After the fall of Zhongdu City, many supplies of the Jin Kingdom also fell into the hands of the Mongols. It was still a problem for Wanyan Honglie's 100,000 people to eat and drink.

What's more, Wanyan Honglie is only the coach all the way, and he can't completely cover the sky with one hand.

Wanyankang's grain reserves were no longer enough to support his army until autumn grain fell.

"General Wanyan, look at this letter. Is it credible?"

Wanyankang handed Lu Chengfeng's letter to Monk Wanyanchen next to him, who was also the only general under his command.

Wanyankang was also courageous, and he insisted on selling the iron to maintain Monk Wanyanchen's three thousand heavy cavalry.

"My young prince, I think that no matter whether it is trustworthy or not, we have no choice."

"Moreover, the general has already sent people to investigate. The total strength of the Mongolian army in Xixia is 35,000, and there are 15,000 in Pingzhou City."

"There are mainly five other cities. The most is only six thousand people, and the least is only two to three thousand people. We only need to eat one of its cities to solve the current supply problem."

Monk Wanyan Chen is not a wise man, but he is a person with a keen sense of battlefield. He can judge which enemies are easier to defeat.

"you mean?"

"Let's send out the sentinels. Once we find any changes in the Mongolian army in Pingzhou, we will immediately capture the Mongolian army station in the north closest to Kangcheng."

"They have less than 3,000 men and horses. I will take 3,000 heavy cavalry and send 10,000 'loyal and brave troops' to attack overnight."

Monk Wanyan Chen pointed to a location on the map, which was the nearest county town to Kangcheng, less than 150 miles away from Kangcheng.

If once this place is captured, the control area of ​​Kangcheng will be increased by two hundred miles to the north and east.

Wanyankang looked at the map and then at the high-spirited monk Wanyanchen.

"Okay, General Wanyan will be solely responsible for the mission here. Pay attention to controlling casualties. Every time our sergeants die, we will lose one. The thousands of new recruits we have recruited will not be used yet."

It turned out that even though Wanyankang was short of food and grass, he still posted a recruitment notice in Kangcheng, allowing people from any country to serve as soldiers and eat food.

A total of 5,000 people have been recruited and are still being trained. It is estimated that they can barely be used to defend the city. If they are really sent out to fight in the field, there is no chance at all.

Guo Mo and the others stayed in Kangcheng for one night and contacted the "Tingfeng" in Xixia. Even if Lu Wei was killed, the earliest "Tingfeng" organization in Yinzhou City could still act independently.

Before Guo Mo could get up and go to Pingzhou, the advance personnel of the "Dunwu Army" arrived.

As soon as Meng Gong received Lu Chengfeng's letter, he hurriedly summoned all the generals, and they all rushed to get to this assigned task.

In the end, Wang Jian, who was still the most senior, won the mission, led a thousand elites, put on unmarked battle armor, and headed north overnight.

Wang Jianjian completed the two-day journey in one and a half days.

When they arrived at Taiyuan Prefecture, they didn't even enter the city. They just sent someone to notify Lu Chengfeng.

After Lu Chengfeng finished handling the matters at hand, he also took twenty elites from the Qilin Battalion and pursued Guo Mo westward.

Since he had not fought with his old boss for more than two years, Wang Jian was a little excited and simply asked his deputy to lead the brigade slowly. He only led fifty cavalry and joined Lu Chengfeng with Guo Mo in Kangcheng.

"You kid, why are you still so reckless? Have you even abandoned the army?"

As soon as they met, Guo Mo scolded Wang Jian "hardly" even though he seemed to be two years younger than Wang Jian.

"Haha, after winning the mission to go north, the general rushed here non-stop. Knowing that I, Wang Jian, can fight under the command of the capital again, many old brothers are envious."

In the "Dunwu Army", if you want to call Meng Gong, or the original Yue Ao, or the current Wang Jian, everyone will say Meng Dutong, Yue Dutong and Wang Dutong.

If you just call him "Dutong" without a surname, then everyone will know that you must be calling him Guo Mo.

Others may call him "His Royal Highness King Yan", Generalissimo, etc., but only the old brothers of "Dunwu Army" are still accustomed to calling Guo Mo "Du Tong".

"Okay, now that we are here, let's start working. This is the terrain map of western and northern Xixia. Get familiar with it as soon as possible. Tomorrow you will take your fifty riders and open the road ahead."

"The Mongols will not be unprepared, especially before and after entering Pingzhou. You must be careful. You haven't dealt with the Mongols before. Their archery skills are very powerful."

In order to facilitate communication, Guo Mo assigned Wang Jian's advance team to five members of "Tingfeng".

From Kangcheng to Pingzhou, it is more than 1,000 miles, and the normal cavalry marching speed takes five or six days.

Wang Jian and others took the lead and stayed about fifty miles north of Guo Mo and others. Just three days later, Wang Jian sent someone to deliver eighteen left ears.

"This kid actually still retains this 'fine tradition', haha——"

Seeing that the sergeants next to him were a little confused, Lu Chengfeng told them the story of the "Dunwu Army" and the origin of the resounding nickname "Guo Zuoer".

"We have encountered Mongolian scouts ahead, everyone should be careful. Fourth brother, when will Feng Ge and the others arrive?"

