Chapter 406: Fragmentation (26) Destruction (Medium)

This burst of shouts came from far and near, and it was obvious that the disciple who was in charge of guarding the mountain was rushing up the mountain to report. Li Zhichang's eyes were originally about to split, and his eyes were red as he stared at Guo San Fist, but at this moment, when he suddenly heard the news, he didn't have time to care about it, and even forgot to put away his sword, so he rushed straight towards the palace gate.

Guo Sanquan was already secretly accumulating strength, and he was also ruthless in his heart, and said through gritted teeth: "It's a big deal on this Zhongnan Mountain, just fight to the death with the Quanzhen Sect", unexpectedly, this sudden change, his heart sank, and he secretly screamed badly, and immediately followed behind Li Zhichang and rushed out of the palace gate.

He had already made up his mind to get out of this troubled water as soon as possible, but who would have thought that at this juncture, the Mongol army would suddenly begin to attack the mountains? If it was the former, then he would still have a chance to go down the mountain smoothly, but if it was the latter, then whether he wanted it or not, he would have to be in the company of the Quanzhen Sect on this Zhongnan Mountain. Thinking that he and Li Zhichang were incompatible just now, and the quarrel was almost to the point of making a move, after three punches, I didn't dare to think about what kind of situation the Shenquan Gate would face if I continued to stay here. Therefore, he had to hold on to the last bit of luck in his heart and hurriedly went out to check.

The person who rushed to report the news outside the door was a frightened gray-robed Quanzhen disciple, and his expression was also full of panic and anxiety. Seeing Li Zhichang who jumped out, the disciple immediately stepped forward and said urgently: "Senior uncle, something is wrong, just now the Tartars suddenly attacked on horseback, and they were blocked out of the mountain gate by the senior brothers who were responsible for guarding the mountain, but the Mongolian army is large, and now the senior brothers are a little unable to withstand it!"

Li Zhichang hurriedly asked, "How many people are here from the Tartars?"

The disciple said: "There are countless people who cover the sky and the sun, and according to the disciple's observation, there are at least four or five thousand people, but because there are too many, the disciples can't count them in detail." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone who chased them out together only felt a breeze blowing behind them, and when they looked back, it turned out that it was Wang Zhitan who used Jin Yangong and jumped to the top of the Chongyang Palace. Li Zhichang shouted loudly: "Senior brother, what are you doing up there?"

Wang Zhitan didn't answer, just looked at the place at the mountain gate from a distance, and his expression was extremely cold. A moment later, he flicked his sleeves, his feet a little, and his figure fluttered to the ground in a few motions in the air. Lu Youjiao stepped forward and asked, "Daoist Wang, how is the current situation?"

After Wang Zhitan pondered for a while, he said: "It seems that the Tartars are planning to move seriously this time, and I am afraid that there are more than 10,000 soldiers who come this time!"

When the disciple who reported the news just now said that there were no less than four or five thousand people in the Tartars, everyone present was already shocked, but when they heard Wang Zhitan say that there were actually more than 10,000 people, the crowd suddenly exploded. This news was tantamount to a bolt from the blue for the Quanzhen Sect. Although at this moment, the reinforcements brought by various gangs and factions on Zhongnan Mountain add up to no less than five or six thousand people, and there are several natural dangers that can be used, if you really want to fight, the outcome is still unknown, but in the final analysis, these people are just a group of rabble after all, in their hearts, these five or six thousand people are really not as reliable as the hundreds and thousands of people they brought, and when they hear about the Mongolian army of 10,000 people, in comparison, anyone will feel that this is a war without suspense.

Wang Zhitan observed his words and looks, and knew what everyone was thinking, but the most important thing at the moment was not to plan for the long term and plan slowly, but to quickly dispatch troops and dispatch generals, and stop the Mongol army rushing to the mountain first, because as long as it was a little late, then the Quanzhen Sect and everyone on this mountain would only perish.

Thinking of this, he immediately said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the Tartars suddenly attacked the mountain, and the situation on the Zhongnan Mountain, there is no need to say much at this time. Once the Tartars attack the mountain, what way do you still have to go? Therefore, for the sake of today, there is only one way to fight to the death. I swear to fight the enemy to the death, and I don't know what you will do?"

Before the words fell, the Quanzhen disciples present suddenly shouted in unison, "Swear to fight the enemy, never die!" "Swear to fight the enemy, never die!" The grandeur of the voice resounded through the sky, and the battle intent contained in it also shocked those who heard it. As a disciple of the beggar gang, Lu Youjiao once had a lot of contact with Guo Jing, and under his influence, he naturally regarded the righteousness of the family and the country as his own responsibility. In such an atmosphere, he was also infected unconsciously, and couldn't help shouting: "

The rest of the people were still hesitating, and they didn't know what to do for a while, but under the shock of the Quanzhen disciples, they suddenly saw that Lu Youjiao had made a choice, and Wang Zhitan and the others continued to inquire with their eyes, and finally their hearts were horizontal, and they also shouted: "Swear to fight the enemy to the death, never die!"

It's all slow, but it's only a few breaths. Seeing that the enemy was fierce and his own side was temporarily relieved of his worries, Wang Zhitan immediately ordered everyone to immediately go down the mountain to meet the enemy!

If he doesn't help the Quanzhen Sect, I'm afraid that he will be attacked by these fellow Jianghu people in front of him, besides, even if the Quanzhen Sect is finally defeated, but after the Mongols come up to the mountain, they will never take care of these, and they will be dead end at that time. Thinking of this, after three punches, he had to bite his teeth, wave his big hand, and lead everyone in his Divine Fist Sect to kill down the mountain with the large army.

Before the mountain gate, the battle was a one-sided situation almost from the beginning. In this battle, Ah Shu had already made all preparations, and his elite soldiers and strong generals gathered, and he suddenly launched an attack when Zhao Zhijing suddenly rebelled and the Quanzhen Sect army was unstable. Not to mention the huge gap between the two sides, these two points alone are already huge advantages.

Most of the Quanzhen disciples who were arranged by Wang Zhitan to defend in front of the mountain gate were fourth-generation disciples of the same generation as Yang Guo in the sect. Wang Zhitan originally planned to just let them play a role in slowing down the opponent's attack, because they only needed to withstand the initial battle, and when Li Zhichang and Cui Zhifang, whose martial arts were stronger, but the number was not large, the reinforcements from other gangs arrived, and it would be a great success, but they never realized that the Mongolian army, which was only "evenly matched" with them in the first two battles, was completely reborn this time, and the combat effectiveness they showed this time was by no means comparable to the previous two times.

The flurry of swords was almost a joke in front of the sharp scimitars and precise bows and arrows of the Mongol cavalry, and a cavalryman in heavy armor only needed to swing a sword in the crowd, and immediately several Quanzhen disciples would be splattered with blood on the spot, but they were powerless to fight back. At this time, the fourth-generation disciples who were responsible for blocking the advance of the Mongol army were like stubble of wheat seedlings waiting to be harvested, gradually falling down in the baptism of stray arrows and scimitars, turning into a corpse with a hideous face, but could no longer stand up.