Of course, Kublai Khan's tricks cannot be hidden from an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years in theory.

He wanted to kill Yang Feng.

Another goal is to delay time. If the ceasefire is of course beneficial to him, he can take this opportunity to transfer the main force of the Mongolian army and attack Li Yan from all directions at the same time. Yang Feng had only one person, even if he could still go from Kaiping, that is, Yuan Shangdu, and not call Shangdu at this time, even if Yang Feng could come back from there, it would be impossible to block hundreds of thousands of troops on a long front line from Binzhou to Tai'an to Haizhou in the east.

As long as there is a breakthrough in one direction, the Mongolian army can kill Shandong and turn all the people into Shandong in an unmanned land. What's the point even if Yang Feng gets it?

So Yang Feng wouldn't be so stupid.

Even if he wanted to go to Kaiping to cause trouble, he had to kill the Mongolian army that attacked Shandong first, and then lead the army to attack Yanjing.

Kublai Khan would never tolerate him coming to Yanjing in this way.

Because once Yang Feng brought tens of thousands of troops to Yanjing, then the Han army Shihou would definitely turn against each other in large numbers along the way. This can be said to be inevitable. These guys were originally fence-bearers. They were not loyal to the Jin Dynasty back then, and of course they could not really be loyal to Mongolia. They just had no chance. If they had the chance, they would sell Mongolia like they did in the Jin Dynasty back then. And Yang Feng's team would grow like a snowball, growing strongly until they could sweep Hebei and finally reach Yanjing.

Then block Juyongguan, and then Kublai Khan will lose his most important control area. Because as long as Yang Feng blocks Juyongguan, the entire Hebei, whether the Han army Shihou or the Liao and Jin dynasties, even if they were still watching before, would turn against each other without hesitation. In this way, the two areas of Shandong and Hebei will be connected in a large area. If the Song army in the south crosses the Huai River, then the entire Henan will not be able to be saved. Kublai Khan will lose nearly half of his territory, and the east of Hangu Pass will be completely out of touch with him.

What else did he use to fight against his younger brother in the west at that time?

So he had to block Yang Feng.

And this is Yang Feng’s favorite thing. He can kill the Tartars as much as possible. He will constantly attract the main force of the Mongolian army to him like a magnet, and then kill them in various ways.

"Immortal Lord, how to deal with this dog thing?"

Li Yan pointed at the Confucian scholar and asked Yang Feng carefully.

"May I have your name?"

Yang Feng said.

"The Great Mongolia Imperial College Priest Xu Heng and Xu Zhongping."

The Confucian scholar said proudly.

In fact, he also forced himself to hold it up at this time. Not only was his face pale and his whole body trembling, but his face was also constantly sweating. Although his two broken legs were not bleeding, they were swollen rapidly and were forced to press on the ground and rubbed from time to time. The pain was also very strong. He could hold on and be considered a man...

Well, the man is a despicable name at this time.

"Xu-Heng."

Yang Feng said in a long voice.

"The barbarians enter China and then come to China. Your idea is very novel. Is this what Confucius taught you or Mencius taught you? It can't be what you saw in any poster, or it just came up with yourself, right? Don't lie. Although I am different from Confucius and Mencius, I still know what they have written. Don't try to use the fakes in later generations or the words of some ordinary scholars as they said, otherwise I will be careful that I will find their souls to deal with you!"

He continued.

Xu Heng gritted his teeth and kept talking.

"It seems you really came up with it yourself!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"This is what Han Changli said!"

Xu Heng said contemptuously.

"Han Yu? Han Yu seems to be far from your Confucian sages, right? I have some friendship with his nephew. I remember that the only one in his article is that there is only half of the original theory. But can you not cut off the other person's words? Did you miss a few words in the first sentence? Or did you deliberately miss it? What's more, Han Yu's original text mainly emphasizes the difference between China and the barbarians. You cut out half of the words used in the original text to argue your own point of view, and then say that this is the statement of the sage. Are you a little too shameless? Do you believe it or not, I will bring Han Yu's soul and let him take you back and study the problem of your plagiarism and misinterpretation of other people's articles?"

Yang Feng said.

Xu Heng remained silent.

