The first Xiongguan of the Great Song Dynasty, Xiangyang City, Baizhang City Wall, I don't know how many miles it stretches, the remnant sun in the sky is like blood, a lonely city, just like a lonely boat in the waves of the sea, it will capsize at any time, the air is filled with a strong and extremely strong killing atmosphere, and on the ground, it is a dense huge army.

This is a life-and-death contest between two dynasties, two civilizations.

Woowoo...... Woowoo......

Under the city of Xiangyang, a distant trumpet sound was played, and there were thousands of tents, with no end in sight, and some of the big tents were even like a house, all of which were woven by skilled craftsmen who plundered the far west by the Mongol army.

In the north of the Great Song Dynasty, there was a huge nomadic empire, called the Mongol Empire, which was extremely strong, and now the Mongol Emperor Kublai Khan, with a million male soldiers fought on the battlefield of Xiangfan, which lasted five years, and finally conquered this city.

After the sound of the whining horn, all the people on the city wall moved, and then an old man with gray sideburns and nearly seventy years of age walked up with a group of people and looked at the Mongolian tents under the city.

The horn sounded, and countless mighty men rushed out of each big tent, forming a neat procession, and the steps they stepped on were neatly organized hundreds of thousands of troops, densely packed, and the army camp alone stretched for hundreds of miles, and this scene was like 16 years ago.

"Guo Daxia, now the Tartar soldiers are in full swing, there are 300,000 Tartar iron cavalry alone, and there are many servant troops in the extreme west that have been conquered by the Tartars, and even some knights whose whole body is covered with iron armor, together, I am afraid that there will be more! Xiangyang City..... Can you hold it?"

This person is Lu Wenhuan, the governor of Xiangyang, his eyes flickered a little, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

The old man in front of him, whose sideburns were already gray, and who was nearly seventy years old, turned out to be Guo Jing, Guo Daxia, who was a Mongolian golden sword and a horse and dedicated his life to the city of Xiangyang!

His internal cultivation at this time is not inferior to Wang Chongyang in the past, not to mention rejuvenation, but he is not so old, but even if he is nearly seventy years old, he still straightens his body, and his eyes are full of light.

"You can keep it, you can't keep it, you also asked me this question in the past, and now I answer you, and it's still the same sentence. Guo Jing recalled the scene of that year, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "I can keep it, I can't keep it, it's just these eight words." ”

"Guo Daxia is high. Lu Wenhuan nodded respectfully, lowered his head, and had a gloomy face, with a hint of a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Bang!

At this moment, in the camp of the Mongolian army, there was a rumbling sound of drums, hundreds of drums, making violent drums, compared to the dark clouds, the power of thunder and lightning is more terrifying, just like the sky is falling apart, the earth dragon turned over, standing at the head of Xiangyang City, you can feel the slight vibration.

In the majestic sound of drums, a large group of large pairs of gold-armored cavalry rushed out, all the spirits were twisted together, wearing a scimitar at the waist, and a bow and arrow behind their backs, their whole bodies were covered with iron armor, and only two eyes were exposed.

This is the iron cavalry established by the Mongol Empire when it was fighting with the knights of the Far West, and it was called the gluttonous guard by those blond and blue-eyed Westerners.

Such armor, weighing fifty or sixty pounds, is invincible on a horse, specifically restraining the folk martial arts masters of the Great Song Dynasty, and the general second-rate masters hit the body of the gluttonous guard, and the internal force can not wear the armor, unscathed.

And every gluttonous guard has undergone strict training, the most elite warriors of the steppe, skilled in bows and horses, even if they wear such heavy armor, it will not affect their actions at all, with the national strength of Mongolia, it is only a few hundred people.

Immediately afterwards, I heard hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops shouting in unison, long live, the sound shook like a storm crashing on the shore, and I saw these hundreds of gluttonous guards supporting the Mongolian Emperor Kublai Khan into some, Kublai Khan fought on the battlefield, and shouted with full anger: "Uncle Guo, the battlefield of Xiangfan, which lasted for five years, you and I are both using their own means and abilities, and now our army has the power of great victory, under your lonely city of Xiangyang, and it is the destiny of heaven to destroy your Great Song Dynasty!"

At this time, the Mongolian army and the Great Song army fought fiercely in the land of Xiangfan for five years, both sides suffered heavy losses, even Guo Jing's daughter and son-in-law were killed in battle, the beggar gang nine bags of elders, eight bags of elders are all dead, now Xiangyang is already a lonely city, no more than 10,000 soldiers, no more than ten, no soldiers and no reinforcements!

