The hunting continues.

Wang Baobao looked at Zhao Zhijing's disregarded expression and shook his head secretly in his heart.

In the eyes of this little prince, all the countries around Mongolia have been exposed to national strength, and only the "Song" can compete with Mongolia.

Because the "Song" is not inferior to the Great Mongolia, which has already expanded its territory to the horizon in terms of population, economy, equipment, and even generals.

But, by chance, this ancient country that he regarded as a great enemy disappointed him again and again.

Read all history books.

Over the past century.

This ancient country is like a cowardly sheep.

They can only allow the surrounding jackals, tigers and leopards to bully them.

I finally got up and went out to "hunter" several times, but most of them ended in failure.

Thirty thousand to five thousand, failed.

One hundred thousand to eight thousand, fail.

Gathering 300,000 troops can't defend a line of defense.

He was beaten to the gate of the capital by the enemy. Although he had more than 700,000 soldiers, he finally offered the wealth of the whole city to survive.

Wang Baobao, the former one, was confused about this.

When he grew up, he participated in wars several times and traveled to this country in person.

This made him gradually understand the reason for the failure of "Song".

Mongolian warriors fought against the Han people.

One person against one person, the winner is hard to tell.

Ten people vs ten people, slightly negative.

A hundred people against a hundred people, seven points fail.

However, when the scale of the war expanded to a thousand, ten thousand, even one hundred thousand, one million...

These "smart" Han people became sheep that could only be hunted by Mongolian wolves.

They are not born weak, but they lack the courage to face the enemy.

Especially when you don’t have to face a strong enemy, these "smart people" will try their best to escape.

When the first person escaped on the battlefield.

It will lead the second and third...

In the end, it caused a great defeat like an avalanche!

Of course, there are exceptions.

After all, there are many Han people in the "Song Dynasty", and there are always a few heroes.

But after these heroes appear, they will be afraid of the king of "Song" and will eventually be pushed to the beheading stage.

It's like an elderly old wolf king.

After the Old Wolf King discovered that there were little wolfs in his clan who had the qualifications to grow into a wolf king.

Driven by his jealousy and self-protection mentality, this old wolf king will go crazy to kill these heroic and powerful little wolves that can protect the tribe.

Regarding this.

In addition to being shocked by the habits of the Han people.

From the bottom of his heart, he was glad for it...

First, I am glad that there is a lack of a strong opponent.

Second, I am glad that in this vast hunting ground, only the Great Mongolian still has the courage to challenge the strong!

Listening to the roar of the Mongolian warriors in my ears.

Wang Baobao was holding grape wine in his hand and drinking in big mouthfuls.

Maybe it's finally one day.

The warriors of the Great Mongolian Empire will also fall into what the Han people are today.

However, Wang Baobao is willing to use his life to delay this corrupt process.

Laughing loudly.

Looking at his warriors, they brought the heads of those powerful monsters to him.

Looking at the desire for victory in these warriors' eyes, the desire for victory is hot.

Looking at the contempt from the smart people in the eyes of the Taoist priest beside him.

Wang Baobao smiled more and more happily!

"Come on, bandage our warriors and we keep moving forward!"

......

......

The Mongolian army walked through the stone valley.

Crossing the celestial line of honeycomb rock wall.

In front of me is a spacious sea of ​​flowers.

Many hard-working jade bees swim in this sea of ​​flowers.

With Zhao Zhijing's guidance, the Mongolian warriors of the brigade took out gas-filled sheep stomach sac from their waists.

After taking a deep breath, he plunged into the hidden pool.

On the shore, Wang Baobao also talks with Zhao Zhijing.

He likes this Han man very much.

I like the other person's appearance that he obviously despises him but has to bow down to himself.

This can make Wang Baobao's heart aspire to conquer.

Especially when the other party is like this now, he reveals his soft belly like an old dog, pleases him with a flattering expression, and can also bring him more victory...

What reason does he have to refuse to like such a person?

Standing on the shore, Wang Baobao waited for a short time.

Finally, someone sent back a message from the Mongolian warriors who sneaked into the ancient tomb from under the secluded pond.

Everything is safe!

After receiving the accurate report, Wang Baobao laughed and took a sheep stomach airbag from the guards.

Then.

Take the lead in jumping into the pond.

Under the pool is a dark river.

Swim up the river.

When the air in the sheep's stomach sac was about to be consumed, the warriors leading the way led them to a shore port located underground.

It's pitch black.

It was pitch black.

There is no light, there is only the light brought by a few warriors when they ignite the fire.

With the faint light of fire, the group walked up the stone steps that were carved out with obvious artificial traces.

Gradually, a little light appeared in front of him.

Not so dazzling, it looks very soft.

Under the leadership of the warriors, Wang Baobao turned over.

The scene that appeared in front of him was a little shocked.

"Is this...a tomb?"

"I think so, little prince."

The Mongolian warrior who was responsible for leading the way bent down and tapped his heart with his right hand a few times:

"The place where we are should be a large tomb belonging to the Han nobles. I just don't know which Khan of the Han people is buried in this tomb."

"Khan? Emperor?"

Wang Baobao touched his chin and thought for a moment, turned around and looked at Zhao Zhijing behind him: "My dear Taoist Master Zhao, do you know the answer to the question?"

"this....."
To be continued...