Sixteen years ago.

In the Battle of Xiangyang, Meng Ge died under the city.

Sixteen years later.

The Battle of Xiangyang has begun again. Who will die this time?

After a hurried meeting with Mo Zong Meng Chixing, the fight was just the simplest test of each other. After agreeing to the deal in words, the opponent left Xiangyang City and faced the vanguard of the Mongolian army. As for Li Gong,

At this time, there was no trace of him and he disappeared without a trace.

But from just two meetings, Yue Yuan knew that Li Gong was a tough-minded person. Even though he was so miserable, he would not give up on certain things in his heart. Especially when the other party beat the little girl.

Attention, this will never be given up.

A successor who can ensure the prosperity of the sect is sometimes as important as one's personal pursuit of heaven.

For Li Gong, as the head of the Yingui Sect, he must consider the sect. Undoubtedly, the little girl's qualifications are attractive enough to people. It can be said that if Mo Sect Meng Chixing sees it, he will say

Maybe I will have such thoughts.

There was no fighting at night, which made the soldiers guarding Xiangyang seem more nervous. But this was just nervous. After all, over the years, the Mongolian army came to fight from time to time. Not only the Mongols were used to it, but the people of Xiangyang were also used to it.

A long-term illness leads to a cure.

Fighting for a long time will become a habit.

So they didn't have the panic that ordinary people should have.

On the city wall.

"..."

Guo Jing stood on the high wall, looking at the vanguard army that had arrived in the distance under the moonlight, his face looking heavy.

The vanguard army came too hastily. It came too early.

Obviously.

This march was slightly beyond Guo Jing's surprise. If his expectations were correct, Na Sihan Fei must have changed his march plan, or perhaps this group of people was just the bodyguard of the man in black.

"This time, it seems they have absolute confidence!"

Huang Rong also took a look at the Mongolian army camped in the distance, then her expression turned slightly grim, and then she looked at Guo Jing. The couple looked at each other and noticed the solemnity in each other's eyes. The Mongolian vanguard army arrived at the foot of Xiangyang City.

There was no news in advance. It was obvious that the other party adopted a policy of marching with elite troops and arrived as quickly as possible.

In other words, under this action of the other party, the place experienced may be nothing but chickens and dogs.

"Reinforcements!"

After saying something in her mouth, Huang Rong's expression changed immediately. She knew that this time was probably the most difficult war in Xiangyang in many years. With an army of more than 100,000, it was obvious that Si Hanfei's army had been divided into several groups this time.

Road to hold back the reinforcements of the Song Dynasty.

It's not yet early morning.

Many people who had been sent out to seek reinforcements were intercepted by Mongolian experts midway. This time, it was no different than before. The Mongolian army had made the greatest determination.

…

Bang!

Countless strings vibrated, emitting a sound that resonated with each other, as if a low thunder broke out from the city wall.

After the sound, the overwhelming rain of arrows shot towards the army under the city wall.

Splashed mud and blood.

There was even a corpse that was carried backwards by the huge force.

Compared with previous dynasties, the Song Dynasty had commendable technology in ordnance. However, due to innate political reasons, the army was always inferior in wars due to the finger-pointing of those who did not understand. It lost more and won less.

It can be said that the Song Army has a very high winning rate in small battles, but it always loses in key battles. This is not a problem of the soldiers, but...

Facing this rain of arrows, the Mongolian side didn't care at all. Because in this war, it was their servant army who rushed in the front. The real Mongolian descendants were behind to suppress the formation. Although the Mongolian side

Most of them are ignorant, but there are also many smart people among them.

Si Hanfei is undoubtedly such a person.

But after the army he led arrived, after a short rest, they launched a large-scale attack. The continuous attack was like a wave, and at the same time, the secret weapons prepared by Si Hanfei also began to prepare for the attack.

In terms of equipment, Mongolia was not as good as the Song Dynasty.

But during such a long period of time, Sihanfei found an equipment that was comparable to the Song army's city defense equipment, and that was the Huihui artillery.

So at this time, compared to the past, the Mongolian army was beaten more often because of the short attack range of siege equipment. It slowly reversed its situation. It returned to the artillery and began to show off its power at this time.

