Under the Jinniu Mountain

They only sent one-fifth of them, underestimating them. "

Li Ben wanted to say that it is impossible for you to wipe out all of them in a daze, and history is irreversible.Looking at Wang Zhengju's heroic smiling face under the reflection of the peak fire, he suddenly felt a sense of desolation: life is so ironic.

You think that your agency has taken the lead, but in fact, it has already been written for you in the script.

☆、Chapter 100, Volume [-]

In a not-so-big battle, the Jin soldiers lost [-], and the Mongolian army lost [-]. It can be said that it was a victory with more victories than less, and this was expected.In terms of individual combat ability, no country can defeat Mongolia. The men on the grassland grew up wrestling, and they slashed wildly with a big knife.

Individual combat ability is not something that can be improved just by improving. The per capita physical fitness is there. These Wang Zhengju knows better than anyone else that every victory, no matter how big or small, means paying more blood and lives than Mongolia.

The actual situation at the moment is that there are about 40 Mongolian troops surrounding Sanfeng Mountain, and the number of golden soldiers he brought is less than 30. The third prince brought 15 before, and more than half of the casualties have been counted. There are many troops.

Invincible alone, the total number is still small.In any respect, this is a story that has already written its ending.

After another ten days of waiting, the grain and grass from Bianjing had arrived, and Wang Zhengju ordered to pull out the camp and march towards Sanfeng Mountain.

You can't beat someone head-on, so you can only choose a dangerous place to defend. Everyone knows this truth.

Thinking that this place is the Sanfeng Mountain in the history books, Li Ben felt that he had embarked on a road of no return, but there was no other way. As time passed, history must move forward. Could it be that he suggested changing to Erfeng Mountain? Will it destroy gold?Certainly not possible.

He always has to face what has to come. He only hopes that he can drag his eldest brother to run together when the country is destroyed. Whether it is running to modern times or running to Jinniu Mountain to live in seclusion, as long as he lives.

Not far from Sanfeng Mountain, after only one day of walking, we arrived at the camp that the third prince had built before. After some simple maintenance, more than 30 people from Jin Quanjun lived there.

The two armies have been in a state of no war and no peace, and no one has provoked again. Naturally, no one has given serious warnings or strong condemnations.

Wang Zhengju went to the tent where Li Ben and Ming Chen were living several times, but hesitated to talk. Li Ben guessed that he came to find Ming Chen, but Ming Chen kept pretending to be confused, so he couldn't force him to persuade him.Before coming here, I promised Xiao Ming that he would only care about the eldest brother and not Jin Guo.Now go to help the elder brother and ask Xiao Ming to help fight the war. In addition to breaking his promise, he himself is not very happy: what you are fighting for is the world of your Jin Kingdom. If my Xiao Ming wants to fight, the Hui people will lead the tribe to pull a team , How cool it is to be an emperor by yourself, what's the matter if you sacrifice your life for others.

The stalemate lasted for more than half a month, and it was nearly mid-October, the weather turned cold, and the pigeons that sent back news from Bianjing every day were frozen two days later.

Wang Zhengju sent letters one after another to urge the soldiers to get winter clothes and food. The food and food delivered half a month ago were already in short supply. The gold nobles had been extravagant and lustful for so many years, and the treasury was empty, and they were no longer able to deal with large-scale wars.

The soldiers on the front line are urgently urging supplies, and the imperial court is also overwhelmed with preparations. If it is consumed without war or peace, I am afraid that the entire Jin Kingdom will be dragged down.

Every reply urging food and winter clothes is a urging challenge.

The entire Sanfeng Mountain was occupied by the Golden Army. In mid-October, the northern part of the country had already passed a good autumn season. When an autumn frost fell, the mountains were covered with dead grass and leaves, and there was a rustling sound under the feet.

Li Ben dragged Ming Chen up to the top of the mountain, and he lived a happy life. Since he came to Sanfeng Mountain, how could he not drag his lover to find a stone engraved with so-and-so and so-and-so to visit here.

After recovering from the long-term poison, Li Ben broke out in a cold sweat halfway up, and crawled onto Ming Chen's back with his arms and arms.

"Brother Ming, please analyze the current situation." Li Ben panted on Ming Chen's back.

"Huh?" Ming Chen wanted to turn his head to look at the people behind him. "Why are you suddenly interested in fighting?"