It has been three days since he entered Xixia, and he has not seen Feng Ge's horse thieves yet, which makes Guo Mo feel a little uneasy.

"Feng Ge and the others have to bypass a Mongolian army station. They will be able to arrive here to join us by tomorrow night at the latest."

Lu Chengfeng took out a march map and marked Feng Ge's planned march route and the scheduled rendezvous point.

Everyone walked north for another day, and sure enough, before it got dark, they encountered Feng Ge's army of more than 400 horsemen.

"Fourth Junior Brother, did you encounter any trouble on the way?"

Seeing Feng Ge coming to salute, Guo Mo stepped forward and grabbed him.

"The journey was smooth, but when we passed by the Mongolian army station, we unexpectedly ran into Wan Yankang's men. From a distance, it looked like there were probably no less than ten thousand people, and it seemed that they were going to take action against the Mongolian army stationed there."

"This kid Wan Yankang only wants to take advantage and doesn't want to take responsibility——"

From the position on the map, Guo Mo could tell what Wan Yankang was thinking, and he couldn't just take advantage of the situation.

"Fourth Brother, can we, Tingfeng, be stationed in Mongolia to deliver news?"

Guo Mo thought for a moment, then turned to Lu Chengfeng and asked.

"The power of Tingfeng in Xixia is still very weak. We only have our people buried in two Mongolian stations. We are still working hard in other places."

Lu Chengfeng said with a little shame that in the original plan, he would not send troops to Xixia in the next two years.

Therefore, the main direction of "Listening to the Wind" is still focused on the Jin Kingdom and Mongolia.

"Two places are enough. Once we take action against the Mongols, we will immediately activate the 'Ting Feng' in those two places and let them spread the news that Wan Yankang has 10,000 gold soldiers and is going to attack the Mongolian garrison."

"As long as we can attract two Mongolian garrison troops, even if we only remove half of the troops, we can make them evenly matched."

After all, Guo Mo didn't have many troops at his disposal, only 1,500 to 1,500 troops, while the Mongolian army had more than 30,000 troops, and Wan Yankang had more than 40,000 troops.

Unless he provokes a fight between them, he is really passive.

Don't forget, there are tens of thousands of Xixia troops stationed in various state capitals, and it's not sure when they will suddenly appear.

Sure enough, both the actions of the five thousand Mongolian troops in Pingzhou and the thirteen thousand troops in Wanyankang attracted the attention of the surrounding Xixia troops.

Wan Yankang's intention was very obvious. It could be seen that he was looking for trouble for the two or three thousand Mongolian troops. Of course, the Xixia people were happy to watch the fun.

However, the more than 5,000 Mongolian cavalry heading south from Pingzhou disturbed the nerves of the Xixia army in several places.

"General Subotai, I have sent thirty scouts to the east, west, and south respectively. However, since yesterday, not even one of the scouts sent to the south has returned."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I will ask the general for instructions, should we stop moving forward?"

The scouts of an army are all selected top soldiers who are outstanding in terms of combat effectiveness and brains.

Of the thirty scouts, none of them survived. How many troops and capabilities are needed to keep them here?

"General Subotai, besides our five thousand soldiers and horses, what is the nearest army nearby?"

Seeing Subotai's dilemma, Xiao Ju, who was on horseback next to him, asked.

"Fifty miles to the southwest, there is a Xixia garrison, with about three thousand people coming. It is a market town of the Xixia people, and you should like it."

Subotai almost spoke through gritted teeth. He had decided to attack the Xixia garrison here first.

What's more important is that in that market town, the only thing that can best solve the morale problem of the Mongolian army is - massacre.

As night fell, Subotai's five thousand troops had arrived three miles away from the market town.

The so-called market towns are just places where people in Xixia conduct daily transactions. There are also some merchants traveling from north to south, but they are much smaller in scale than the borders and large cities.

However, the total number of men and women who live here daily is at least three to four thousand.

In the southeast of the market town, there is a simple military fort, which is said to have been left by the Tang Dynasty.

It has been hundreds of years, and it has fallen into disrepair and is barely habitable.

"Mr. Xiao, just watch here, how the Mongolian warriors use the blood of these humble Xixia people to wash away the greatest loyalty of the Mongolian warriors to the Great Khan."

"Suomudun, you take three thousand cavalry and ambush them halfway from the military fort to the market town. Once those Xixia soft-footed soldiers come over, kill them all without taking any prisoners!"

"Other men, follow me into the market town and kill all the men——"

Subotai waved a machete with one arm and was the first to rush into the market town, closely followed by more than two thousand Mongolian soldiers who looked like wolves and tigers.

"Shizuo Xiao, aren't these Mongolian soldiers too cruel?"

Except in front of Brother Tiemu, Xiao Ju still maintains the habit of covering his face with a black scarf.

Behind Xiao Ju, there were also about twenty people, all of whom were his cronies in the Ming Cult.

Not all of these people are from the Western Regions, but also from the Jin Kingdom, the Song Dynasty, and even two Xixia people.

Xiao Ju saw the charge of thousands of cavalry for the first time. He was thinking, if he faced such a charge, would he be able to withstand it?

In other words, can I survive such a charge intact?

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To be continued...