Dilumudo had no place to stay, and since he fell to this place, he had spent all his time traveling, but fortunately there were many abandoned village houses on the road, so that he would not be allowed to sleep in the suburbs.

Kyogohiko was drowsy for two days, and finally got rid of that sluggish thinking, and restored his always sober thinking, and the recovery of the magic cycle was not optimistic, and the top priority was to find a spiritual vein to quickly restore his strength.

In this era, the spiritual vein is not difficult to find, and they found a mountain after a few days of fast horse whipping, although the spiritual vein is not very compatible with Jing Jiyan, but it is better than nothing, he leaned on the side of the tree, and commanded Dilumuduo to move stones to form a formation, and carried him to the middle of the formation, far away.

Kyogohiko slashed his wrist with difficulty, and it took a long time for the depleted body of magic power to slowly drip a drop of blood, urging this simple formation to gather and condense the spiritual power in the leyline, and then he fell to the ground as if he had lost all his strength, feeling the power pouring into his body, filling the dry cycle of magic power.

It's terrible. He collapsed weakly on the ground, having exhausted the last of the strength he had accumulated by slashing his wrist, and now it was difficult to even blink, so he could only maintain an uncomfortable position, quietly waiting for his limbs to regain their functions.

Let's just use this time to sort out the mess.

They are now at the point in time, is 1273 A.D., if you feel that this time is not familiar, then another way to say, it is now the ninth year of Xianchun in the Southern Song Dynasty, in the original history of Jingjiyan, this year Xiangyang City Fancheng will be broken one after another, six years later, the stormy Song Dynasty will be declared extinct.

In the records of this world, a chivalrous man named Guo Jing, with thousands of righteous men from the rivers and lakes, united with the people of Xiangyang defenders, and held on to the arrival of reinforcements, and stubbornly defended the city, and then because of the civil strife in Mongolia, this dynasty was left with the last bit of respite.

Two different histories mean two different worlds, just breaking the barrier of time and returning to the past, in fact, it will not make Kyogokuhiko's strength exhaust to this point, but the original wish he made was to return to his hometown, to return to another world separated by countless spaces from here, and the barrier of space was almost exhausted and his strength was not broken.

So he was relegated to this point in time, this point in time of historical divergence, as long as the history of this world is changed, and Xiangyang, which was supposed to be defended, is not kept, then the two worlds will naturally go to the same trajectory.

But what's the use, even if this place really goes to the same trajectory as his world, it is not the same world after all, no matter how obsessed Kyogohiko is, he is not crazy enough to gamble on the future of a dynasty.

What's more, he had to admit that in this world, he replaced the monarch of the Yuan Dynasty and overthrew the Song Dynasty, and opened up a prosperous dynasty that had no one before or since.

Therefore, the reason why he chose to leave for Xiangyang immediately after regaining his strength was not to hinder that war, but just to see with his own eyes, he wanted to see with his own eyes what the chivalrous warriors who had worked hard to defend this stormy dynasty were like, and to see with his own eyes how Xiangyang City was held under tens of thousands of troops.

Rushing to Xiangyang City against the fleeing people, riding no longer Di Lu Mu Duo's war horse, but replaced with two thousands of miles of famous horses, all the way day and night, the scenery along the way brought Jing Ji Yan an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Di Lu Mu Duo smiled: "I found you here." ”

He pointed to a small mound on the side of the road, the dirt on the ground made Kyogohiko's face change slightly, obviously he had already taken a shower and changed his clothes, but he still felt that his body was inexplicably starting to itch.

After three days of fast horses, Kyogoku stopped on a hill, not far from a lonely city, surrounded by heavy troops, the army Kyogoku was familiar, but not so familiar, after all, it was the Mongol army that had been beaten back to the steppe with him, not the tiger and wolf army that was now destroying and decaying.

The middle-aged man guarding the city wall is probably Guo Jing, a Chinese character face with a thoughtful face, a tall body and a weathered face, because of the lack of materials in Xiangyang City for many days, he looks quite thin, and his eyes are very bright.

