The Double Ninth Festival, September 9, is a day for dignitaries to travel to enjoy autumn and climb to avoid disasters.

It's just that during this year's Double Ninth Festival, the mountains outside Lin'an Mansion are extremely deserted, and even the bustling Lin'an Mansion has become sparsely populated.

The once bustling street is now closed with most of the shops closed. It was supposed to be a bustling market, but only two or three big cats and kittens could be seen.

If someone doesn't know, they really think that they are in the wrong place.

At this time, in the section of the Qiantang River in the south of Lin'an City, it was bustling with people, and there was no end in sight. In the section of more than ten miles on both sides of the river, it has already been surrounded by people who came to see the excitement.

As an important waterway in the Southern Song Dynasty, the Qiantang River was full of boats on the river in the past, and travelers from all over the world arrived in Lin'an by virtue of this convenient waterway.

It's just that at this time, those ships that were supposed to stop at the dock of Lin'an Mansion sailed farther under the guidance of the Great Song Dynasty. Outside of Rich, they will disembark at a makeshift pier.

At the same time, on the huge pier of Lin'an Province.

Song Lizong waited at the dock with a group of civil and military officials, looking expectantly at the calm Qiantang River.

Every time a new ship arrived, he had to look eagerly for a moment, hoping that it would be the one he had been waiting for. It's just that there are many ships, but there is no one he is waiting for.

Time passed slowly, the sun lazily climbed into the air, and the warm sunlight poured out of the sky at will, dispelling the slight coolness on the river bank.

"Daochang Zhao, I wonder how long it will take for the real person to arrive in Lin'an?" Song Lizong withdrew his gaze from the Qiantang River in disappointment, looked at the tall and thin middle-aged Taoist beside him, and asked with some eagerness.

Zhao Zhijing was dressed in a lilac robe, bowed slightly to Song Lizong with a red face, and said with a smile: "There is no need to worry, according to the news from Senior Uncle Sun, it will take about a quarter of an hour to reach here." ”

When Song Lizong heard this, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he chuckled: "A quarter of an hour, it really makes me look forward to it." ”

His eyes looked at the turbulent Qiantang River in a daze, revealing endless curiosity, as well as unconcealed anticipation and excitement.

The sky fell apart with a snap of a finger, and an army of 100,000 was wiped out in a flash.

How have such fairy-like figures ever appeared in more than a thousand years of history? It was really God blessed the Great Song Dynasty, and he descended to the protection of gods in such a panicked world.

Song Lizong's heart was excited, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he thought of the cavalry who fled back to Mongolia.

Although the Mongols were powerful, there were less than 100,000 real Mongol warriors among them. Although there were many other soldiers, most of them were some Song and Jin troops. If all the more than 30,000 Mongols were left in the Central Plains, it would definitely be a great blow to Mongolia.

Meanwhile, on a hill outside the docks.

The hill is not very high, only a little more than 100 meters high. The vegetation is lush and full of life. If you stand on the top of a mountain, you can see everything on the pier clearly. It's just that this place is a little far away from the dock, and people with bad eyes can only see a black figure at most.

In the past, this hill was often visited by tourists, but today it is particularly quiet. But in this secluded dense jungle, dozens of figures dressed in pale green clothes lurked among them.

They are generally tall, with bulging muscles, and their clothes are bulging, and their eyes are open and closed, like cheetahs waiting for their prey.

The first person, with green eyes, looks like there is a huge gap with the Central Plains.

"General Agudam, everything is ready." A middle-aged man covered in green tights stepped forward, looked at the blue-eyed middle-aged man with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice.

Agudamu bowed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a goshawk observing its prey.

He observed for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Remember, the target cultivation is extremely terrifying, and it is more likely to be possessed by evil arts. Therefore, we only have one chance to make a move, and whether it is successful or not, we must evacuate immediately after the attack. ”

"The subordinates understand that they have already been ordered. The general is reassuring, they are all the strongest archers in my Mongolia, and killing two birds with one stone is just a trivial matter. The middle-aged man bowed down and said in a low voice.

When Agudammu heard this, his eyes flashed with a blank look.

Peace of mind, how can it be peace of mind.

The target this time is an unprecedented monster, a monster that can fight against an army of 100,000 monsters on its own! In the face of this almost mythical monster, even with comprehensive preparations, Agudamu still couldn't put his mind at ease.

He looked sideways, and in a flat area in the dense forest, six huge mechanical bows and crossbows were placed. The long arrows on the bow and crossbow are the thickness of a child's arm.

The long arrow is as red as blood, and there are all kinds of mysterious patterns engraved on it, which makes it look a little evil and cold!

A monk dressed in a black robe with a somewhat gloomy face stood behind everyone.

He said proudly: "General, rest assured, the arrows of these long arrows are all forged with the dark iron outside the sky, and they are dedicated to breaking the true qi of the inner family." At the same time, at the time of casting, hundreds of virgins and girls were sacrificed with blood, and the women's geranium was infected. Mo said that he was a little evil magician, even if the heavenly immortal was hit, he would die in an instant. ”

For this long arrow forged by an ancient evil method, he has full confidence in his heart. Because since ancient times, there have been too many world-famous warlocks who have died under this ancient evil law.

Agudamu bowed slightly, exhaled lightly, and said in a deep voice: "There is Master Lao, I hope so." ”

If it had been in the past, Agudammu would have disdained these so-called evil arts. Because he never believed that there really were gods and Buddhas in the world. It's just that Mo Chen's birth made Agudamu discover that there may really be gods and demons in the world!

"The general doesn't need to worry too much, even if this long arrow forged with evil magic can't kill the other party, we have other back-ups." With a grim smile on his face, the monk glanced at a bluestone platform not far away.

In that high platform, there are two respect cannons!

The heavy artillery was more than two meters long and more than a foot thick. It's really hard to imagine how two such heavy cannons were sent to places like Lin'an Mansion.

Agudammu glanced at the heavy cannon, a faint smile on his face.

Only after experiencing the battle of Mongjin can you understand the terrifying power of that heavy artillery. It is equipped with the earth-shattering thunder with the characteristics of the Golden Kingdom, which is simply a terrible weapon for opening mountains and breaking cities. Even if it is an important town in the world like Luoyang City, it is difficult to hold out for long in the face of such a terrible weapon!

Perhaps the only drawback is that it is too slow to fire.

But for now, it's enough to have a chance to make a move!