Wanyan Chengsi's letter was quickly delivered to Hanzhong.

The person who sent the message was not the barbarians sent out, but the Jurchens. The person who came here was sorry to inform Changsun Hong that the messenger sent to Ankang in Hanzhong stabbed him in the stomach, which was seriously injured and bedridden. The medical conditions of Ankang were limited. He asked the Hanzhong Ghost King to find a medical officer with excellent medical skills to go and treat him.

The Jurchen officials emphasized that the messenger committed suicide by making Wanyan Chengsi believe in the sincerity of the Ghost King. It has nothing to do with Wanyan Chengsi and has nothing to do with Hanzhong and Ankang's next cooperation. Wanyan Chengsi completely accepted the conditions of the Ghost King and was willing to join the Ghost King's subordinates.

As long as the Ghost King fulfills the promises in the letter in the future.

Changsun Hong nodded kindly, and generously chose to believe the words of the Jurchen officials. He found the best medical officer in Hanzhong to go back with the Jurchen people.

There were dozens of pack horse carriages carrying a large amount of food and grass and weapons on the winding plank road of the Hanzhong River Valley together.

These are the first batch of materials Changsun Hong promised to give to Wanyan Chengsi in the letter.

Watching the joyful Jurchen officials leave, Na Duozhi sighed behind Changsun Hong and said softly: "Heiqi is a good man. I didn't expect him to be so impulsive, and I don't know if he can survive."

"Hei Teeth must have his reason for doing that." Changsun Hong's face was deep, showing a hint of pain: "He was what I watched and read and read, and I taught him to read and read. I know his personality best. It must be that Wanyan Chengsi doesn't believe us. He uses death to express our sincerity."

"One life for another city... Black-toothed life is worth it." Na Duozhi's tone was filled with infinite sighs.

"I hope the medical officer sent can save him." Changsun Hong walked out and said as he walked: "If he can't come back, write his name into the Martyrs' Temple and treat his family well as the martyrs' treatment."

Natuzhi nodded and followed, and the worries arising from the black teeth hanging in his chest and abdomen became much less severe.

The Heroes' Temple, a unique ancestral hall in Shimenfan, occupies a large area of ​​land in Dali City, and enshrines the names of many people who died in battle under Changsun Hong. Anyone who can place tablets inside can shelter their children and children and grandchildren can get a salary. Every month, the local government will give the family's family's grain, rice, coins, and food and clothing.

Heichi worked hard all his life. If he hadn't met Changsun Hong, he would probably have been digging mud in the mountains now. He could earn a lifetime of guarantee for his family, and would have been considered as a peace of mind.

And this trip to Ankang is inevitable, and someone must go. The Ankang Mansion gathered were the remnants of the Jin Kingdom, all of whom were fighting with red eyes when they saw Mongolia. If such natural allies did not go to win over and pacify, but started a war in order to seize Ankang geography, wouldn’t it help Kublai Khan?

The convoy from Hanzhong to Ankang Mansion was still circled in the mountains. On the other side of the far end of the Han River, Fan Yongji had a headache.

Within half a month after the breaking of Shangjin City, there were about twenty cities in several prefectures in Henan, except for a few remnants around Junzhou, the rest, as some discerning people expected, broke the city one after another.

The tragedy after the breakup of Shangjin City was like a bleeding alert, which made the whole of Henan feel cold. Even though I knew the Mongolian practice of slaughtering the city against the stubborn enemy, when this happened to the side and the next step was likely to fall on me, it felt completely different.

The Mongolian army crossed the land of Henan with the attitude of the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, maintaining the speed of falling one city in three days, with an astonishing efficiency. The reason for this is that the Mongolian army is majestic and has complete siege equipment, but the most important thing is that most cities surrender without fighting.

Unlike Jiangnan, most places in Henan are the same as those in the entire north, and are not under the jurisdiction of the Song court, and have been for a long time.

At first it was the Liao Kingdom, then the Jin Kingdom. The Khitans and Jurchens left too many marks on this land. The Han people relied and thrived under their rule. After a long time, their nostalgia for the roots of their ancestors was no longer so obvious.

Whoever becomes emperor or collects taxes is not very important compared to survival.

As long as you can continue your life and eat a little food every day, the burden on your shoulders can be slightly lighter, and life will not be so hard anymore, and ordinary people will be satisfied.

The long-cherished wish of family and country is the complaint made by literati and poets after getting drunk.