For Si Hanfei, if he really can't break through the city wall of Xiangyang, then he will smash the city wall of Xiangyang alive.

Before the soldiers from both sides had complete close contact, they had already suffered a lot of losses from each other's long-range attack weapons.

On the city wall.

Yue Yuan stood on it together with Guo Jing and his wife, looking at the battlefield in front of them that was already in flames, their expressions looked solemn.

When Hui Hui Pao appeared, the couple's expressions were extremely solemn.

"really!"

"Sihanfei is well prepared for this battle!"

Guo Jing's eyes were almost narrowed to a slit, and his eyes were shining brightly. He looked at the catapult in the distance that was constantly throwing boulders, and said in a low voice.

"Back to back!"

Yue Yuan stared closely at the thing in the distance, pondered for a long time, and finally recognized what this new catapult was. It could be said to be a powerful siege weapon for the Mongolian army in the future.

at the same time.

When Yue Yuan said the name of this siege weapon, a spherical boulder was also thrown above him. The whistling sound caused by rushing through the air may not sound like much to others, but to Yue Yuan

It was too clear to Yuan’s ears.

Just when Guo Jing and Huang Rong were about to be alert, Yue Yuan stretched out his right hand and shook it violently. Guo Polu, who was standing next to him, felt the dragon-slaying knife on his back tremble violently, and then jumped automatically.

He came out and was absorbed into the opponent's hands with his true energy.

Buzz——

An inexplicable harsh buzzing sound sounded, which was the self-trembling of the dragon-slaying knife under the vitality of immortality.

A slash of the knife.

The boulder that just fell on top of the head was split into two by the dragon-slaying knife.

The two pieces of stone flew under the city wall under the force of Yue Yuan's reversal. They hit the ladder that had already rushed to the city wall and started to build the siege ladder. There was a clicking sound. The ladder broke, and there was a roar.

In the sound, all the people above them fell down, but they breathed out more and exhaled less.

Stop.

The dragon-slaying knife returned to Guo Polu's back again.

Here, the cry of killing can be heard.

Mixed with the smell, it will definitely make people who have never been exposed to it feel uncomfortable.

The battlefield is never a joke.

At this moment, Yue Yuan, who was standing on the Xiangyang city wall, was not only smelling the rising dust, but also the pungent golden soup, which was the smell of feces, and the smell of blood, mixed together with the cries and roars.

And the sound of swords clashing, this is war.

At this time, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and his wife had already gone to defend the city.

The so-called martial arts warriors defending the city are definitely not the ones who imagined killing the enemy's leader among thousands of troops. In the previous wave of confrontation, even Yue Yuan did not want to fall into the rocks and arrows flying in the sky and be attacked by both sides.

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As for Guo Polu, he was at the side. Occasionally he would take out his long knife to kill the enemies who climbed up. The moment the opponent showed his head, he would kill them with a single blow. Under normal circumstances, Guo Polu did not use the dragon-slaying knife, because he would kill the dragon.

The knife is undoubtedly too heavy.

You must know that Guo Polu is not the top master. He cannot achieve the mutual complementation of true energy and yin and yang, and he can live forever. Dancing with a dragon-slaying knife weighing a hundred kilograms will definitely make him, a young man, fall into exhaustion very quickly. The current situation

Guo Polu's strength is at most the same level as when Yang Guo lost his hand.

As a result, Yue Yuan casually held the dragon-slaying knife in his hand.

The Mongolian army attacked with urgency and ferocity, and its intensity was unprecedented for decades. Even though Guo Jing had fought with them for so many years, at this moment Guo Jing almost mistakenly thought that those people had taken aphrodisiacs.

It seemed that the Xiangyang in front of me was a woman who had been stripped naked, just waiting for them to get on.

Mongolia.

Si Hanfei stood in the middle of the army, looking at Xiangyang, which was already in flames of war, with cold eyes as his soldiers were repelled and killed one after another, but he did not show any emotion.

, these people in the eyes are not human at all.

Beside him were Demon Sect Meng Chixing and Bi Yejing, who had recently taken refuge.

The group of people looked at everything in front of them quietly, as if this battlefield had nothing to do with them.
To be continued...