"No, it's enough to stay here. I don't know how long the stalemate will last." Li Ben had indeed stayed here enough. He didn't eat or drink, and it was quite cold.

"The situation is very unfavorable for the Jin army. The number of people in the frontal battle is outnumbered. Sanfeng Mountain is the last pass for the Mongolian army to take Bianjing. Sanfeng Mountain is an isolated mountain that is easy to be surrounded. Now the Mongolian army is confronting the Jin army on one side. If you make a detour to break through Surrounded by the rear, on the Sanfeng Mountain, there is no food and grass, no cold clothes, and we can only wait for death." Ming Chen looked behind the mountain.

"Then how can we cut off the possibility of the Mongolian army outflanking the rear?" Upon hearing Ming Chen's analysis, Li Ben frowned.

"It's very difficult, Jin's rear is not under the influence of the fourth prince, but the third prince is in charge." Ming Chen said.

"..." My own brother wouldn't stab his younger brother in the back at a critical moment of the country's survival. "Will the third prince do that?"

"I don't know. Different situations will make different judgments. If the Jin people dig their own strength, it can only be God's will." Ming Chen put Li Ben on the ground.

The top of the mountain is several degrees colder than the bottom, and you can see the breath you exhale when you speak. This alone means that the temperature on the top of the mountain has reached subzero.The halfway up the mountain is only a few degrees lower, and the soldiers are all wearing single clothes. It is conceivable how inhumane they are in the dilapidated tent that is exposed to the wind on all sides.

"Is there any way?" Li Ben asked again without giving up.

"Yes, killing the third prince and seizing the soldier talisman made this possibility impossible." Ming Chen pulled Li Ben forward a few steps.

"..." What a cruel way, the best way to prevent others from doing things that are not good for you is to kill the other party first. "Autumn here is more beautiful than Lin'an."

"What's the difference?" Ming Chen looked at Li Ben puzzled.

"There are still many green leafy plants in autumn in the south. When I was studying in Lin'an, I often missed the autumn in my hometown. Without the withered, yellow and ruined autumn, I would not cherish the vitality of spring so much." Li Ben picked up two dead leaves on the ground, Clean up the leaves, leaving only the main stem, stuff one into Ming Chen's hands, and hold the other by himself.

"Let's play a game."

"what?"

"Cross like this, pull hard together to see who is stronger. Come!" Li Ben put a hand | between Ming Chen's two arms.

The two of them caught it hard, and the dry stem in Li Ben's hand broke, "You win. I'll find another one, and I'll fight you." He lowered his head to look for a weapon in the pile of dead leaves.

"What kind of hall is this?" Ming Chen found it very interesting, and looked at it with the dry stem in his hand.

"I used to play it when I was young, pulling the big treasure. Whoever sticks to it until the end will be the big treasure." Li Ben found another thick and long dry stem, blew on it with his mouth, and rubbed it a few times. "bring it on."

Ming Chen's withered stem broke in two.

Xiao Ming, who was very self-conscious, immediately lowered his head to look for "Dabao" on the ground.

The two of you came and played with me all afternoon, and they were so tired that they sat on the top of the mountain to watch the sunset when their hands were sore.

The setting sun gilded everything on the mountain, including their faces.

Li Ben looked sideways at Ming Chen's angular silhouette and long golden eyelashes, and suddenly had a crazy idea.

Get up, run to the place closest to the sun, put your hands to your mouth, and shout, "Xiao Ming, I want to take you home—"

"Xiao Ming, I want to take you home—"

"Xiao Ming, I want to take you home—"

Ming Chen smiled and got up to catch up, holding Li Ben in his arms from behind.

"Are you happy—" Li Ben turned his head to look at the people behind him.

Ming Chen covered Li Ben's mouth with his hands, pecked his cheek, and said softly, "I'm willing."

Li Ben broke free from Kai Mingchen's paw, "Why don't you get a little excited?"

"What does it look like to be excited?"

Li Ben turned over in Ming Chen's arms, and made a shape for Ming Chen's face with his hands. "Be happy."

"Hey, hey, to make you happy, why are you biting me... and still biting..." Ming Chen expressed his excitement with his teeth, and two rows of bloody teeth marks were printed on Li Ben's face.

woohoo-

The assembly horn on the mountainside sounded.