As soon as Xiangyang was lost, the Mongolian iron rode in and out of the hinterland of the Great Song Dynasty like their own garden.

"Uncle Guo, if you surrender and join you, I will definitely let you and Aunt Guo spend your old age in peace, don't you think about yourself, and don't think about Aunt Guo? Aunt Guo married herself, but there is one person who can be as happy and free as ordinary wives? No! You forcibly put the burden of Xiangyang City on her! You are too selfish!"

Kublai Khan was clever in his tongue, he knew that with Guo Jing's temperament, there was no reason to surrender, and only by starting from others could he have the opportunity to move.

"If you disobey the will of heaven, you will only let your relatives die with you, and if you die, why should you pull someone else?"

Every word he said seemed to have a peculiar charm that could make people involuntarily convinced.

"Yes, Guo Daxia, the Mongol Tatars broke through those cities that resisted to the end, and they didn't leave a single mouth, if they surrendered, they could still save the lives of these people, don't you think about yourself, but also think about others, right?"

"That's right, Guo Daxia, you can't let these people die with you in order to achieve your reputation of loyalty to the country!"

For a time, the people's hearts were in turmoil, the morale of the army fluctuated, and everyone was panicked and had no fighting spirit.

Guo Jing couldn't speak for a while, but just shook his head.

Swish!

The long sword was unsheathed suddenly, and a human head was cut off at once, and the sword holder was Huang Rong! At this time, Huang Rong was no longer the pretty Huang Rong of the year, but she had profound internal skills, and she looked like she was only fifty years old.

"If there is anyone who dares to shake the heart of the army, there will be no mercy!" Huang Rong made a ruthless move this time, and killed a few troublemakers in an instant, holding the bloody head in his hand, and calming the army's heart at once.

But this is not enough, forcibly suppressed, once something happens on the battlefield, the banner will be reversed immediately, kneeling and surrendering, and there must be a reason to have to fight to the death.

I saw Huang Rong say sharply: "Wait and listen, the Mongolian Tatars are extremely ruthless, the battle of Xiangfan, dozens of cities were slaughtered, the tragic death of the people is even worse than the Wuhu Chaohua, the city of Xiangyang is broken, and everyone is spared! The imperial court has sent a large number of troops to support, and they will arrive within five days!"

As she spoke, she threw the bloody heads down, arousing everyone's fighting spirit and cheering.

"Uncle Guo, I read that you are my father's sworn worship, I will not attack today, I will give you a day to think! The whole army retreats!" A smile appeared on the corner of Kublai Khan's mouth, and he waved his hand to retreat, and hundreds of thousands of Mongol troops retreated like a tide.

"Rong'er, why did Kublai Khan withdraw so easily? Guo Jing frowned, for a while, he couldn't see through Kublai Khan's plan.

"I don't know, order the soldiers to defend strictly, no mistakes at night, let's go down and rest first. Huang Rong pulled Guo Jing and spoke, flowing like a trickle.

"Let's go and worship Taiyi Salvation Immortal Zun first, now it's Hu Ren Chaohua again, I hope Immortal Zun will bless it." Guo Jing said.

Taiyi Salvation Immortal Zun, is one of the biggest beliefs today, it is said that when the five Hu Chaohua, Taiyi Immortal Zun rescued the heirs of Ran Min Heavenly King after a hundred days of ascension, and then all against the Hu people, inevitably to be in the name of this Immortal Zun, it seems that the righteousness is in the body, so for hundreds of years, more and more people of faith.

"Let's go together. Huang Rong let out a long string of laughter like silver bells, grabbed Guo Jing's hand, and walked towards the Taiyi Salvation Immortal Venerable Concept, as if they had returned to the beginning of a few decades ago, probably both of them had a bad premonition in their hearts.

The Taoist hall is very large, and there are many people, all of whom are begging for blessings to be able to keep the city, and when they saw Guo Jing and Huang Rong coming, they all respectfully took the initiative to get out of the way, and the disciples of the beggar gang said hello softly.

"Ask the Immortal Venerable to bless you...... Rong'er didn't ask for anything, just wanted to die on the same day, the same month, and the same year as Brother Jing. Huang Rong looked at Guo Jing, whose sideburns were all white, and there was no palpitation in her heart, so she closed her eyes and prayed hurriedly.

The voices of countless people praying seemed to form a spirit that could penetrate the heavens and the earth, and I don't know what direction it rushed.