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A horse galloped, leaping over the fire scattered on the battlefield, and ran straight to the falling rocks.

The mountain road ahead has been blocked.

It raised its front hooves and let out a mournful cry.

"Eh??!"

Fortunately, the wood and rocks thrown from the cliff did not hit it.

Its owner has been buried in the mountain road...

Several Mongolian and Han soldiers struggled to lift Wang Zuochen's body and wanted to retreat eastward.

Wood and rocks fell on them again.

"Peng!"

…

Ma Dexi closed his eyes and stopped looking at Wang Zuochen's smashed body.

He turned around and ran away again, his steps staggering.

After running a few dozen steps eastward, I heard a colleague crying loudly in front of me.

"Surrender! Stop fighting! Stop fighting..."

Ma Dexi was stunned.

Fight? No one from the Song Army was seen.

He fell to the ground and was too lazy to get up again. He was too tired after struggling all day and night.

"Just die."

Gradually, more and more comrades came, crying towards the top of the mountain.

By noon, they had gathered into a crowd of three hundred.

Some of them came from further east. They said that there were trees and rocks falling down from a few miles away, and they didn't dare to go there. They had no idea what was happening to the army in front of them.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that they are the only ones left in these ten miles of mountain road.

Ma Dexi felt even more desperate and shouted loudly along with her colleagues, hoping to end this as soon as possible.

"Surrender! Stop fighting..."

~~

"Surrender!"

The mountain road stretches for more than three hundred miles to the east, and sounds like this can be heard from time to time.

At the foot of Pandao Mountain, more than 600 people were also shouting in unison.

Where they gathered, four or five miles in front and behind, there were still fireballs falling.

The Song army's offensive has lasted for a day and a night. Anyone who dared to attack the mountain or poke their heads out was dead, including their general.

Forty thousand people were cut into more than forty sections. The soldiers kept running for their lives, and finally hid in one place, completely unaware of the battle situation.

How many enemies are there? How many friendly forces are left?

No one dared to explore.

Looking up, I saw towering mountains.

It seemed like they were the only ones left in the world, and the condescending Song army.

Helpless, desperate.

Some soldiers raised their heads and picked up water bags, but not a drop of water fell.

The West Han River is a few miles to the west, but I dare not cross it.

He had no choice but to put down his water bag and continue shouting.

"Everyone surrendered!"

"..."

Until dusk.

A horn sounded in the mountains, which was particularly long.

The soldiers were horrified, quickly held their heads and shrank to the edge of the cliff.

After a long time, the long horn finally stopped.

However, the Song army's offensive was not seen, and the offensive that lasted for two days and one night stopped.

Then, another horn sounded in the distance, still long...

~~

Throughout the ambush battle, Li Xia did not have much overall command, because the terrain of Qishan Road was long and dangerous, and they did not fight in a square formation.

Therefore, before the war, he had clearly surveyed all the terrain and made plans, so that during the war, he could independently command each ambush point.

Having said that, Li Xia is still fully prepared.

He ordered two hundred militiamen to disperse among the mountains and forests of the six hundred miles of Shu Road. They did not need to do anything else but blow the horns.

For two days and one night, the trumpet was blown only three times.

Once at the beginning of the ambush, with the roar of cannons and the sound of trumpets, the signal to start the war was passed.

Then, when night falls, all ambush points are reminded to throw stone-fat fireballs to illuminate the mountain roads to prevent the Mongolian army from attacking the mountains at night, and to allow the soldiers to start taking turns to rest.

The last time was at this time, the evening after the ambush began.

A long rhythm means beginning to accept surrender.

But if there are still enemies trying to resist, the corresponding ambush point will respond with a short horn, requesting support and encirclement and suppression.

not at all.

The long horn spread far away, and then came back again...

To Lu Xiufu, this voice was like the sound of nature.

He asked for orders to surrender together with Gao Nianfeng, tied a rope around his waist and climbed down.

Halfway up the mountain, Gao Nianfeng started shouting, ordering the Mongolian and Han troops at the foot of the mountain to take off their armor, put down their weapons, and asked them to tie their horses to the mountain road...

"Remember! If one of you dares to hide a weapon, everyone will die!"

Amidst the clanging sounds, the weapons on the mountain road gradually piled higher.

Gao Nianfeng then shouted: "Okay! Everyone retreat two miles away, hold your heads, and squat down! Wait until tomorrow morning! By the way, you have rations to share! No looting, I will give it to you tomorrow after being escorted.

food!"

They were in no hurry to escort the prisoners.

As long as you occupy the commanding heights, the prisoners cannot escape in this terrain.

What they need to do that night is for the soldiers under their command to collect their weapons and armor, eat well, rest well, treat their injuries, and wait until dawn before escorting the prisoners who are even more hungry and weak.

Lu Xiufu counted the weapons all night, and when the sky was bright, he reported the number of weapons to Li Xia.

At the end, he sighed: "There are only 300 prisoners left out of 1,500 people. Is this too much?"

"That's not how it was calculated."

Li Xia took a nap, got up, rubbed his eyes, and said: "We are at the tail end here. The enemy always wants to rush out, such as Wang Zuochen. Therefore, there are more casualties, and the other ambush points will not be as bad as this."

Lu Xiufu counted with his fingers and murmured: "Jie Shuai... He killed nearly 20,000 lives in two days, how can he bear it?"

He was not questioning, but asking for advice.

"How can I bear it?" Li Xia rubbed his face, as if he had just woken up and looked a little dull, and said, "I can't bear it either. I have no choice."

After that, he summoned Gao Nianfeng and Louhu and ordered them to escort the prisoners.

Lu Xiufu asked again to go with him.

Li Xia said: "That's fine, you go ahead and save those who can be saved."

Lu Xiufu was puzzled and asked again: "Two hundred soldiers have gone down the mountain, doesn't Marshal Jie go in person?"

Li Xia was silent for a moment and said: "I won't go..."

~~

It is not difficult to escort the prisoners, just tie them in a string with ropes.

Lu Xiufu was recording the names and place of origin of the prisoners when he suddenly heard painful groans.

"help me……"

He turned around and saw a Mongolian and Han soldier pressed under a large rock not far away.
To be continued...