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At this time, on the four walls of Xiangyang City, there were already Song soldiers and soldiers, looking at the cloud-like flags in all directions, the swords and guns of the forest, and the cavalry galloping back and forth in all directions.

"Brothers, now that the Tartar army is besieging the city, in this city are our fathers and elders, and in the rear is my Song Dynasty, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and thousands of people, if the Tartars break through Xiangyang, not only will all of us die in battle, but our brothers and sisters and tens of millions of people behind us will fall into the poisonous hands of the Tartars. Do we say yes or no? ”

At the head of the city, a middle-aged man with a long sword in his hand and a simple face was shouting loudly, and the surrounding Song soldiers all looked at him with admiration, as if looking at the gods in their hearts.

Hearing the middle-aged man's shout, everyone echoed loudly:

"No! Don't say yes! ”

"We are willing to follow Guo Daxia and fight to the death with the Tartars!"

Guo Qingyang's eyes lit up slightly: It turned out that this was Guo Jing who later guarded Xiangyang, and sure enough, as written in the book, although his face was ordinary, his chivalrous spirit for the country and the people made people have to admire three points.

If you want to say that in Jin Yong's novels, there is a protagonist who is the kind of tall and perfect character, then it is estimated that there is no second one except Guo Jing.

At the head of Xiangyang City, with Guo Jing's shouting from the enemy, the morale of the soldiers, which had been reduced to the extreme due to the siege of the Mongol army, suddenly rose suddenly, and a resolute momentum faintly spread, making Guo Qingyang on the high-rise building also feel faintly hot in his heart.

He secretly thought: Since the system has brought me to this time period, then I must help you well, and never let any one of the Mongol army be able to attack Xiangyang City.

Don't say anything else, let's just say that I have the same surname as Guo Jing, a hero who serves the country and the people, and this favor cannot help anyway!

Probably because Meng Ke Khan personally went out with the army, the Mongol army under the city had not yet completely gained a foothold outside the city, so they divided several thousand troops and stormed the city of Xiangyang.

"Brothers, for the sake of Xiangyang, for my plan for the Great Song Dynasty, fight to the death with the Tartars!"

At the head of the city, Guo Qingyang waved the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly outside the city, and then the soldiers at the head of the city responded sharply.

"For the sake of Xiangyang, for my plan for the Great Song Dynasty, fight to the death with the Tartars!"

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death! ”

Guo Qingyang stood on the tall building, and his blood was boiling, and he couldn't wait to go down to the city with the Song soldiers to have a happy battle with the Tartars.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he still maintained his sanity in his heart, knowing that he rushed out with the army, which did not help the overall situation, on the contrary, it was easy to lose his life in the chaos.

In a short time, Guo Jing had already led thousands of soldiers out of the city gate, waiting for the Mongol army to attack under the city.

Guo Qingyang took out a heavy machine gun from the storage space and aimed it in the direction outside the city from a distance of more than two hundred meters.

At this distance, Guo Qingyang can use a heavy machine gun to shoot a rifle with the accuracy of a rifle, coupled with the fact that in the face of a crowded army with cold weapons, there is almost no problem of wasting bullets, and the hit rate of 100 shots can definitely be guaranteed.

Soon, several Mongolian thousand-strong teams had already rushed to the city of Xiangyang, and before the people and horses arrived, a large wave of arrows poured down all over the world.

Guo Jing, who was familiar with the combat methods of the Mongolian army and had been prepared for this, had already made the shield bearers in the army raise their big shields one after another, blocking most of the arrows that were fired, and only a few unlucky ghosts were shot by the arrows that fell in the gap, and let out a cry of pain and screams before death.

At the same time, the archers of the Xiangyang defenders also immediately launched a counterattack and shot Dapeng's long arrows.

Whether it was during the Cold Weapon War or during World War I and World War II in later generations, the decision to win or lose was still to catch up with the two sides, so after the archers on both sides fired each other for a few rounds, the short-range battle officially began.

"Brothers, follow me to kill the enemy and defend Xiangyang!"

Guo Jing in the crowd shouted, and immediately rode towards the Mongolian army.

Behind him, a large group of Song cavalry also rode up to meet the enemy, and the sound of killing in their mouths shook the sky.

A fierce battle broke out under Xiangyang City in this way, and all kinds of shouts, weapons and neighing of horses resounded in the open space under Xiangyang City.

Guo Qingyang, who was standing on a tall building in the city, was not idle, and after the heavy machine gun in his hand was slightly aimed, he also began to roar fiercely and frantically, pouring a scorching metal bullet into the Mongolian cavalry.

Guo Jing was brandishing the spear in his hand and picking a Mongolian centurion under his horse, when he saw countless knives, spears and halberds stabbing towards him around him, leaving no gaps at all.

A good Guo Jing, at this critical moment, his calm face did not show the slightest fear, and the spear in his hand suddenly turned into a phantom, and the dozen swords, spears and halberds stabbed around him were broken one after another.

Then, Guo Jing, who was not slow in his hands, immediately shook out a little bit of gunfire, stabbed several Mongolian soldiers out of holes in their chests one by one, overturned the horses, and saw that they were not alive.

However, because Guo Jing rushed too deep into the enemy army, but his side did not keep up with the Song soldiers in time, more large swords and halberds immediately stabbed towards his body and the mount under him.

At the critical juncture, a continuous explosion suddenly sounded from Xiangyang City, and then Guo Jing saw that the Mongolian soldiers besieging him were stunned, and a large blood mist burst out from their bodies, and huge flesh holes suddenly appeared on their bodies, and even more, their limbs and heads and necks were broken on the spot by a mysterious artifact, which was miserable.

"What kind of weapon is this, it is so powerful!"

Guo Jing was really dazzled, no matter how extensive his knowledge was, he couldn't imagine that there could be any weapon or hidden weapon in this world that could cause such tragic damage to the human body.

As the thunderous explosion continued to resound in the city of Xiangyang, groups of Mongolian soldiers and their mounts were beaten to a blur of flesh and blood, and died on the spot.

"Didn't God bless my Great Song Dynasty and send down divine punishment to kill these Mongolian soldiers?"

Even though Guo Jing's knowledge is extensive, in the face of this fundamentally inexplicable phenomenon, he can't help but associate with gods and ghosts.

Guo Jing was like this, and the soldiers of the surrounding Song and Mongolian armies were even more convinced that this could not be done by manpower, and it must be the gods of the Great Song Dynasty who were powerful, so they lowered such punishments.

Guo Qingyang quickly ran out of bullets on a bullet protection board, and he didn't have time to replace the bullet protection board, but instantly replaced it with a brand-new heavy machine snatch, and continued to pour bullets into the Mongolian army, like the sickle of death, harvesting the lives of Mongolian soldiers.

In fact, the lethality of a heavy machine gun does not play a big role in the entire battlefield of tens of thousands of people, but the problem is that neither of the warring sides has ever seen this kind of killing mode, and they all attributed it to the power of ghosts and gods.

"God bless my Great Song, send down divine punishment, and kill all the Tartars!"

For a while, the morale of the Song army was great, and they burst out with strong combat effectiveness, and rushed to the opposite Mongolian army regardless of death.

The Mongolian soldiers, who had suddenly suffered such a blow, were demoralized all of a sudden, and even a certain degree of riots had already occurred.

"The gods of heaven are powerful, and the gods of the Great Song Dynasty have sent down punishments!"

Soon, the fear of the unknown quickly spread among the Mongol army, and in a short time it caused a large area to disperse.