Of course, the Mongolian army sentry horses would not go around announcing that the Great Khan was dead, and Lizhou did not get the details at all.

This kind of matter must be discussed in detail by the kings and marshals face to face.

Li Tingwang had only heard that a Song army pretended to be a Shi Jiajun and deceived his brother Li Tingyu into joining Diaoyu City to aid him. Both Wang Dechen and Li Tingyu died in the battle.

Later, news of the Mongolian army's defeat came, and Jianmen Pass fell into the hands of the enemy.

In his opinion, it was Liu Heima who received the news of the defeat of his army and retreated from Micang Road. The Song army in Chengdu pursued them and turned around to take Jianmen Pass.

Therefore, in this battle, Li Tingwang did not know himself or the enemy.

This is an intelligence gap.

What Li Xia wants to grasp is this gap.

Perhaps soon, Li Xia's reputation will spread, and all Mongolian armies will be more cautious when facing him.

But not yet.

Li Tingwang underestimated the enemy and was lax. He did not discover the Song army's tunnels, and the victory or defeat was determined.

…

"Kill it!"

Pifeng roared and led the Song army who came out of the tunnel to the city gate.

Amidst the sound of "keke", one after another Song troops were seen arrayed in front.

"Bang!"

The suspension bridge fell down and the Song army rushed into the city.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"The Song Dynasty regained its lost territory without harming the people! Everyone put down their swords and weapons..."

"Those armed with weapons will be killed without mercy!"

The shouts spread, and sporadic screams also sounded from time to time.

…

When Li Tingwang was startled, he put on his armor and came out to take a look. He saw the city was filled with flames. Before the five thousand defenders could fully react, less than half of them had abandoned their weapons and surrendered.

The sound of horses neighing was heard. It was a group of Mongolian Orlu troops galloping towards the North City.

Soon, the sound of fighting came from the north of the city.

The general of the Song Army didn't even understand the principle of encircling three towers...

Li Tingwang stood there blankly.

He never thought that he would be defeated so easily.

I thought about surrendering, but also thought about the Wang family's overwhelming kindness.

To be honest, his allegiance is not to Mongolia, but to the Wang family.

Finally, Li Tingwang picked up the knife and finally led the last bodyguard to kill towards the north...

"Warriors! Charge forward!"

There are fewer and fewer personal guards following him.

Because as long as you are Han, you can live without wearing armor or holding weapons.

The Song army had been shouting for more than ten days, saying that they would transport people to Chengdu to divide the fields for farming.

As soon as the city was broken and one man surrendered, more and more people began to take off their armor.

Who said Song Jun’s words were useless?

Li Tingwang felt sad and fought all the way to the north of the city, but there were only a dozen people left around him.

The arrows were shot down mercilessly.

"Kill!"

"..."

Li Tingwang was finally chopped to the ground.

The two guards held him down and covered him with their bodies before he died.

"General...disarm...survive..."

Not far away, the Song Army was still finishing up the corpses on the ground, and a "pop" sound was heard from time to time.

Li Tingwang really didn't know what choice to make.

Suddenly, Mongolian language sounded from ahead.

"Are you all Mongolians?"

"Exiute, the warriors of the grassland will not surrender to the lamb... uh..."

"Don't show off like this. Let me tell you some news. Brother Meng is dead... Yes, your noble Khan was poisoned to death by his brother Kublai Khan..."

"impossible!"

"Don't worry about the possibility. Go ahead and rush back to the grassland and tell Brother Alibu that the Song Dynasty is willing to negotiate peace with him if he is the Khan of the Great Mongolia."

"Do you understand? The Song Dynasty wants to have peace talks with Ali Bu Ge. You can just say this. However, the Wang family belongs to Kublai Khan. You can't enter Lizhou or you will be killed."

"Need a horse? Okay, give it back to you. The new Great Khan will reward you heavily. Your pasture will be endless as far as the eye can see, and the sheep will be as numerous as the clouds in the sky... Go back to the grassland, back to your home.

, thinking about yurts and milk tea, don’t look back, or you will die.”

"..."

The man spoke Mongolian very well, fluently and elegantly.

Li Tingwang raised his head from under the corpse and looked around.

What he saw was a tall and upright figure, and the other person turned around and saw him.

~~

"You and Li Tingyu look very similar." Li Xia said.

"Do you recognize my eldest brother?"

Li Xia did not answer. He looked at Li Tingwang for a while and said, "If you are willing to be an ordinary Han citizen, I will send you to Zhaotong City to farm or teach..."

"Do you recognize...my brother?" Li Tingwang tried his best to hold himself up and asked, "Aren't you from Chengdu?"

"What I said, won't you agree?"

"Tell me! Do you recognize my brother?!" Li Tingwang yelled, dragging his injured leg and trying to step forward.

Li Xia raised his hand to stop the soldiers who were trying to kill Li Tingwang.

"Li Tingyu talked to me a lot... He said that Sichuan is a vast country and sparsely populated. Mongolia should appease the people and be kind to the expulsions. It is strictly forbidden for the Mongols to drive the Han army like slaves."

"You are from Diaoyu City...you killed my brother and the commander? Is it you? I feel it..."

"You brothers have read books and understand etiquette. If you are willing to agree to go..."

"I don't agree!" Li Tingwang roared: "I will kill you! To avenge my brother..."

"Kill him and give him a generous burial."

Li Xia gave the order, turned around, patted a Mongolian prisoner on the head, and continued to ask: "Don't you really want to go back to Haraholin?"

Behind him, Li Tingwang's body fell to the ground...

~~

Liu Jinsuo dug a hole in the ground.

"Phew!" He breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "After killing so many enemies, why did Alang think of giving him a grand burial?"

"The situation is different." Li Xia said, "In a desperate situation, we don't have time to recruit enemy generals. We have been in desperate situations before. In the future, we will encounter more and more people who are likely to surrender, so we must make a show of it first.

"

"Huh? I thought Alang respected him."

"That's not true. His brother also buried Zhang Zi, the guard of Liyi City, and he just reciprocated the favor."

Liu Jinsuo was puzzled and muttered: "When will the Mongolian and Han troops surrender?"

"The time has not come yet." Li Xia responded casually: "But it will be soon. When we take Hanzhong, we will start to gain momentum, a momentum that belongs to us..."

~~

"When I take Hanzhong, it will be the same as becoming a king..."

Lu Wende murmured to himself, as if motivating himself, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

"Brother, we really can't continue the fight." Lu Wenfu urged from the side: "Langzhong City's defenses are dilapidated and cannot be defended at all. If we don't retreat, we will be surrounded by Mongolian cavalry."

"Withdraw." Lu Wende said.
To be continued...