Shandong led by Han Zhenhan to manage Shandong by Wen Tianxiang, who had a good relationship with him, was protected by Jia Sidao, who was favored by the court. It is really not a question of the heavens that Wen Tianxiang could become a prince, but the problem is that Wen Tianxiang himself, and whether he would accept being in harmony with Jia Sidao was the foundation of this plan.

"It's time for me to move!"

When Han Zhenhan finished speaking, Wen Tianxiang was full of doubts. Han Zhenhan's intention was actually only Zhang Sanfeng. Wen Tianxiang just thought Han Zhenhan would help Li Yan. Even if Han Zhenhan surrendered to Mongolia, Wen Tianxiang knew that Han Zhenhan must have his ideas. You must know how could a prince of his great Dali Kingdom surrender to the Mongolian Empire for this small place thousands of miles away? What's more, Dali, which was established now, destroys the original governor of Yunnan Province, and has the new Dali Kingdom.

"Is it a little too late to move now..."

Wen Tianxiang said in confusion. After all, he could not guess Han Zhenhan's true intentions. Moreover, when Han Zhenhan said this, he didn't know whether Han Zhenhan was going to attack the 17-way army to fight against the army, and was still going to give Li Yan a chance to behind his back, because Wen Tianxiang felt that Han Zhenhan was transferred to fight Shandong, which must be to marry Princess Ruiguo and achieve the goal of marrying the Song Dynasty. So it was reasonable to beat Li Yan. After all, there was one more person around Li Yan, Lu Xiufu.

If Lu Xiufu successfully helped Li Yan occupy the entire Shandong Road, then Princess Ruiguo would not have anything to do with Han Zhenhan. Just when Wen Tianxiang was thinking about how to put the overall situation first and how to convince Han Zhenhan not to hit Li Yan, Han Zhenhan spoke.

"We went north to encircle the seventeen-root army, and ended the war in this battle..."

Just such a simple sentence, Wen Tianxiang's heart became confused again. This Han Zhenhan really made him unable to understand. Could it be that Han Zhenhan didn't know that Lu Xiufu was in Li Yu's army? I guessed just now that the reinforcements Li Yu received were Lu Xiufu's people. Could it be that he was really for the good of the Song Dynasty?

While Wen Tianxiang was still stunned, Han Zhenhan had already taken his men out. At this time, it was really too late to catch up. The sound of horns from various commanders gathered to gather troops in the small town where Han Zhenhan and others stationed, and the post posts set up by Han Zhenhan were spread all over the Leling area. The gathering news was quickly transmitted to hundreds of miles through the passers-by and the sound of horns.

All the war horses seized in Shi Tianze's hands were changed to animal power to pull carts. In order to make the purpose of fast movement and quick reflection, Han Zhenhan's vanguard abandoned all the cavalry. All the horses were arranged in various places along the way. For a time, the entire Leling, Dezhou, Linyi, Jinning and other places were filled with smoke and dust. The snowflakes on the road were mixed with ruts and mud. The sound of the driver's car drove the car spread throughout the snow-white and empty earth.

Han Zhenhan led 20,000 vanguards to Xiwuli. The Wuli area was divided into two parts, east and west, because this place was the boundary between Shandong Road and Hejian Road, and Wuli was separated by these two provincial-level units. Han Zhenhan rushed to Xiwuli to intercept the seventeen-way army that fled in panic.

Wen Tianxiang was left in Leling by Han Zhenhan to rectify the reinforcements in the rear. When he gathered 50,000 people, he rushed to the west and rushed to help Han Zhenhan and other troops. Wen Tianxiang was still a novice and a rookie, so he was very obedient to what he asked him to do.

Today is the second day of the second month, which is commonly known as the dragon's head. After nightfall, light snow floated in the sky. The sound of the war horse's nose was filled with fog, and the light of the illuminated fog under the bright torches was clearly seen.

Wen Tianxiang, who felt that he was dispersed while sitting in the carriage, and Han Zhenhan's new wife, sat on the same carriage with Wen Tianxiang, wrapped in a marten bunker, and she never said it even if it was bumpy and uncomfortable.

But Wen Tianxiang's attention was on the army going up the mountain, and he had to sigh again. Han Zhenhan's team was so powerful that he could no longer hear any other sounds except the sound of the coachman's shouting and whipping. The whole team was terrifyingly shocked. However, Wen Tianxiang felt sorry for these war horses and ran for more than a hundred miles in a row. However, when Leling gathered for less than an hour, he rushed to Xiwuli, one hundred and fifty miles away.

At this moment, Han Zhenhan had already run fifty miles with his feet. Of course, Han Zhenhan still had a horse to ride, but Han Zhenhan's personal bodyguard, rushed forward, Shunzi disappeared.

There were still a hundred miles away from the target. Just as Han Zhenhan was rushing to the road with a torch, the vanguard team in front came to the news, saying that a large pair of people were crossing directly in front of them.

"Fight! Chase and fight!"

It had been running dozens of miles, but now it was time to fight again, so the soldiers were of course comfortable. But the military orders were like mountains and they had to fight, not to mention that Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of the team, was on the side.

After chasing and fighting, these soldiers became more and more brave, especially the black uncles who regard running as a common occurrence. At night, you can only see a red dress flashing in front of you.

These Marseille soldiers simply regarded themselves as cavalry, quickly interspersed through them, and then rushed through the enemy team again. This was a fighting method specially designed for them by Han Zhenhan based on their own abilities.

Since the last time he experienced a stunning battle, Han Zhenhan has made great efforts in this team of black uncles of the Marseille. Now they can speak some of the Marseille language language they speak. Han Zhenhan has a very good language talent. And Shunzi's black wife is also a good teacher. You call me Chinese, I call you Marseille dialect, and then train these black uncles. They have their agile figures all the way along the way. Han Zhenhan had an intention to hone these Marseille warriors a few days ago.

And Han Zhenhan also gave them a promise, "Send you home in ten years!"

It was dark and it was impossible to tell who the troops in front were. In short, whether it was Li Yan's or the seventeenth-row army, Han Zhenhan would have to fight. If it was Li Yan's man, Han Zhenhan would never admit that he had beaten them. If it was Li Yan's man, he would have fought right.

This battle was chased for more than ten miles away. When gathering the captured prisoners, Wen Tianxiang had already led tens of thousands of troops to Han Zhenhan.
Chapter completed!