The Mongolian camp outside the broken walls of Longqing Prefecture is a camp built around cowhide tents by wooden fences and trenches.

On the south side, some simple straw sheds, wooden mud houses were also built, all built by Han soldiers who surrendered to the Mongolians. Shu was very humid, especially in winter, and ordinary tarpaulin tents could not resist them. Sleeping inside was like sleeping in mud fields. Han soldiers did not have the big cowhide tents and warm wool felt blankets like Mongolians, so they could only build some houses to stay.

Such a building seems ordinary, but it will be different in Changsun Hong's eyes.

"There are 265 mud houses and straw sheds and 102 cowhide tents inside. The Mongolians and Semu people would not live in the grass houses, they would live in the tents. From here, we can estimate the proportion of the enemy's number." The Song army did not build the mud houses and straw sheds, and they also lived in the tents. The tents were placed in the mountains and forests ten miles away from the Mongolian camp. They were rarely visited. I don't know how Changsun Hong found such a camp.

At this moment, the tents had been tied up and placed on the back of the pack horse. The soldiers had already put on their clothes and armor, and under the guidance of their respective squad leaders, they lined up in an orderly manner along the sloped hillside.

There was a circle of people around Changsun Hong, all of whom were commanding and above, and they were focused on looking at some simple topographic maps on the ground composed of stones and grass markers.

Changsun Hong squatted on the ground, gestured with his fingers, analyzing the situation of the battle. The armor on his body was very hard, and he was a little struggling to squat: "In other words, it is full of plans and plans, and there are about 5,000 people, of which the Han soldiers account for the majority, at least 70%.

"There are almost two thousand people who are scattered outside and seduced by Ai Zhongxiao and Gundam these days. In short, there are about three thousand people in the Beilu who are left in the camp."

Everyone listened intently, looking at the map on the ground carefully, listening and thinking quietly.

"These five thousand people are almost all the people left by the Beilu to the south of Jiange. Sichuan is wet and cold in winter, and the Beilu can't stand it and don't want to stay. They will run to the north of the Qinling Mountains to spend the winter. We are basically these people who are going to fight head-on."

"Everyone, we have run so far from Chengdu and hid in this mountain to eat raw meat and drink blood. What we do is to cut off these barbarians who encroached on our land and killed our people, and to kill all those who do not leave behind!"

"If they are killed, the northern captains in Hanzhong will definitely go south. We will seize the time difference when they set out before they arrive, build a wall at Jianmen Pass again, block them firmly outside the pass, and suck them like magnets, creating opportunities for our next plan!"

Speaking of this, Changsun Hong did not go deeper and explain in detail what the next step was. Instead, he began to deploy the subsequent battle. Before he finished speaking, it was the most seductive. Everyone was guessing in his heart what the next step of Lord Changsun was.

Some people think boldly, others think cautiously, but without exception, a blazing fire ignited in their hearts.

This is a counterattack, the Song Dynasty's counterattack.

After so many years and so many people died, Sichuan has never had a counterattack to the north.

Everyone's fists were pinched tightly.

"There were two thousand people who rode south two hours ago, mostly Mongols and Seme people, so most of them were Han soldiers who stayed in the camp. This is very good. When we entered, the resistance would be relatively small. After all, the surrendered people were cowards."

Everyone laughed and shook their eyes, and the tense atmosphere at the fortunate battle eased a little.

Changsun Hong also smiled and said, "I will take the ghost soldiers to the front, just follow my flag to rush. Everyone, there is no need to keep our strength in this battle, be sure to be fast. The Northern Legion is good at rushing, so someone will definitely escape to report the news. Those two thousand people will soon turn back. If we are not quick and cannot seize the camp before they come back, then the next battle will be very troublesome and we will die many people."

With a smile, his words made everyone immediately serious, and the relaxation atmosphere just now passed away.

"This battle is a time difference. To eliminate the enemy in the movement, Beilu would not have thought that we have been under their noses for several days, so we will not be prepared. Everything depends on us!"

He clapped his hands and stood up. The soldiers lined up in the distance were ready, with red letters and black characters, and the unique flags of the Shimen Fan Barbarian Army were flying high in the air.

Changsun Hong stood on a stone, raised his fist with his right hand, shouted sternly: "Everything is ready, and follow me to shout military orders!"

The generals followed and raised their right fists and focused their eyes on him. Several generals who had just joined were not used to this kind of movement. The height of the fists was not very standard, but it didn't matter.

Everyone followed Changsun Hong and yelled out the famous "Three Kills in the Frontier" of Shimenfan.

"If you don't have the former in the battle, kill!"

"If the general retreats before the troops are withdrawn, kill them!"

"If you don't respect the order, kill!"

Three roars passed, and the trees in the forest were rustling, as if they were shaken by the sound.

Changsun Hong waved his fist: "Go!"

He jumped off the stone and ran into the team of ghost soldiers standing in the front of the queue.

There were not many ghost soldiers, just a thousand, but they were all tall and elite. The shiny Modao reflected dazzling light in the afternoon sun.

The people and horses were moving, and the forest seemed to have collapsed.

A black dragon of tens of thousands of people rushes on the rolling ground of Longqing Prefecture on the afternoon of early spring. The deserted fields and the broken villages beside the road set off a line of iron helmets and steel knives.

Ten miles away, walking under the iron feet was not far away. The Song soldiers in armor did not walk on the avenue scattered by Mongolian cavalry, but took a small path. They did not walk on the road faster than the road, but they were as good as Changsun Hong's wishes.

When we approached the edge of the Mongolian camp, a row of wooden fences standing on the ground appeared in front of us, the sky had just begun to darken.

The last ray of setting sun exposed most of her face on the mountain top in the distance, as if she would fall down and take away all the light.

What Changsun Hong wants is this kind of light.

There were already curling smoke rising from the camp, and there were Mongolian words that I couldn't understand from afar, mixed with laughter, scolding and Chinese prayers.

Some Han soldiers responsible for releasing horses drove a large group of horses back from outside. The campers opened the wooden fence and put them in. The groups of horses neighed and rushed in.

Everything is normal. The guards at the camp gate are boring. Such peaceful days have been going on for several years, and long-term comfort makes people slack off.

The guards on the building were lying on the railings, joking with the people below, looking at the distance with their eyes blankly, and the long composite bow was placed beside them, and the arrows were scattered in the leather bag.

The sun casts a long shadow on the top of the mountain, dark and dark, and the light just shines on the tower, making the guards unable to open their eyes.

The garrison warned, blocked the light with his hands, and looked at the distance casually.

In the shadow, something seemed to be moving.

He was a little confused, narrowed his eyes and looked at it, and his body suddenly became stiff.

A tide like a tide came over the mountains and fields in the shadows.

The group of people who were leading the way, holding long swords, and the bright blades were as eye-catching as Bai Tao in front of the tide.

The garrison soldiers woke up from the shock, and while panicking, they went to grab the bow and arrow, hissing and shouting.

"Enemy attack!"

The warning sound that never appeared in the Mongolian camp appeared for the first time.
Chapter completed!