Because of the suppression of the horn, the Yuan army at the foot of the mountain could not see the Song army on the mountain, so the marching speed was only a little faster than the normal marching. After all, I had to climb the mountain later, so I could not spend my energy on the road.

However, when the Yuan army was two miles away from the foot of the mountain, a cavalry rushed to convey the order of the marshal. Liu Zili almost jumped up.

"Liu Meng!"

Amid Liu Zili's roar, a man with a whiskered face and a powerful figure, wearing armor and holding a stick, came on a horse. This Yuan general with a hundred-household waist tag was born as a thief. After being subdued by Liu Zili, he was taken as a relative because of his same surname. This man was fierce in battle and was afraid of death. His arm strength was extraordinary, and a short-handled mace weighing more than 20 kilograms was used to smash people's heads. He was the first strong general under Liu Zili.

"There is a team of about twenty people on the mountain, trampling on the white." Liu Zili pointed to the south of Wuming Peak, full of murderous intent, "Give you a team of 100 people, fifty crossbowmen, fifty gun card players, and take the lead in seizing the mountain. If the Song army reaches the top first, kill them all!"

Liu Meng smiled grimly and showed a yellow teeth: "Master Qianhu will give you 120 hearts. Within half an hour, I will bring you twenty broken heads."

With a series of call, the archers and gun players who were named left the team and followed Liu Meng, who was riding a horse, and rushed towards the foot of the mountain.

In short, Liu Zili was the first Yuan army general to deal with senior generals of the Longque Army. During the Battle of Motianling in Haifeng, he even set up an ambush with the giant thief Chen Yi to lure and kill Chen Zan and other anti-Yuan righteous men. Even Zhao Lie and Jiang Fenglie almost fell into it. If Liu Zili knew that the Song crown prince, who had caused trouble to the whole Yuan Dynasty, was almost caught by him, he would be so depressed that he would spit out an old blood.

Liu Zili, who could have allowed Jiang Fenglie to suffer a great loss and Zhang Hongfan to defend the retreat, was not an idiot. The moment he received the order of the marshal, his rich battlefield experience allowed Liu Zili to grasp the key immediately. The most important thing now is speed, whoever reaches the top first will seize the initiative.

Although the information was not clear, Liu Zili was almost certain that the twenty Song soldiers must be musketeers. The crossbowmen and gun players he sent were not the most suitable troops to deal with musketeers, but the ones with the lightest load and the fastest speed. Since the two armies climbed each other and could not see each other, the sharpest long-range attack of musketeers was useless at all, so he was not worried at all. As long as he occupied the mountains first, or even if both sides climbed to the top at the same time, close forces were the strengths of gun players, no matter how hard the musketeers lost their distance, they could only be beaten...

Liu Zili passed by his mind several times and thought that his arrangement was very stable. He waved his whip and a crisp sound, his voice was as loud as thunder: "Enter full speed!"

...

When Liu Meng led the 100-man team of Yuan army to the foot of the North Po mountain and began to climb the mountain, Liang Erzhao, on the other side of the mountain, was climbing with twenty Dragon Bird Army soldiers with difficulty.

At this moment, the Song and Yuan soldiers on the north and south slopes were like a group of spiders, spreading their hands and feet, their bodies pressed against the ground, and began to move upward little by little.

The twenty soldiers selected by Liang Erzhao were all good mountain climbers. If they were in normal conditions, even if the Wuming Peak mountain was steep and slippery, they could climb to the top of the mountain within a moment. However, they had previously carried dozens of kilograms of weight and trekked dozens of miles in the rugged and dangerous jungle with no road, and consumed a lot of physical strength. Half an hour ago, they discovered that the Yuan army captured the ridge army, and rushed to seize the mountain. When they arrived at the mountainside of Wuming Peak, they were exhausted.

The two Song and Yuan armies seized the peaks and had their own advantages and disadvantages: the Song army was on the mountainside of Wuming Peak as soon as they left the jungle, so they started climbing from the mountainside. Although the distance was short, everyone consumed too much physical strength. Even if they tried their best, they still climbed as slow as a snail. The Yuan army started climbing from the foot of the mountain. The distance was longer, but the advantage was that they were full of energy.

In this race, whoever can stand on the top of the mountain and gain a firm foothold will be the winner.

Whether it is the south slope or the north slope, the terrain is similar, it is the same steep and slippery, and the same rocks are densely covered with rocks. Some areas do not even have stones, and the soil is soft. You can only grab the grass stems with developed roots or penetrate deep into the soil with a dagger to climb. During this process, soldiers occasionally slip down unsteadily from time to time, and even more unlucky will even roll all the way to the bottom of the mountain. However, as long as you can still move, you have to get up and grit your teeth and continue.

