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The hibiscus tent warms up the spring night.

I didn't say anything all night, uh, Dudu also wanted to write some process, but the river crab, a mythical beast here, was too fierce, and I had no choice but to write in the spring and autumn period, and I said a word.

Following.

The vanguard of the Mongolian army has been attacking the city since the early morning, the so-called 10,000 people, boundless, Lu Qingdu stood on the city wall, only to understand that this sentence is really not nonsense, but seeing the mountains all over the field, there are human heads everywhere, shouting and killing and drumming, screaming and beating drums endlessly, and the city wall made of bluestone was dyed red with blood for a while.

Before the advent of artillery, there were many ancient siege methods, in fact, to sum it up, it was nothing more than props and ants, there were many props, rushing cars, high platforms, etc., and ants were much simpler, the siege scene seen on TV, a group of soldiers who were not afraid of death carried ladders, climbed up against the arrows on the city wall, boiling water, wooden boards, hot oil, etc., which was ant-attached.

The deterrent power of artillery is strong, but in fact, the effect is average, a cannonball smashed on the city wall, it is nothing more than a depression, it is really like Li Yunlong's Italian cannon in the bright sword to smash the city, in this era, it is delusional.

The rest of the water and fire, tunnels and other miscellaneous methods will not be repeated one by one, the Mongolian Tartars to the cavalry to fight the world, the cavalry itself is invincible in the field, the advance is swarming, ten thousand arrows are fired together, retreat is scattered in a hurry, but they are not good at attacking the city, the Song Dynasty since the equipment of the god arm bow, the long-range firepower is suppressed very strongly, but also occupies a high place of favorable terrain, the Tartar siege is often frustrated.

One hour, three charges, the Tartars threw down more than a thousand corpses, helplessly withdrawing troops, the siege itself is to fill with human lives, these are commonplace, and these dead people, the Mongols only account for a small part, Lu Qingdu looked at the faces of these people with some sadness, most of them are Han people from the north, Huihui, and some people from the Western Regions.

Just after noon.

The Mongols blew their horns and charged again, and the hundreds of people at the top of them ran under the city walls as if they were crazy, carrying ladders and ladders, and the guards drew bows and arrows, and the wood was boiling with oil, which provoked bursts of screams and countless casualties.

Suddenly, a man fought with an arrow to climb the city wall, his face was hideous, he suddenly pulled out the arrow, brought up a burst of blood mist, roared, a few guards on the side of the frightened side retreated again and again, a dozen or so Mongolian soldiers on the ladder were overjoyed, and they were about to climb the city wall, suddenly the man actually fell down, smashed on the ladder, with a bang, the ladder was smashed in half, more than a dozen fell into the moat like dumplings, and were quickly killed by the longbowmen.

Lu Qingdu patted a few people on the shoulders and said softly: "Don't be afraid, these are beasts, just kill them." ”

Several people nodded hurriedly: "Yes, thank you." ”

Shouting and screaming, filling the heaven and earth, blood corpses, stuffed in the mountains and wilderness, under the huge city of Xiangyang, at this time turned into a purgatory ghost area, at dusk, the moat was dyed red, the soldiers defending the city were tired and panicked, but the Mongols fought to the death and did not retreat, and they had to barely support.

At this time, the bell clanged, and the sound of a golden gong suddenly came from the rear of Mongolia, and the large group of people and horses retreated, Guo Jing raised his head and said loudly: "The Tartars have retreated, and you will rush with me to kill for a while!"

Xiangyang specially raised a cavalry, there are not many people, only about 2,000, specializing in dealing with the scattered Mongolian cavalry in the grass valley and chasing the retreating army, but they really encountered the retreat of the Mongolian cavalry, they did not dare to chase.

The city gate was wide open, Guo Jing took the lead, holding a spear in his hand, like a nail pierced into the crowd of Mongolian defeated soldiers, where he passed, people turned over on their backs, guns and guns chased souls, and the cavalry behind him was not ambiguous, chased for more than 20 miles, killed four or five hundred people, and then turned back to Xiangyang City.

It was night, and Guo's house was brightly lit.

Guo Jing set up a banquet to entertain guests and friends, today's battle, the martial arts heroes recruited by the victory pass showed their skills, if they want to repel these 10,000 people in peacetime, the Xiangyang defenders will lose at least one or two thousand, but today's statistics, but only more than 500 people have been lost, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, fighting alone, martial arts people with internal strength are much stronger than ordinary soldiers.

Lu Qingdu smiled in the small circle: "Wushuang, Miss Cheng and Long Er are both good today, they know how to protect themselves on the battlefield, this is very good, this battle may not be over, remember, the one who lives to the end is the winner." ”

Guo Fu pointed at himself with a smile: "Daoist Lu, how about me and the two elder brothers of the martial family?"

Lu Qingdu nodded with a smile, and Cheng Ying on the side suddenly patted Lu Wushuang, who was a little absent-minded, and the latter paused for a moment and hurriedly said, "I will also work hard." ”

The next day, it was bright and bright.

