Xiangyang, the city guard

Since the Mongol army moved south, a curfew has been adopted in Xiangyang, however, no matter what the period, the privileged class always exists, and the curfew, which is only for ordinary people, is actually meaningless for many people.

Lu Wenhuan sat in his seat, but at this moment, he lost his original elegance and strength, deep sunken eye sockets, prominent cheekbones, under the uncertain candlelight, his gloomy complexion was like a love Shura from hell, and there was no trace of the demeanor of a famous general of the Great Song Dynasty.

"If this continues, how can we still have a place in this Xiangyang City?" Li Deba sat at the position of Lu Wenhuan's hand, raised his head sullenly, and drank the wine in the wine bowl in one go.

"Alas, I didn't agree with the dismissal of the king of Xiangyang at the beginning, after all, it was a matter of social safety, how could I abolish the public because of private affairs?" The other general shook his head and sighed.

"So what else can I do? Is it possible for us to come to the door to intercede now? Don't forget, when Guo Jing came to the door to beg for help, how did everyone treat others, but now the shape is reversed, and they will paste it up, and people may not appreciate it, and they will surrender their identity without coming! ”

"Hey, do we still have an identity now?"

"In my opinion, the tough attitude of the King of Xiangyang against us at the beginning was actually not good, and we joined forces to resign, maybe people are still snickering behind our backs."

"Yesterday, Song Chengxian came to visit my house, hehe, that kid is now valued by the king of Xiangyang, and he has a real shortage, a dignified captain, although he didn't say it explicitly, but how the king of Xiangyang is wise on the left, how the king of Xiangyang is martial on the right, inside and outside the words, which is to visit, it is clear that he is here to slap his face."

"Hehe, that's not bad. At least people still remember you, look at the current Xiangyang Army, there are a few old people who still remember us, we are now, except for Lu Shuai, but we are all white. It's good to go out and meet my former colleagues, and it's already good to ignore them, and many people see us and show them directly, which makes me afraid to go out now. ”

Listening to the Xiangyang guards who followed him in the past, now you are constantly complaining every word you say, and it is difficult to feel the respect of the past from these former subordinates, and some are just dissatisfied, complaining and even hateful. Lu Wenhuan raised his eyelids coldly, but did not speak, let these people complain and leave, looking at the dark night, Lu Wenhuan took out a secret letter from his arms, his eyes were cloudy, and in the end, it seemed that he had made some kind of decision. He lit the secret letter by the candle flame, and looked coldly in the other direction of the city. silently said in his heart: "Since you are unkind, don't blame Lu for ignoring the righteousness of his family and country!" ”

At the same time, outside the city of Xiangyang, the rebellion of the Mongol camp and the slave camp has gradually subsided, although it has gone through the soldiers. The combat effectiveness of these slaves has been greatly improved, but there is no overall deployment and no unified command, in front of the well-trained and battle-hardened Mongolian iron cavalry. It's just a rabble.

Kublai Khan stood on the platform, looking at the Mongolian camp in front of him, most of which had been reduced to ruins, with no pleasure after the victory, only an unspeakable humiliation and anger.

"Lord Wang, the rebellion has been quelled, a total of 70,000 rebel slave troops were killed, more than 25,000 people were captured, and about 3,000 of our troops were damaged, most of them were trampled to death in the melee." Ah Shu came to Kublai Khan's side and said in a deep voice.

Ying Ting's face twitched a few times, the injury of three thousand Mongolian knights, for Kublai Khan, who held an army of 200,000, was nothing, but these people did not die on the battlefield, but died in the hands of the slave army that should have belonged to him, not only that, the slave army that was originally the main cannon fodder, after this battle, is completely abolished, starting tomorrow, it will have to use the precious Mongolian warriors to directly attack the fortified city of Xiangyang, and the plan that was originally going to use the lives of the slave army to fill the fortified city of Xiangyang is in vain, damage, will be inevitable.

