As an outstanding figure in the younger generation of the Wang family in Gongzhou, although Wang Liangchen is not as famous as his brother Wang Dechen, his ability is extremely extraordinary. Whether it is combat and marching or the way of governing the country, he is very well-organized. This can be seen from the neat regulations of the Mongolian military camps.

The battle of Qingniling has been delayed for a long time. The Mongolian army camp, located fifteen miles away, was unable to move. The large camp was built next to the Baihe River along the mountain. People shouted and neighed every day, as lively as a town.

The camp uses wooden fences as the walls and deep trenches as the obstacles. There are two hundred steps and one arrow tower, and five hundred steps and one tricky fight. The people and horses in the inner world are separated, and the camp tents are connected to the sky, with various flags connected to the other side, like colorful clouds waving, covering the sky and the sun.

Every morning and evening, when the Mongolian army releases horses and returns to the circle, the scene is the most spectacular. Thousands of horses gallop out, horse hooves stomp on the ground, like thunder shaking in the nine heavens, strong Mongolian soldiers galloping on the left and right, with loud whips, and whips blooming in the air, people are like dragons and horses and tigers, dominating the world.

Song Bing on the Iron Mountain looked at this scene from afar, and his eyes revealed envy and silence. On Tuozhi's cold face, he could not suppress his desire in his heart. He stared at the horses galloping and rushing into the air and was in a daze, and refused to leave for a long time.

However, at night, the horses also have to sleep. Mongolian soldiers attacked the mountain at night without horses. Wang Liangchen also had to rely on his legs to climb the mountain.

On this night attack, the soldiers he personally led, and the large lights without any hesitation, and the continuous torches shone Qingni Ridge like daytime. A large number of military horses lined up in square formations, lined up one by one under the ridge. The mighty military formation flashed with cold lights in the moonlight and firelight. The barren guns and arrows exuded a murderous aura in the sound of drums and horns that were tightly sounded like a roar.

Wang Liangchen stood in front of the formation with a frosty face, riding his favorite black horse, wearing a helmet and armor, and carrying the long sword that had chopped off countless heads.

Badulu stood behind him with a cloth strip wrapped around his head. Blood stains oozed out from the cloth strip, which made the white-bearded old man look very tragic. The wound was made in the afternoon. A stone as big as a millstone jumped down from the iron mountain and flew over to wipe Badulu's forehead. As the howling sounded, Badulu took out the skills of a veteran who had been through the battlefield, sank, and got off the horse. At the critical moment, he avoided it, but wiped his head, but saved his life.

Without exception, Badulu retreated, and Wang Liangchen naturally would not give him a good look. Now he could only stand behind with a dejected look.

A Mongolian general leaned over and said to Badulu in a low voice: "Sir, is Wang Shuai going to fight to the death? He has been attacking for a long time during the day and does not stop at night. According to this method, if he can't take Qingniling tonight, will he continue to attack tomorrow?"

Badulu smiled bitterly and slammed his mouth and said, "It seems like this. Wang Shuai led his troops independently for the first time, but was blocked here. This is something his father and brother had never experienced before. When he was passed back, he was blind. He was still suppressed a few days ago. Today, he was full of energy and blood. I am afraid he would never stop with the Song people on the mountain."

The Mongolian general looked up at the Tieling Mountain where the flames were soaring into the sky, and said angrily: "The Song people on the mountain have also eaten the weights. They have persisted in these days. In the past, we have never met such a tenacious Song people. Could it be the elites transferred from the south?"

"It's possible." Badulu touched his head, and the wound was a little painful: "But no matter how powerful the elite is, it can't stand our fighting style. Are there few elites we encountered on the Western Expedition? We have all destroyed them one by one, and these Song people will sooner or later, and no one can be kept at that time."

"It's just that the men's losses are huge." The Mongolian general was a little distressed: "Tonight, Shuai Wang asked us to send all the strongest warriors. Now the mountains are all their own people. There were so many cities that were fought in the Western Expedition, and there were also difficulties, but they had never encountered such a hard time in the field battle. In the past few days, there were not less than a thousand people who died here."

Badulu looked at Wang Liangchen, who was motionless in front of him, and shook his head: "Don't worry, I can't go up tomorrow dawn. Wang Shuai may have to draw the knife himself. If you have a worry, it's better to let them sharpen the knife faster. Wang Shuai used the wheel tactics. When it's your turn to go up, he will get the goal of killing the flag."

The Mongolian general smiled and said, "It is of course a great achievement to kill the general and seize the flag, but you have to use your life to gain something. This is not easy to get."

The two whispered behind, but there were shouts of killing everywhere on the mountain. Standing at the foot of the mountain, you could hear the fighting roars on the battlefield full of fire. The wolf smoke shone like a pillar of swords. From a distance, it looked like a crowd of black dots of sesame size were fighting to survive.

The defense line on the hillside was finally broken through. The erotic soldiers who acted as vanguards carried a bundle of firewood, which could be used as a huge shield and could be filled with trenches. Although the Song soldiers seized the time to dig the trenches a little deeper after the afternoon battle, they could not resist the large number of Mongolian soldiers, and the trenches were easily filled with several smooth roads that were enough to cross.

The short earth wall behind the trench was broken through by the Mongolian army, which had paid a huge price, after several tug-of-war battles.

Natuzhi had already shrunk all the remaining thousand people to the bottom of the main peak of Tieshan, and tightly guarded the blood-filled official road.

"Du Shuai, you have already attacked!" A long-sweated man with a long sweaty family came down from the mountain with blood on his chest, clasped his fists in front of Wang Liangchen's horse and said loudly: "The Song soldiers can no longer withstand our offensive. With the last barrier on the top of the mountain, it is not worth worrying. Before dawn, Du Shuai can stand on the top of the iron mountain to watch the sunrise!"

Wang Liangchen's pupils shrank, his face twitched, and he waved his fists into the air: "After reaching the top, there will be no living mouth left on the mountain! The generals of the Song people will all be skinned and displayed!"

Qianhu Chang smiled hideously and was about to agree, but suddenly he found that the land under his feet began to shake slightly.

As a man who grew up on the grassland, such vibration is not surprising. He can feel it with the soles of his feet alone. This is the earth resonance caused by tens of thousands of horses galloping.

"Du Shuai saw that Qingniling was about to break through, and started to launch a cavalry to launch a final attack?" Qianhu Chang's mouth floated up and he thought happily.

Not only did he think so, but everyone present thought so.

The Mongolian generals looked back at the direction of their camp, with surprise in their eyes because they had never heard of it. In addition to the people standing here, Wang Liangchen also mobilized the Yu soldiers from the camp to come out.

Should I seize the last chance to show my power when I go up the mountain? Or did Wang Liangchen's brain get kicked by a donkey and come up with the stupid idea of ​​cavalry fighting in the mountains.

Of course, Wang Liangchen would not be so stupid. He is paranoid but not stupid at all.

He also turned his head back with suspicious eyes.

The camp in the distance is hidden in the vast night, and it is impossible to see from the position of the Mongolian attacking mountain army formation across the road of about ten miles.

If you can't see it, you naturally don't know what happened in the camp.

Only the land under my feet conveyed the increasingly intense tremors and told them clearly that no matter what, the horses in the brigade really came to this side.
Chapter completed!