Overnight, ten miles away from Xiangyang, countless tents were suddenly erected, but seeing the mountains and fields, flags all over the place, and crowds, Guo Jing's face was solemn, and Wang Jian said on the side: "Guo Daxia, this time the Mongols are afraid that at least 200,000 troops have been transferred, and Xiangyang is in danger!"

Guo Jing said in a deep voice: "It's okay, it's just death! Pass the order, the whole army is on alert, and the Mongols are about to arrive!"

At this time, there was a sudden rumbling sound in the sky, only to see countless Mongolian cavalry swarming on horseback, more than 100,000 people clamoring, 100,000 horses galloping, like an earthquake, roaring continuously, and the terrifying faces of the Xiangyang guards were like earth.

A thousand paces away, the cavalry grabbed the reins and lined up on the left and right, when suddenly dozens of cowhide drums thundered loudly, and the soldiers shouted in unison: "Meng Ge! Meng Ge!"

Meng Ge is Chinese New Year's Eve three years old today, and Gui by the sick seedling hugging the thigh mixed military merits, he is a knife and a shot out of his own military exploits, ten years ago, in his early twenties to capture the enemy chieftain, after the death of Tuolei, he inherited the territory of Tuolei, is one of the most relied on generals of the Mongolian Khanate, he is taciturn, not good at drinking and having fun, he only loves to conquer cities and conquer cities in his life, has made countless meritorious contributions, and his prestige in the army is close to Wokotai.

He was followed by a young man of twenty-five or sixteen, with a fat head and big ears, and a dark face, that was his fourth brother Kublai Khan, who destroyed Dali and conquered West Asia, all of which were the work of this person.

Meng Ge raised his saber and shouted among the guards: "Kill! Those who climb the city wall first will be promoted to three ranks, rewarded with 10,000 taels of gold, and a city!"

The guards shouted in unison: "The commander has an order, whoever climbs the city wall first will be promoted to the third level, rewarded with 10,000 taels of gold, and a city!"

The whole army was clamoring, the morale was high, the horn sounded, tens of thousands of people were red-eyed, as if crazy, carrying the ladder to charge Xiangyang, Guo Jing read the military books, knowing that before the army, must not fall into the momentum, he said loudly: "Soldiers, behind you are parents, children, relatives, friends, we have no way to retreat, only to fight a bloody road!"

Wang Jian and his own soldiers shouted: "Kill, kill, kill!"

The east wind blows, the war drums beat, and the blood rains.

Lu Qingdu completely abandoned the subtle moves, only asked for a quick word, he patrolled the city wall, but if he found anyone who climbed the city wall, he immediately made up a sword, and by about noon, nearly 3,000 corpses had been piled up under the city wall.

The Mongolian battalion Mingjin withdrew his troops, and Guo Jing had no intention of pursuing, but just asked Huang Rong to send beggars to help his disciples prepare for the defense of the city and take care of the wounded soldiers.

Lu Wushuang leaned against the women's wall, gnawing on the steamed bun a little absentmindedly, it was dark in front of her, she subconsciously pulled out the lancet on her waist, but was held down by the black shadow on her wrist, she was shocked, but a familiar voice sounded in her ears: "What's wrong with our family Wushuang?

Lu Wushuang withdrew his palm a little stubbornly: "It's nothing, I'm not your family's Wushuang, my uncle is your family." ”

Lu Qingdu grabbed Lu Wushuang's palm strongly, and a trace of internal strength crossed over, the girl's heart warmed, and her face was a little pale, he still cared about me after all, Lu Qingdu said: "Fool, you also see this big battle, whether we can survive or not is unknown, do you still care about this?"

Lu Wushuang was stunned, and then said hurriedly: "We will all survive, right, Brother Lu?"

Lu Qingdu kissed the corner of the girl's mouth: "Then it depends on our family's unequaled usefulness, in a state like yours, I'm afraid it won't last for three days." ”

Lu Wushuang clenched his fists, and his little face was serious: "It won't be like this again, I... ”

Lu Qingdu interrupted: "It's okay, just follow me, you're just a Lori under twenty-eight after all." ”

It was past noon.

Suddenly noisy and shouting in the distance, even crying and scolding a group of refugees, there are thousands of people in the shadows, followed by a group of Mongolian Tatars, holding knives to control the strings, and even beating and scolding to drive them to the city of Xiangyang, the guards on the city wall are at a loss, looking around at a loss, and they don't know what to do, do you release arrows, those are the people of the Great Song Dynasty!

Wang Jian said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, don't you let go of the arrows! Don't you see the Mongolian Tartars following behind you!"

At this moment, some refugees ran slowly, and the Tartar behind him pulled out his knife and cut it, raising his head high, laughing insolently, and the refugees were so frightened that they ran towards Xiangyang City in a hurry.

The Mongolian Tartars took advantage of the situation to blend in with the refugees, Wang Jian's anger jumped like thunder, this time it was good, he didn't have the courage to order the arrows, otherwise even if he won this battle, he would have a reputation for being brutal and unkind, and the position of the deputy general was estimated to be given to Xian.