Obviously seeing that the momentum is in an absolute defeat, the man's face is not depressed, he looks determined and full of hope, and methodically organizes the few soldiers in the city to change their defenses, probably affected by his attitude, although the materials in Xiangyang City are extremely scarce, the dead are dead, and the wounded are injured, but the atmosphere is not sluggish, but shows a high-spirited posture of unity.

They are waiting for reinforcements, and Kyogohiko is also waiting for reinforcements, and there is no record of the specific time when the reinforcements will arrive in history, but judging from the current situation, if the reinforcements are not available within three days, Xiangyang City will be broken.

On the first day, the reinforcements did not arrive, and the Mongolian army carried out a daily call for battle, anyway, Guo Jing made up his mind to defend the city gate and not go out, and the call for battle was just a routine, and the real focus of the army was on mobilizing grain, grass, war horses, and training soldiers.

On the second day, the reinforcements still did not arrive, Jing Jiyan carried a pot of wine and drank, not far outside the city of Xiangyang, the Mongolian army had prepared grain and grass, fed the war horses, sharpened weapons, and cooked the meat that was rarely eaten when marching, and the internal and external guards were particularly tight, and the soldiers fell into a deep sleep early. Fire also opened in the city, and Guo Jing took out the only remaining grain to feed the troops defending the city as much as possible. Both sides tacitly agreed that tomorrow would be the fateful final battle.

When children parted with their parents, husbands parted with their wives, Kyogokuhiko took a sip of wine, feeling that no matter how long it took for him to get used to the sad atmosphere.

On the third day, the final decisive battle, the shouts shook the sky and the sky was devastated, and he could smell the smell of death and blood floating in the air from far away Kyo Jihiko, he did not wait for reinforcements, but waited for Dilumudo, who came to investigate the situation.

"You mean, there is no trace of any army in this radius of dozens of miles?" Kyogokuhiko raised his head and drank the jug of Chinese wine, he couldn't remember exactly how much he had drunk since yesterday, and now although he was sober, he also knew that he was a little drunk.

It is most likely to be hot-headed and act impulsively.

Xu had long anticipated the current situation, so he would get himself drunk to such a point, abandon all rational thinking, look ahead, and act purely according to his inner voice.

"If no one saves them, the city will be destroyed." Kyogohiko pointed to the battlefield not far away, his eyes covered in blood, "Then this dynasty will be destroyed, and a new terrible dynasty will be built." "A dynasty that divides people into four classes, and the Han people are not as good as dogs, but in the end they are overthrown by the Han people.

Dilumudo looked at the battlefield below with a solemn expression, and didn't say anything, he knew that Kyogokuhiko must have something to do.

Kyogohiko chuckled lowly, a little crazy in his tone, "I wish I could be more than their children and grandchildren." Before the words fell, he had already galloped down, and a long knife in his hand flashed with a cold light.

From the very beginning, there were no reinforcements at all, and the general who "led tens of thousands of troops and beheaded Kublai Khan" in the record was actually Kyogokuhiko himself, who waited here for three days to understand this matter.

Where is my homeland, this world, or another world? If there is no Jingjiyan, this world is the other world, even if there are thousands of righteous people in the rivers and lakes, it can't stop the pace of Xiangyang City breaking, history will still roll towards the original pace, but a thousand years later, a magician named Jian Tong Dirty Yan used the modified immature Heroic Spirit System to summon an emperor to participate in the Holy Grail War, the well-known wayward emperor in history managed to get the entity to survive in this battle, and traveled through time and space to Xiangyang City at the end of the Song Dynasty, and the miracle called hope could never take him home, Because he was destined to disrupt the normal situation in this war that would determine the fate of the Song Dynasty, and lead the world to a completely different trajectory.

Self-inflicted, the history of the transposition forms a perfect circle here.

