The horse under him sniffed and turned around the huge pit.

Kublai Khan's body whirled with the horse, his eyes fixed on the pit, and his spine was getting cold.

Below the pit, there are dense pointed wooden stakes, pointed upwards, and horizontally below like a huge nail board. The people who fell into it were bloody and skewed on top, just like the food unique to the Tubo people - meat skewers.

Just now, I had a little faster, and the meat skewers below would have their own portion.

Kublai Khan raised his eyes and looked at the iron man wall that had been lined up across the pit. He made a quick decision and ran towards the way he came.

There is a pit in front, but there must be no behind, otherwise you will step in when you come over.

It is very difficult to run back because there is a pit in front. People later don’t know that they keep rushing forward, and the people in front fleeing backward. The two people collided together, squeezing the small valley into a pile of people. The soldiers cursed loudly, pushing and squeezing, just like a bunch of rice grains and red beans hyped in the New Year’s Eve dinner.

At such a critical moment, Kublai Khan would naturally not try to revive his military power in vain like a Song army officer. He rode on the horse, and his whip took turns to whip back and forth on the horse's butt and the heads of people blocking the road. He hit the heads of the Song army infantry with a long whip and broke out a way with screams.

There were still stones of all sizes of big and small on the hillsides on both sides, and from time to time, hitting the crowded people, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and tinder oil splashing everywhere, burning flames at the bottom of the valley. The green valley became a purgatory of blood and fire.

A Song army risked his life to shoot arrows on the hillside in the rain of stones, but the effect was very bad. The stone rolled out from the woods on the side of the mountain. The stone smashers hid in the forest and threw stones from the gaps between the trees. I don’t know how many people were, and even who they were. When the sharp arrows were shot up, Bangbang shot onto the trunk. No one knew whether there were any people inside.

Kublai Khan lay on the horse's back and ran along the road, avoiding the jumping rocks. He blew like the wind. While he was running, he saw Yan Fu, the envoy of the Song Dynasty in front, walking towards him under the escort of the Song army.

"Mr. Kublai, please follow me. I will take someone to escort you out!" Yan Fu's hair fell down, his hair was messy and hem of his official robe, and kept wavering to Kublai: "We have two thousand soldiers, just kill you out from the valley entrance!"

He didn't know about the pit and the iron armored swordsmanship. He wanted to think that he could kill the blood, but he didn't know that the way he had been blocked.

Kublai Khan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. The situation was already very dangerous. If he delayed one more point, he would lose one chance to survive. He shouted violently and slammed the horse's belly. The mount passed by Yan Fu with the strong wind and almost knocked Yan Fu to the ground.

Yan Fu was so shocked that he sat on the ground, sitting in the dust in dust. The guards on both sides pulled him up. The man who was alone and shouted repeatedly: "Hurry up! Follow him and follow Lord Kublai Khan. If he has something to do, we will die!"

A group of people quickly raised their legs and stumbled after them while eating soil in the dust raised by Kublai Khan's mount.

No matter how fast a person runs, he is no longer as fast as a four-legged horse. In the blink of an eye, Kublai Khan's figure jumped a few times among the Song army running around the ground, drowned in the sea of ​​people. Yan Fu was so anxious that his feet were jumping around and sweating. He tied the hem of his clothes into his belt, shook his arms and ran away. He didn't run far away, and he heard a loud noise on the road and the entire valley jumped violently.

Yan Fu was so shocked that he almost sat in the dust again. Fortunately, his left and right hands were quick and he held him in one hand, so he avoided the embarrassment of losing his composure.

However, he had no time to take care of the others, but instead raised his head, opened his mouth, stared in shock at the direction of the valley entrance of the road. There was a black mushroom-shaped cloud that quickly rose into the sky, like a beacon fire lit on the Great Wall, soaring into the sky.

"What, what's going on?"

Yan Fu's stuttering question caused the surrounding imperial guards to look at each other. After a while, the officer with a firearm licked his mouth and said, "Sir, that... it seems to be the explosion of gunpowder!"

"Hurry, go and take a look!" Yan Fu lifted his robe and said anxiously, leading a group of soldiers to sprint in the rocks. Before he could run far, he saw the rear army's scattering towards him.

The rioters fled, and the momentum was like a rushing stream. The people around Yan Fu were washed away so that they could hardly stand. Thanks to the hard work of several loyal and brave guards, Yan Fu was not squeezed out by the rioters.

He stopped, grabbed a running imperial guards and shouted loudly: "Bold! Escape without authorization in the battle, and be killed! Follow me to kill the enemy!"

"Sir, the back road has been cut off!" The man recognized Yan Fu, knew that this was his Shangguan, and shouted in a crying voice: "The brothers of the rear army were about to withdraw, but who knew that there was gunpowder buried in the mountain pass, and when it exploded, the land collapsed and the ground was broken. Many brothers died. Now the fire behind was already burning, so how could they rush out? Only by moving forward can you survive!"

"Explosive? Fire Attack?" Yan Fu's heart was suffocated, and when he loosened his hands, the man immediately slipped away like a rat.

Yan Fu stayed in place, sweating like rain. He looked up and looked back and forth, but saw thick smoke rising from behind, screaming in front of him, cutting off from front and back, as if he was at a dead end.

