After Dr. Li entered the room, he re-aligned the dislocated bone of Lu Wushuang's left foot, and applied the black jade intermittent ointment handed over by Yang Guo to the injured area, and finally tied a splint to fix it, and the process of bone grafting was completed.

Yang Guo gave Dr. Li another ingot of silver and said, "Thank you very much for troublesome Dr. Li this time!"

Doctor Li was not polite, stretched out his hand to take the silver, but still shook his head and said: "I have been practicing medicine for many years, and I have never heard of a broken bone and reconnection. ”

"Even if something happens in the future, it has nothing to do with Dr. Li. Yang Guo said a word, and then said: "I have prepared a banquet, please Dr. Li to move to the guest hall." ”

After the meal, it was already dark, so Dr. Li stayed overnight, and on the second day, Yang Guo sent him outside the city of Xiangyang.

This time, Guo Jing did not open the city gate again, but directly pulled Dr. Li up the city wall with a hanging basket.

After Yang Guo thanked Guo Jing, he turned back.

Halfway through, he suddenly felt the ground tremble, and he couldn't help but look up.

And where the heavens and the earth met, the smoke and dust rolled up, like a tidal wave, rolling straight to this side.

"The Mongolian army has begun to attack the city!" Yang Guo flashed this thought in his heart, so he avoided the main road and hid away to see.

After a few more moments, the vanguard horse team of the Mongolian army had already approached.

These vanguard Mongol soldiers did not come to attack the city, but first cleared the obstacles for the army behind, and after finding out the information, they passed it on to Kublai Khan.

After a large number of horse teams passed, Yang Guo appeared and continued along the path.

A few miles later, a dense Mongol army appeared on the road ahead.

At the forefront of the army were groups of samurai on horseback, but the horses they rode had ropes tied to their horses. And above the rope, there are Han people whose hands are tied.

Whenever the city is attacked, the Mongolian people must first sacrifice the Han people, which is also the practice of the Mongolian army to attack the city.

Yang Guo glanced at it and estimated that there were thousands of Han people who had been arrested.

At this time, they were men, women, young and old, all of whom were unclothed. Skinny, dragged by ropes, frightened, sluggish, despairing, numbness, and so on in his eyes, but there was no hatred.

From time to time, the samurai on horseback deliberately increased their speed, forcing the entire rope of the people to run with it. Some of them couldn't catch up, so they fell down and were dragged all the way to the ground, and after a while, they were covered in blood, and some even hit the stones directly, and their skulls shattered and died.

Yang Guo'er listened to the rampant laughter on one side and the painful wail on the other, and saw the viciousness of the Mongolian army and the helpless killing of the Han people, although his heart was full of anger against the Mongolian army. But there is a deep sense of sadness.

The decline of the Song court is due to the general trend of history. Just as there are four seasons in a year, there are also changes in dynasties, and this process cannot be stopped by any small individual force.

Although his martial arts are high, it is difficult to shake the power of the tens of thousands of troops in front of him. I can only watch the tragic scene happen like this.

Don't say it's him, even Guo Jing is here, and he can't save the lives of these thousands of captured people.

"The Mongolian people are hateful, but the most hateful thing is the Song people themselves, whose roots are rotten. What's the point of saving some branches and leaves?"

"At this time, the Song court has already lost the hearts of the people, and the most correct thing for Uncle Guo should be to directly kill the officials and rebel, establish his own forces, and then slowly plot, what can he do just to stick to a city?

"It's a pity that people who have this idea are incapable, and although Uncle Guo has many advantages and conditions, he will never do this, in vain?"

Yang Guo calmed down for a moment, then turned his head again and continued on his way.

When Kublai Khan's royal banner passed by, he couldn't help but take a second look, wondering in his heart whether the Golden Wheel National Master and Nemo Xing and others were among them.

"If you are not here, can you steal the Wang Qi again?" Yang Guo thought about it, then shook his head again, and said secretly: "This is not the right way in the end, it is difficult to cause any losses to the Mongolian army, so don't do it." ”

"Protect the prince!"

"Catch the assassin!"

After a shouting sound came, Yang Guo couldn't help but look over there in amazement.

He saw a man dancing two long fire sticks in his hand at a distance of a hundred feet from the king's banner, and he rode inward, and all the Mongolian soldiers who approached around him were swept off his horse by that man.

"This man will not be able to rush to Kublai Khan's approach. Yang Guo couldn't help but shake his head, and immediately flew towards the Mongolian army.

The courage and blood of the previous Han people had been lost, and it was not worth his risk to save, but this person dared to go deep into the army alone to assassinate, no matter what, he had to save it.

After the man with the fire stick had rushed out more than ten feet, the horse under his crotch was pierced through the belly of the horse by a spear, and had to fall to the ground.

Without the impact of the horses, it was difficult for the fire sticks to sweep the surrounding Mongol soldiers, and they were soon held up by seven or eight Mongol warriors with spears.

In this way, the man was empty, and he had to rely on his dexterity to snatch a spear and continue to rush inward.

Yang Guo knew that the man would not last long, so he did not retain his strength, stepped on the heads and shoulders of the warriors, and hurried all the way over.

In the meantime, countless spears pierced his chest, legs and feet, and he used his long sword to pull away, and although there were many soldiers, they could not hurt him in the slightest.

This does not mean that Yang Guo has the strength to fight against the Mongolian army, the Mongolian soldiers are helpless against him, but he does not dare to stop and kill the Mongolian soldiers.

Because once he does this, he will lose his speed advantage, and will be surrounded by more and more Mongolian soldiers, and he will be caught in the middle of a fight.

The reason why Yang Guo dared to break into the army was because the Mongolian army was on the march, and the soldiers were dense, and the bows and arrows were useless.

He seemed to be confronting an army, but in fact, at every moment, there were only seven or eight people who could attack him. And among these seven or eight people, there are even fewer who can hurt him with spears.

However, this situation is only temporary, and after the Mongolian army reacts and clears the field, he will be killed by random arrows.

Halfway through the journey, Yang saw that the assassin had been stabbed in the left shoulder with a spear, and blood splattered immediately.

He was worried that the Assassin would not be able to wait for him to arrive, but when he saw the Assassin yell, he drew his spear with his right hand.

Then the assassin thudged his spear into the ground with a thud, gripped the spear with both hands, and flew up from the ground, knocking down all the surrounding soldiers like a whirlwind. (To be continued.) )