"Emperor of the Liao Kingdom, Yelu Hongji is here!"

As soon as Meng Xiuyuan's words came out, the sound shook the whole country and could be heard clearly by tens of thousands of Liao troops.

However, what was different from the previous times was that the Khitan soldiers, who were originally wild and had been roaring in response to Meng Xiuyuan, were now standing still.

Even Song Jun, who was beating drums and cheering after Yanmen closed the gate, involuntarily stopped what he was doing after hearing these words.

In this huge valley, except for the occasional neighing of war horses, there was no sound at all.

The Liao army flag, which was more than two feet long, was erected upright, with the helpless Yelu Hongji hanging on the top, allowing all the Liao soldiers within a few dozen feet to see clearly.

Although the Liao army in the distance couldn't clearly see Yelu Hongji's clothes and appearance on the military flag, they saw Meng Xiuyuan's miraculous martial arts before and saw the motionless appearance of his comrades in the military formation in front, but they also knew that this was indeed the case.

, can’t be fake.

For a time, Meng Xiuyuan's loud shout not only echoed in the valley, but also echoed in the hearts of tens of thousands of Liao soldiers, leaving them all at a loss.

Only the dozens of cavalry personal guards originally guarding Yelu Hongji still rushed towards Meng Xiuyuan desperately, hoping to take Yelu Hongji back.

However, the loyal and fearless spirit was still unable to close the gap in reality. Within a few breaths, these dozens of people fell to the ground, injured and unable to move.

"You...what exactly are you going to do?"

When Yelu Hongji at the top of the flagpole saw this scene, his heart became cold and he couldn't help but ask Meng Xiuyuan in a trembling voice.

Meng Xiuyuan looked up at him, but did not answer. Instead, he raised the military flag, carried Yelu Hongji, and walked towards Yanmen Pass.

Along the way, the officers and soldiers of the Liao Army behaved in different ways. Some wanted to come forward and fight to stop them, some stopped where they were and were unable to move, and some had their legs weak and retreated slowly.

But no matter what, they did not pose any obstacle to Meng Xiuyuan. Although he was missing one hand to hold the flag, Meng Xiuyuan was still in the Liao army's formation as if there was no one around him.

After all, Yelu Hongji was an extraordinary person. Seeing this scene, he still didn't give up. He shouted loudly at the surrounding Liao soldiers, talking about official titles, titles, gold, silver, beauties and other rewards.

Don't hesitate, Jun. Come and rescue him quickly.

Meng Xiuyuan smiled slightly when he heard the sound, and did not stop. He just used the force-guiding method in "Tai Chi". Every time he took action to repel an oncoming Liao soldier, he also used the force to direct the counterattack force to the military flag in his hand.

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Under the transmission of force, every time a Liao army was injured, Yelu Hongji at the top of the flag also wailed, feeling as if his internal organs, limbs and joints were being shaken apart.

After many times, Yelu Hongji could not bear the tossing and did not care about the dignity of the emperor. He quickly changed his words and shouted loudly to all the surrounding Liao soldiers to put down their weapons and not to stop Meng Xiuyuan.

When the Liao army generals heard this, they did not dare to disobey their emperor's order, so they hurriedly sent orders to everyone to move away and make way for Meng Xiuyuan.

In this way, a smooth road slowly appeared in front of Meng Xiuyuan, with tens of thousands of Liao troops lined up on both sides, just like Moses parting the sea.

Seeing this scene, all the soldiers who had closed the Yanmen Gate were dumbfounded and felt very unreal in their hearts.

They never dreamed that they would see the Liao army bowing to a Song man like this in their lifetime.

"Quick, pass the order, keep beating the drums, and welcome our Song warriors back to the battlefield!"

The city guard general looked at the Emperor of Liao State carrying Meng Xiuyuan's flag from a distance. He felt that great achievements were coming towards him and hurriedly gave orders.

A moment later, the sound of war drums as Yanmen closed rumbled again, accompanied by Meng Xiuyuan's unhurried pace, as if every beat struck the hearts of the tens of thousands of Liao troops.

In the cold wind of the morning, the Liao army flag in Meng Xiuyuan's hand fluttered in the wind. A pair of sun and moon were painted on the flag, and the color was bright red.

The Khitan people believed in shamanism and worshiped the heaven, earth, sun and moon very devoutly. Even the Khitan emperor was also called the Emperor of Heaven, claiming that he was the incarnation of the sun god.

But at this moment, hanging on the supreme sun and moon flag is their "Emperor of Heaven". Such a scene makes every Liao soldier who sees it feel as shocked as the sky is falling and the earth is falling.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Meng Xiuyuan held up the flag and carried Yelu Hongji all the way through the long Liao army array until he reached Yanmen Pass.

"May I have your name?"

Yelu Hongji, who was on the flag, remained silent all the way. When Meng Xiuyuan stopped, he suddenly turned around with difficulty and asked aloud.

"Meng Xiuyuan."

"Okay, Meng Yingxiong, your bravery is unparalleled in the world, I admire you very much.

What happened today has not only caused me to lose face, but also caused the three armies of the Liao Kingdom to lose their spirit.

Even though I returned to the Liao Dynasty from the north, I never had the intention or ability to organize the southern expedition to the Song Dynasty.

According to the rules of the Khitan people, if I am captured by you now, I can redeem myself with money, cattle and sheep.