Liang Erzhao was the first to rush up the hillside, but when he climbed halfway, he pulled to the bottom. His shooting skills were good, but his physical strength was very average. As a team leader, even if he couldn't rush to the top, he couldn't pull at the end!

The two beams were anxious, as if they were filled with lead, and the mud and stones fell straight, and the body jumped upwards, grabbing a protruding sharp stone. Suddenly, under the gravity, the half of the sharp stone buried in the soil loosened and the mud and sand rustled down.

Liang Erzhao let out an unwilling roar, and his body slipped to the mountain helplessly. He grabbed both hands, and the grass stems were broken when they pulled them, and the stones rolled with him. His clothes were worn out and his skin was rubbed. He saw that the speed was getting faster and faster, and he could no longer control it... Suddenly, he seemed to touch something with his right hand, and Liang Erzhao was like a drowning person instinctively grasping it tightly. A powerful force came, and it stabilized the falling momentum.

As soon as the shock was settled, Liang Erbiao twisted his face, which was grinding bloody, and then he saw clearly that what he was holding was a thick flagpole in his hand, and the flagpole was held in the big slap of a stupid big pony pony fan.

Liang Ertiao gasped: "Thank you... Thank you, Dazhuang."

The big sergeant smiled and said, "Head, you've ended up like me."

This big guy was Shi Dazhuang, a new subordinate soldier who was captured by Heiwan when the young team raided the beacon tower on Duzhou Mountain Island. This fool was not very smart, but he had a lot of strength and was brave in fighting. After surrendering, he was promoted to the head of the flag, which was the flag bearer.

One of the signs of seizing Wuming Peak this time was to raise the banner of the Song army. Therefore, although Shi Dazhuang was not a musketman and could not run fast, he still climbed first as a white flag. He just fell behind when climbing, but instead saved Liang Ertiao.

Liang Ertiao was about to say something, but suddenly the sound of drums hitting the other side of the mountain came from the sound of drums. Hearing the rumbling drums, the climbing soldiers seemed to feel something. Everyone climbed up desperately, and for a moment, mud and stones on the hillside fell like rain.

Liang Erzhao wiped a hot face, stretched out his tongue to lick the blood flowing to the corner of his mouth, and his palm, which was rubbed to the bloody and bloody, firmly clamped against a protruding rock: "Dazhuang, let's go!"

On the other side of the hillside, the Yuan soldiers also fought desperately with the sound of killing drums. Looking from the mountain road, you can see faint smoke and dust pulling out behind the Yuan soldiers attached to the hillside like ants, constantly moving upwards. From time to time, the Yuan soldiers who failed to fight were dragging their long howls and rolling all the way, which was shocking.

Generally speaking, the main generals in the marching state are usually in the central army, that is, the middle position of the team, to ensure safety. However, at this moment, Liu Zili took the lead, staring at the top of the mountain with one eye, and the other eye is constantly moving with the shaking figures of Liu Meng and other Yuan soldiers.

There was no Song army at the top of the mountain, and Liu Meng and other Yuan soldiers were getting closer and closer to the top.

Liu Zili curled his lips, and a smile appeared and then frozen. On the top of the mountain, a figure appeared, and then another...

"Liu Meng, kill them!" Liu Zili tightened his hand holding the horse whip, the blue veins stormed, and his eyes roared.

Liu Meng, who had already climbed to the top of the mountain at this time, certainly could not hear the roar of the main general at the foot of the mountain, but he also saw the figure appearing on the top of the mountain, with the distance between the two sides being only ten steps.

If in normal times, the distance of ten steps is the best attack distance for Liu Meng's mace. Just one tiger pounce can smash the opponent's head. However, at this time, he only held the mace on the ground, and could do nothing except gasp.

Similarly, the first soldier of the Song army who climbed up ten steps was gasping for breath, sweating like a rain, his hands were shaking, and he didn't even have the strength to pull out the soft plug to drink water.

The two life-and-death rivals were just lying on the ground, staring at each other with big eyes, but they couldn't even move a finger.

The soldiers of the Song and Yuan armies who climbed up then turned a blind eye to the enemies in front of them, and their belly was facing the sky, breathing their breath desperately, like fish that were about to die...

Looking down from the sky, you can see an extremely strange scene - two teams that are about to start a life-and-death battle, lying on their backs, and the two closest ones are almost reaching...

At this moment, there was a strange silence that was rare in decades of war between the Song and Yuan dynasties.
Chapter completed!