Xiangyang City was slaughtered at this time, there were few pedestrians on the streets, and there were soldiers and soldiers walking in a hurry everywhere, all with solemn looks on their faces.

Outside the city, banners were hunting, large armies gathered, people shouted horses neighing, and an iron-blooded spirit rushed into the sky.

The Mongol army has arrived.

Knock knock, a stirring sound of golden drums sounded, and suddenly, inside and outside Xiangyang City, shouting and killing was shocking.

The Mongol army began to attack the city.

On the city wall, Taiyuan was dressed in a green robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his eyes looked indifferently at the dense Mongolian soldiers outside the city, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

There were countless siege equipment such as chariots, ladders, trebuchets, and so on, plus Mongolian soldiers, like black clouds rushing towards Xiangyang City.

Sou!

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand arrows were fired, and countless black lines shuttled in the void, straight to the head of the city.

A Mongolian team of archers and arrows began to attack, these archers, all of whom were elite Mongolian archers, had excellent archery skills, and the feathered arrows they shot were not only heavy, but also sharp and accurate.

The screams came, and many of the Song soldiers on the city were immediately hit by arrows, and countless were seriously injured and died.

A thick smell of blood began to spread over the city.

The killing of soldiers has always been cruel, and compared to the battles of people in the martial arts, such huge battles to conquer cities are many times more terrifying.

"Kill!"

From time to time, there were bursts of cheers around him, and the Song soldiers at the head of the city began to fight back almost at the same time.

Bows and arrows, rolling stones, sasswood, gold juice and other methods of defending the city are vividly displayed.

In a large-scale war, the defenders of the city already had the advantage, and although the Mongol army was elite and brave, it was impossible to break through the heavily defended Xiangyang City in a short period of time.

For three days, the Mongol army continued to launch waves of attacks, trying to break Xiangyang, but they failed to do so.

Xiangyang is the front line of the war, the defenders in the city have experienced bloody battles, can be described as elite soldiers, plus there are beggars, Quanzhen and other Jianghu sects and many martial arts people to help, three days, the Mongolian army's harvest can be said to be very little.

After a long horn sounded, the Mongol army slowly retreated, and the tragic siege battle came to an end for the time being.

Inside and outside Xiangyang, corpses and bones are like mountains, blood flows like rivers, and thousands of lives are sprinkled on this land.

Outside the city, the Mongolian army began to camp and settle down, and the tents of more than 100,000 large military camps stretched for more than ten miles, so vast that there was no end in sight.

In Guo Jing's mansion, everyone was discussing the military situation.

"It's not like words, it's too unlikely, the entire Xiangyang City has been fighting bloody battles in the past few days, but Lu Wende, the main general in the city, is feasting and drinking every day, so rotten and incompetent, it is really infuriating. ”

Zhu Ziliu said with a gloomy face.

In the past few days, all of them have gone to the city wall to kill the enemy, and the tragedy of the war has been seen in their eyes, but Lu Wende, the main general of Xiangyang City, has not appeared once, and he is drinking and having fun in the mansion every day, this situation falls in his eyes, how not to feel angry.

"Alas, Lao Zhaohua didn't expect that this Lu Wende would be such a virtue, if you want to rely on him to defend Xiangyang City, you don't have to count on it. ”

Hong Qigong sighed, but he couldn't say anything, after all, they were from the rivers and lakes, and Lu Wende was the main general of a city, with different identities.

"Okay, Brother Zhu, master, we can't control Lord Lu's affairs, for the sake of now, we can only desperately resist the attack of the Mongols. ”

Guo Jing's tone was serious and solemn, and he had a firm will.

"Mongolia is powerful, trapped in the city is not a long-term solution, poor Dao has seen that the Mongols go south, the preparation is sufficient, the soldiers and horses are huge, the grain and grass are sufficient, I am afraid that they are ready for long-term combat, so with the current situation in Xiangyang, I am afraid that it is not optimistic, tonight Poor Dao will go out of the city to explore, to see what the situation is. ”

Taiyuan said lightly, didn't stay long, turned around and left.

Out of the gate of Guo Jing's mansion, Taiyuan had a cold light in his eyes, his body was longitudinal, and the clouds and smoke were misty, and he had already walked towards the center of Xiangyang City.

Lu Wende's mansion was brightly lit, full of singing and laughing, and the appearance of a peaceful and prosperous world, Taiyuan looked at it quietly and shook his head slightly.

In a large hall in the Lu Mansion, Lu Wende was having a banquet with several officials in the city, and suddenly, a cold sword aura came from outside the door, and with a pop, it directly pierced his head, and the smile on his face did not fall, and he had lost his vitality.

The Xiangyang guard, Lu Wende, was directly killed by Taiyuan with a sword.

After a sword, Taiyuan left regardless of the consequences.

With his light skills, he is simply unaware, and if there is anyone in the big Lu Mansion who can find his traces.

The feet do not stop, Taiyuan directly out of Xiangyang City, from a distance, the lights in the Mongolian camp are dim, from time to time there are many patrol teams walking by, it can be described as five steps, one post, ten steps and one sentry, and the defense is strict.

