Ah Shu had never seen such a thrilling fight again, people were fighting face to face, as if two mountains were hitting each other, hundreds of miles of fields shook the mountains, and the broken blades of grass flew up and flew into the air.

The Mongol warriors fought hard in the wilderness. The weapons in their hands slammed into each other with a screeching sound, and many of them had their blades snapped, and the shattered armor fell to the ground leaf by leaf and disappeared into the dense black grass. They shouted and roared, watering the earth with their blood, and causing the waves of black grass to roll like a tide. They were bleeding from their bodies and faces, and Ah Shu didn't know which of them could better represent the Mongols, and those blood flowed with the earliest source of Mongol power.

Although Kublai Khan personally led the main force of the Mongolian cavalry to support, the Song army dispatched almost all the land forces at the beginning, and it was Lu Wenhuan who personally commanded the army.

Ashu's troops were now dead, and there were no more Mongols standing around his banner. Ah Shu saw a Song general wearing gold patent leather armor and bronze armor walking over, his war horse should be dead, his weapon was gone, and his body was also wounded, he walked over slowly, and picked up a knife thrown by a Mongolian centurion on the ground. He brushed it lovingly, then tucked it under his arm and strode over to the flagpole that trembled in the wind.

Ah Shu raised his head and glanced at the people who were still fighting, and a tsunami-like shout swept through the blood-colored fields. Some scattered Song cavalry turned back and killed. These small groups of soldiers who were scattered and fighting gathered into a torrent of increasing size, and they rushed into the open field, and no one could stop them. The Song infantry formation, which was surrounded in the center, broke out at this time, rotated to the right, and attacked the cavalry on the right flank of the Mongols from the flank and rear, while the Song cavalry, which had gathered on the left flank, began to attack Kublai Khan's front with all his strength.

The Song general raised the knife, his hand trembling slightly, but when he slashed towards Ah Shu, he was extremely agile and powerful.

Ah Shu stood there, not moving, just squinting at the tip of the knife, and then slid along the tip of the knife to the smooth blade like water, the back of the knife with lingering light lines, and the hilt as thick as a mountain. "Good knives." He said as he moved his lips with difficulty, more blood pouring out of his mouth.

"It's a good knife." General Song nodded.

Ah Shu slowly raised his left hand and touched his chest, where the chain iron armor cracked, revealing the black hair Sensen's chest, and a blood mark slowly appeared on it. He wiped it away, and the blood mark was gone, and there was no wound in sight, and there was no knife mark in sight, but only for a moment, the blood slowly leaked out again.

He subconsciously took a step back and sat down, just in the mud, his upper body suddenly slid diagonally to one side, and the whole person was split in two.

"The Emperor of Beiyu personally dispatched." Lu Wenhuan said to Ye Chuchu. He saw the banner of Kublai Khan in the Yuan army, and he was secretly shocked, he originally thought that he secretly dispatched the whole army this time, which could annihilate a considerable part of the Mongolian cavalry and change the balance of power between the two sides, but he didn't expect Kublai Khan to be the whole army, fortunately, the Song army took advantage of the geographical advantage and completed the formation in advance, no matter how many Mongolian cavalry there were, the two sides fought for a while.

"They can't put all their forces here, we just have to resist, this style of play is more expensive for them." Ye Chuchu said, "If my estimation is correct, they will have to withdraw at night." ”

Hearing Ye Chuchu say this, Lu Wenhuan relieved himself.

Somehow, with her here, he and the soldiers under his command have a sense of reassurance.

As Ye Chuchu said, by the twilight, both warring sides had already understood that there was no point in fighting any longer.

Kublai Khan reined in all the armies he could control, and the exhausted Song army no longer intended to make a final fight, and the two sides gradually disengaged as if there was some kind of tacit understanding. When night fell, the starlight shone on the tens of thousands of corpses of men and horses on the battlefield, and the tragic scene was like hell.

At this time, Sun Hui couldn't see all this, he was immersed in a strange dream.

He dreamed that he was in a strangely large library.

Yes, it is a library, but it is made up of an indefinite, perhaps infinite, number of hexagonal art galleries, with huge ventilation pipes in the center, surrounded by low fences. From any of the hexagons, one can see an endless number of shelves above or below. Twenty bookshelves were arranged around it, with five long bookshelves on each of the four sides—only on the two sides, and the height of the bookshelves, which was the height of the floor, rarely exceeded the height of an average librarian. On one of the two sides where there are no bookshelves, there is a narrow aisle that leads to another art gallery. All art galleries are similar, with two small rooms on the left and right sides of the aisle, one for sleeping, the size of a standing position. The other is used as a toilet. After this part, there is a spiral staircase, which plunges into the bottomless pit and rises to the highest point. In the aisle hung a mirror that reflected his face unmistakably.

The light is emitted from some crystal-like object. These crystals fly horizontally in each hexagon, and the light they emit is continuous but rather faint.

Each hexagon has five bookshelves on each wall. With thirty-two books of the same layout on each shelf, with letters on the spine of each book, this library is so large that it seems to hold everything.

Where is this?

He was desperate to find the window in the library, and just as he was taking a step, something strange happened.

He flew.

Probably because he was proficient in the ability to fly into a fire meteor, he didn't pay too much attention to this state of floating and swimming, he flew forward with all his might, and soon found the window.

A round window.

Seeing the scenery outside the window, Sun Hui was stunned.

He saw the moon.

That's right, it's the moon, and it's there, as many times he imagined.

The moon spun spectacularly outside the porthole, and it looked twice as wide as he had seen before, and the features of the moon that he knew were clearly displayed before his eyes.

He realized that he was on a spaceship.