"Order the battalions and prepare to meet the enemy." Sighing, Kublai Khan's eyes looked at the brightly lit Xiangyang City, this matter was definitely manipulated by someone in secret, but what made him wonder was that if it was really the other party who secretly attacked, such a big battle should not have no other actions, in fact, at the beginning of the melee, Kublai Khan was ready to meet the surprise attack of the Xiangyang City army, but until the end of the war, he didn't even see the shadow of the Song army.

Guessed wrong?

It is unlikely, if it is just an emergency, there is no reason for the entire slave camp to mutiny at the same time, you must know that in order to prevent the slave camp from mutiny, Kublai Khan deliberately divided the slave camp into five, even if there is a mutiny in one place, it will not affect other directions, but tonight, the five slave camps mutiny almost at the same time, if there is no one behind this, Kublai Khan will not believe it.

"Yes." Ah Shu nodded, as an excellent commander of Mongolia, he was also able to smell the smell of conspiracy in tonight's mutiny, even if Kublai Khan didn't say it, he was ready for emergencies.

The head of Xiangyang City is still brightly lit, and the closed city gate has no intention of opening, and in the silent night, it is like a fierce beast crawling on this earth, staring at bloody eyes, waiting for the moment when the opponent appears to be flawed, and launch a deadly attack on the enemy.

In the silent waiting, the whole heaven and earth seemed to lose their voice at this moment, and the Mongolian knights who were ready to go could even hear each other's breathing.

"It's coming!"

At a certain moment, Kublai Khan suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes, and he could feel a slight tremor on the ground, in the hands of the other party, there was actually a cavalry? Feeling the restless restlessness of the war horse under his crotch, Kublai Khan gently comforted his beloved horse, and the corners of his mouth swept up with a touch of disdain.

"Boom~"

It seems that the sound of ten thousand horses galloping keeps coming from the darkness, it is the sound that only appears when ten thousand horses gallop, Kublai Khan's face suddenly changed, when did the Song people have such a scale of cavalry? And even if there really is, how can it all be gathered here?

There was a sudden inappropriateness in his heart, an unspeakable sense of crisis and an ominous premonition flashed in his heart, and the uneasiness of the war horse under the crotch became even stronger, even if Kublai Khan continued to appease, it would not help, not only him, but all the Mongolian knights' war horses began to be restless, no matter how hard the knights whipped immediately, they could not calm down, and the originally neat formation began to scatter.

"Boom~"

The sound became closer, and Kublai Khan suddenly found that the people at the head of Xiangyang City began to evacuate from the city, and the originally brightly lit firelight began to disappear, and the sky and the earth seemed to become pitch black, and further away, something seemed to be sweeping towards this side.

"Boom~"

The ground began to shake, and the sweeping thing hit the walls of Xiangyang City, and the whole heaven and earth began to shake, and at this moment, the air was suddenly filled with damp water vapor, and Kublai Khan and Ah Shu changed color at the same time, and their eyes showed deep horror.

"Retreat! Fall back! In the roar of exhaustion, Kublai Khan took the lead in turning the horse's head, and at this moment, he could no longer care about his love for the war horse, and frantically whipped the war horse with the whip in his hand.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and the human eyes could not see too far in the dark, and most of the Mongol warriors came from the north, they had seen the vastness of the steppe and the boundlessness of the desert, but the turbulence of the Yangtze River and the vastness of the sea were too far away for them, and when they found out that something was wrong, it was too late.

Kublai Khan was confident that he could block the military camp of any heroic division in the world, and between breaths, he was swallowed up by the devastating water, even if he was brave and good at fighting, invincible in the world, in front of the heavenly power of nature, it also seemed pale and powerless.

"How is that possible!?" After a wave, Kublai Khan, with the help of the Golden Wheel Dharma King's superb light skills, was taken to a small hill, and looked at the dry and quiet camp swept by the flood in amazement, enough to run rampant in the world, fearless of any enemy's 200,000 Mongolian heroes, in an instant, disappeared, a moment later, Kublai Khan let out a scream, raised his head to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground weakly. (To be continued......)