boots," Urian Hatai explained.

Kublai Khan did not refuse. He understood that his life was much more precious than these subordinates.

There were only fifteen followers and guards who followed him, and the rest were all separated on the way to escape.

But these fifteen people are all loyal elites. Even though they are in a down-and-out manner, no one complains. They follow Kublai Khan in a quiet voice, ready to contribute their lives at any time as long as they need it.

The weather has cleared up, the drizzle has stopped, the clouds in the sky have become thin and transparent, and the sun has shined down, bringing a warm temperature.

The air is particularly clear, the unique smell of grass and trees in the forest is intoxicating, the buds and wild flowers blooming after the rain are colorful, and nature carries the rain and dew and returns to new vitality.

The fleeing people had no time to appreciate these. Kublai Khan and others ran for ten miles in one breath and ran into the woods before they breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking back, you can still see a few black smoke rushing into the sky from above the forest. Under the black smoke, of course, the Lingjing Superintendent who just escaped.

"Be careful!" Someone whispered: "Someone is chasing me!"

Everyone immediately lowered their bodies and lay on the wet mud, allowing the shrubs to cover their bodies.

Outside the forest, a team of Song soldiers riding horses hurried past. Someone approached and looked into the forest immediately. He saw nothing and whistled away again.

"Go away quickly, they are over, they will come back later. We will walk along this mountain, and they will not find us." Urian Hatai looked at the direction of the sun and whispered to everyone.

Everyone stood up and bent over and ran in the forest.

"Master Yao really didn't follow?" Kublai Khan asked unwillingly as he walked: "Who has seen what's going on?"

Urian Hatai walked beside him, his eyes kept looking around and looking around with vigilant. He heard his question, his expression dimmed and he replied dejectedly: "When he left the city, someone saw Yao Shi stop halfway in the city and turn into another street. He also sent a message saying that he would stay, and in the name of His Highness, he would stick to a house and buy time for us to leave."

Kublai Khan was shocked and turned around. His hair was soaked by rain and sweat. He was stuck to his scalp one by one. His face was covered with mud. He had an earring torn off for some reason. His earlobes were bleeding and looked embarrassed and down. There was no such nobleness as a Mongolian prince.

But his eyes were still clear and deep, and his face turned a little red due to excitement. He grabbed Urian Hatai's shoulder and sternly said: "Master Yao stayed in the city without authorization in order to cover us? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Urian Hatai was caught by him and bent down, and roared in a low voice: "Your Highness, Master Yao did this to make you safe. If you told Your Highness earlier, Your Highness would definitely go back to save him. What is the significance of Master Yao's sacrifice?"

Kublai Khan suddenly used force in his hand, and grabbed the steel chain mail of Urian Hatai crackling sound. Urian Hatai endured the pain and continued: "We are ministers, for your highness, we have already put life and death aside. Even if Master Yao doesn't do this, I will do this! Your Highness must not let down Master Yao's efforts. If Your Highness is determined to avenge him, lead the troops as soon as possible and kill them back and cut down the Song soldiers!"

Urian Hatai spoke sincerely and simply, but Kublai Khan's eyes were broken. He pursed his lips and looked at Urian Hatai's eyes. He didn't speak for a while, his eyes were both sad and angry.

"Your Highness... go back first!" Urian Hatai said sadly: "You are the grandson of Genghis Khan, a noble nobleman, a person protected by immortality, and cannot die here!"

Kublai Khan silently let go, shook his head, smiled bitterly, turned around, but found that everyone was looking at him quietly.

"Your Highness, we are all willing to die for you. Please lead us and kill us again in the future and occupy the land of Song State! Avenge our revenge on Yao!" Urian Hatai growled behind him.

"Avenge! Revenge!" Everyone raised the weapons in their hands and roared in unison.

Kublai Khan still didn't say anything, but just swept everyone's face one by one, and finally froze on Urian Hatai's face.

"Those black-armored soldiers...what are they shouting when they are fighting, have you heard clearly?" Kublai Khan asked with a sharp light radiating in his eyes.

"I shouted: Shimenfan is invincible." Urian Hatai said, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly realized: "It's the Dali soldier!"

"Marblemen!" Kublai Khan punched a tree beside him, shaking the leaves all over the sky: "Song State recruited Dali soldiers! I am irreconcilable with him!"

"I will not die here. I want to go back, ask the Khan for troops, go south personally, and according to Yao Shishi's plan, slaughter Dali first! Destroy the Shimenfan and kill them completely!" Kublai Khan looked at the sky fiercely in the boundless fallen leaves, raised his head and roared, his expression like a lion who lost his father, full of hostility.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!