"What's the situation? Is there going to be a war?" Li Ben stuck his head out of Ming Chen's arms and looked halfway up the mountain.

Ming Chen took a few steps forward and looked down, "The Mongolian army launched an attack on the mountain."

"What should I do?" Just now, I was returning to You Nong I Nong Qiong Yao's drama, but suddenly it was changed to Shred Devils. Li Ben was a little uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter." Ming Chen pulled Li Ben back to the position where he watched the sunset just now. This position happened to be able to clearly see the Mongolian army coming up from below. "Only 3 to [-] people came, not a large-scale attack."

On the top of the mountain, the two watched the Mongolian army rushing to the halfway up the mountain, and were smashed to the ground by the overwhelming Jin army with stones.

"Did they send so few people to die?" Not only were there few people, but they also had no advantage in terrain. The Mongols didn't seem to have water in their heads.

"The two armies have confronted each other for too long, and one side will always make a move. The purpose is to give an explanation to the soldiers in the battalion and the people of the world, hahaha." Ming Chen laughed.

"..." In order to prove that there is indeed a war, tens of thousands of people are sent to die.

"In front of the country, the lives of soldiers are the most insignificant." Ming Chen seemed to see Li Ben's thoughts.

"Hold back, you are just like them, a cold-blooded animal."

"In troubled times, people are like grass." Ming Chen patted Li Ben, "Go down the mountain, it will be frosty soon, and your health is still not good."

The two fought and made trouble, and dally down the mountain.

As soon as I entered the barracks, I saw wounded soldiers lying in disorder, as well as wounded who were withdrawn one after another, disfigured, broken arms, and lost legs. A military doctor with a white cap was busy treating the lightly wounded with a medicine box on his back.

According to common sense, the seriously wounded should be treated first, but in ancient times when medicinal materials and medical technology were underdeveloped, the army often treated the lightly wounded first. Will be given up at the first time, while the lightly wounded have a greater chance of surviving.

Originally in a good mood, Li Ben's heart felt uncomfortable after seeing this tragic scene.

"Second brother, where have you been? I'm about to send someone to look for him, I'm so worried." Wang Zhengju came out from the main tent, and when he saw Li Ben, he started to shout from a long distance away.

"Go up to the top of the mountain for a stroll." Li Ben was in a bad mood, and Li Ben also said less.

"Follow me back to the account to celebrate, this battle has won a lot of victory." Wang Zhengju pulled Li Ben and walked towards the main account.

In the main tent, a table of food has already been set up, which is very rich. Naturally, it can't be compared with those days in the Prince's Mansion, but compared with these days, it is almost New Year's Eve.

"Taste this horse meat." Wang Zhengju pulled Li Ben to sit down, and then sent someone to call Naqi.This big brother is really nice, he will never forget Ming Chen and Nazi, of course all this is for Li Ben's sake, he loves the house and loves Wu.

"Killed the war horse?" Li Ben stared at the horse meat on the table with wide eyes, he hasn't reached the point of killing a horse to satisfy his hunger...

"I didn't kill them. Those who were killed in the battle just now should not be wasted. Some of them were divided among the soldiers." Wang Zhengju explained.

"Oh, then my bull..." Thinking of Erniu, Li Ben suddenly felt that Erniu was not very safe.

"You are here, how can the eldest brother let someone touch your second brother's mount." Wang Zhengju laughed.

With these words, Li Ben felt relieved, Er Niu who couldn't go to the battlefield in these war years was very dangerous.

After a while, someone led Nazi into the main tent.

The four of them sat at the same table, drinking toasts and cups, alcohol was forbidden in the barracks, bosom friends and lovers, drinking water was also very enjoyable.

Drinking too much water makes it easy to go to the toilet. When Ming Chen and Naqi went to the latrine, Li Ben told Wang Zhengju about Ming Chen's analysis of the battle situation on the mountain. Ming Chen participated, but he couldn't tell his brother if he knew about it.

Before Li Ben could finish his sentence, Wang Zhengju said, "Master Ming said that? These elder brothers all know about it."

"Then how do you want to deal with it?" Wang Zhengju said that he knew that Li Ben was half relieved, but what he wanted to ask was that you will kill your brother San Huang, will you get rid of this eventuality?

"Brother can't kill father and brother..." Wang Zhengju gave a wry smile.

