For the eagle on the horse's back - the Great Mongolian Kingdom, people from other ethnic groups cannot be called humans.

They are just gifts given to the Great Mongolian Kingdom by immortality, slaves, cattle and sheep, and animals responsible for producing materials for the people of the Great Mongolian Kingdom and giving them breathable animals that they desire.

The lives of these people are lowly and cannot be equated with a strong horse or a milk-producing cow.

To apply the famous saying of the great Genghis Khan: "The happiest thing for men should be to chase your enemies, invade their land, plunder their wealth, and then listen to the crying of their wives and children."

Under the guidance of such ideas, the Great Mongolian Kingdom was in a mess everywhere.

The population was slaughtered, the city was destroyed, civilization was destroyed, and the earth was devastated.

And they still enjoy it and feel that there is nothing wrong with what they do.

The strong are kings, and the strong are prey on the weak. Isn’t this the world like this?

In the competition, the surviving people are worthy of taking charge of the entire earth. This is God's meaning and an ever-changing truth.

Therefore, the cavalry team galloping in Zitong was justified in sabotage.

The head of this team was a Semi-man named Seedanchi, a Turkic man. He was originally a prisoner of war during the Mongolian expedition. He surrendered under the rainy bow and arrow of the Mongolian cavalry. He fought to his death and made contributions to the Mongolian army. He made contributions in the alien war that fought for freedom and survival like him before, and was pardoned and became a Red Army.

He followed the Mongolian army southward to enter Sichuan. After Kuo went to battle and died, the large army returned north, but he stayed.

After years of battle, countless scars were left on this man like a tower. His body was not as good as before. Seidianchi didn't want to fight his life in the cold north anymore. He thought the south was very good, at least in Sichuan, it was very good.

So he pleased Nai Rentai, presented treasures and women, and got the opportunity to come out to hunt grass valley.

Mongolia is a customary practice that the plundering income belongs to oneself, which belongs to private wealth and can be protected by the Khan. This is a source of Mongolia's stimulation of soldiers' battles. When fighting with tribes, it is a principle to use the place where the winner's horse can run to within one day as the boundary.

Among the nearly 500 people in the Red Belt of Saidian, there were no Mongolians, and there were two hundred Red Army soldiers, and the rest were Han people.

The heads of these Han people were called Nan Yongzhong, formerly governed by the Longqing Prefecture of the Song Dynasty. They surrendered when Mongolia attacked Sichuan five years ago. He led the remaining 300 people to go out with Saidianchi.

The Red Army was inferior to Mongolian soldiers, but in front of the Han army, they could walk with their heads raised.

So this time, although Nan Yongzhong came out, although there were many people and powerful people, he was doing chores and hard work. He had his own things, but he did not have his own benefits.

For example, this time, I heard that a group of Song people who were running away from nearby villages were running up the mountain. Seidianchi ordered Nan Yongzhong to rush to chase after him without hesitation, but he slowly rode behind with several carts of wealth and hundreds of stolen people.

Nan Yongzhong was so angry that he had no choice but to do anything. When he came out, Nai Rentai explained clearly: Everything is up to Saidianchi, and he must not disobey!

Nan Yongzhong led more than 200 subordinates to chase after him, galloped among the hills, bypassing one low mountain bag after another, and finally found a large number of footprints near the mountains.

A scout who had dismounted and checked came to report the message: "General, his footprints are very messy, both big and small. It seems that there are at least a thousand people. It should be a large team, and there are ruts, three minutes into the ground, and there are heavy objects on the car."

When Nan Yongzhong heard this, he became excited. He was afraid of going out to sweep the autumn wind when he came out to fight the grass valley and sweep the autumn wind. He had been wandering outside for two or three days. He saw that he was getting closer and closer to the Chengdu area where the Song Dynasty defended heavily, but he had few gains. If he continued like this, in order to get considerable property and population, he had to continue walking south. If he went south too deep, the chance of meeting the Song army brigade would be greater and greater. It was not that he was afraid of the Song army, but that he would not have to go out to steal things and go to the death.

