The Bayankala Mountains are covered with snow for several feet. Every step down, the snow is not above the knees. The ordinary noisy forest is silent like a dead person in this winter. Occasionally, the snow on the canopy falls, making the people walking below white. This is not a season to walk in the deep mountains, but at this time, a team of hundreds of people is trekking hard.

At the front, a man nearly 1.9 meters tall held a Mo knife in his hand and tried hard to split the short shrubs. These shrubs were nothing, but now they were icy. As soon as they were almost integrated from the shrubs, they were extremely hard to cut. Thanks to the extremely sharpness of Mo Dao, and this man was amazing, so he could only try to make a way in the forest. This man was naturally the stupid man Jiang Xu, but even he supported at most one meal, and he was panting as if he was panting, so he replaced another Mo Dao Hand. This time, in addition to Jiang Xu, there were three other Mo Dao Hands, one was Su Dingfang, and the other two were two soldiers selected by Su Dingfang. Su Dingfang could barely support a cup of tea, while the other two were much inferior.

Behind them, Yun Zhao led the dark clouds and walked forward silently. At this time, speaking seemed extremely wasteful of energy, and everyone used every effort to rush forward.

Yun Zhao brought out this time. In addition to the nearly 200 people he selected, Su Dingfang selected a group of elite troops from Anqing City. Three hundred people were preparing to detour through the Bayankala Mountain and go behind the Mongolian army, giving the Mongolian army a fatal blow. In this season, the team that lost the logistics supplies could no longer support the battle. Even survival would become a problem. In that case, the Mongolian army would have to retreat and would never become a threat to Anqing again, and survive this winter. On the day of spring, Bayankala Mountain would once again connect Anqing with Yizhou. Although the road was dangerous, it was Anqing's life channel. If this channel was maintained, the Great Vietnamese army would have a shortcut to send troops.

They had been trekking in the mountains for three days, and all their ties with Anqing and the stone fort have been cut off. I don’t know how many days the Mongolian army launched another attack, and how many brothers fell on the city wall. Anqing had Yue Ming, Shibao, and Yun Zhao entrusted the command rights to Jiang Feng before setting off. Although Jiang Feng was away from the army for many years, he was a regular army after all, and was naturally much stronger than slaughtering dragons and tigers. With the steepness of the stone fort, there should be no problem to defend it.

At this time, Yun Zhao naturally didn't know that because of the crushing defeat at the stone castle, Lakathi was so angry that she vomited blood on the spot and had a major problem with her body. She couldn't hold on for a few days, and Lakathi, who knew her family, had no choice but to attack Anqing and Shicheng at this time. She was determined to pave the way for her son Tutuo before she fell down. Just as Yun Zhao and others entered the Bayankara Mountains, a cleanup had already started in the Mongolian army camp.

Countless torches shone the central tent of the Mongolian army camp. In this translucent area, the snow had already been shoveled away, revealing the fertile black land below. However, at this time, the black land had already been stained with blood, and dozens of corpses fell neatly on the ground, all tied with their hands on the ground, and their heads were already hanging on the flagpole. On one side of these corpses were the leaders of seven or eight small tribes. Although they were not restricted from freedom at this time, they knelt on the ground with trembling, protruding themselves into the ground, and did not dare to move.

The curtain door of Lakathi's big tent was rolled up high, and Lakathi, who was carrying heavy fur, looked yellow, but the murderous aura in his eyes seemed to emerge from the big tent. In the Guoluo tribe, important figures who had the ability to threaten Tuotuo were now collapsed in a pool of blood. Their confidants and relatives were on the ground where the tribe leaders knelt on the ground, hundreds of people were buried alive in the ground, kneeling on it, and these people seemed to be able to hear the wailing sounds of the people beneath them.

Without any sign, Lacarthy suddenly launched the massacre. He had already expected that today, as soon as these people left, Guo Luo's generals would become Tuotuo's palm.

Looking at the leaders of these small tribes, Rakathi's eyes slowly dimmed. He waved his hand and said tiredly: "I naturally know your loyalty. If you go down, as long as you keep your promise, then the Guoluo tribe will not treat you badly."

The leaders got up and retreated in fear. From this moment on, their tribe had completely disappeared. They would become direct subordinates of the Guoluo tribe. Between the continuation of the tribe and the survival, they both chose the latter. Their tribe warriors were dispersed and divided into the Guoluo tribe's army. They also lost their command rights. Lakathie picked out some low-identity but brave people from their tribe.