Because Song Ting, who was intangible invisible in the south, was loyal and willing to risk the whole city being slaughtered, this is something that almost all people in Henan would not do.

So Kublai Khan's progress was very smooth, and he had almost no chance to use Lu Gongche again.

Whenever one city and one place arrives, the army stations nearby and sends an envoy to the city to shout a few times. Sometimes there is no need to send someone to shout. The city gate will open itself, and the city guards with armor will come out one after another, submit to the side of the road, and respectfully deliver the surrender.

The civil officials and magistrates sent by the Song court have long disappeared. Occasionally, some of them are very rich and virtuous and will not surrender. They will be tied up by the military and civilians and sent to the Mongolian army to dismember them.

The whole trend is described in one sentence, which means that the water floods the golden mountains and cannot be saved.

It is only a matter of time before the fall of Junzhou.

Fan Yongji was trapped in the city, helpless and irritable.

He regretted deeply, regretting his impulse to ruin his life's future.

Sitting in the atmospheric mansion in Junzhou Prefecture, Fan Yongji pursed his lips and was thinking alone.

He didn't believe all his subordinates. Just yesterday, his most trusted general Wei Wuji surrendered in Kaicheng, Dengzhou without a single arrow or a single knife.

When he received this news, Fan Yongji sat down weakly, his face as if dead.

Then he closed the door of the mansion and guarded the enemy strictly.

He was afraid that there would be a subordinate who took advantage of the chaos in the city and rushed into his room and cut his head, and took it to the Mongolian master for reward.

This is not impossible. Henan was once a Mongolian territory. Many people had close ties with Mongolia. Some people were bribed and it was very common to take his head.

Fan Yongji, a powerful man in Henan, is now like a candle in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time.

"Tu tuk!"

The door was knocked gently.

Fan Yongji reached out to grab the knife on the table in front of him, and then his fingers touched the cold shank hilt, then came to his senses, leaned his back tiredly on the back of the chair, and shouted in.

The visitor pushed the door open, but he was a middle-aged literati dressed as an aide.

The scribe walked up to him and bowed.

Fan Yongji leaned leaning and waved his hand: "I'm fine, have you heard of any news?"

"Some, sir, my subordinates are rushing around the residences of acquaintances in Lin'an. They have never relaxed for a moment and finally got some news." The scholar was originally a failed scholar in the Song Dynasty. He had the same friendship with some officials in the court. In addition, when Fan Yongji first defected, he deliberately managed to make good leaders in the court, and sent many people to Lin'an for permanent residence. Among them, this scholar, so he was very familiar with many officialdoms in Lin'an City.

Fan Yongji took a deep breath and suppressed his nervous nerves: "Let me tell me."

"Jinghu Commander Jia, a commander of the Jinghu Control, stayed in Lin'an a few days ago and met with Emperor Song Ting. He also had a long talk with several adults from the Privy Council and the Secretariat. The villain was waiting at the door of the adults' homes and saw with his own eyes the gifts sent to the mansion, each with several large carts."

Fan Yongji hummed unnaturally and interrupted: "This is what it should be."

Of course, the scribe did not dare to comment. He just paused and continued: "The subordinate bribed one of the servants. When Lord Jia was talking to his head, he hid outside the door and listened to him. He told his subordinates."

"He told his subordinates that the Song court had sent people to Kublai Khan, Mongolia to discuss the matter of stopping the war. Mongolia said that this war was a dispute between the Song Dynasty. If you want to stop the war, you must provide compensation and send the person who caused the trouble to Mongolia."

The scribe's head was drooping very low, and his tone was very low: "The servant said that his family leader told Lord Jia that the State of Song had decided to send the Lord as the tyrant to Mongolia to pay his life, and all the land in Henan was used as compensation, and they were all returned to Mongolia, and a large amount of silver was also required to pay. His family leader said that there was no need to worry about money. The Lord had been deeply engaged in Henan for so many years, and it would definitely be a lot of copies, which was enough to compensate the Mongolians. The head of the Lord could appease Mongolia and reduce the involvement that Lord Jia was in this matter to the minimum."

"They said that this matter was imminent. When Lord Jia returned to Xiangfan, it was the day to attack him."

Fan Yongji listened dumbly, his eyes straightened, and he stared at a piece of paper on the table.

It was a letter from the Jinghu General Inspector, which said that Jia Sidao and the General Inspector returned to their residence yesterday and asked Fan Yongji to go to Xiangyang for a discussion and discuss the major events of resisting Mongolia.
Chapter completed!