Suddenly, a loud roar came from behind him: "Lock the city gate, release arrows to this official, and never let a Mongolian Tartar get in!"

Everyone looked back, it turned out to be Lu Wenhuan, the garrison of Xiangyang, he had a straight face and scolded with a big belly: "What are you doing in a daze, if the Mongolian Tartars are mixed in, so that Xiangyang is lost, you will all be killed!" After a pause, he looked at the refugees who were shrinking under the city like quails, and said with disdain: "A bunch of lowly mud legs, no one will care if they die." ”

Wang Jian was helpless, the Song Dynasty used literature to unify the military, not to mention that he was a deputy general, even the main general, and had to obey Lu Wenhuan's orders, he helplessly glanced at the refugees who were like lambs to be slaughtered, crying bitterly, and just raised his hand, a voice sounded like thunder on the ground: "Stop! These are the people of the Great Song Dynasty, who are we working hard to guard Xiangyang for? Aren't these innocent people! Open the door!"

Lu Wenhuan was shocked: "Guo Daxia, you have to think twice, it's not just refugees, but also Tartars mixed in! If Xiangyang is lost, you and I won't have to die!"

Guo Jing's face was gloomy: "Lord Lu, this matter Guo Mou is shouldering, you don't need to say much, open the city gate!"

Put down the drawbridge, the city gate was wide open, the refugees flocked in, and the Tartars took advantage of the situation to mix in, and at this moment, there was a sudden roar in the distance like the sky and the earth cracking, everyone followed the reputation, it turned out to be nearly 10,000 Tartar iron horses, Lu Wenhuan was frightened and his soul was not possessed, he exclaimed: "Quick, close the city gate!"

Guo Jing shouted: "It can't be closed, the refugees haven't all entered the city yet, and they can't be closed!

As he spoke, he stepped a little like a big bird, floating in the air, turning over on the little red horse, lifting a spear, and standing alone behind the refugees, like a god descending from the earth, making people dare not look directly, although it was a little ugly.

All the chivalrous warriors echoed in unison: "Guo Daxia calls each other, go together!"

More and more people gathered behind him, and soon, the Mongolian iron cavalry had already killed in front of him, Guo Jing shouted: "Rush with me!"

Lu Qingdu's feet were light, like a ghost wandering in the Mongolian iron horse, the internal force seemed to be like not wanting money, the palm wind passed everywhere, people turned over on their backs, just in a moment, killed more than 30 people in a row, and the long sword was red.

Suddenly, a spear in the sloping ground came straight in, fast and urgent, Lu Qingdu was startled, and made an iron plate bridge to dodge, and then, with a wave of the long sword, he cut off the leg of the horse under the man's seat, and with a pop, the man fell to the ground, and Lu Qingdu made up a sword.

Picking up the spear, he was a little unlucky, but on the battlefield, the sword was a little difficult, Lu Qingdu waved it, found a horse, turned over and jumped on the horse.

After rushing and killing for a while, seeing that the refugees behind him had entered the city, Guo Jing shouted: "Everyone, enter the city quickly!

Meng Ge watched the fire from a distance, and he said to Kublai Khan beside him: "Such a good opportunity, you must not miss it, you recruited."

Those few martial arts masters, capable people, let them shoot!"

Kublai Khan hurriedly said yes, explained the invitation of his own soldiers, and after half a cup of tea, four strangely dressed and strange-shaped people stepped forward to salute, and then an eight-foot-tall man said humbly: "Colleagues, Guo Jing's life will be handed over to me!"

As he spoke, his footsteps flew like flying, and he ran towards Xiangyang City, and the three people behind him scolded the cunning in unison, and then they were not willing to lag behind.

Lu Qingdu waved his spear, and a thousand commanders vomited blood again and again, and when he looked behind him, only Guo Jing was left, and there was a short copper-bearded man who was guarding the pontoon bridge, Guo Jing relied on the eighteen palms of the dragon to control the wind fiercely, forcing a group of iron horsemen to not get close, he shouted: "Go, enter the city quickly!"

A loud shout from afar: "Haha, it's late! Guo Jing, eat a stick from a certain family!"

The iron horse suddenly dispersed to both sides, a man with a height of eight feet, a white scarf wrapped around his head jumped high, with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top, the cooked copper stick in his hand, smashed his head, Guo Jing added a careful heart, raised a gun to block, the tiger's mouth was sore, the little red horse under the seat screamed, the four hooves trembled, he was shocked in his heart, this man has great strength.

Lu Qingdu nodded, stabbed with a spear, cut off a few Tartars in front of him, looked at the man, and said softly: "Guo Daxia is careful, this is Ma Guangzuo who is returning to Xinjiang, and he has no other ability, but he has great strength." ”

Ma Guangzuoqi said: "How do you know a certain family? Could it be that the fame of a certain family has spread to the Central Plains, hahahaha, don't fight, don't fight." ”

A sinister voice sounded behind him: "Idiot, don't do it quickly!"

(To be continued.) )