Just when Xi Cheng Luosa sent his younger brother Yima Dangzheng with 20,000 heads, uh, it should be 20,000 Fan family sons to save the great leader of Doropa, Doropa had already seen through the red dust and escaped into the empty door.

Not long ago, he was still majestic and high-spirited, and wanted to lead the great leader of the Huangzhong Fan family, at this time, he seemed to be more than ten years old, with a bitter face on his face, his hands folded, and his body was draped in a robe, kneeling in front of the Buddha statue in a temple in Longzhu Heicheng. Several red-robed lamas were chanting, and an elderly lama was cutting off the white hair of the great chief of Doropa.

A group of Doropa's butlers and chiefs were listlessly kneeling in the temple, and everyone approved their robes, as if they were preparing to become a lama with Doropa......

This thing is really a battlefield anecdote, it's normal to kill and defeat the enemy in a war, and it's probably a matter of beating the enemy into a monk, probably just those house slave warriors can do it, right? They cut people's heads too fiercely, from Bajin City to Longzhu Heicheng, and they didn't give a good time, leaving a branch fort to cut it slowly...... Cut hundreds every day, and after cutting for seven or eight days, the rest of the people in Longzhu Heicheng had a nervous breakdown, and they gave up the unlucky branch fort and didn't defend it.

And Doroba must have been the hardest hit of all, all three sons died! All dead...... And his own strength has also been exhausted, the day before yesterday, there was a messenger from Miaochuan City who risked his life to report (the Song army did not cut off the communication between Longzhu Heicheng and Miaochuan City), saying that Xi Cheng Luosa entered Miaochuan City with an army of 30,000, but he did not move!

According to the meaning of the soldiers, Doropa understood that he was waiting for his head to be cut off by the Song people! His own family is dead, and the city lord of Miaochuan is naturally Xi Luosa!

This man's heart is also sinister, isn't it? He didn't want to die to help Xi Luosa become the prince of the Fan family, but he didn't save him when he saw death, and he had to take the opportunity to take away his inheritance......

The devastated Doropa finally couldn't bear it anymore, saw through the red dust, and asked the lamas in Longzhu Black City to shave himself. And when his henchmen saw that the boss had become a lama, they all said they would follow, and they all shaved their heads together and became lamas.

But the problem is that their bald heads with their hair cut are still heads! That inhuman Captain Gao still recognizes its value!

So when he was shaving, Dorobah was still thinking about how to get out of Longzhu Black City?

Now that the fortresses around Longzhu Heicheng have been lost, the Song army will probably attack the city next! And how many people in Longzhu Black City can fight? It seems that there are less than four thousand, and the morale is low......

Dorobah let out a long sigh and closed his old eyes.

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Wansheng! ”

Sudden earth-shattering cheers came from outside the city! Dorobah snapped his eyes open, revealing a horrified gaze.

Those who like to cut people's heads are the demons of the Song Kingdom who are about to attack the city? Is it that the number of years of life has come to an end?

"Quick, help me up!" Dorobah called out to his guards in a trembling voice.

Several of the Tibetan guards who had already shaved their heads in advance and had become little novices hurriedly stepped forward to support the great leader of Doropa, who was frightened by the cheers of the Song army outside the city.

Then Dorobah said, "Go, go and see, help me up to the city, go and see ......."

It's night, there's no moon in the sky, it's dark outside, it's not the time to attack the city!

The crowd gathered around the great leader of Doropa and climbed the walls of the black city of Longju, which was made of rubble and stones.

Outside the city, the camp of the Song army was full of flickering torches, dotted with stars, like stars in the sky. Many of them, which looked like fireflies from a distance, were still swaying up and down, left and right. Apparently a man with a torch waving it! As the torches danced, the tsunami-like cheers of the mountains rang out.

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Cut off your head! Cut off the head ......"

"What are these Han people yelling about?"

Doropa asked the people around him, and the servant who had pointed ears and could understand Chinese replied: "Great chief, the Han people seem to be shouting: cut off the head ......."

"Cut off your head!? Whose head are they going to cut off? Dorobah felt a chill in the three inches behind his ears, and then a burst of blood and qi surged, and his eyes went black, and the whole person went limp.

……

Doropa, who was faint, didn't know that his head would not be lost for a while!

Because the main forces of the Song army outside the city will soon drive away. The reason why they cheered all night was not that the city was about to be attacked, but that they knew that there were more, and the well-cut heads were coming from Michuan City.

Is there better news for this group of house slaves who need to trade their enemy's heads for houses?

The Fan army that drove out of Miaochuan City, regardless of whether he was 20,000 or 30,000, couldn't beat the thousands of people here anyway. Neither equipment, nor training, nor morale can be compared.

That's why they're here to give away heads!

After Tong Guan announced the good news in public, the three armies immediately cheered!

Not to mention that Doropa is going to get sick in this scene, even Tong Guan, a well-informed military eunuch, is a little unaccustomed to it.

When did the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty cheer when they heard that an enemy several times their size was coming? Is this still Song Jun? These guys can't be possessed by the ghosts of Wei Wushu and Qin Ruishi, right?