The former officers were deprived of all their power. This seemingly casual move completely caused the leaders of these tribes to lose control of the army. The lucky ones who were knocked out by the luck from the sky fell from the sky one by one, one by one, knelt in front of Lakathia and swore allegiance to him and Tuotuo. From today on, they will become another group of new nobles among the Mongolian tribe, of course, the premise is that they must be under the premise of the Guoluo tribe.

"Father, lie down and rest!" Tuotuo said, holding Lakathy.

Lying back on the couch, Lakathy looked at Tuotuo and said, "Tuotuo, I have written a memorial to the king for this act. All the mistakes will be borne by me. The king is now at the time of employed people. We have integrated the troops of more than 30,000 people. In fact, for the king, the combat power has been improved. Therefore, the king may severely rebuke, but he will not bring punishment to you. And I, a dead person, will never drag me up and whip the corpse!"

Lacarthy laughed, and a sickly rosy blush appeared on his face.

"Father, stop talking. You should rest first. After you have a good spirit, you will talk. My son is still counting on you to help me on the horse and send me a ride!" Tuotuo said.

Lacarthy sighed, "I can help you on the horse, but I can't send you away for a long time. It depends on you in the future. Tuotuo. Our Mongolian tribe has always been the king. As long as you have strong force in your hands, you will be respected. But there is one thing you must remember. I think the king is in a hurry to conquer Tanzhou this time, not only for the resources and population of Tanzhou, but also other meanings."

"Father, what else do the king want to do?" Tutuo asked in confusion.

"Found the country!" Lacarthy said word by word.

Tuotuo was shocked, "Building a country?"

Lakathie nodded, "I have an old friend in the royal court. I got some news from him. I guess that the king means this. The Mongolians have always been a loose alliance, and the strong are kings. In this generation, King Wuda is ambitious and the royal family is extremely powerful. At this moment, he encountered the Emperor of Dayue who was seriously ill and was unable to support his throne. The prince competed for the throne and the country was in ruins. This is a good opportunity for the Mongolians to establish a country. The king will definitely not miss such a good opportunity. This opportunity is rare and there will be no more if you miss it."

"I'm afraid that most of the officials will not agree. If they object, the king will not succeed."

"In the long run, it is beneficial to us, the Mongolian people. Our Mongolian people are too loose and a large amount of power is consumed above internal struggle. If a centralized country is established like Dayue, the national strength will definitely be greatly improved. Only after integrating the power of all tribes can we have the ability to compete with Dayue."

"So, in the apology, I also explained this to the king. I believe that when the king saw this, I annexed more than a dozen small parts this time, the king's anger will be reduced a little." Lakathie chuckled and said, "When the king conquered Tanzhou, you immediately give a clear statement and respectfully ask the king to establish a country and become emperor. In this way, as the leader, the king will definitely not forget your goodness."

Tutuo nodded and looked at his father who was increasingly struggling to speak, tears came from his eyes. His father had completely planned his future path. As long as he walked through it step by step, he could ensure that Guo Luomen was prosperous for decades and undefeated.

"Father, then do we have to fight An Qing next?" Tuotuo asked.

"Of course, it's appropriate. The above is all about the virtual things. Even if we Mongolians establish a country, the tradition of emphasizing military merits will never change. If you want to have a crucial position after the Mongolians establish a country, you must have corresponding military merits. Therefore, Anqing must be won."

"Father, I understand." Tuotuo nodded, "Even if the soldiers are damaged, I will take Anqing down."

"If you want to go to Anqing, you must first overcome the stone fortress. If you want to overcome the stone fortress, you must first occupy the cliffs on both sides of the stone fortress. Do you know what to do?" Lacathie said.

"Father, I will rush to attack Anqing and lure the defenders of Shibao to help. This is the first thing. Secondly, I will send an elite army to sneak into the Bayankala Mountains, pass through the Bayankala Mountains, and unexpectedly raid the cliffs on both sides of the stone fort. As long as these two important places are taken down, the stone fort can go down in one go. After capturing the stone fort, Anqing's army will be in chaos and take the opportunity to take it." Tuotuo thought carefully and boldly expressed his plan.

Lacarthy looked at his son, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and wanted to touch his son's face again. As soon as he was halfway through, he had already lowered his eyes, but his eyes were closed, but there was still a smile on his lips. He had already returned to his death.

"Father!" Tuotuo knelt down in front of the bed and howled loudly.

One day later, all the soldiers of the Guoluo army wrapped a piece of white cloth on their helmets, and tens of thousands of troops came out of the camp and headed straight to Anqing City. At the same time, an elite Mongolian army of about 500 people quietly entered the Bayankala Mountains. (To be continued...)
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