Wang Weizheng was absent-minded for a long time.

When he was in Gongchang, he learned that his father had died in battle, but he did not know which Song general was responsible. At that time, even the Mongolian troops in Diaoyu City did not know Li Xia's name at all, so Brother Meng urgently summoned him to see him.

He went south to Lizhou and learned that the Mongolian army had been defeated in Diaoyu City, so he stationed himself there and waited for specific news.

During these days of fighting with Li Xia, Wang Weizheng had no idea that the Song general Li Xia who was the same age as him on the other side of the river... was actually the enemy who killed his father.

Oh, I even lent him a book, as if it was a beautiful story that left the scent of ink on the battlefield.

It makes endless anger surge up!

It was not until a long time later that Wang Weizheng was able to calm down and think about how to kill Li Xia.

But you don’t really need to think about it.

The city has thick walls, plenty of food and grass, and is supported by 10,000 strong soldiers... No matter how you look at it, Li Xia will definitely be defeated.

"Father has a spirit in heaven. Let's see my son avenge you!"

The sixth day of the first lunar month.

The Lizhou Army, which received reinforcements from Hanzhong, changed its previous cautious style and began to counterattack the Song Army.

The Battle of Lizhou seems to have really begun at this time.

However, it was different from the expected scene of the Song army attacking and the Mongolian army defending. Instead, the Mongolian army mainly attacked and the Song army mainly defended.

The Mongolian army ships sailed out from Lizhou Pier and once again forced the Song army's position on the other side.

On the top of the mountain on the west bank, the artillery carts occupied by the Song army began to take effect, and they kept firing wood and rocks at the Mongolian ships.

As soon as the war started, it completely broke the previous peace and became violent suddenly.

A large number of corpses are dumped on the Jialing River every day.

On the sixth day of the lunar month, the Mongolian army destroyed 32 ships under artillery and stone attacks, and lost more than 2,000 servants. The Song army suffered more than 400 casualties.

On the seventh day of the lunar month, the Mongolian army destroyed 26 ships and lost less than 2,000 servants. The Song army suffered nearly 500 casualties.

The eighth day of the lunar month...

The Song army's wood, stone and arrows were getting less and less, and the number of casualties in battle was increasing.

After the Mongolian army exhausted the Song army, they began to send out combat troops and gradually gained the upper hand...

The eleventh day of the first lunar month.

"Bang!"

Huge boulders were thrown from the gun carriage on the top of the mountain and hit a battle boat on the river. The boat capsized and more than a hundred Mongolian troops fell into the water.

From time to time, big rocks would hit the river, and water would splash on the river, but it was much sparser than the previous few days.

"Help..."

"keep going!"

Li Cuo, the general of the Mongolian army, shouted, stood at the head of the battle, and ordered the boatman to continue rowing towards the west bank.

Li Cuo was Li Tingwang's personal soldier, and he originally came to Lizhou to report the news.

Unexpectedly, before people could go back, Zhaohua City had been lost and Li Tingwang had been killed in the battle.

Li Cuo was so angry that he vowed to avenge Li Tingwang, so he asked to be the vanguard.

A general like him who was promoted as a personal soldier could not lead many soldiers, so Wang Hanchen only allocated two thousand servants to him to consume the Song army's wood, stone, and arrows.

It's a pity for those who died, but Li Cuo is still alive today.

He relied on his bravery and insisted on making more great achievements.

"Ashore!"

The warship just docked, and Li Cuo led his men to kill him.

He slashed hard with the scimitar in his hand and killed a Song soldier in an instant.

"Guard the river defense!" A Song military commander saw that there were Mongolian ships coming ashore under the cannon stones, and he quickly raised his troops to defend.

Li Cuo could see that they were very tired.

After all, the Song army had less than 8,000 men, while the Mongolian army had more than 40,000 men taking turns fighting.

"Kill them!"

…

"clang!"

The scimitar and the spear intersected, and the two soldiers and horses quickly clashed.

"Fire the arrow!"

On the Jialing River, more than ten warships floated quickly.

This was a small group of elite Mongolian troops who finally reached the river bank while the Song army was short of wood and stone.

"Puff puff."

The Song army behind screamed and fell down.

The small Song army that clashed with Li Cuo was quickly surrounded by the Mongolian army who came up to support them, and struggled to hold on.

"Die!"

After another fierce battle for a long time, Li Cuo finally killed the Song general with one slash of his sword.

"Ah!" The dozens of surrounded Song troops were furious, and they raised their spears to kill...

"Yutian!"

Liu Jinsuo had just killed the Mongolian troops on his defensive line, led his troops to support Yu Tian, ​​and was running wildly.

Unexpectedly, he saw Yu Tian fell under General Meng's sword, and Liu Jinsuo was in mourning.

He suddenly remembered that when he was at Jianmen Pass, Yu Tian was still practicing hard to attack the city.

As a result, the ladder has not even been set up yet...

"Damn you! Go to hell!"

In just six words, Liu Jinsuo moved like flying, and he had already reached Li Cuo.

Li Cuo was thinking in his heart, "Qianhu, have you seen this? I want to avenge you..."

Before he could stop this thought, a spear was thrust towards him.

Li Cuo tried his best to block it, but the opponent was so strong that he attacked with anger, and it actually penetrated his breastplate.

"Death!"

Liu Jinsuo roared angrily and continued to charge towards the Mongolian army in front, looking like a mad tiger...

"Report! Yu Tian died in battle..."

On the battlefield, Li Xia closed his eyes and quickly opened them again.

"Give me the order, Mao Yi'er will lead the people on top."

"yes."

Li Xia quickly ordered again: "If you press the fort on the top of the mountain again, you must kill and injure the Mongolian army..."

Suddenly, a sentry horse came running from the south.

"General! Yang Ben at Kuzhu Pass and Song He at Jianmen Pass sent people at the same time..."

"explain."

"Wang Zhongchen has led more than 20,000 troops to storm Jianmen Pass!"

Li Xia suddenly turned his head.

It was the first time that the sentry horse saw his eyes like this.

Like...a gambler staring at the dice about to open?

"Li Xia, go to hell, go to hell!"

On top of Lizhou City, Wang Weizheng had completely lost his original grace and grace. He clenched his fists and kept cursing in his heart.

He can obviously win this battle.

Li Xia will be trapped in death because of his arrogance.

Do you underestimate the national power of the Great Mongolia and think that once the Great Khan dies, you can do whatever you want?

Since the war between Mongolia and Song Dynasty, no city occupied by a Mongolian prince has been able to be attacked by these weak Song people.

Countless thoughts flashed through Wang Weizheng's mind, and he couldn't help himself.

"Report!"

"Report...to the Commander-in-Chief..."
To be continued...