With a soft sound, a bag of earth rose up on the ground, and then quietly broke open.
A Mongolian soldier stuck his head out, looked around, and then immediately retracted.
"The Song army was unprepared."
"Quick! Get up"
He climbed out quickly.
To the left was the city wall that once made people despair, and he was already in the city.
Soon, another Mongolian soldier emerged from the tunnel.
"Go up one by one, don't rush to attack, gather first. If any Song troops find out, shoot them immediately," Zhang Yun ordered.
After that, he turned around and said, "Tell General Xi."
In the tunnel that was more than a hundred feet long, the Mongolian soldiers passed the news backwards one by one, and finally, it was passed to Xi Yuanyong.
"Quick, tell Shi Shuai!"
After Xi Yuanyong gave his instructions, he climbed forward step by step.
He is very brave and has a strong body. It is very uncomfortable to be squeezed in the tunnel, but he is full of confidence for tonight.
Behind him, a sentry climbed down from the cliff and ran to report the news to Shi Tianze.
"Shi Shuai, the Song people didn't notice! General Zhang has entered the city, and General Xi is also preparing to enter the city."
"good!"
Shi Tianze was overjoyed and began to give orders.
"Zhang Yun will open the Qisheng Gate, and Xi Yuanyong will kill at the West Gate of Zhen."
"Haha, Song Jun really didn't expect it!"
"Everyone, the city can only be destroyed tonight. You must do your best to clear the obstacles in front of the Khan to pacify the southeast!"
"I am willing to die for the Great Khan!"
The generals were excited and took orders to send out troops one after another.
From this, most of the Mongolian troops began to quietly gather to the west and northwest of Diaoyu City.
At the same time, someone was quietly approaching Shizishan.
Shizishan is located five miles east of Diaoyu City, on the bank of the Jialing River.
Because Brother Meng's tent is stationed on the top of the mountain, Zhengzu Mountain has been guarded.
There is a bonfire burning in the camp. Looking from a distance, the outline of the mountain is reflected in the light of the fire in front of the river. The scenery is beautiful.
But this is a murderous night.
The Mongolian general responsible for guarding the mountain road tonight is called "Muhuali", which has the same name as the general Muhuali during the reign of Genghis Khan.
There are many people with the same name in Mongolia, but Muhuali is actually from Dangxiang.
His father's original name was "Qu Yide" and he was a minister of Xixia. After surrendering to Genghis Khan, he changed his Mongolian name to "Chahan" and helped Mongolia pacify Xixia.
Chahan gave his son a Mongolian name, and the family fully integrated into Mongolia.
There are thousands of households in Muhuali, and it seems that the general position is not high.
But Meng Ge's guard and the cowardly Xue Army Qianhu are definitely different from other route armies. Ordinary Han army marshals have to bow their heads in front of Mu Huali.
With such a high status, Muhuali still worked conscientiously when serving as Meng Ge's guard.
Although it is hard work, if you persist for another year or two, your future will be bright.
An example that can be referred to is Uliang Hetai, who was also born in Suwei, the Great Khan.
Although Muhuali's background was somewhat worse than that of Wulianghetai, he was definitely not only the marshal of the capital, but also the Marquis of Ten Thousand Households after being entrusted.
He is not as arrogant and unlucky as Wu Liang He Tai.
Tonight, Shi Tianze was making a surprise attack on Diaoyu City, and there would be good news soon. Mu Huali did not dare to relax, so he sat on the big rock on the mountain road, drinking wine and singing songs.
"Tiger roars, warriors wield swords. Today we are young, tomorrow we will be old."
The singing in Mongolian is floating and quite pleasant.
Suddenly, someone sang loudly in the dark mountain road ahead.
"Under the golden tent, the territory is vast. Why fight against each other? Exploit each other."
This person obviously has no talent for singing, and his tune is very bad.
But his voice is still very young and pleasant, and his Mongolian words are correct and full of boldness.