At this moment, he finally found the traces of the common people. Nan Yongzhong did not feel any pity for his compatriots, but was overjoyed: these short-lived guys seem to have learned a lot, and knew that they could not find a place where the population was gathered these days, so he came here.

"General, there is a mountain ahead. If you don't hurry up, it will be difficult to find them when they get into the forest." The scout reminded him.

Nan Yongzhong then shouted loudly, pointed the horse whip, and ran forward as fast as sparks. Their horses were Sichuan horses that the Mongolians matched them, but they did not give them good Mongolian horses. The speed was a little worse, but chasing the staggering people was enough.

The horse's hooves are windy, as fast as a meteor.

Two quarters of an hour later, Nan Yongzhong chased a small valley outside. The valley happened to be on the side of the mountain. A continuous mountain that was undulating like an endless mountain stretched far away, as if it were densely packed with high walls, and the mountain was covered with trees, and there were thousands of people hidden in it.

The traces here are even more obvious. There are discarded items along the way, and some carry loads are thrown at the roadside casually. The footprints are chaotic and everywhere. It seems that the people in front of them are beginning to panic when they find someone chasing them.

Nan Yongzhong's men could not wait to start getting off the horse and searching for things on the ground. The soldiers and monkeys were very anxious, and Nan Yongzhong did not stop them. He saw that the valley was very small, and the bottom of the valley should be a steep slope, which was difficult to climb up. The people, panic, ran in, must be at a loss at this moment.

After walking around outside for two rounds and carefully checking the suspicious places in the footprints--Nan Yongzhong was also very careful--sent a few more scouts were sent in to investigate. After they came out, they all said with joy that there was no ambush inside, and that they were all ordinary people climbing around the mountain desperately.

Nan Yongzhong completely let go of his guard. This place is far away from Chengdu. It is impossible for the brigade of Song troops to fly over with wings. Since there is no ambush, let's do it.

He swung his sword and ordered everyone to enter the valley immediately and not to stay.

More than 200 people hugged him in, and each of them was a hundred times more energetic. They were the best at bullying the common people.

When I went in, I found that it was not big inside. There was a scattered valley, and I could see the end at one glance. A thousand people in Ma-clothed clothes were gathered at the bottom of the valley, looking around, and when I saw people riding horses appearing at the entrance of the valley, I immediately shouted.

Nan Yongzhong saw that these ordinary people were pushing more than a dozen carts, and it was funny: These people really cost money and live. It was time to go, and they were still pushing the carts. I didn’t want to kidnap you, even the carts!

He was about to instruct his subordinates to block the valley entrance first and then slowly clean up the people inside, but unexpectedly he saw that the people actually began to push carts across and form a line.

This is a bit strange, what are they going to do?

The tarpaulin covered on the cart was torn off, revealing some strange boxes, which were square and seemed familiar.

I was thinking about it, but I heard the noise behind me. Many of my soldiers screamed behind me, as if I saw something amazing.

He turned around, frowned and shouted, asking them to calm down, but saw the guards running over in panic and roaring: "Not good, no good! General, there are Song soldiers and Song soldiers block our retreat!"

Song Bing?

Where did Song Bing come from?

Nan Yongzhong's heart trembled, but he still slapped his subordinates in the face and shouted: "I've killed you, crazy! How could there be Song Bing here?"

"It's true!" his subordinate cried: "General, come and take a look. They are all black armored soldiers, all of them are armored. They moved to resist horses and blocked the valley from outside!"

Reject horses?!

Nan Yongzhong's heart was beating even harder. He suddenly remembered what were the square boxes on the carts of ordinary people.

"Bed crossbow! It's a bed crossbow!"

The soldiers around them were already shouting, and they were very familiar with this weapon.

Under Nan Yongzhong's horrified gaze, the barbarians dressed in ordinary people's clothes began to remove the covers on the cart, and a series of crossbows with javelins exposed their true colors.

Nan Yongzhong's team was in chaos, and the javelin on the crossbow was terrifyingly powerful, so he could shoot through a strong horse at this distance.

Ai Zhongxiao, dressed in a maroon, pulled the powerful bowstring of the bed crossbow with force, turned to look at Nan Yongzhong who was in a trunk in the distance, and narrowed his eyes.
Chapter completed!