I know you may not be interested in these mundane things, but my country, Liao, is powerful and rich, and half of the world is rich. As long as you ask, no matter what rare martial arts or rare treasures you have, I can offer them to you..."

After all the hardships, there was only one death. Yelu Hongji was still unwilling to give up and spoke to Meng Xiuyuan to persuade him.

Meng Xiuyuan shook his head silently when he heard this, and did not talk to Yelu Hongji. Instead, he used his full energy and opened his mouth and said to the tens of thousands of Liao troops in front of him:

"Emperor Yelu Hongji of the Liao Kingdom tore up the alliance for his own selfish desires, used weapons rashly, and invaded the borders of the Song Dynasty..."

As he spoke, Meng Xiuyuan waved the flag in his hand, and Yelu Hongji was immediately thrown out and landed heavily in front of the Liao army's formation.

The Liao army officers in front of them hurriedly wanted to go up and help them, but they heard the sound of "swish" breaking through the air. The next moment, the big flag in Meng Xiuyuan's hand had been inserted diagonally into Yelu Hongji's chest, penetrated his body, and was still a foot into the ground.

deep.

Along with the big flag came Meng Xiuyuan's voice that sounded like thunder:

"His crime is unforgivable, I will kill him today.

If someone commits the crime again in the future, even with thousands of troops, it will be difficult to save his life!"

As Yelu Hongji said during his lifetime, the Liao soldiers at this time had already lost all their vigor and courage.

Seeing that the emperor was killed in front of him, the tens of thousands of Liao troops immediately fell into chaos. The soldiers and horses were in panic. The generals hurriedly issued orders, but it was difficult to unify them, and the troops became more and more confused.

After a long time, these tens of thousands of soldiers and horses gradually calmed down. However, when they saw Meng Xiuyuan still standing in front of Yanmen Pass, they did not dare to make any rash moves.

He hurriedly gathered the body of Yelu Hongji, and the leather drum and horns of the army were sounded. Immediately, tens of thousands of people in the front line turned into the rear group, and with the sound of hoofbeats, they retreated to the north.

Seeing this scene when Yanmen was closed, the Song army immediately burst into thunderous cheers, opened the city gate, and arranged a guard of honor. Headed by a group of generals, hundreds of people from Wuyangyang County poured out of the city gate to welcome the great hero Meng Xiuyuan into the city.

Unexpectedly, after they left the city, the front of Yanmen Pass was already empty.

In the wind-swept yellow sand, the blue shirt was nowhere to be seen again.

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"Mr. Meng, you...you were so powerful and majestic just now!"

On the top of the mountain, Wang Yuyan saw Meng Xiuyuan's swaying figure from a distance. Her beautiful eyes were filled with brilliance. In her excitement, she changed from her usual dignified and elegant appearance, and pulled Meng Xiuyuan's sleeves and praised him.

"Miss Wang, you're welcome."

Meng Xiuyuan was a little surprised by the situation, so he could only reply to her with a smile.

At this time, Wang Yuyan also realized that she was too excited and lost her rules. Her face turned red and she quickly retracted her hands and loosened Meng Xiuyuan's sleeves. At the same time, she continued to explain to cover up her embarrassment:

"Mr. Meng, before today, I never thought that a martial artist could single-handedly change the destiny of a country.

A hero like you must be unprecedented and unprecedented..."

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he quickly shook his head and waved his hands, not daring to accept Wang Yuyan's high reputation.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Feng, who was silent at the side, now also spoke in agreement:

"Brother Meng, there is no need to be humble.

What you did was indeed a heroic feat.

By killing only the Emperor of Liao, the two countries were able to gain peace for at least ten or twenty years.

Both the common people of Song and Liao should be grateful to you..."

While speaking, Xiao Feng took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, and after a slight hesitation, finally patted Meng Xiuyuan's shoulder gently.

"I recall that when I first met you at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, you were still a slender and skinny child like a bean sprout. You followed me around all day long, asking me to learn kung fu.

Who would have thought that in just a dozen years, he would grow into a heroic warrior who would stand upright and serve the country and the people.

In his life, Xiao Feng respects heroes and cherishes heroes... Having a brother like you in this life is truly a rare blessing."

Meng Xiuyuan was startled when he heard this. He raised his head and looked at Brother Xiao, only to see that although there was a hint of complexity in his eyes, it was more of sincere appreciation.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He also reached out and patted Xiao Feng's shoulder, but he didn't know what to say.

Wang Yuyan, who was beside her, was thoughtful. She understood Meng Xiuyuan's mood at this time and why he didn't speak. She immediately spoke and diverted the topic for him:

"Xiao Daxia, I think what you said is still conservative.

As Mr. Meng had just demonstrated his ability to kill enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops, as long as he was still alive, the Liao Kingdom would never dare to go south to invade the Song Kingdom again.

Mr. Meng was only in his early twenties at this time, and he had mastered the three magical skills of Xiaoyao Sect, making him almost immortal.

Even if those enemy countries have forgotten Mr. Meng's majesty, he only needs to continue to act like he is today.

So let me tell you, maybe within a hundred or two hundred years, there will be no wars in the Song Dynasty..."

When Xiao Feng heard this, he felt that what Wang Yuyan said was indeed reasonable. He nodded solemnly, his face full of joy, and he didn't think it was an exaggeration at all.

But after Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he immediately shook his head and waved his hands, and said to Wang Yuyan:

"Miss Wang thinks highly of me, but I have neither the ability nor the effort.

The future of the Song Dynasty still depends on itself..."
To be continued...