Xiangyang City was currently in a state of mourning. There were few pedestrians on the streets, and soldiers in armor were everywhere walking in a hurry, with solemn expressions on their faces.
Outside the city, banners were flying, troops gathered, people shouted and horses neighed, and an iron-blooded evil spirit rose into the sky.
The Mongol army has arrived.
Dong-dong-dong, the exciting sounds of golden drums rang out, and suddenly, the shouts of killing were everywhere inside and outside Xiangyang City.
The Mongol army began to attack the city.
On the city wall, Taiyuan was dressed in a green Taoist robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist. He looked at the densely packed Mongolian soldiers outside the city with indifferent eyes, without any emotion.
There were countless chariots, ladders, trebuchets, and other siege equipment. Together with the Mongolian soldiers, they surged toward the bottom of Xiangyang City like black clouds.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, thousands of arrows were fired, and countless black lines shuttled through the void, going straight to the top of the city.
A Mongolian archer team of ten thousand people began to attack. These archers were all elite Mongolian archers with excellent archery skills. The arrows they shot were not only heavy, but also sharp and accurate.
The screams came, and immediately many of the Song soldiers on the city were hit by arrows, and countless of them were seriously injured and died.
The strong smell of blood began to spread over the city.
Soldiers' killings are always cruel. Compared with the battles of people in the martial arts world, such huge wars to capture cities and territories are countless times more terrifying.
"kill!"
From time to time, bursts of loud shouting could be heard around them, and the Song soldiers on top of the city began to fight back almost at the same time.
Bows and arrows, rolling stones, wood, gold juice and other various methods of defending the city are vividly displayed.
In a large-scale war, the city defenders already have an advantage. Although the Mongolian army is elite and brave, it is absolutely impossible to break through the heavily defended Xiangyang City in a short time.
For three consecutive days, the Mongolian army continued to launch attacks one after another, trying to break Xiangyang, but failed to do so.
Xiangyang is the front line of the war. The defenders in the city have gone through bloody battles and can be said to be elites. In addition, there are also Beggars Gang, Quanzhen and other Jianghu sects and many people in the martial arts to help. After three days, the Mongolian army has gained little.
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Wuwu, after a long trumpet sound, the Mongolian army slowly retreated, and the brutal siege battle came to an end for the time being.
Inside and outside Xiangyang, there are mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and thousands of lives scattered on this land.
Outside the city, the Mongolian army began to set up camp. The tents of hundreds of thousands of troops stretched for more than ten miles, and they were so vast that they could not be seen to the end.
In Guo Jing's mansion, everyone is discussing the military situation.
"It's outrageous, it's outrageous. The entire city of Xiangyang has been fighting bloody battles these past few days, but the city's commander-in-chief, Lu Wende, is feasting every day. He's so corrupt and incompetent, it's really infuriating."
Zhu Ziliu said angrily with a gloomy face.
In the past few days, they have all gone to the city wall to kill the enemy, and they have seen the brutality of the war, but Xiangyang City's general Lu Wende has not appeared even once, and he has been drinking and having fun in the mansion every day. This situation
How could you not feel angry when you looked in his eyes?
"Oh, the old beggar never thought that Lu Wende would be so virtuous. If you want to rely on him to defend Xiangyang City, you don't even have to hope."
Hong Qigong sighed, but it was difficult to say anything. After all, they were from the Jianghu, and Lu Wende was the general of the same city, so they had different identities.
"Okay, Brother Zhu, Master, we can't take care of Mr. Lu's affairs. The only solution for now is to fight to the death to resist the Mongolian attack."
Guo Jing's tone was serious and solemn, and he had a firm will.
"The Mongols are so powerful that it is not a long-term solution to besiege the city. Pindao has already seen that the Mongols are well prepared for going south this time. They have huge troops and horses, and sufficient food and grass. They are probably ready for a long-term war. In this way, with Xiangyang
I'm afraid the current situation is not optimistic, so Pindao will go out of the city tonight to have a look and see what the situation is like."
Taiyuan said lightly, turned around and left without staying any longer.
After exiting the main gate of Guo Jing's mansion, Taiyuan's eyes were cold, and he straightened up, heading towards the center of Xiangyang City with misty clouds.
Lu Wende's mansion was brightly lit, full of singing and laughter, and looked like a peaceful and prosperous time. Taiyuan looked at it quietly and shook his head slightly.
In a main hall of the Lu Mansion, Lu Wende was having a banquet with several officials in the city. Suddenly, a cold sword energy came from outside the door. With a pop, it pierced his head directly, and the smile on his face was...
It has not fallen and has lost its vitality.
The general of Xiangyang, Lu Wende, was directly killed by Taiyuan's sword.
After one strike of the sword, Taiyuan walked away without caring about the consequences.
With his Qinggong and body skills, he was so invisible that no one in the Lu family could detect his traces.
Without stopping, Taiyuan left Xiangyang City directly. From a distance, the lights in the Mongolian camp were dim, and many patrol teams passed by from time to time. It can be said that there are five steps, one post, and ten steps, and the defense is tight.
"That's all, if I want to achieve greatness, I'm afraid I have to go through this killing field. These Mongolian soldiers are all ferocious and have killed countless evildoers. Killing you can be regarded as a meritorious event."