"If you want to be a fence-bearer who is a mother, that's your business. Don't drag the ancients who have died for hundreds or even nearly two thousand years into the water? Although I have no friendship with Confucius and Mencius, at least I can't sit back and see you pour dirty water on others' heads! I really don't want to dig deeper into the matter driven by the northern military and civilians. At the beginning, the Song Dynasty was incapable of protecting the people, causing the fall of the north. The people had to obey their commands in order to survive. The responsibility was not entirely on them, but those who openly confuse the people in order to flatter the Tartars in order to flatter the Tartars, and those who openly confuse the words of their ancestors and theoretically poison China and whitewash them will be extremely evil. It can be said that they are a real traitor."

Yang Feng continued.

Xu Heng still fought silently.

As for whether he was afraid that Yang Feng would attract the souls of Confucius, Mencius and Han to take him away together, it was hard to say. Even if he didn't think Yang Feng had such ability, he also knew that the demon had smashed his head with a hammer, and then said that his soul had been taken away by the three people, so he would definitely have no place to argue. After all, the only choice at this time was to shut up and not give him a reason to get angry anymore.

"Immortal Lord, this person is a close confidant of Kublai Khan, who is as famous as Hao Jing. After Hao Jing was killed by the Immortal Lord, he was valued by Kublai Khan, and he and Liu Bingzhong, Yao Shu, Dou Mo and others were important civil officials under Kublai Khan."

Li Yan said from the side.

"He likes to turn barbarians into China so much, so let him do more of this kind of work. When people come, take him to Laizhou and hand him over to Xiaoyu, and ask Xiaoyu to arrange a ship to send him to Taiwan, and then throw it into a native tribe to see how many barbarians he can turn into China. If he can turn into ten thousand people, I will erect a monument to him. I just hope that he will not return to the earth in another form the next day. In addition, there will be such Confucian scholars in the future, and they will also deal with it in this way. If they like it, they will satisfy them. There are not enough barbarians in Taiwan, barbarians in the South Ocean, and barbarians in the South Ocean, and Western Ocean. There are many barbarians in this world, and they have places to display their talents."

Yang Feng said.

Well, the natives were still so stingy at this time, and his employees in Taipei had already been dragged away and then grilled.

The fate of the poor Master Xu was destined. A group of soldiers who were like wolves and tigers came forward and dragged them away in his constant struggle. Next, he would be sent to Laizhou to board a ship to Taiwan to educate the natives. In fact, he did not fulfill his mission. No one of the sailors of the Nanyang Company would treat him as an old man. Before he even arrived in Taiwan, he died of septic infection caused by the ulceration of his legs. The dead people at sea were thrown directly into the sea to avoid plague, so he was also thrown into the sea by the sailors. In short, the so-called first person in the Yuan Dynasty who originally formulated the etiquette of the Yuan Dynasty in history disappeared...

It disappeared from the belly of the fish and turned into fish feces.

Three days later, east of Qihe City.

Yang Feng, carrying a scepter that looked more like a Pu Dao, stood on the north end of the incomplete Daqing River wooden bridge. Beside him, only Li Yao was holding a red dragon holding the sun and moon flag. A large number of cavalry were coming in front of him. Under the middle flag, a general was bright and armored, which was eye-catching.

"This is Han Shi'an, a ten thousand household of the Tartars."

Li Yao said carefully.

"Han people?"

Yang Feng said.

"The Han people, but their ancestors followed the Liao Kingdom."

Li Yao said.

"Hmph! I regard it as if I were to sell it in Seoul!"

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

Then he inserted the decorative scepter in his hand to the saddle, jumped up and landed, and instantly picked up his beloved mace, and rushed straight to Han Shi'an like a wild dog that broke away from reins.

The enemy troops opposite him were stunned for a moment. Why did he fight alone if he disagrees?

Then hundreds of cavalry on the opposite side accelerated forward at the same time, but at the moment they hit Yang Feng jumped up and over the running cavalry continued to rush straight to Han Shi'an. The latter turned around in horror, and the bows and arrows in his hands were fired in one go. Yang Feng roared and raised his mace to smash it into the air. The mace was hitting Han Shi'an's head with a terrifying roar. The latter and his horse turned into splashing flesh and blood like rotten watermelons.

silence.

Weird silence.

Yang Feng looked around with a mace, and the Han cavalry who were already holding spears to poke him looked at him blankly.

"roll!"

Yang Feng shouted.

The next moment, all the cavalry turned around and ran away in the crowded crowds.

"Hmph, overestimate one's own abilities!"

