Three days have passed since the storm, and the sky is still full of lead clouds, swallowing up the mountains. The mess left by the mountains and shocking rocky landslides indicate the terribleness of this storm.

This is a mountain road from Changting, Tingzhou Headquarters to Shanghang. At this time, a long convoy was winding. The vehicles were large carriages covered with oil cloth, tied tightly and bulging high. The objects pulled by several cars at the end of the line were thick and long, like a large pillar in the hall. Just looking at them you know that they were heavy enough.

The bullocks and mules and horses were pulling, and their hooves slipped on the muddy mountain road from time to time, and there were seven or eight servants next to each car. Hey, hey, shouting horns, sweating like rain, lifting the mud-covered wheels from the mud pit. They were so tired that they sat on the ground, regardless of the mud all over the ground.

"Everyone, work harder, you'll be here after you cross this mountain. There are wine and meat in the camp, and there are enough steamed cakes with white rice and white flour!" The new affiliated soldiers riding on a fast horse ran from the front of the team to the end of the team, their iron hooves flew, mud splashed everywhere, and kept shouting and cheering.

A husband lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of black phlegm with mud and sand: "Oh! These bastards eat rushes, they are all light and farts! They also have enough wine and meat? They have enough rice and flour? It's only now that they have a bowl of porridge and a pancake... If you have the ability, you'll bring wine, meat, rice and flour to me now!"

The other husbands were also cursing and full of resentment.

One of the young servants knocked on the oil cloth curiously: "Brother Qi, what do you think you are loading in this car? That's a big deal."

The spitting seventh brother saw that no one was paying attention and whispered: "When I was in another car before, I took a look through the hole in the ripped tarpaulin. It was all wooden mortises and nothing was expensive."

"No way? If it was really wood, the turtle grandsons were so nervous along the way... Even the Mongolian master soldiers sent dozens or hundreds of miles."

"Then I don't know. Anyway, I can see clearly, it's the wooden mortise..."

"All up!" There was a sound of whip striking from behind and the scolding of the new affiliated families, "Have you arrived at the field? I dare to rest! Do you still want to eat wine, meat, rice and noodles?"

The servants stood up with the car railing and stared at the back of the hundred households who were leaving angrily, silently put their hands on the car railing and pushed forward with great difficulty.

The new affiliated army Baihu rode his horse all the way to the front of the team, his face changed to flattery. He bowed his head and bowed to the Mongolian man under Qianhu and said, "Master Barhu, it is fifty or sixty miles away from Shanghang, not far away. As long as you get off this mountain and walk along the official road, you will be able to arrive tomorrow at the latest."

Deputy Qianhu Barhu is the head of this transportation team, a typical Mongolian, with a big face as big as a cake, a wide face, a round waist, and a fierce momentum. At this moment, he was holding the reins hard, trying to pull out a war horse that had its hoof trapped in the mud pit. The war horse under his crotch was neighing, and his hooves were slid, but it kept slipping, which made Barhu angry, "Are you sure that this dizzy mud road will arrive tomorrow?"

The hundred households opened their mouths and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Barhu stared at Baihu fiercely: "I tell you that the military order must arrive at the latest tonight, and even if it crawled, I will crawl to me. Otherwise, before my head is cut off, I will twist your head first!"

The hundreds of households responded with utmost respect and looked at the sky. It was almost noon and his face turned pale. At this progress, even if he killed all the servants, it would be useless!

Baihu was so anxious that he grabbed his beard and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up: "Master Barhu, there is Jinshan in front of him. Can Master Barhu transfer people from the Jinchang to help?"

Barhu was not familiar with the terrain and said in surprise: "Is there a golden field ahead?"

Baihu hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, Zhongliao Jinchang is not far ahead."

"Then you didn't say it earlier!" Barhu squirted the Baihu and spitted on his face, and immediately said to a Mongolian knight beside him, "Enhe, take my silver medal to the gold field in front, and let the Jinjian pick up some miners, the more the better."

Barhu turned to the hundred households again and said, "Send someone to lead the way."

The Mongolian knight took over the silver medal of Thousand Houses and rode away with two soldiers assigned by the Hundred Houses.