Kyogokuhiko was smiling on his face, and Dilumudo could clearly feel the sad colic in his heart, just like the drunken eyes of Kyogokuhiko in the inherent enchantment that day, leaning crookedly on several cases and chanting "Who is Heguang", almost suffocating colic.

His back was straight, his smile was arrogant and arrogant, the ground that the horse's hooves had stepped on rolled up, one by one like earth and stone, the soldiers in heavy armor picked up the soil on their bodies and stood up, holding an empty reins in their hands, and then struggled to pull over and turn over the horses, and countless horses with smooth bodies like knives and axes appeared in the reins of the horses, raising their heads and hooves, and making a "Bang!" A long, warlike hiss.

The bright silver armor did not stain the slightest floating ash even if it came out of the soil, the sun of spring and March shone dazzlingly, the war horses were strong and powerful, and the horses were all brilliant and made people's eyes green, and the soldiers on the horses had cold faces, and the sun also carried the coldness of earth gray, and the eyes were cold and numb like a living person, and the opponent was scared for three points without fighting.

Of course, these soldiers are not living people, but a group of soldiers and servants fired by craftsmen in the palace in the past, each of which is only about the length of a palm, and is carefully carved and lifelike, used to commemorate the imperial expedition. Kyogokuhiko was extremely protective during his lifetime, and after his death, he brought them into the tomb to be buried, a group of ninety-nine totaling thousands of groups, carefully arranged and collected according to the battle array.

The reason why they can now be turned into ordinary marches and fights, and all of them are brave with one enemy and one hundred, is probably because when they were buried, Jing Jiyan once laughed and said that he wanted to use this ten thousand troops to calm the world in the underworld.

Dilumudo rode closely behind Kyogohiko, he could clearly feel the unstable feelings on Kyogohiko's body, whenever Kyogokuhiko's feelings fluctuated too much, he would feel it because of the connection of the spell, and the painful colic contraction in his heart made him can't help but look at Kyogokuhiko with worried eyes.

But Jing Jiyan's eyes were careless and rampant, and the corner of his mouth pointed a long knife at Xiangyang, and his feelings were concealed without any flaws.

On the other side of Xueliang's knife was the battlefield, and Kyogohiko could even see the wolf tooth decoration hanging from the Mongolian army's neck, he closed his eyes, opened them again, and swung down his long knife, only spitting out a categorical "Battle!" ”。

Behind him is not a division of tigers and wolves, but a truly fierce warrior who is not afraid of death, and with his command, the momentum that has been reined in has increased sharply, and the knife hanging from his waist is neatly unsheathed, and he pounces on the battlefield like a tide of horse reins.

There was no banner, no huhe, and the soldiers who crawled out of the soil were no different from ghosts, quietly appearing in the rear of the Mongol army, quietly lining up in an attack formation, like a sharp knife inserted into it.

Kyogohiko's horse remained on the mountain, and Dilumudo was beside him, not speaking.

"You're not going?" Kyogohiko asked, his tone so indifferent that he didn't wave.

"I thought you'd go." Di Lumudo replied that he was more worried about Kyogokuhiko's unstable feelings than the battlefield that provoked the belligerent part of his body.

"Of course I will." Kyogokuhiko tilted his head and smiled, cold and stiff, "I'm going to take the general's head with wine." ”

He raised his long knife and shook the reins, and the horse leaped forward, rushing left and right into battle.

Since then, this place of peace is my hometown.

Dilumudo exhaled, feeling the angina suddenly loosen, and hurriedly drove his horse to follow Kyogokuhiko, holding two guns in his hands, red and yellow, and the tips of the spears flashed with ghostly and magnificent colors.

"Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming! ”

He heard someone shouting on the city tower, and couldn't help but put on a cold smile, the army within a radius of dozens of miles was withdrawn cleanly, this city has long been isolated, and the only one who will come to the rescue is probably the master of his family who is inexplicably extremely soft-hearted in some aspects.