Tong Guan thought to himself: Aren't they just stricter in selection, several times higher in military salaries, and they can exchange the enemy's head for a house, and they don't need the supervision of the officers to be willing to practice martial arts and go into battle to kill? Could it be that the invincible warriors in ancient times were such an army?

"Great official," Gao Yu said to Tong Guan with a smile at this time, "It's better to attack tonight while the morale is high!" Maybe you can rush to Mazong Mountain to set up a formation before the Fan people. ”

Now the army of the Yima Party has not yet arrived at Mazong Mountain, and it is the hard detectives from Gao Yu and Wang Yusa who have discovered their traces.

Therefore, Tong Guan, Gao Yu, and Wang Yu discussed the mobilization of the main force, that is, more than 7,000 people in front of the palace, the Imperial Horse and the Imperial Dragon Warrior, to meet the opponent. Only 2,000 Han soldiers from Xihe Road were left to garrison the fortress outside Longzhuhei City to guard the Doropa Department in the city.

Due to the fact that the previous series of battles were fought very smoothly, the morale of the royal horse and the dragon warrior in front of the palace was extremely high, and they regarded the Tubo tribal army as a walking house deed at all. So Gao Yu simply suggested announcing the good news of the arrival of a new enemy in public - now there are enough heads to cut!

"Good!" Tong Guan also knew that morale could only be drummed up, so he immediately nodded and agreed, "Pack up and set off tonight!" Cut off the heads of the Tibetan people! ”

"Cut off your head! Change houses! ”

"Cut off the head ......"

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"The Damned Creek ...... Rosa"

Yima Dangzheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he whispered a curse on the mattress.

He won't be like Zhao Ji's house slave soldiers, who don't sleep all night and hurry. He wished that the night would never end, so that he would not have to get up and march to Mazong Mountain to set up a formation. Even if the Song army would definitely not attack Mazong Mountain before capturing Longzhu Heicheng, he didn't want to go to Mazong Mountain...... In fact, he didn't approve of his brother's pro-Xia and anti-Song stance at all!

Of course, the Song Kingdom is bad, but the soldiers and horses have been strong all these years, but it is real that the Great White and Gao Kingdom have lost their armor and removed their armor. The big white and high kingdoms can't beat others, what else does the Fan family have? Not to mention the now divided Tsongkha Tubo, it was the era of Na Guluo and Li Lizun, and the Tibetan tribe was defeated by the Song general Cao Wei in the Battle of Sandu Valley.

Now the strength of the Fan Department is far less than that time, but the national strength of the Song State is at its peak, what else to fight!

And the trouble caused by Xi Credit, why should he be called a black cauldron?

Although Yima Dangzheng was angry, he couldn't help it. Although he is also a descendant of Ngaro, he has little strength and cannot resist his brother Xi Luosa. Moreover, most of the warriors in Shanzhou were anti-Song and pro-Xia, thinking that Shanzhou was far away and could make the Song people unreachable.

Therefore, Yima Dangzheng had no way to incite his warriors to rebel, so he could only honestly lead them to death.

When the sky was dark, he was cursing his own brother Yima Dangzheng when he suddenly heard a noise outside the camp.

"Six leaders, six leaders, it's not good!"

Not good? Of course not! If you don't stay in Brother Zongcheng, you can get better when you come to Mazong Mountain? The groggy Yima Dangzheng yawned while pondering: "Come in and talk!" ”

Coming in in a panic was a general under the command of Xi Cheng Luosa, named Mu Bo, who was also a bald lama.

"Mu Bo," Yi Ma asked the party, "what's the matter?" ”

"Song people!" Mu Bo said, "The Song people are here!" ”

"What's the hell?" Yima sat up abruptly, sleepless.

"The Song people are here!" Lama Mubo said, "The commander of the front team sent someone to report that there were torches everywhere along the mountain road, pulling out a full ten miles, and I am afraid that there are thousands of people coming to the Mazong Pass. ”

The mountain road from Michuan Castle to Majongsan Mountain is not wide and winding. Therefore, the army of the Yima Party marched in detachments, and it was stretched long on the mountain road. The front army has already arrived at the Mazong Pass, and the Chinese army of the Yima Party is still ten miles away.

"This, how is this possible?" Yima Dangzheng is really a little panicked. His army had now been stretched out for more than twenty miles, and it would be a bit of a trouble to suddenly encounter the enemy.

Moreover, wasn't the Song army besieging Longzhu Heicheng? Why did you come to Mazong Mountain? Could it be that Longzhu Black City is finished?

Lama Mubo asked, "Six leaders, whether you are fighting or leaving, you should quickly get an idea." ”

"Let's go!" Yima Dangzheng didn't want to fight at all, and now that Longzhu Heicheng seemed to be over, of course he chose to withdraw.

And this choice is not wrong in any way, but Yima Dangzheng began to make mistakes in the future. He did not expect his opponent to enter the battle immediately after the forced march, so he ordered to convene a meeting of the generals and deploy a retreat.

Just as he was holding a military meeting, the house slave soldiers led by Wang Yu began to attack.