He was a civil servant and didn't know about military affairs. He came here as an envoy, not a war. The imperial guard general who led the troops had just died in the pit in front of him. The Song army of two thousand people had no heads. He was confused and didn't know how to deal with such a mess.

"Sir, go up the mountain!" There was a veteran in the guard who was following him. Seeing this, he didn't care about the superiority and inferiority. He pulled Yan Fu and ran up the mountain. He was blocked from front and back, and there was no way to move forward and retreat. Fortunately, the mountains on both sides were not steep, so there was still some hope to climb up.

Yan Fu was already in a state of despair and could not even move his legs. The guards half-pulled and half-raised, hugging him and running up the mountain. The stone rain in the woods had stopped. The Song soldiers held the idea of ​​dying from both sides and striking for a while and rushing towards the mountain with no chance.

Changsun Hong stood in the bushes and took a few steps forward. His black armor was like a black hole sucking in the sunlight shining from the mountain. He broke away from the shade of the woods. His tall body was very eye-catching on the hillside.

Yan Fu saw it immediately. He blinked, obviously not understanding what this man in black armor came from.

Under Changsun Hong's ghost mask, his emotionsless eyes were as quiet as ice water. He raised the long knife in his hand from his waist, drew a semicircle, and raised it high above his head.

"kill!"

The next second, a thunderous roar sounded, accompanied by a long sword slashed into the air. Changsun Hong shouted: "Kneel down and avoid death!"

"Kneel down and avoid death!"

Countless black-armored soldiers emerged from the woods, and a row of crossbow arrows were first scattered, with shield hands in front, crossbow hands behind, and spearmen second. The barbarian army was like a piece of grass that suddenly grew, and instantly formed a human wall on the mountains on both sides.

Instead of rushing down to kill people, they slowly pressed down. Behind the shield wall, the crossbowman aimed carefully, launched accurately, and loaded in an orderly manner. Due to the terrain, it was difficult for the Song army crossbowman below to cross the shield to shoot the Shimen Fan crossbowman behind, but the Shimen Fan crossbowman could easily hit the Song army.

This battle is difficult to fight.

In the era of cold weapons, there are two things that are fighting for. One is the spirit of spirit and morale that is like a rainbow and swallows thousands of miles. The battle is always good. One is possible to fight five. The Song army has now been ambushed by a sudden pit explosion and ambush. The main general died again, and of course he lost his spirit.

Once morale falls, you have to compete for the second thing: discipline.

If an army in a bad style has strict military discipline and well-trained iron rules, the soldiers would rather die in battle than retreat, even if they were not good, they could still be invincible. The soldiers under Yan Fu obviously did not meet such conditions.

So the battle situation fell one-sidedly.

"Kneel down and avoid death!"

Changsun Hong's crossbow arrows did not shoot out a few waves, and the black armored soldiers had not yet reached the bottom of the valley. Song soldiers, who were kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, had already kneeled down in a large area.

Yan Fu was also among them, wrapped in a group of Song soldiers trembling. He was very panicked. Everyone in front of him had an unknown person with iron face covering his face, and he didn't even know who the person was.

Seeing that the situation had been controlled, the black-armored soldiers who were pressing down did not continue to march downwards, but stopped on the hillside with a long horn, and put a long spear on the shield. Except for the slogan "Kneel down and avoid death" and shooting arrows at the Song soldiers who were still running around, there was no sign of coming down to fight.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Fu's eyes rolled: "Do you want to capture us? Extort money from the Song Dynasty?"

This idea is not unfounded. In the past, the envoys of the Song court went to the grassland and foreign countries, and were occasionally taken hostage by some tribes. The Song Dynasty had to pay a certain amount of gold and silver items before they could take the people back, otherwise they would not let them go.

But that was only happening on the desert grassland. It is still in Henan, why did you encounter it?

Judging from the clothes and armor of this gang of murderers, they are very different from those of the grassland tribe.

Who is it?

Just as Yan Fu was making random guesses, a team of horse hooves from the valley behind woke him up. He turned his head to look and saw a team of cavalrymen wearing black armor running over there, with spears like a forest. A leader of the horse was hanging a bloody head around his neck.

The human head is very special, with no hair on the top of the head, unlike the hairstyle of the Han people, but it is a bit... like the head shape of the Mongolian people.

Yan Fu thought for a while, rubbed his eyes, then stood up and looked over anxiously.

The cavalry team also ran closer, turned a corner in front of Yan Fu and ran towards the hillside. From Yan Fu's perspective, he could clearly see the head shaking around the horse's neck.

The head was tied to the horse with a whip. Although he had not been together for a long time, only ten days, Yan Fu still immediately identified who the head belonged to.

"Plop!"

Yan Fu's face turned pale, and his whole body seemed to be pulled away by an invisible hand at that moment. His whole body softened like mud, and suddenly he knelt on the ground.

"Oh my God... they killed him... they killed him!" Yan Fu's empty eyes were covered in ashes, and he raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed at the horse. At first it was a whisper of Jade, and then he cried: "They killed Kublai Khan! They killed Kublai Khan!"
Chapter completed!