"But..." Li Ben wanted to say, didn't you keep saying that you were born in the emperor's family, and you couldn't control many things? "Could it be that the safety of the Dajin Kingdom is less important than the third prince?"

After saying the last sentence, Li Ben regretted it. He really wanted to slap himself. How could he persuade others to kill his brother? When did he become so cold-blooded.

"Second brother needless to say, the eldest brother understands. Now I just hope that the third brother can put the overall situation first, and don't be blinded by his own selfish desires, and do things that are unforgivable by traitorousness. Facing the ancestors of my Wanyan family, if my Wanyan family is destroyed by my descendants, it is God's will."

"..." Well, the lines and accent are the same as Xiao Ming's. The two of you may be brothers who have been separated for many years.

"Second brother, what are your ambitions in life?" Wang Zhengju picked up the water bowl and took a sip.

"Me?" Speaking of ideals, it is really big. When I was young, I wanted to be a scientist, and more than 60.00% of the whole class wanted to be a scientist.

"My ideal is world peace..."

It's not a joke, it's true world peace, peace forever——

Only in this way can I have more time and a better mood to do what Xiao Ming loves to do.

The author has something to say: My ideal is also world peace...~. ~

Correct a few typos. . .

☆、Chapter 101, Volume [-]

I stayed on Sanfeng Mountain for more than half a month. It has passed November, and the food and winter clothes have not yet arrived. It is hard not to make people guess that there is something wrong with the court, or that the old emperor of the Kingdom of Jin does not intend to have a fourth son. Yes, the entire barracks has been reduced from two and a half meals a day to one and a half meals, and can only barely survive without being starved to death.

Wang Zhengju's overall condition was also not good. While trying to appease more than 30 flustered hearts, he faced the overwhelming pressure brought by war and failure alone.

The harassment of the Mongolian army one after another seems to be testing the bottom line of the Jin army.The leader of the Mongolian army was a well-known wise general under Tuolei. Li Ben couldn't remember the list of names. He heard that this man used his troops very carefully, unlike other Mongolian generals who relied on brute force. After reading about this person's deeds, I didn't expect to meet him.

The Mongolian army's several attacks had a notable feature. When the golden soldiers attacked, the Mongolian army retreated without fighting.In such a situation, sometimes they have to come several times a day, and the Jin army can't get a rest day and night, and their morale is very low.

"Aren't the Mongols playing with people?" Li Ben patted the table, very angry, and heard the report from outside, the Mongolian army ran away again.

"They want to fatigue our army." Wang Zhengju frowned and stuck an arrow in his hand into the table, three inches into the wood, showing the strength of his hand.

"It's not an option to make them procrastinate like this. They have food and drink, and we don't have enough food and grass to fight a protracted war." After watching so many shredded devil movies, Li Ben can learn and use them more flexibly.

"What my second brother said is exactly what I was worried about, but I'm afraid..." Wang Zhengju was thoughtful.

Li Ben understood, he was afraid that Sanfeng Mountain would be let out, so he could save his strength and go back. When he arrived at the territory of the third prince, he would not be able to control the blessings and misfortunes.

"Why don't you find someone to subdue the third prince first and seize the military power?" Li Ben suddenly thought of Ming Chen, if he begged Xiao Ming to let him kidnap the third prince, it should not be impossible.

"It's not that simple. Brother Sanhuang has been deployed in the imperial army for many years, and he can't mobilize his soldiers even with a soldier talisman." Wang Zhengju smiled wryly.

"It's better for the fourth prince to write a letter, explaining to the third prince that you give up the fight for the crown prince, and promise that no matter whether you win or lose, you will not fight for the crown prince. I believe the third prince will be completely moved." It's amazing to open your mouth.

Wang Zhengju frowned and fell into deep thought.

Li Ben really wanted to fly over and cover Ming Chen's mouth, he dared to say anything, first of all he is the fourth prince, and second is the eldest brother, if you let him not fight for the crown prince, you might as well kill him.

However, thinking about it, what Ming Chen said also makes sense. In this situation, this method should be the most sensible, but it is a pity to embarrass the elder brother. Selfish desires and the righteousness of the country are in front of us. How should we choose...