Konohana laughed, stood up, and sang with the other party.
"The source of the Onan River is a holy spring. Our clan is prosperous and our descendants are multiplying!"
After singing a song, Muhuali burst out laughing.
He looked at the figure walking in the darkness and asked: "Hahaha, which general is returning to camp?"
"Boerhu's son, Bat'er, is the deputy Qianhu of Tuluhua Army."
The other party's tone was full of pride and asked: "Which general is guarding the camp?"
"The son of Chahan lives in Muhuali. He is a great Khan and guards the army. He is afraid of Xue's army, which has thousands of households."
"How is General Konohana?"
"well!"
"Are you in good health?"
"Kangjian!" Konohana laughed again.
This is a greeting between Mongolian nobles, which has not been heard on this damn battlefield for a while.
Every day, there are only those impatient generals shouting "When will we capture this mountain city cursed by the Immortal Sky?" This is annoying and annoying to death.
On the opposite side, Battle has stepped out of the darkness.
He is tall and handsome, with a full beard and two braids hanging from his helmet, giving him a strong prairie style.
"It's a pity that I can't ask the general whether the water and grass will be plentiful and the livestock will be fat this summer," Battle said.
Muhuali liked this greeting full of Mongolian customs so much.
After all, as a descendant of Dangxiang, no matter how Mongolian he is, he is always a little unconfident in his bones.
"Although we are not on the grassland, I believe the livestock will be very fat this year. When the Great Khan robs Lin'an's treasures and women, life will be even happier!"
Muhuali laughed and asked again: "Battle, why haven't I seen you before?"
"General Muhuali, have you forgotten me?!" Battelle was surprised, "Can't you remember my name?"
To be honest, Borhu and Bater are the most common names in Mongolia.
In Muhuali, who is Meng Ge's guard, I have heard of more than ten people named Battle, but I really can't remember which one they are.
He had no choice but to throw the wine bag in his hand.
"Hahaha, it turns out it's you, Battle, I'll buy you a drink!"
Barter took the wine bag and drank from it.
Konohana said: "But the talisman still needs to be verified."
"I don't dare to embarrass my brother Muhuali."
Barter smiled, still holding the wine bag in one hand, and reaching into his arms with the other hand.
He took out a shining golden talisman.
Muhuali was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and reached out to pick it up.
"Golden Tiger Talisman? My good Anda, you said you are Qianhu"
The next moment, the wine bag suddenly pierced his face!
"Bang!"
"puff!"
A dagger stabbed down, suddenly piercing Mu Huali's throat, and blood spurted out.
Until her death, Konohana still didn't understand what was going on.
Maybe you can go to the Immortal Heaven and ask Wu Liang Hetai how to go from being the Great Khan's guardian to becoming a famous general in the world.
The surrounding Mongolian soldiers were stunned when they saw that Battle had pulled out his long sword from his waist.
The personal guards behind him suddenly pounced like tigers.
"kill!"
The nine-pin white banner is still fluttering in the night wind, full of majesty.
It symbolizes that the supreme Khan of the Great Mongolia is stationed here.
Among them, the two nine-headed white flags standing in front of the golden tent on the mountainside guided the direction of the Song army who came to steal the camp tonight.
Wang Jian raised the knife in his hand and came out of the darkness.
He walked resolutely, his steps were big and fast, and he had reached the camp gate in an instant.
Li Xia, who had just pretended to be "Battle" to defraud the door, was holding a long sword and killing people non-stop.
Li Xia did not slash randomly with his sword, but walked calmly. Every time he thrust out his sword, he could hit a Mongolian soldier in the throat.
Wang Jian was different. He slashed wildly with the broadsword in his hand, killing a Mongolian soldier who had not yet reacted. He was like a god and demon dancing wildly, with great force.
"Kill the Tatar Lord!"
