The Mongol army was commanded by a tall and mighty Mongol named Boyan, a general under the Khan Kublai Khan, and the chief general who led his troops to attack the Song Dynasty.

Although Guo Jing also has a commander sent by the imperial court, people unanimously respect Guo Jing as the leader, whether it is officers and soldiers or martial arts people, they all obey him.

"Guo Daxia, my Boyan has long heard of your prestige, I Boyan respects you as a character, if you can take refuge in my Mongolia, you will also enjoy endless glory and wealth, fame and fortune!" Boyan said in non-standard Chinese.

Guo Jing said righteously: "No need! I, Guo Jing, will die outside this Xiangyang city, and I will not take refuge in your Mongolia, I always remember that I am a Han Chinese! ”

Boyan had already guessed that this was the result, and he didn't take it too seriously, and sneered, "Guo Daxia is so stubborn, then we can only meet each other!" ”

"Just what I want!" Guo Jing's expression was serious, he knew that there was no compromise at this time, and this battle was inevitable.

Boyan held high the handsome banner and shouted in Mongolian, "Kill!" ”

The Mongolian soldiers who couldn't wait, even though they rushed out like wild horses after hearing Boyan's order, 500,000 horses felt like a million-strong army.

Guo Jing's internal strength was in his throat, and his voice echoed endlessly in the sky, "Brothers, I, Guo Jing, will not take half a step back if I die today, are you willing to fight with me?" ”

"Fight! War! War! ”

With the shout, Guo Jing threw a group of officers and soldiers and martial arts people and rushed towards the Mongolian army with great momentum.

As the commander-in-chief, Guo Jing mastered the top art of war "Wu Mu's Testament", so he took on the task of battlefield command without taking the initiative to charge into battle.

In terms of arrangement, Guo Jing's side was one level higher than Mongolia, but the moment the two sides collided together, the gap between the two sides came out in an instant.

Those Song troops who rushed to the front were slaughtered without any power to fight back, and only those martial arts people could escape this catastrophe, but they could not take any advantage.

Guo Jing's face suddenly became gloomy, trying to calm down the bad mood in his heart, commanding the large army with all his heart, and doing the best he could.

Roar!!

With a deafening dragon groan, two golden dragons that seemed to be virtual and real rampaged into the Mongolian camp.

Hong Qigong's hand descended the dragon and eighteen palms, and in an instant, nearly a hundred Mongolian soldiers were overturned with men and horses, but unfortunately only a few dozen people could play such a crushing effect.

Master Yideng, Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, Zhou Botong, Qiu Chuji, and some other innate realm masters, those who are not yet in the innate realm, can only barely kill the enemy when facing the Mongolian soldiers who are good at cavalry fighting.

But even so, it still has little effect, after all, the crushing of these people is still insignificant compared to the entire battle situation, and the gap between ordinary people and Mongolian soldiers is too big!

It was only half an hour before the battle began, and nearly 100,000 people had fallen on the Song side, and just over 10,000 on the Mongol side, and as time went by, the defeat of the Song Dynasty was only a matter of time.

"No! Capture the thief and capture the king first, you look at me! Zhou Botong said to Hong Qigong beside him, jumped up, stepped on the head of the Mongol and swept all the way to the depths of the Mongolian troops.

"Old urchin, it's dangerous! Don't go! Zhou Botong shouted loudly, even if Zhou Botong's martial arts are mortal, he was really pierced through the body by the spear of the Mongols, and he couldn't escape a dead word.

Zhou Botong seemed to dance on the tip of a knife, avoiding teams of Mongolian soldiers, and finally arrived at the side of the Mongolian army commander Boyan.

"I've finally found you!" Zhou Botong held a knife against Boyan's neck, and said with a smile, "Doll, I can be your father regardless of age, listen to my father's words, and withdraw with your troops." ”

Boyan said indifferently, "If you want to do it, do it, before I came, I had already issued a military order like a khan, and if I don't break Xiangyang, I won't return to the court!" ”

Xiangyang is equivalent to the throat of the Song Dynasty, as long as Xiangyang is broken, it will be able to capture the Great Song Dynasty all the way, Xiangyang is a hard bone that must be gnawed on the way to the Mongol occupation of the Central Plains.

Zhou Botong frowned and said, "Don't lie to me, old man, are you really not afraid of death?" ”

"Humph!" Boyan snorted coldly and reached out to broadcast a dagger to his waist.

Zhou Botong thought he was going to resist, so he immediately joked, "Come on, come on, if you can kill me, I'll call you Dad!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Boyan plunged the dagger into his own heart, and then lost his center of gravity and flipped off his horse.

"It's so ruthless!" Zhou Botong's eyes widened, this Mongolian was even more fierce than he imagined, and he committed suicide when he said he would commit suicide.

After Boyan's death, the other Mongols beside him had no worries, and they all waved their weapons and attacked Zhou Botong.

Zhou Botong hurriedly jumped up again, and fled from the depths of the Mongolian army in a bit of embarrassment, really stealing chickens and rice!

The Mongol soldiers did not lose their fighting spirit because of Boyan's death, but became more and more courageous, and before the expedition, Boyan had already instructed the soldiers that even if he was kidnapped, there was no need to surrender to the Han people, just fight.

Bo Yan had the foresight to know that there were many martial arts masters in the Central Plains, and he might be hijacked by martial arts masters, so he had to make this decision as a last resort.

Even the commander of the whole army had the consciousness of death before the expedition, and the Mongols, who were already fierce, naturally became even more fierce.

The increasingly violent Mongol army was like a war machine, constantly crushing towards the Song army, and the casualties of the Song army had become larger and larger.

Zhou Botong ran back in embarrassment, even if he had many wounds on his body, his clothes were in tatters, and he was no different from Hong Qigong.

"How did you get it, how did you go on a trip and the Mongols became more fierce?" Hong Qigong asked puzzled.

Zhou Botong said helplessly, "No, the Mongolian coach has long been aware of death, I originally used a knife to hijack him, but he directly died with his will, and I can't do anything about them!" ”

Huang Yaoshi came to Guo Jing's side and sighed, "Withdraw the troops, don't make any more meaningless casualties." ”

"Can't be withdrawn! If I withdraw, the Great Song will be over! Guo Jing's face was full of sadness, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden.

"If you stay in Qingshan, you are not afraid of no firewood, it's a big deal to give Xiangyang to them first, and think about it in the long run." Huang Yaoshi suggested.

Guo Jing shook his head, "Xiangyang is a place where soldiers must fight, if Xiangyang is caught, it is equivalent to giving up the Great Song Dynasty to Mongolia, and I, Guo Jing, would rather die than bear this infamy through the ages." ”

Huang Yaoshi looked at the soldiers fighting in the distance, and said lightly sadly, "There is no turning point, the victory or defeat has been decided." ”

Two tears fell from Guo Jing's eyes, looked at the sky and muttered, "Yes, there is no turnaround, is it really my Great Song Dynasty?" ”

(End of chapter)