There were hundreds of households roaring wildly from the front of the team to the end of the team: "Listen to all your feet, you must go down the mountain before dark, otherwise grandpa will kill you untouched!"

...

Through a mountain and in the dense woods, several soldiers of the Song army's sharp whistle camp who were resting jumped up at the same time: "There is a sound of hoofs!"

Due to the tight blockade of the food routes in the rear, the Song army basically could not mobilize a large number of troops to raid, and only a small number of sentry probes invaded, spy on the enemy's situation and collect intelligence. The two armies fought and invaded spies, which were always inevitable. Even if the Yuan army had hundreds of thousands of troops, they could not prevent the defense line from leaking. Similarly, the Song army could not prevent the Yuan army's sentry probes from spying. However, because the two sides had fewer people infiltrated, they could not do anything even if they found the enemy's grain transport team or the food storage place.

It was precisely because the food supply was safe and the Yuan army's posts were investigated by many parties and did not find a large number of Song soldiers' activities, so the loss team of Barhu dared to escort military funds with eighty cavalry and more than two hundred new affiliated troops.

The Song army's sharp whistle was basically a unit of one army, and there were six squad leaders. Sometimes they were led by fire chiefs (ten-man-leaders). They were mobile and flexible and moved between Changting and Shanghang, and continuously teleported the enemy situation to the Song army camp. At this moment, when they heard the sound of urgent hooves, they immediately realized that something was happening. Six pairs of eyes were staring at the mountain road through the dense forest and sparse leaves.

"Three people and three cavalry, the two cavalry in front are new soldiers, and the one behind is a Mongolian Tatar... Wearing an iron helmet and iron leaf armor, the weapons and equipment are also very well-equipped, either the brand head or the Tartar elite cavalry." The chief of the pointed whistle made a judgment quickly and indeed ordered, "Prepare to capture."

With the order of the fire, six muskets were then lit up on the tree branches. Long and short muskets, crossbows and fast horses were all standard equipment for the soldiers of the Spike Squirrels. In the Dragon Crow Army, the Spike Squirrels were known as the first battalion under the martial arts team. In addition to having excellent skills, excellent equipment was also one of the key reasons for their strong combat power.

The three Yuan army cavalry were flying like flying. As soon as they turned a corner, several bangs and thuds suddenly came from the forest on the right. Two new soldiers burst into blood, and they rolled down from the horse and fell into the mud ditch next to the road.

The Mongolian cavalry named Enhe was shot in a war horse and fell down. The inertia made him fly out of his saddle, rolling all the way on the mountain road, and in a blink of an eye he became a clay man.

"Catch the live one!" The fire chief threw the musket and jumped out through the forest. A faint ray of sunlight shone down from the gaps of the lead clouds, reflecting the face of this man. He was actually one of the earliest Li Liao warriors to become sharp sentries - Guoya.

Guoya was thin, but she was extremely agile. She rushed to Enhe in front of him in just a few seconds. At this time, Enhe was shaking up from the mud, half-kneeling on the ground, his face was covered in blood, and his dizzy head was shaking. Guoya rushed over and hurriedly reached out and pulled out a short knife from his waist. His long soldiers and bows and arrows were all on the saddle, and there was only this short knife on his body.

As soon as Enhe raised his knife, Guoya came like the wind, and he kicked his wrist. The short knife flew away from his hand. Guoya took advantage of the rotation force of the flying legs and swung his elbow, and the tip of the elbow hit Enhe. With the thump, blood teeth splattered, and Enhe fell heavily on his back, causing mud and water to splash.

Then the sergeant who rushed to the pointy whistle pressed Eunhe and tied it up with a rope. Looking at the magnificent Meng Tatar, he praised: "The Fire Chang is so powerful. He put such a big guy upside down with one punch and one kick."

"That's natural. When I first selected the strong soldiers of the whistle, Huo Chang had competed with General Chang Tai. Even General Chang could not beat him..."

Guoya pointed at one of the whistles: "See along the way to see if there are still troops from the Yuan army."

