I kept groping to find Langzhong, only to find a sign that read: "Sichuan Medical Clinic". Liu Yinan thought to herself: "This is a hundred miles away, and this is the only one." The craftsmanship should be good. "When she was sick and went to the doctor, Liu Yinan had to come forward and knock on the door.

In the middle of the night, an old man came out, and he yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes. When he saw Sukhbaru shaking his head and a young man holding a woman covered in blood, he was so frightened that he had already scared the sweet morning sleep out of the clouds, and he could no longer recall the sweet dream.

Liu Yinan said Don't be afraid, uncle, this is my mount. As he spoke, he carried Han Yue into the house and put it away, and squatted in the yard alone to think about it. Liu Yinan thought to herself: She and Han Yue have not known each other for a long time, but this woman broke into his heart like a tiger and was pregnant with his child.

The maids in the room went in and out like a weaver girl, holding herbs that they couldn't name. After a long time, the old man finally came out, and Liu Yinan asked anxiously: "How is it? Tell me quickly?" The old man said with some embarrassment: "My life is saved, but because of excessive bleeding, I am afraid that the child will be gone!" And this girl will never be able to have children again!"

The old man thought that his voice was not loud, but he didn't expect that their conversation was heard by Han Yue through the window!

"Child, my child!" Han Yue cried out heartbreakingly in the room. Liu Yinan rushed into the house and saw Han Yue hanging her big breasts and her hair scattered.

Liu Yinan couldn't make the right words to comfort her, he knew that any language was pale and weak. I had to stand there. Han Yue pushed him away, "I don't need you to comfort me! I'll leave if the child is gone!" Liu Yinan took her in his arms and comforted her softly. Han Yue sobbed.

Mei Ying came to Xiangyang only two hours ahead of the Mongol outpost. Along the way, she made careful arrangements for the division of labor among the people: Niu Manzi was responsible for luring the enemy into the depths, Mei Yu was responsible for sniping according to the danger, and Mei Ruoxue, Brother Sidingshan, and Lin Ran were responsible for breaking the rear, mainly attacking the enemy who missed the net. Fan Wenzhong, the garrison of Xiangyang, couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the reinforcements arrive. He sent the people into the city to hold a battle meeting. He took out a picture from his arms and said: "Welcome all the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and I implore everyone to help protect Xiangyang." This is the formation diagram that I just received. This array was drawn by the current saint himself, which fully reflects His Majesty's wisdom and martial arts. You can strategize and win a decisive victory! You can face the enemy and repel the attack of the Mongol Tatars in one fell swoop!" Mei Ying had been silently listening to his chatter, and then couldn't help but stand up and ask: "Lord Garrison, how can the Holy Lord deal with the ever-changing battlefield situation thousands of miles away?" Fan Wenzhong said that this is His Majesty's heroism, how can it be treated by ordinary people? Mei Ying wanted to say something, Mei Ruoxue waved her hand to sit down. said to Fan Wenzhong: "The matter is urgent, and it is not too late to debate in the future." Now we can go our separate ways. Fan garrisoned the Xiangyang garrison to meet the enemy according to the formation map, and Mei Ying led the brothers of Sidingshan to respond. Niu Manzi slapped his thigh: "Mei Daxia is right, just do it!"

Fan Wenzhong thought about it, people are friendly troops, and they are willing to help better than nothing. I had to do it. He came to the camp gate to count the Xiangyang garrison. There were only 100,000 people in Xiangyang City, including the old, weak, sick and disabled, and the 300,000 troops who had to fight against Kublai Khan were obviously at a disadvantage, so it would not be easy to hold Xiangyang! As for victory, he did not dare to think of victory. But he knew that morale could not be blown away, and he could not say it to the sergeants. Fan Wenzhong plucked up his courage and raised his arms and shouted: "Listen to the garrison in the city, we are stationed here by the emperor's order, and today Kublai Khan personally led the Mongol army to attack Xiangyang." The Tartars are menacing, and their vigor is flourishing! We must unite as one, and swear to live and die together with Xiangyang! If we do not succeed, we will become benevolent, and if we kill ourselves for righteousness, we will surely be immortal! Here is the formation map drawn by His Majesty the Emperor, and the brothers will follow me out of the city to meet the enemy!"

The soldiers and horses of Xiangyang lined up in a neat square and shouted and left. Less than ten miles out of the city, it was attacked by the Mongol outposts, and after a few waves, the Song army was in disarray. The Mongol soldiers were proud and pursued with victory. The heavy cavalry of the brigade outflanked in three roundabouts, and scattered the soldiers and horses of Xiangyang. Just as he wanted to gather around and annihilate him, Mei Ying led the brothers of Sidingshan to arrive. I saw her taking the lead in the oblique thorn, with plum feathers on the left and Niu Manzi on the right. Mei Ruoxue, Lin Ran, Gao Lijiang and others followed, majestic and murderous!

Niu Manzi used a pair of bright silver hammers to guide the north, striking east and west, flying up and down, killing the fierce Mongolian soldiers all over the field, crying bitterly.

Mei Yu was not far behind, wielding a sword and rushing all the way to kill, and the apricot eyes like water were all red!

The Mongol soldiers had never seen such a style of fighting? The leader of the troops was Kublai Khan's general, Arslen. He reined in his horse and shouted, "Ah, Nanbarbarian, what kind of way do you fight?"

Mei Ying said that this is called asymmetrical play. Arslen asked again: "Come less, I have seen Sun Tzu's Art of War." Which version of this are you?" Mei Ying said in a loud voice: "Mongolian Tatars, listen up, this is not Sun Tzu's Art of War, it is my aunt's Art of War! You beat yours, I will beat mine, see who shouts pain! I also want to tell you: Those who offend me in the Great Song Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away!" Arsleng gave a thumbs up: "My aunt and grandmother's art of war is high, it is really high!"

The Mongol soldiers were startled at first, but after all, they had been on the battlefield for a long time and gradually stabilized their position. The underdeveloped Mongol soldiers fell in rows, and the soldiers behind made up for it. The whole formation is seamless, and there is no trace of passing water. Mei Ying launched seven charges, but they were all blocked. At a glance, the Mongolian soldiers and locusts were generally overwhelming, and the black pressure was overwhelming. There is not the slightest sign of backing down!