Wang Jian took the lead and rushed directly to the Chinese army's tent on the mountainside, regardless of the soldiers behind him.
The sixty-year-old man moved quickly, and there was no sign that he had been seriously injured not long ago.
"Follow the general!"
Pang Shunzhong roared, followed Wang Jian closely, and helped him kill the Mongolian troops on both sides.
"Golden tent! Golden tent!"
"kill!"
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It's not that Wang Jian is reckless and doesn't know how to command, but the most important thing about this kind of night attack is the word "quick".
The Mongolian army launched an offensive in the northwest of Diaoyu City tonight. The timid Xue army guarding Meng Ge would never have thought that the Song army would appear here like a magical force descending from the sky.
So, at the beginning, it was the time when the Mongolian army was in the most chaos.
It's also the only opportunity that fleets.
Must hold on.
Only by Wang Jian taking the lead can the death squads enter the golden tent as quickly as possible
The killing cry quickly reached the second line of defense on the hillside.
On the hillside, the Qixue Army general responsible for defending the second line of defense was named "Ata Chi".
Atachi was shocked.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" There were Mongolian soldiers running towards this side at the foot of the mountain.
"Speak clearly!" Atachi roared: "Where did the enemy come from?!"
"ah!"
The Mongolian soldier who was still running was suddenly hit by a crossbow arrow in the crook of his knee and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.
Atachi doesn’t need to ask anymore.
He had already seen the Song army rushing out of the darkness.
The leader of the Song Army held a big sword in his hand and was invincible.
I saw him slashing with his sword, killing the soldier who reported the news, and running wildly towards the camp on the hillside.
"Quick! Let go"
In the blink of an eye, more and more Song soldiers appeared in the night.
"Fire the arrow!"
"Ehxiute!"
Atachi didn't even understand what was happening.
But there is no doubt that these people came to assassinate the Great Khan.
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"
A row of Mongolian soldiers quickly raised their bows and arrows, aiming at the Song army.
By the time they were setting their arrows, the Song army had already rushed into the area half an arrow away from them.
"Puff puff"
Arrows rained down.
"Protect the general!" Pang Shunzhong shouted.
"Leave me alone! Kill Brother Meng!"
Facing the rain of arrows, Wang Jian kept running, lowered his head, put his helmet in front of him, and continued running.
"Ding!"
"Ding ding ding ding"
"Puff puff"
An arrow hit Wang Jian's helmet, but he ignored it, not even looking at the dead soldiers behind him.
With just one round of arrows, he was already in front of the Mongolian army.
"Bang!"
Wang Jian jumped up, smashed the fence of the village, rolled to the ground, and knocked down several Mongolian soldiers.
Pang Shunzhong followed him closely. When he saw what was happening, his sword flew wildly in his hand, killing the Mongolian soldiers who were attacking Wang Jian.
"Kill him!"
Every order Wang Jian gave was always directed to the golden tent ahead, without any regard for his own safety.
This created a strong murderous aura.
Keep moving forward!
Most of Xue's troops were Mongolian nobles and could not understand Chinese.
However, they could feel the terrifying murderous intent of this Song army.
When fighting, we fight with this kind of momentum.
The Mongolian army continued to attack the city, and the army was anxious. Then it was suddenly attacked. This was the most panicked moment.
Facing such a fierce general again, their movements became much slower.
"Kill them! Kill them!"
Atachi was still shouting wildly, and ordered people to go up and kill Wang Jian.
However, Wang Jian sacrificed his life to boost morale, while Atachi relied on roaring, which was incomparable.
"Puff puff"
In hand-to-hand combat, most of those killed were Mongolian soldiers.
Wang Jian didn't care at all how many Mongolian troops he killed, so he got up and quickly rushed towards the golden tent ahead.
Only those who dare to stand in his way will face his wildly slashing sword.
If Wang Jian was like a rock when he was commanding at Diaoyu City, now he is like a sharp arrow.
The force is as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder.