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That is, on the way to Qilong Mountain again, Zhang Chuan learned from Wan Yan's mouth why the lord of the Jin Kingdom wanted to get rid of it at any cost.

Shangjing City is located in the center, bordering several counties, like the heart of the city. However, after a strong earthquake in Qilong Mountain, the direction of the entire mountain peak has become the outline of a sharp sword, and the tip of the sword is pointed at, piercing straight to Shangjing.

Those feng shui masters who really have Taoism in the Jin Kingdom have all seen the existence of Qilong Mountain, which is precisely the situation of nine deaths and no life when the sky wants to destroy Jin. In ancient times, it was very superstitious, and since Qilong Mountain was occupied, the Jin Kingdom has been flooded here for decades, and the drought has been dangerous.

It is the lord of the Jin country who can't wait to occupy Qilong Mountain.

After listening to Yan Shu, Zhang Zhan also said that those feng shui masters pointed out that if the pattern of Qilong Mountain can be changed, so that the "sword tip" and "sword handle" can be replaced, then they can break the luck of the Great Song Dynasty, and then they can achieve supreme hegemony and leave a good name, and the Jin people will become the first alien race to enter the Central Plains in history.

Zhang Zhan did not scoff at this statement. The culture of Middle-earth is broad and profound, and even if it is an unbelievable school, it can be passed down to the present day for a long time, and it naturally has its own reason for its existence. It's not ridiculous, it's not necessarily a fictitious thing, for example, before this, if Zhang Zhan hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he believe that a corpse could be at the mercy of others and turn into a killing machine.

At this time, Zhang Zhan couldn't think too much, Pei Yuan, who was dressed in military uniform, stood in front of the thousand troops, and he was mighty.

He didn't have any grandiose words, just stood the long sword in front of him, and said two words lightly: "Attack!"

The sound was not high, but it clearly entered everyone's ears, and resounded for thousands of miles, echoing between heaven and earth.

All of a sudden, the birds around them rushed in all directions, apparently feeling the overwhelming killing opportunities.

And at this moment, the sound of breaking wind sounded.

I saw an afterimage shooting at Pei Yuan, and with Zhang Xuan's eyesight, he just saw that between the lightning and flint, Pei Yuan suddenly turned around and stood still, and the long sword slashed through. But when he heard a crisp sound, an arrow was split by Pei Yuan, turned into two parts, and stuck straight into the ground, the arrow cluster was not on the ground, and only the tail of the arrow was still shaking from side to side, buzzing.

This arrow broke through the sky, and it was impossible to tell where it was born.

Seeing this, Jin Bing couldn't help but burst into thunderous cheers for Pei Yuan's cleverness in one go, and the applause was endless.

Only a master with real eyesight, such as the person Pei Yuan, knows the horror of this arrow.

If the guess is correct, this arrow was sent from nearly a thousand steps away, which really gave Pei Yuan a dismount.

Who in the world has such strength, and if he is shot at a hundred paces, who can stop him?

When Pei Yuan split the arrow, he sensed the spirit and strength contained in Ye Si. At the same time, Pei Yuan knew that this Shangqi Longshan would pay an extremely heavy price, and nearly 10,000 gold soldiers, if one out of ten could survive smoothly, it would be a beautiful victory. The vast majority of the remaining people will never see the warm and beautiful sunrise that tomorrow is like today.

But Pei Yuan couldn't tell everyone this fact, so he could only let them build a broad road to success and victory with their blood.

In fact, Pei Yuan himself was not at all sure of survival.

The soldiers held shields and slowly climbed the mountain.

There is only one narrow road in Qilong Mountain for people to enter and exit, the terrain is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Zhang Zhan actually didn't want to climb the mountain at all, but he secretly felt that it was necessary to have this trip. Because he himself can't understand it, but he knows deeply that when he climbs the mountain, there will be some great opportunities that will befall him.

However, Zhang was so smart that he cautiously followed the back of the line.

In general, at the tail end of the charge, the chance of a natural fate being repaid is greater. And Jiang Qiu and the others are by no means fools, they will only give the Jin soldiers a head-on blow, and it is impossible for any team of Jin soldiers to swagger to the top of the mountain. Otherwise, Zhang Zhan had reason to believe that even with Jiang Qiu's unfathomable depth, it would be impossible to survive under thousands of spears.

The footsteps of "stepping on the footsteps" come and go, and every step is like stepping on people's hearts, which makes people move and shake.

However, all of a sudden, the rain of arrows poured down, obscuring the sky and the sun, even blocking the blue and clear sky and the soothing and soft beauty of the white clouds.

The next moment, the sharp sound of the arrows piercing through the iron shield, like a cheerful tune, resounded in people's eardrums and continued.

The soldier is headed by the bow, and the arrow is the first.

Since the advent of the bow and arrow, its lethality has always been the crown of cold weapons, and it has been unshakable for a long time.

In an instant, dozens of corpses tumbled down from the narrow stairs of Qilong Mountain like rolling melons and gourds, accompanied by screams. The downward rush will disrupt the team that is cautiously climbing the mountain, and the chickens and dogs will jump, and the army will not be formed. What's more, some sergeants who were shallow and did not react enough, made mistakes in the chaos, and when they were knocked out of balance and rolled down, they also hurriedly grabbed their partners who had already avoided them, and the scene was chaotic.

From the high staircase to the tumbling to the ground, the living are all unrecognizable, and only half of their lives are left to survive.

However, there are also those who take the lead and move forward bravely.

Pei Yuan, the two Murong brothers and the lone wolf Zhao Changfeng and dozens of other masters were like poisonous snakes coming out of their holes, invincible, and they rushed to almost halfway up the mountain in an instant.

I saw that the dozens of people rode the boat to break the waves, wielding their blades, and constantly picking off the arrows that came at the head, and the speed did not decrease at all.

And the power of example, like faith, always inspires the most powerful beliefs and perseverance of human beings.

The next moment, the wave-like golden soldiers burst out with infinite perseverance, shouted and shook the sky, and continued to rush towards Qilong Mountain without fear of death. It seems that what awaits them is not the threat of death at all, but the call of glory and victory, which no one can stop.

Bones piled up in the blink of an eye.

On Qilong Mountain, there are Han people of the same nationality as Zhang Remnant, and they are the most virtuous group of Han people.

Those who were killed were only the enemies who invaded our Great Song Dynasty and slaughtered my compatriots.

However, at this time, Zhang Yan couldn't experience any pleasant feeling at all.

Throughout the ages, how many heroes have been shrouded in horse leather, and there are no bones. Its Danqing history book does not have a name, leaving only a sincere heart to shine on the ancient and modern, and the group constitutes a long river of rolling history, splashing ink with a stroke, so that future generations can turn over lightly.

Regardless of friend or foe, those who die on the battlefield are true heroes.