When Natuzhi looked down from the top of the mountain, Wang Liangchen looked up from the foot of the mountain not far away.

The two of them intersected on a straight line without knowing each other. Unfortunately, they could not see anything between us in each other's eyes.

After receiving the military information of the horse probe, Wang Liangchen quickly stopped delaying and stopped delaying. In two days, he rushed from Minzhou to the foot of Qingniling Mountain and set up a camp.

Then he carefully brought officers from all over the country to peek at the foot of the mountain.

Stopped at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the top of the mountain. Wang Liangchen, who had originally not taken this mountain seriously, realized that this mountain, which was not tall from a distance, felt dangerous when he arrived close to it. Although the mountain was not as tall as elsewhere in the Qinling Mountains, the importance was steep. The top of the mountain was almost a triangular point, and the mountains on both sides were extremely steep. If you want to cross the mountain, it seemed that there was no other way except to climb up the official road along the mountain trend.

The official road was winding and stretched to the top of the mountain between the huge trees and rocks on the ridge. The Song-character flag fluttering in the wind at the top of the main peak was on the top of the road, and it seemed that it could fall to the official road if it fell down.

"Apart from this official road, is there any other way to go?" Wang Liangchen asked with his neck tilted.

Someone had detected it in advance and said to the side: "General, there are still several roads, which are all small paths taken by woodcutters. The road is difficult and difficult to walk on. What's more, the natives said that when the Song people came here, they dug mountains everywhere. Any road that could walk on was dug."

Wang Liangchen frowned and said, "A few years ago, did the third prince of the Jin people suffer from the Song people's losses here?"

This sentence considers the familiarity of history. A well-looking general replied: "Yes, in the fourth year of Shaoxing, the Song Dynasty, Jin Wushu led 100,000 infantry and cavalry to break the monk's land and attack the Song Dynasty in large numbers. From then on, he passed by the ridge and attacked the Immortal Pass. The Song general Wu Jie led his troops to defend this ridge. Wu Shu was broken because the road was cut into a wall and turned into a road. He was defeated by the Wu Jie and was buried in countless corpses."

When Wang Liangchen heard this, his face became even more serious. He touched the thick beard on his chin and said, "I look at the Song army flag on the mountain, the rules are orderly, and the troops are not chaotic. The one who leads the troops is a good man, and the road is cut off. Is there no other way except to force it?"

The generals and officials around them were shaking their heads, and no one spoke. Obviously, no one had any other way.

"Since that's the case, don't delay it. A mere mountain ridge can't stop my tens of thousands of soldiers!" Seeing this scene, Wang Liangchen knew that there was no hope of detour, and did not say much. He lifted his cloak on his body, turned around and left: "Stay rest today, and raise his troops to attack the mountain early tomorrow morning!"

Wang Liangchen was ruthless at the foot of the mountain, and Natuzhi on the mountain could only see a group of shadows from afar.

I don’t know who was coming, but I can tell from the banner that the Mongolian army came.

The atmosphere on the mountain suddenly became tense. After two days of digging mud, the soldiers tidied up the leaves and branches of the cut trees, made them into rolling trees, and piled up huge stones on the iron mountain to prepare them as stones. The swords, spears, halberds, arrows, and crossbows were all ready, and five thousand people were distributed on the top of Qingni Ridge, staggered in an orderly manner.

"General, when will the Ghost King come to support us?" Yang Xiaolei looked at the Mongolian camp in the distance and asked in a hurry.

The camp of tens of thousands of people occupied a huge piece of land. There were wooden fences on the camp, and trenches were dug outside the fence. Teams of cavalry with bows and swords galloped around outside the camp, occasionally approaching Qingniling and pointing to the ridge. The banners in the camp were clearly colored, and each division returned to the position, with high divine dou and a lined looking tower. From a distance, it seemed as if a city suddenly emerged from the plain.

Such camps are enough to demonstrate the level of Mongolian army marching and camping. In a short period of time, the wooden city has deviated from the previous horse-thief-style combat methods, but has become the same as a regular army.

Naduzhi replied calmly: "The Ghost King cannot escape in the valley. Only after the fight over there can he come over. For the time being, we can only rely on ourselves."

"…..." Yang Xiaolei swallowed, looked into the distance and said again: "Bei Lu, I'm afraid there are 40,000 to 50,000 people."

"Are you scared?" Na Duzhi glanced at him squintedly: "Shimenfan is not a coward."

"Who is afraid!" Yang Xiaolei thrust his chest: "I'm just worried that I can't hold on and break the Ghost King's plan!"

"If you have the intention to die, there is no place that cannot be defended." Na Duzhi smiled coldly and said, "Since the Ghost King sent us here, I believe we have this ability. Tian Shan guarded Jimo and was isolated and helpless, and he could last for five years under the 100,000 siege of Qi's army. There is a large army of Ghost King behind us, which is much stronger than Tian Shan. What are you afraid of? Qingniling is dangerous and steep. One man should be able to pass the pass and ten thousand men. No matter how many troops and ten thousand horses can only squat under our crotch!"

"What the general said is that you are not afraid of death, so where are you afraid of him?" Yang Xiaolei thought about it and laughed, saying, "I don't know if the Mongolian army below has any nobles like sect kings. If there is one, it's better to get a head and make great contributions!"

Na Duozhi turned around and patted his shoulder, and walked towards the foot of the iron mountain: "Life and death are only in a moment. Sooner or later, your and my names will be included in the Martyrs' Temple. I will die for the Ghost King, and I will die at the place. Let's go and patrol with me to see where there is still room for no blocking."

Up and down the mountain, the atmosphere of war became stronger and stronger. As the battle was being prepared for the battle, the people on both sides of the enemy and us gradually turned red. One side wanted to destroy the mountain and the other side wanted to block the road. The blood-red sun slowly set. The next day would definitely be a tragic day.

...

During the bloody battle in Qingniling, Changsun Hong had just returned to Hanzhong from the Hanshui Valley. Because the remaining battles in the valley were not stopped, the remaining Mongolian army was still there, and the large-scale army would inevitably die like a centipede insect without being stiff. The number of Song soldiers was too different from that of the Mongols. Although they were defeated by tricks, if they did not take the opportunity to press forward step by step, they would be difficult to deal with it if they gathered again. Therefore, Wanyan Chengsi, Liu Zheng and others had to continue to stay in the valley. Changsun Hong only returned to Hanzhong with a few personal guards.

Kublai Khan never found the body. This person was too important. Changsun Hong was as heavy as a stone hanging in his heart. He was always uneasy. This person was the source of Mongolia's determination to destroy the Song Dynasty. If he didn't kill him, Changsun Hong would be unable to sleep or eat.

But I was irritated and there was still a package of important things to deal with. Discussing with the Tang Sect to disrupt Tubo and taking advantage of the chaos to make profits is a major event that is more important than Qingniling.

That night, after Lin Laosi and Changsun Hong had a drink, they rushed to Tubo again with a new list of assassinations. The Tang Sect's movement in Fujian and Lin'an was like throwing a stone in a pool of spring water, splashing a little ripples, but it was immediately swallowed by the pool of water, and even the shadow could not be seen.

Tens of thousands of people were killed because of this. The Tang Sect injected a lot of energy into this noisy restoration. Basically, all the elite inside the door were invested, but after only half a year, the Song Dynasty was pacified without much effort. Lin Laosi, who was rescued from Lin'an by Changsun Hong with the power of the Imperial City Department, was discouraged and drunk to relieve his sorrow. The Tang Sect was as if the backbone was pulled, and it became listless.
Chapter completed!