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.................................... I am the dividing line of purity.......................................... The Mongolian army marched south, stirring up the world.

The brazen determination of the Power Gang added fuel to the fire.

Subsequently, a series of actions of the Power Gang attracted the attention of the whole world.

The nearest city to where the Mongolian camp was stationed was Xiangyang.

The city of Xiangyang was broken, and the Mongolian army commander ~ drove ~ straight ~ in, and the Song Dynasty had no natural danger to stop the Mongolian army, and it was the real danger at that time.

Some people abandoned their wives and children and fled Xiangyang.

Someone called friends and went straight to Xiangyang.

All living beings are in different forms.

And the Power Gang, which has developed to the present, has about 50,000 people.

In the battle just past, 10,000 members of the Power Gang were killed, and the remaining 20,000 people who participated in the battle were almost all wounded.

So now, the real combat strength of the Power Gang is only 20,000.

For the Jianghu sects in the world, this is already a powerful enough force.

Even the Quanzhen Sect, which claimed to have 80,000 disciples, could only bow down in front of the 20,000 power gangs.

The 50,000 disciples of the Power Gang are completely different from the 80,000 disciples of the Quanzhen Sect.

The Quanzhen Sect claims to have 80,000 disciples, but a small Huo Du can run rampant and fight in Chongyang Palace.

The Power Gang only has 50,000 disciples, but behind these 50,000 disciples are the heads of 50,000 Mongolian soldiers.

In the past few years, the biggest casualties in Mongolia have been the power gangs.

In a large-scale head-to-head duel, the disciples of the Power Gang were indeed no match for the Mongol soldiers.

But in close combat, the disciples of the Power Gang are not left behind, and they still have a great advantage.

The rivers and lakes are a place of killing, and the disciples of the rivers and lakes are naturally powerless in the face of the army, but in the face of the lone Mongolian soldiers, it is the other party who is powerless.

This time, the Mongols marched south in an attempt to level the Song Dynasty in one fell swoop, but they did not mean to uproot the power gang.

For Mongolia, the power gang is a disease of scabies, and it will not break the bones.

But being provoked from time to time is really a very irritating thing.

But the power gang is not an ordinary force that can be eliminated, even Mongolia, must be crushed with a dignified momentum.

In the face of the power gang that has always been tough, give Huo Du a hundred guts, and he will not dare to trespass on the helm of the power gang.

But now, the helm of the Power Gang is empty.

The remaining 40,000 disciples of the Power Gang, unless they are really seriously injured and difficult to act, the rest are rushing to Xiangyang day and night.

Everyone knows that they are on their way to the next big battle.

People say that the disciples of the rivers and lakes are old, but these disciples of the rivers and lakes want to squander their blood on the battlefield.

This time, there is no return date.

No wins.

They have never been the masters of this country, and they cannot control the fate of this land.

The true masters of the country are still silent, and the most powerful places in the land are still weighing.

But they have already made their choice.

Some fights, not for others, but for themselves.

There are some choices, not that you should do it, but that you have to do it.

How many people who speak generously on weekdays have begun to say nothing in the face of the current situation.

How many people who are freshly dressed and angry on weekdays, in the face of the current situation, began to close their doors.

They didn't know that the people in the corner, those very inconspicuous existences, who they looked down on on weekdays, silently embarked on the road to Xiangyang.

The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the cold withers after seeing it.

Some people have only one mouth and nothing else.

Some people don't have anything, what they have is just a persistence in their hearts.

Shaoxing Mansion, in a blacksmith shop.

A customer asked strangely, "Master Zhou, where are you going?"

In troubled times, he also wanted to buy some swords to defend himself, but the blacksmith's movements made him strange.

Because the blacksmith was sorting things out, and he looked like he was going out of the house.

Blacksmith Zhou was no longer young, he smiled at this customer and said, "Xiangyang." ”

"Huh?"

The customer screamed, then stopped.

He saw a waist tag on Blacksmith Zhou's waist.

It was engraved with a clenched fist.

The customer gave Blacksmith Zhou a deep salute and turned to leave.

Jiankang Mansion, outside the gate of Wang's mansion, a coarse cloth young man, looking hesitant, walked back and forth.

Jiankang Wang's family is one of the wealthy families in Jiankang.

And the coarse cloth boy, although his clothes are very clean, has been washed white.

No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like someone who can have anything to do with the Wang family.

The young man hesitated for a while, and when the sun was setting, he suddenly stomped his foot, turned around and left.

"Are you just going to go?"

A slightly choked voice came from behind him.

The boy turned his head and saw the shadow of him haunting his dreams.

"I've come to bid you farewell. ”

The boy bowed his head, not daring to look into the girl's eyes.

"Where are you going?"

The girl was stunned and asked in disbelief.

"Xiangyang. ”

Juvenile Road.

"Xiangyang, you go to Xiangyang, what are you going to do in Xiangyang?

The girl's voice suddenly rose high.

The boy finally looked up.

"I never told you that I was a member of the Power Gang. ”

The boy looked directly at the girl and said word by word.

The girl covered her mouth, but the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

The eldest lady of the Jiankang Wang clan naturally would not have heard of the name of the Power Gang.

"The disciples of the Power Gang are all over the world, and the gang never forces the gang to stay at the helm. I wanted to make a career in Jiankang and then propose to your father. However, the helper gave an order, and everyone was rushing to Xiangyang. ”

"I can't back down, I can't back down. ”

The boy's tone became more and more determined.

"Even if it's for me?"

The girl asked.

There was a long silence.

"I'm sorry. ”

The boy turned around and parted.

"My dad is going to marry me. ”

The girl cried loudly.

The young man's body froze, and then said, "Congratulations." ”

After saying this, he turned and left.

He didn't want the girl to see his tearful face.

The girl covered her lips with her hands.

She didn't tell the teenager that she was forced to die, and that her father had just agreed to marry the two.

Gangneung Mansion, Hsieh's Medical Center.

This is a very inconspicuous medical center in Gangneung Province.

The owner of the medical hall, Dr. Xie, looked at a letter expressionlessly, but his hands were shaking more and more.

The content of the letter is very simple: Father, I am a disciple of the Power Gang, and I have gone to Xiangyang.

You take care of yourself, your son is not filial, come back and be filial under your knees.

In this life, Dr. Xie lost his wife in middle age, and for many years, he has been dependent on his son.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he burst out laughing.

He put down the letter in his hand and took out a waist card from his bosom.

On the waist card, a clenched fist is engraved.

This is happening everywhere in the world.

They are so ordinary, looking at the world, they don't even have a sense of existence.

But the power gang at this moment is the real king of the world.