The eldest brother is not Kong Fansen and Jiao Yulu, nor is he a good comrade Lei Feng, but a prince who has been used to power struggles since he was a child. He has been starving and freezing for the past few months. In the final analysis, he has persisted, nothing more than relying on the support of the throne.

"You go back first, let me think about it." Wang Zhengju sat weakly at the table.

Li Ben wanted to drag the culprit out, but Ming Chen said again, "Today's promise may not necessarily be fulfilled tomorrow, let's go through this hurdle first, and then decide on other things."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Li Ben and walked out.

Li Ben was about to give Ming Chen the back of the head, what tricks did you teach my elder brother, when he turned around and saw Wang Zhengju was recovering from his weakness, Li Ben had nothing to say.

One black-bellied person activates another black-bellied person.

As soon as the two of them left the main tent, they saw spies rushing into the main tent shouting "report--".

"Say it quickly." Wang Zhengju's voice came from outside the tent.

"Report, 20 Mongolian troops are marching towards Sanfeng Mountain, and there are still [-] miles to the foot of the mountain."

Li Ben and Ming Chen could hear the conversation in the tent clearly, and then there was the sound of teacups being swept to the ground.

"Hurry up and go out with 30 people to fight."

As soon as the words were finished, Wang Zhengju came out of the tent with his helmet in his arms. Seeing Li Ben and Ming Chen still at the door, he rushed forward without saying a word.

The horn for emergency assembly was blown very urgently, and the entire military camp was in chaos. This was the first large-scale war in several months, and no one was mentally prepared from top to bottom. .

The Mongolian army was ten miles away from the foot of the mountain.

With an order, the 30 troops rushed out from the gate of the barracks.

There are tens of thousands of people left, including the old, the weak, the sick, those who cook, those who feed horses, those who see a doctor, as well as Li Ben, Ming Chen and Nazi.

30 and 20 merged into one place at the foot of the mountain, and the shouts of killing immediately shook the sky.Wang Zhengji gathered the remaining tens of thousands of people, ready to devote themselves wholeheartedly to this unprecedented large-scale war.

"Report, report, the Mongolian army will retreat without a fight. Will our army take advantage of the victory and pursue it?" The spies in front came to report.

"No, pass down the order and return to the camp."

The 20 Mongolian army came in a big battle, and ran away in another big battle.

The 30 gold army returned to the barracks happily with their chests out and their stomachs in.

After a great victory, celebrations are unavoidable. The horses are ready-made, and the dead horses have already been dragged back knowingly. The water is boiled, the skin is boiled and the meat is boiled. The entire barracks is enveloped in the peace of victory.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Li Ben saw Wang Zhengju standing in the barracks, frowning in thought.

"This Mongolian army is mobilizing a large number of people to attack, how can they retreat without a fight..." Wang Zhengju said in a low voice.

Li Ben remembered what Ming Chen said, the two armies have been fighting for too long without confrontation, and need to give an explanation to the opposing people?

is it?

"Maybe..." Before Li Ben finished speaking, the horn sounded again at the foot of the mountain.

"Report, the Mongolian army invaded again, this time the number is more than last time, about 30."

"Report, the Mongolian army has arrived three miles down the mountain."

"Report-"

"The whole battalion obeys the order and faces the battle quickly."

For a while, those who boiled water, those who cooked meat, and those who peeled skin all put down their work, picked up their weapons and went to the battlefield.

The passion for victory just now has not dissipated, and all of the 36 troops with combat effectiveness have rushed out.

Li Ben looked at the empty camp, only the three of them, "How about we..."

"No need." Ming Chen said before Li Ben finished speaking.

Seeing 70 million clothes of two colors intertwined on the mountainside, the golden soldiers in red clothes have an overwhelming advantage because of the number and terrain.The Mongolian army in yellow clothes showed signs of retreating in large areas, and fled one after another.

Wang Zhengju once again led the army to triumphantly as a victor.

For a while, the peace of cooking and peeling meat was restored in the barracks.

Wang Zhengju pulled Li Ben and the three to sit in the main tent, ready to continue the carnival interrupted by unfriendliness.

"Report, report - 20 Mongolian troops turned back to the foot of the mountain and are heading up the mountain."

Wang Zhengju slapped him off, cursed an ancient swear word, and went out again with a big knife in his hand.

By this time Li Ben had sensed something was wrong, "Xiao Ming, you said..."