"That's it, if you want to achieve the Great Dao, I'm afraid you have to go through this killing field, these Mongolian soldiers, all of them are ferocious, they have killed countless evils, and killing them can be regarded as a merit. ”

Taewon sighed and finally made up his mind.

Like a dark shadow, he walked in the darkness and easily touched the Mongolian camp.

By midnight, all the soldiers in the Mongol camp had fallen asleep, except for some patrolling guards.

Tai Yuan's footsteps were silent, and he suddenly appeared in a camp tent, where more than a dozen soldiers were sleeping soundly.

The light in his eyes was indifferent, the sword light was full of light, poof, and after a series of muffled sounds, there was no one alive in the entire tent.

Next, Taiyuan was like a ghost, wandering around the entire Mongolian camp, and every time he passed through a tent, he quietly submerged into it, and then the sword light was forested, setting off a bloody storm.

Slaughter, this is a silent slaughter, the Taiyuan long sword is waved, the sword of death is full of intent, like a god of death who harvests life, and everywhere it passes, all that is left behind are corpses.

Whether it is a soldier or an officer, under the sword of Taiyuan, there is only one way to die, there is no difference, and everyone is equal in the face of death.

After going in and out for more than an hour, Taiyuan quietly left the Mongolian camp.

This kind of thing is simply appalling, he is the number one master today, the way of the sword is like a god, such a grandmaster figure, let go of everything, and slaughter the Mongolian army with a clear mind, the speed and efficiency are unimaginably fast, in a short period of time, the Mongolian soldiers who died under his sword are afraid of no less than four or five thousand people.

If these four or five thousand armies formed a military formation and rushed over blatantly, no matter how clever Taiyuan's martial arts were, they would not dare to respond to its edge, but if they were like this night, hiding in the shadows to assassinate and harvest the lives of these Mongolian soldiers in their sleep, it would be completely different, and it would have become another terrifying result altogether.

Not long after Taiyuan left the Mongolian camp, the strong smell of blood finally alarmed the patrolling soldiers in the camp.

Rumble!

It exploded, it was shocked, and the entire Mongolian battalion almost exploded.

Inside one camp after another, all of them were full of dead corpses, all of them had a red line on their necks, and there was no trace of blood, and the situation in hundreds of camps was almost indifferent, and the situation was strange and cold, and all the Mongolian soldiers who saw this scene were terrified and their faces were pale, especially among the patrol soldiers, many of them were even more insane.

The Mongolian soldiers are not elite, even in the face of the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, they will not waver, but will become more and more brave, but the situation at this time is different, thousands of comrades, quietly killed in the camp, no resistance, no sound, it can be said that the death is too peaceful, too easy, how not to be chilling.

In the depths of the camp, the fire was scorching, the iron armor was forested, and in a luxurious camp tent, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Sitting at the top was a sharp-eyed, majestic young man, dressed in a gold-armored robe with a scimitar at his waist, but his face was pale at this time.

With a loud bang, he slapped the low table next to him.

"Damn, waste, my dignified Mongolian army, crisscrossing all directions, invincible, today was easily infiltrated by someone, killed thousands, thousands, a team of 10,000 people were killed and maimed, and you are so unconscious, damn, all deserve to die!"

This young man was the commander of the Mongol army, Kublai Khan, the son of Tuolei.

The young Kublai Khan, it was the time of great talent, this time commanding hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops, he was full of spirit, ready to break Xiangyang City in one go, and then broke the door straight into the hinterland of the Great Song Dynasty, who knew that tonight he was killed thousands of people in one breath without noticing, such things, it was simply a slap in the face, how not to be angry.

The surrounding Mongolian generals, commanders, thousand-commanders, etc., were all trembling, and they didn't dare to say more, and they didn't know how to refute it.

Not only Kublai Khan was furious, but even these high-ranking generals were furious when they saw the tragic fate of those Mongolian soldiers, and they were eager to break the murderer into pieces, but they had no way, without the slightest clue, and the heavily guarded Mongolian camp did not even see the human figure, and it was a great shame that so many elite soldiers and horses were killed.

After a temper, Kublai Khan waved his hand and let these generals retreat, but sternly ordered everyone to guard against it and not let something like this happen again.

Over the years, Kublai Khan fought in the south and the north, and his achievements were great, and his majesty became more and more serious, even if they were all battle-hardened people, they still felt extremely awe in the face of this prince.

In the blink of an eye, in the big tent, only Kublai Khan and two other people with good temperament remained.

One of them, dressed as a Tibetan monk and with a thin figure, was the Golden Wheel Dharma King, at this time, his face was like pale gold, his breath was sluggish, and he had obviously not recovered from the wounds on his body.

The other person is a middle-aged man with an elegant face, with an extraordinary temperament, and a sword and a sword by his side, giving people a mysterious and weird feeling.

"National Teacher, Mr. Gongsun, what do you think of tonight's events?"

Kublai Khan asked slowly.

"Lord Wang, this matter is not trivial, if the poor monk did not guess wrong, it should be a supreme master master who sneaked into the camp, opened a killing ring, and slaughtered wildly, such a master, if he wants to attack and kill secretly, not only the army is dangerous, but also the prince himself, and he must not be guarded against. ”

The Golden Wheel Dharma King's face was as solemn as frost, and he had a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.