The sharp whistle didn't ride a horse, and he crawled into the forest with a musket on his back, and disappeared in a flash.

A moment later, the whistle soldiers who gathered the horses and weapons of the Yuan army and dealt with the bodies of the corpses led Enhe to a stronghold in the dense forest.

Enhe was soon stripped away and tied to a big cedar tree with a hug. In his fierce and hatred gaze, Guoya threw a knife up and down and said in a stiff Song Dynasty: "Can you understand the official language? If you don't understand, you will be in trouble. Uncle, I'm short of time and don't want to spend more time. I'll ask you to answer, and I'll cut you if I can't answer or lie."

Guoya slowly put the blade close to Enhe's crotch and stared at each other's eyes: "What's going on with the thousand-house silver medal you carried? What message is to convey?"

Eunhe was furious, but felt the chill between her legs, and couldn't help but tremble, and whispered Mongolian words.

Guoya's eyes were grim: "I can't understand people's words, right? I'm bad at your fate. I hope you have a son..." He pressed the blade down while saying that.

Enhe cursed in horror and roared in Song Yu, who was harder than Guoya, "We are the subordinates of Chagan Wanhu, the guard general of Changting, and they just routinely reported to Shanghang Daying that the rear was safe and sound."

"Is that?" Guoya smiled sinisterly, and the blade slashed, covering Enhe's mouth suddenly. The latter twitched all over and struggled, and the rope was deeply tied into the flesh.

"I'll tell you..." Guoya pointed the blood-stained knife forward, "This road leads to Zhongliao Jinchang...that road leads to Shanghang. Do you understand?"

Eun and Sisi were breathing, their lips almost bite, and they stared at Guoya without saying a word.

Guoya laughed and said, "Your donkey is quite long. I can cut it inch by inch, and you can cut it for about ten knives."

Eunhe looked at the blood blade getting closer and closer, hissing, "I, let me be honest, we went to the gold yard to collect the stolen gold at the golden yard..."

Guoya was stunned, the knife stopped, and was about to ask in detail.

At this time, a cooing sound came from outside the dense forest. The sergeant guarding around put down the musket in his hand and smiled: "It's Wu Man'er who is back."

Soon, the soldier named Wu Man'er appeared with a gun: "The fire chief, more than ten miles ahead, there is a mule and horse team escorting military funds. There are more than 200 new affiliated troops, and there are seventy or eighty horses and horses riding the flags of thousands of households..."

"So that's it." Guoya glanced at the thousand-house silver medal in her hand and stared at Enhe coldly, "Do I look like a fool?"

"No……"

"Then why do you cheat your grandpa as a fool?!" Guoya stuffed the silver medal into Enhe's mouth and cut it off with a fierce knife.

Eunhe was so painful that she almost chewed the silver medal, and her whole body was as if she was epilepsy. The ropes had worn out all their skin and flesh, and blood gushed under her crotch.

The sergeant beside him reminded carefully: "The fire is long, you cut two inches more."

"No matter what, I don't have the patience to get it more than ten times." Guoya grinded her teeth and stared at Enhe, and suddenly drew out the deformed silver medal. "Give you another chance, what's the escort?"

Eunhe's mouth was covered in blood, and she spit out a few broken teeth with great force, and said vaguely: "It's...grain...grass..."

But Wu Man'er said, "It's not food, I saw long strips wrapped in oil cloth. Also, one of the cars slipped and rolled out a lot of wooden parts... but I couldn't recognize what it was."

Guoya nodded, and the silver medal gently twitched Enhe's mouth and said lightly: "For the last chance, if you don't tell the truth, grandpa won't ask anymore. Just cut it with one knife and bear it."

After half an incense stick, his mouth full of teeth smacked most of his Enhe and was dying: "Give me...that's good to you..."

Guoya threw away a ball: "I want to be happy? What's the luck?"

“Yes…is Huihui cannon…”

"Huihuicao? What's the matter? You won't be able to play any tricks again." Guoya looked suspicious and was about to cut another knife.

At this time, an old soldier from the sword-shou camp named Lao Yan was shocked: "Huihui cannon - Xiangyang cannon! It's bad now!"
Chapter completed!