"The Mongols are still using fatigue tactics." Ming Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Zhengju who was organizing the team outside the tent.

"The fourth prince doesn't know?" Nazi interjected.

"So what if you know, the Mongolian army will go up the mountain if you don't fight, and it will be even more troublesome then."

"..." Brother Nima was forced to a dead end, he had no way out, and could only fight at the rhythm of Mongolia.

The three of them waited in the tent for more than half an hour, and Wang Zhengju came back with his men.

The morale of the soldiers this time is obviously not as high as the previous two times.

Indeed, if you come to fight as soon as you want to eat, and you don't eat, how can you get the strength.

"This won't work, the soldiers won't be able to eat well..." Wang Zhengju threw his sword and sat down on the grand master's chair.

"Report and report—the 30 Mongolian army turned back again..."

Wang Zhengju tore off the bloody armor on his body, ordered the soldiers to rush out of the barracks again...

This trip is not as easy as the previous few times, and they have not returned after fighting for nearly an hour.

"You said..." Li Ben was sitting in the tent like an ant on a hot pot, and the noisy footsteps outside were very messy.

Wang Zhengju was carried into the main tent by two soldiers, his legs were bleeding out.

"Brother, you are injured..." Li Ben stepped forward to help, Ming Chen and Naqi also stepped forward, and the five dragged and dragged Wang Zhengju onto the bedding.

"Call the military doctor quickly." The soldiers who helped Wang Zhengju back shouted outside the tent.

"Leave me alone, I won't die, you go to the mountainside and watch." Wang Zhengju moved his legs a few inches inward with a gray face.

The two soldiers went out again with their swords in hand.

"Brother..." Li Ben wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say. At this time, unless he helped Wang Zhengji to kill and turn the battle into victory, it would be futile to say anything.

"Don't talk about it, brother knows it well." Wang Zhengju said.

After nearly three hours of fighting, the two armies had reached the limit of their fighting strength, and Wang Zhengju was running around in a hurry in the tent.Finally heard the clarion call for the retreat of the Mongolian army, and was about to leave the tent with half a leg in hand.

Li Ben and Naqi supported each other, and the three of them stood in front of the tent.

The gold soldiers who had won the lottery pulled each other back to the camp one after another, and the whole barracks was in a miserable state of decline. The generals counted their men one by one, and more than 30 people went there, but less than 20 came back.

It is really creepy to think that there are more than 20 corpses of Jinmeng soldiers piled up on the mountainside for several miles.

Sweeping the battlefield is logically the winning side, but it is not clear who will win and who will lose in this battle. Naturally, the Jin army lost more people, but in the end the Mongolian army ran away with their tails between their legs, which is not the winning side. , The site is still in the hands of Jin.

The territory is their own, and the battlefield should be cleaned up. It’s okay that winter is coming, but when it’s hot next spring, if 20 corpses are not buried, the people in the surrounding cities will suffer from the plague.But it is obviously unrealistic to clean up now, there are too many wounded soldiers, and everyone has been tossed for so long without a full meal, how can they have the strength to bury them.

Wang Zhengju looked around at the more than [-] remaining soldiers in the barracks. Every time his eyes passed by a person, he wished to engrave him in his mind. He said in a low voice, "Let's eat." After finishing speaking, he motioned to Li Ben and Nazi to help him back account.

Putting Wang Zhengju on the bedding, Li Ben planned to go outside to find something to eat for Wang Zhengju, but now he was not in the mood to eat and drink too much, so he could have a piece of cooked horse meat for each person.

"Second brother, bring a pen, I'll edit the book for Brother Sanhuang right now."

Li Ben looked at Ming Chen, and Ming Chen was closer to the table, so he took the pen and ink and sent it to Wang Zhengju.

Wang Zhengju wrote a letter with dozens of strokes, sealed it with wax, and handed it over.

"Let's evacuate Sanfeng Mountain first and then discuss." Wang Zhengju looked up at Ming Chen.

Ming Chen nodded.

Nazi brought back a few pieces of meat from the outside on a tray, and the four of them sat in the main tent and had the most silent dinner ever.

☆、Chapter 102, Volume [-]

After a large-scale frontal fight, the Mongolian army seemed to have opened up and kept attacking from three sides in turn, fighting and running, stopping and fighting again. Wang Zhengju led the remaining 10,000+ people to resist the Mongolian army's multi-faceted attack Very difficult.