Then the Immortal Lord returned proudly with a face full of admiration, and greeted his female apprentice's infinite admiration. On the river south of them, countless soldiers were busy, using various wood to repair the wooden bridge that had been burned before. A large number of cavalrymen on the south bank were gathering and waiting.

This is his expeditionary force.

Of course, he could not have taken all of Li Yan's troops north, in fact, he only needed a small number of cavalry.

Li Yan handed over his subordinates, including the five hundred most precious heavy cavalry, and three thousand of them were all the elite cavalry at the core of his troops to Yang Feng. These cavalry had the best equipment and the best war horses, and their combat effectiveness was almost no less than that of the Mongolian cavalry. They would follow the Immortal Lord to attack Yanjing north. Li Yan led his main force to attack Dongping, taking advantage of Yang Feng's chance to disrupt the northern line and restrain the main force of the Mongolian army, threatened Guo Kan from behind, forcing Guo Kan to return to defense and relieve the threat to Li Gaoge, and strive to compete with Li Gaoge north to seize the east of Sishui. In addition, some troops were divided into landing in Binzhou, and from Binzhou to north to support the Immortal Lord's expedition. This was Yang Feng's entire combat deployment, and the core was his expeditionary force.

At present, the most important thing for this expeditionary force is to cross the Qinghe River.

Xiaoqing River is easy.

The Qing River is almost parallel to the east. As long as the remote wall in the middle of the two rivers and the old monk's mouth block the enemy troops on the eastern front, you can just pass directly from the upper reaches of the Xiaoqing River, but the Qing River is different. Originally, there was a wooden bridge outside the Qihe City, but of course the Mongols would not keep it anymore. In other words, Yang Feng's expeditionary army had to force the crossing and defend the bridgehead, and then repair the wooden bridge to cross. Fortunately...

Fortunately, Yang Feng could do this kind of thing alone!

"Old man is in charge of the way, how can you get a raccoon?"

Yang Feng carried the mace and looked proudly at the Qi River in the distance...

Well, there is no Qihe City.

After the Mongols occupied the Central Plains, they forced the demolition of city walls in various places, especially those of the Han army's Shihou's territory. Except for those major cities, all other city walls that hindered the galloping of Mongolian cavalry were demolished. The reason why Li Yan's territory was that he had carried out construction privately over the years, but Jinan did not belong to him before. This was the territory of another Shihou Zhang Hong. The latter was very obedient. There was no city in this area except Jinan. By the way, what the Mongols dreamed of turning the entire Central Plains into a huge grassland pasture.

"This is the Tartar cavalry!"

Li Yao looked at another cavalry rushing in the distance and said with a serious look on her face.

"Just to my wish!"

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

Among the Mongolian cavalry, a fierce general accelerated forward, holding a mace in his hand, and a giant European horse under his crotch, rushed forward with one horse. He relied on the high speed of the war horse, and in a blink of an eye he arrived in front of Yang Feng.

"Boruo Huan is here, the demon will die!"

The general shouted arrogantly.

The next moment, Yang Feng suddenly reached the top of his head. Before he could understand, he knocked down his helmet, grabbed the small braid on his head, and then took the small braid behind him. Of course, the running horse could not stop. Just as the Andalusian horse rushed over, Boluo Huan was so funny that Yang Feng pulled the braid down under the horse, and fell heavily on the hard soil.

"ah!"

Bo Luohuan, who smashed the ground, screamed.

And at his torn scalp, blood flowed down his bald head.

"If you don't have that ability, don't learn to show off!"

Yang Feng said speechlessly.

Then he let go of his hand, Bo Luo Huan pulled out a short knife with a fierce look on his face and stabbed him directly in the chest. Yang Feng didn't even look at it, and his right hand grabbed his face like a face-cuffed bug and lifted it straight into the air.

At this time, the cavalry behind Boluo Huan also arrived.

These are all the most elite heavy cavalry, and even the horses are Arabian horses. By the way, the Mongolian cavalry didn't just ride the short Mongolian horses to sweep the world. In fact, all the Mongolian heavy cavalry were tall Central Asian horses or Arab horses. The galloping war horses were on the rushing horses and rushed in with a thunderous momentum. Yang Feng held Boluo Huan, and he suddenly turned around and showed a bright smile at Li Yao.

The next moment, he threw Boluo Huan, whose skull had been crushed in his hand, picked up his mace and roared and knocked into the Mongolian cavalry, instantly stirring up a bloody rain, and countless broken corpses kept flying into the sky.
Chapter completed!