Saidianchi didn't know how Nan Yongzhong died, and he didn't have the heart to figure it out, but he saw clearly how he would die.

Less than an hour after Nan Yongzhong chased him out, his soldiers excitedly raided Malays and reported that in a valley not far ahead, thousands of Song people were hiding. These people seemed to be rich and had family members, and were very rich. Nan Yongzhong had already brought people to block the entrance of the valley and trapped these people. Please ask Saidianchi to join forces and take down these Song people together.

Saidianchi was happy when he heard this and hurried away. Because he was in a good mood, he did not notice the fear that could hardly be concealed on the face of the Han soldiers who reported the news.

He led his men into the valley, and then saw the corpses all over the ground and the head of Nan Yongzhong hanging on the treetops.

As if it were exactly the same, the mysterious armored soldiers who emerged from somewhere behind stood up and blocked the retreat.

No matter what, Saidianchi never thought that Song Bing would come up with this way to lure him into a fool. Didn’t Song Bing be broken? Shouldn’t he be hiding in the city and the fortress and not coming out?

The team of more than 200 people, the Seminister, did not last long in the rain of crossbows and arrows. Song Bing did not even use a knife, and killed the group with the crossbows alone.

But Song Bing was very kind and did not kill him. Instead, after several rounds of shooting, he shouted, "kneeling to avoid death", and rushed up to catch some living mouths.

Saidian was naked and was nailed to the ground, only venting but not inhaling.

Song Bing walked around him, smiling unscrupulously, carried away the body of comrade Saidianchi, cleaned the ground, and listened to their words and laughter, as if they wanted to disguise this place as if nothing had happened and used it as the place for the next ambush.

When Saidianchi heard this, he was very angry. He wanted to roar and stood up and killed a Song Bing placing his back. However, he was too injured and lay on the ground, without even the power to move his fingers, and he would die at any time.

The moment before his eyes were about to close, he saw a man who was pushed and rubbed by several Song people, walked up to him, pointed at his face, and said something.

Then Song Bing groped on him for a while and took out a waist sign.

Saidianchi suddenly understood what these hateful Song people were going to do - they wanted to take away their waist cards as a token to lure other Mongolian racers over.

It's really ruthless!

Saidian Chi's eyes suddenly used all their last strength and widened.

A Song soldier saw it and shouted in surprise: "Huh? This Tartar is not dead yet?"

Song Bing casually slashed and cut Saidianchi's throat.

Saidianchi died like this. When he died, his eyes were still bulging, and he was determined to die with his eyes open.

Gundam, who had cut Saidian's red neck, shook the blood from the knife, returned to Ai Zhongxiao who was sitting on the stone to interrogate the prisoner, and said to him: "Mr. Changsun's move is really easy. The Mongolian soldiers were fooled by lard. I felt so bored if I was fooled so easily."

Ai Zhongxiao glared at him and said, "What? Are you not satisfied with the war?"

Gundam touched his head: "That's not, it's just that I didn't kill it!"

Ai Zhongxiao smiled and said, "Then you don't have to worry. Lord Changsun works hard in Longqing Mansion. We are just bait here. We move faster. When Longqing Mansion starts fighting, we can catch up."

He looked at the dead horses all over the valley and shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that so many horses have been killed in vain. It would be great if we could live to belong to us."

Ai Zhongxiao and Gundam continued to wait for the rabbit in this valley. They interrogated the prisoners, left a few surviving gusts, and deliberately kept the brothers, leaving their younger brothers behind, and sent a few Song soldiers to change into the armor of Mongolian Han soldiers, and followed them with Seidianchi's waist card to find other Mongolian cavalry. They used the same rhetoric as deceiving Seidianchi, saying that there were large groups of Han people here, so they would ask him to come and make a fortune together.

In half a month, these fine works running around, riding horses and searching for Mongolian hunting teams spreading across western Sichuan, leading them all to Ai Zhongxiao and Gundam's pockets. They had 6,000 soldiers under their hands, and they had no problem eating four or five hundred Mongolian teams bit by bit. They were also mindful and unintentional. They set up ambush and were caught in the jar, and they were foolish.

When February was spring, I finally realized something was wrong in the Mongolian tent outside the ruined palace of Longqing Mansion.

This was not right, and I only learned about it after receiving the news from several defeated soldiers who fled back.

"There are Song troops in this area." Nai Rentai frowned and discussed with Bilege: "In the past, they never dared to come, what's going on this year?"

Bilege sat cross-legged on the felt, reached out to the stove, roasting the charcoal fire, and pondered: "Is it a sign of a counterattack? Marshal Tahai has not gone south in the past two years, so these Song people are so brave?"

"If you get fat, just cut him off!" Nai Rentai slapped the floor harshly: "The defeated soldiers fled back and said that several of the teams we released were destroyed by them, and one of them relied on a valley and was struggling to support them. The Song soldiers surrounded the outside and blocked the way out. I planned to take people to rescue myself, and go to Chengdu to take off the heads of several Song generals!"

Bilege stroked his white beard and pondered: "We only have three or five thousand people in our hands, most of them are Han soldiers. Nearly two thousand went out to hunt Caogu. Will there be too few people left?"

"There are quite a few! Bilege, I went south with Marshal of the Capital and brought two thousand people. I fought to Gongzhou Prefecture, but I never met an opponent!" Nai Rentai snorted and said disdainfully: "And we are all men on horseback, coming and going like the wind. Even if the Song people are thousands of troops, what can they do to me?"

Bilege looked at him and nodded, "Okay, since that's the case, I will stay and guard the tent. This place is the foundation of ours and we cannot leave people."

Nai Rentai sneered in his heart: He is obviously afraid of death when he is old, but he just said that he is here to lie to me with such reasons.

He didn't say it out loud, but just agreed: "Okay, let's do it this way. Some of the besieged doctors are the old foundation I brought from the desert. It's not enough to throw them here for nothing. I have ordered the army to set off and leave now. Let's ask my brother for the rest of the tent."

The two agreed that Nai Rentai immediately carried a knife and got on the horse, took the army dominated by thousands of Semu people and Han soldiers, and set off from Longqing Prefecture City, led the way from the defeated soldiers who fled back toward the valley where Nan Yongzhong was buried.

The large group of people was dispatched, and the smoke and dust were rolling, and the movement was quite loud. It quickly alarmed the Shimenfan dark ghosts who had been ambushing on the nearby mountains for a long time.

When the news of the Mongolians leaving the camp reached Changsun Hong's ears, he was writing in a forest of mountains and forests ten miles away.

After listening to the report, he raised his head, and smiled in his shiny eyes. He put the brush on his back, stood up and stretched.

"Okay, it's time for us to go."
Chapter completed!