After persisting until the evening of the seventh day, I finally received a reply from the third prince.

From the letter, the third prince expressed his full affirmation of Wang Zhengju's proposal of "unity of brothers".

Receiving a positive reply, all within expectations, Wang Zhengju ordered the camp to go down the mountain and retreat to the hinterland of the third prince.

The whole army of more than [-] people broke camp and descended the mountain at the fastest speed. The food and grass on the mountain could not last for more than three days, but the soldiers were all in good condition. Nearly half a month of day and night harassment, lack of food and restless sleep was unbearable even for hard-boiled people, not to mention that many soldiers were recruited by force, and those who qualified for gender and age were recruited by force, and their physical fitness was not considered at all.

Li Ben rode Er Niu and walked beside Wang Zhengju. Now that there were not enough horses, he didn't care about the appearance of the army anymore.

"Brother, how far is it?"

"It will be there in one day." Wang Zhengju looked back at the more than [-] people behind him, and then looked ahead.

"..." I hope it goes well, Li Ben is also quite hungry, and he hasn't eaten much during this time.

Talking about the stomach, Li Ben felt a little pain in his stomach, and it became more and more painful. "Brother, you go first, I'll take a shit."

As soon as Wang Zhengju raised his hand, he wanted to stop the large team.

"Don't, don't, it's not good to keep so many people waiting. I'll let Xiao Ming accompany me." Li Ben got off the cow, and shook his head at Ming Chen to signal the horse to follow.

The two entered the grass one after the other, and Li Ben found a place with good geomantic omen and drained the fertilizer.

"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, come quickly." Li Ben, who was squatting in the grass, called to Ming Chen, who was standing on the side of the road.

Ming Chen frowned and thought for a few seconds, then snapped off his sleeve, and handed the torn piece of cloth to Li Ben.

"..." Actually, I don't want you to send me paper... But since it's torn off, it's better to wipe it with a cloth than grass. "Xiao Ming, listen, there seems to be the sound of horseshoes on the ground."

Ming Chen put his ears on the ground, "A large army is coming."

"Meng Jun?" Li Ben wiped his butt with Ming Chen's sleeve, and quickly put on his pants.

"Yes, here we come." Ming Chen grabbed Li Ben firmly.

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of shouting and killing surrounded the marching team not far away from three sides.

When the two soldiers met, it was another chaotic fight.

"What should I do? Nazi doesn't know martial arts."

"I also served as a soldier, and he is by Wang Zhengju's side, and all the soldiers will protect him."

"Then should we help?" Li Ben was gearing up, the Mongolian army was obviously more numerous than the Jin army, and it was too much to hide and watch the excitement.

"You hide here, I'll go." Ming Chen let go of Li Ben's hand, and immediately took it again, "No, I don't worry, you go with me."

"..." Do I look like a seven or eight-year-old child who can run around...

Ming Chen dragged Li Ben to the fighting team, kicked down a Mongolian soldier, grabbed his broadsword and stuffed it into Li Ben's hand, "Take it, behind me, whoever comes from behind you will chop him off."

Li Ben was holding a big knife and Ming Chen was back to back. In fact, Xiao Ming's worries were basically unnecessary. He followed Ming Chen's back, and all this way was his bloody path. No one could go around and attack him.

It was densely packed with people, Ming Chen not only wanted to defend against the Mongolian army but also the Jin army, although he always picked the Mongolian army to kill them in yellow clothes, but there were always unknown Jin soldiers rushing towards them. It's too low-key to cause trouble, try to hide in the tent, so that more than 30 of the more than 20 people don't know that these two people exist.

Another Jin soldier rushed over, "Don't fight, don't fight, my own, Wang Zhengju is my elder brother." Li Ben shouted at the rushing Jin soldier with a big knife.

Ming Chen kicked the man ten meters away, turned around and said, "Save your energy, they don't even know who Wang Zhengju is."

"..." Nima, I don't even know the name of my coach's girlfriend, so I deserve to be kicked.

It lasted for more than an hour, and Li Ben couldn't hold the big knife anymore. The Mongolian army didn't intend to run away. Was it for real this time?

"Xiao Ming, are you tired?" Li Ben looked at Ming Chen's sweaty head, and really wanted to wipe his sleeves for him.