Taiyuan sighed and finally made up his mind.
He was like a dark shadow, walking in the darkness, and easily entered the Mongolian camp.
It was past midnight, and except for some patrolling guards, all the soldiers in the Mongolian camp had fallen asleep.
Taiyuan's footsteps were silent, and he suddenly appeared in a tent, where a dozen soldiers were sleeping soundly.
The light in his eyes was indifferent, the sword light flickered, puff puff, puff puff, and after a series of muffled sounds, there was not a single living person in the entire camp.
Next, Taiyuan was like a ghost, wandering around the entire Mongolian camp. Every time he passed a tent, he quietly disappeared into it, and then the sword light was shining, causing a bloody storm.
Massacre, this is a silent massacre. The Taiyuan sword is waved, and the sword of death is lingering, like a god of death harvesting lives. Wherever it passes, corpses are left behind.
Regardless of whether they are soldiers or officers, they will all die under Taiyuan's sword. There is no difference at all. In the face of death, everyone is equal.
After going in and out for more than an hour, Taiyuan quietly left the Mongolian camp.
This kind of thing is simply shocking. He is the number one master in the world today. His swordsmanship is like a god. Such a master puts down everything and slaughters the Mongolian army with a clear mind. The speed and efficiency are simply unimaginable. In such a short time
Inside, the number of Mongolian soldiers who died under his sword was no less than four to five thousand.
If these 4,000 to 5,000 troops form a military formation and charge forward brazenly, no matter how superb Taiyuan's martial arts are, they will not dare to match their sharpness. But if it is like this tonight, hiding in the dark to assassinate and harvest the lives of these Mongolian soldiers in their sleep.
Life is completely different, it has completely turned into another horrific result.
Not long after Taiyuan left the Mongolian camp, the strong smell of blood finally alerted the patrolling soldiers in the camp.
boom!
It exploded, shocked, and the entire Mongolian camp almost exploded.
In one camp after another, there are dead bodies on the ground. Each one has a red line on his neck and traces of blood flowing. There is almost no difference in the situation in hundreds of camps. This situation is strange and cold. Anyone who sees this scene
All the Mongolian soldiers were terrified and their faces were pale. Especially among the patrol soldiers, many were mentally disturbed.
The Mongolian soldiers are not elite. Even if they face mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they will not waver. Instead, they will become more brave. But the situation at this time is different. Thousands of their comrades were quietly killed in the camp.
Inside, there was no resistance and no sound. It could be said that death was too peaceful and easy, how could it not be chilling?
Deep in the camp, with blazing fire and dense iron armor, the atmosphere in a luxurious tent was extremely oppressive.
Sitting at the top was a young man with sharp eyes and deep majesty. This man was wearing a golden armor and a scimitar at his waist, but his face was ashen at this time.
There was a loud bang, and he slapped the short table next to him hard.
"Damn it, trash. Our mighty Mongolian army is invincible in all directions. Today, someone sneaked in easily and killed thousands of people. Thousands of people. A team of 10,000 people was killed and maimed. And you actually
I’m so unaware, damn it, everything damn it!”
This young man was the commander-in-chief of the Mongolian army, Kublai Khan, the son of Tolei.
The young Kublai Khan was at the peak of his talent and strategy. This time he commanded hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops. He was full of energy and prepared to break Xiangyang City in one go and open the door directly into the hinterland of the Song Dynasty. Who knew that tonight he would be killed in one breath?
Thousands of people didn't notice it. Things like this were just a slap in his face. How could he not be angry?
The surrounding Mongolian generals, captains of thousands, captains of thousands, etc. were all trembling with fear and did not dare to express their anger, and they did not know how to refute.
Not only was Kublai Khan furious, but senior generals like them were also furious when they saw the tragic fate of those Mongolian soldiers. They wanted to cut the murderer into pieces, but they had no way, no clues, and they were heavily guarded.
The Mongolian camp was slaughtered with so many elite soldiers and horses without even a human being being seen. This was simply a shame and a great humiliation.
After losing his temper, Kublai Khan waved his hand and ordered these generals to retreat, but gave a stern order to everyone to be on guard and guard against anything like this happening again.
Many generals heaved a sigh of relief and retreated obediently. Over the years, Kublai Khan's military exploits in the south and north have been great, and his majesty has become more and more profound. Even though they are all unruly people who have been on the battlefield for a long time, facing this prince,
I still feel incomparable awe.
In the blink of an eye, only Kublai Khan and two other men of good temperament were left in the big tent.
One of them, dressed as a Tibetan monk and with a thin build, was Jin Lun Dharma King. At this time, his face was as pale as gold and his breath was sluggish. It was obvious that he had not yet recovered from the trauma on his body.
The other person is a middle-aged man with an elegant face and an extraordinary temperament. He has a knife and a sword beside him, giving him a mysterious and weird feeling.
"National Master, Mr. Gongsun, what do you think of tonight's events?"
Kublai Khan asked slowly.
"Your Majesty, this matter is not trivial. If the poor monk guessed correctly, a supreme master should have sneaked into the camp and started killing wildly. If such an expert wanted to secretly attack and kill, not only
The army is in danger, and even the prince himself must be on guard against it."
Jin Lun Dharma King's face was as solemn as frost, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.