After hearing the word Daoist, Xu Xianxian's expression only moved, but he immediately regained his composure and did not say anything superfluous.

The memories that came to her mind were a little confusing now, and she couldn't figure out the situation at this time, so the Taoist companion was not around, but there was a lot less trouble.

If the other party exposes the details, with the level of this body, against Zhu Yeqing or that Taoist couple, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape death.

She didn't know what the punishment would be for being killed in this historical projection, maybe she was lost in it, maybe she was sealed, but it was certainly not a good thing, so she didn't risk dying.

While the two women were talking, the Mongolian army in the distance had already begun to attack the city, and they drove those civilians to act as a human shield wall, covering the Mongolian army on both sides to attack.

"Archers prepare..."Looking at the dense crowd below, after the county lieutenant received the order of the magistrate, he commanded at the head of the city, and from time to time he had to dodge the cold arrows shot from under the city wall, he shouted at the soldiers around him: "Shoot!"

At this time, even if those civilians were once the people of the Great Song Dynasty, they couldn't stop.

But after several waves of arrows were fired, the battlefield was already full of blood, and there were corpses all over the ground, including Mongolian soldiers and civilian prisoners of war.

Just as the Song army was about to strengthen the counterattack, the Mongolian army stopped advancing, and after a while, an elderly man was pushed out of the crowd.

"It's Master Li!

As soon as the county lieutenant saw the person coming, he hurriedly ordered the archers to stop, and then subconsciously looked at the magistrate next to him.

"He..."

Xu Xianxian in the corner glanced at the somewhat clumsy old man, and some pictures flashed in her mind, in her memory, she 'practiced medicine and saved people' all the way, and had contact with this elderly man several times.

"Li Zhipan is the father of the magistrate of Wusheng County, a famous Confucian in Shu, good at the art of war, this time the anti-Mongolian is to assist General Zhang Shi, but some time ago the Song army was defeated in the first battle of Mahujiang, and many generals and officials were captured in the past. Regarding the doubts in Xu Xianxian's eyes, Zhu Yeqing just shook his head: "Although we only have a few relationships with Li Zhipan, we know that he is different from ordinary sour Confucians. ”

The humans who can make the demons look at each other will not be ordinary people.

But no matter what Li Zhipan's character and ability were, the prison clothes on his body at this time were tattered and full of blood stains, and he looked like he had been cruelly tortured by the Mongolian army.

Li Zhipan is over sixty years old, he is already old, and he was tortured after being captured, if he hadn't breathed a sigh of relief, I'm afraid he would have gone down to see the king of Hades long ago.

But even so, it is a candle in the wind, which can be extinguished at any time.

"Li Zhixian, your old father is in our hands, if you surrender now, the Great Khan may show mercy and spare you a dog's life!"

A young Taoist priest suddenly came out next to him, carrying the chains on Li Zhipan's body, and shouted loudly at the city wall.

However, without waiting for Zhixian to react, Li Zhipan didn't know where the strength came from, so he suddenly got up and stood up, a yellow light spread from his body, and pushed the young Taoist priest in front of him to a stagger.

This is the spirit of Haoran, which has been raised by scholars for decades, but at this time it has become the last return of the old man.

"People with lofty ideals are benevolent, there is no survival to harm benevolence, there is killing to become benevolent. It is still so true to fulfill benevolence and uphold justice, not to mention that I died for the world and the country today... This is a well-deserved death, and what am I afraid of?"

Without waiting for the young Taoist priest to react back, Li Zhipan looked up to the sky and laughed, his beard was all open, and his somewhat rickety body struggled to straighten up, even if the wound was affected and the blood penetrated the prison uniform, he did not waver in the slightest.

The laughter stopped abruptly, he looked at the city wall not far away, seemed to take one last look at his son, and shouted with all his strength: "Give me arrows!"

On the city wall, the archers did not move, their eyes were a little moved, but then they returned to numbness, these days of defending the city have made them accustomed to seeing cannibalism and the horror of life and death.

It's just that whether to release the arrow at this moment or not depends on the order of the magistrate.

The expression of the new county lieutenant next to him was very complicated, he glanced at Li Zhixian, who was standing next to him, and hurriedly said, "Lord Zhixian..."

Li Zhixian didn't react, but his eyes were a little stunned, with a crystal luster flickering, reflecting the roar of his old father in the distance, and after about a moment of silence, he slowly closed his eyes and spit out two words, his voice was neither high nor low, there was not much hesitation, and there was not much trembling.

“... Shoot arrows. ”

Two lines of clear tears fell, wetting the placket of his clothes.

Hmmm-

Hundreds of archers were commanded, and although the number was too small to achieve the sight of ten thousand arrows firing at once, the sky on the city wall was still gray, and then a large number of arrows rained down, penetrating the distance of space, and all fell on the driven captives and the Mongolian army behind them.

Li Zhipan bore the brunt of the attack, and under the rain of arrows, it became a sieve like rags, but his body did not fall down, but stood upright in place.

The courtiers hate, You Weixue!

"The Tartars have ruined my family and killed my compatriots..."

"Hate!"

"Please, please, please open your eyes!"

"There is no way in the sky, let the barbarians mess with my Huaxia..."

Some of the captives are afraid, some are unwilling, and some are angry, but without exception, the emotion is resentment.

But under the merciless rain of arrows, all resentment was crushed into the dirt.

"Attack!"

This situation seemed to have been expected by the Mongolian general, and he did not change much in his expression, but only gave the final order to break the city.

"Make people kill father and son, relatives kill each other..."For the miserable scene of the city wall, Xu Xianxian did not have much emotion, she is a person from the future, and she rose from killing, so she has no pity for the weak, but her eyes flickered a little: "This black dragon from the grassland was born to kill living beings!"

With the profundity of Aoki's mystical method, she can now deduce and know that the Southern Song Dynasty will inevitably be destroyed by military disasters.

"This is the impermanence of heaven, and we regard all things as dogs. Zhu Yeqing glanced at Xu Xianxian and said softly on the side: "My sister once told me that Mongolia can reach the capital Lin'an within three years and destroy the Southern Song Dynasty. ”

Xu Xianxian was just listening quietly, but her expression changed later, and she couldn't help repeating: "... Two hundred years of national glory?"

That's not right...

In the ancient history she knew, after the Mongols conquered the Central Plains, they founded the country and became emperor, and changed the name of the country to Yuan.

Although it was strong at the beginning, swept across the Eurasian continent, had few opponents, and was almost invincible, but after a few decades, it began to decline rapidly, and then fell apart, and in the end it did not last for a hundred years, only 98 years of national glory.

How did it get to Zhu Yeqing's mouth, but it has two hundred years of national fortune?

'Is the history here deranged?or is it fictional?or is it something else...?'

Xu Xianxian fell into deep thought.

Her goblins seemed to be in a sealed state, and they couldn't get out of here for a while, as if they were trapped in a labyrinth, and they could only wait for this historical projection to end naturally.

But now that I've only seen the tip of the iceberg, I feel an indescribable weirdness.

“...... Xian'er, you've been so strange these two days!"

Zhu Yeqing casually broke the spear that was thrown over, and then glanced at Xu Xianxian beside him a little strangely.