Ming Chen chopped down a man in yellow clothes with a single knife, then turned around and said, "So what if you're tired?"

"..." How can it be? "Tired—I—heart—pain—" Li Ben held his sword on guard.

"Don't bark, look at some knives." Ming Chen slashed another Jin Jun who was rushing towards Li Ben.

"Don't...kill my elder brother's pony." Li Ben looked at Jin Jun who fell to the ground, and regretted it with deep hatred.

"Killed 340 and two Mongols before killing your elder brother's six golden men. He made a profit." Ming Chen stabbed down again, spattering Li Ben's blood.

At last he heard the clarion call to withdraw troops, Li Ben took a long breath, really wanted to throw the heavy sword on the ground to rest for a while, his arm was so sore.

"Are they going to retreat?" Li Ben said with a little excitement in his tone.

"It's your big brother's call to retreat. Follow me and retreat in the direction of the big team." Ming Chen looked back at Li Ben and said.

"..."

After ten miles of fighting and retreating in the direction of the large team, the Mongolian army finally retreated.

Wang Zhengju ordered repairs on the spot, to be precise: everyone was too hungry, some dead people were thrown aside, and some dead horses were just eaten.

Li Ben and Ming Chen walked for more than 20 minutes before arriving at the head of the team to find Wang Zhengju and Naqi.

Naqi suffered a little injury, but fortunately it was not serious. The military doctor gave him medicine first. In comparison, Wang Zhengju was more serious, and his leg injury did not heal. Bleeding.

"Brother, take care of your injury." Li Ben rushed up when he saw Wang Zhengju leaning against a tree and sitting with his eyes closed.

"Let's save the others first." Wang Zhengju opened his eyes when he heard Li Ben's voice.

"I'll get some medicine and rub it on you." Li Ben found a nearby military doctor and asked for some wound medicine.

"Brother, isn't it useless?" Wang Zhengju stared at Li Ben's wound on his body.

Li Ben was taken aback, how could anyone answer this, did he come here for comfort?Brother is not such a cowardly existence. "Brother, listen to me, hand over the military power to the third prince, and go to Jinniu Mountain with us to live in seclusion."

"My surname is Wanyan. How can I put aside the country and people of Dajin at this time, as well as my father and queen mother." Wang Zhengju closed his eyes as if he was confiding, but also as if he was brainwashing himself.

"Brother, don't deceive yourself, you can't let go of the throne? Then let me tell you, your father is the last emperor of the Jin Kingdom, and there will be no next one. The gold will be destroyed, and you won't be able to fight until you die!" Large and small wounds made Li Ben's heart flustered.

"Second brother, don't talk nonsense, do you know that this is a serious crime of beheading." Wang Zhengju looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention to them, only Mingchen and Naqi were relatively close.

"..." Wang Zhengju didn't pay attention to the content of his own words first, but cared about his own safety first. Li Ben's softest part of his heart was stabbed again. "Brother, what I said is true, stop arguing, no one is going to play, you believe me."

"Even if elder brother believes in you, elder brother is a descendant of the Wanyan clan, how can he have the face to face his ancestors after he escapes from battle?"

"..." Li Ben wanted to say that being alive was more important than anything else, but he felt that it didn't make sense to the ancients. "Anyway, if the eldest brother must take the lead for the sake of the throne, I will tell the eldest brother clearly, don't think about it. If it is for other reasons, I have nothing to say."

"How does the second brother know..." Wang Zhengju's focus finally returned to normal.

"I... count my fingers." Now it's really not the time to explain to my elder brother what time travel is and how to time travel, maybe halfway through, the Mongolian army will call again.

"Second brother, do you have a totem?" Wang Zhengju suddenly grabbed Li Ben's arm as if thinking of something.

"What totem?"

Wang Zhengju peeled off the clothes on his chest, revealing a tattoo of a wolf's head on his chest. "This is it."

"Tattoos? There's one on the waist, look at it?" Li Ben wanted to lift his robe and pull down his trousers.

"Impossible." Wang Zhengju hastily stopped Li Ben's movements. "Your ancestors were not from Lin'an, right?"

"Ah? I'm from the Northeast, that's the area of ​​Dongxia and Dongliao. I don't know the details." A tattoo shows that he is not from the south?