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Chapter 199 Preparations before the war
The army of the Great Song Dynasty that can go into battle is only about 10. After adding these martial arts troops, it is estimated that it can be [-] to [-]. Not a match for a Mongol warrior.

After all, they grew up eating beef and mutton and drinking horse milk and goat milk. Their way of playing since childhood was archery and horseback riding, and their physical fitness was definitely better than Song people in all aspects.

Chen Zi'ang decided that it would be better to boost his morale before leaving. He walked out of the inn and easily jumped to the roof of a house. Seeing this, the sharp-eyed divine sculpture flew towards him.

Chen Zi'ang's right foot pointed to the ground, jumped like a spring, and landed firmly on the back of the divine eagle.

Above the sky, the whole Xiangyang was in a panoramic view. At this moment, Chen Ziang had a feeling of being extremely cold.

With his inner strength, he will shout, "Brothers in martial arts, heroes in all corners of the country, listen to me"

The voice mixed with internal force spread throughout Xiangyang City, "Mongolian war horses are about to reach the frontier of my Song Dynasty, and the mountains of the Song Dynasty are in danger!"

People were terrified by what he said in their hearts, and looked up at him at a loss.

"As the so-called state and state, there is a state first and then a family. What if the state is not at home? At this moment, the Great Song Dynasty needs us, and we stand up! Our name will be passed down by future generations and praised by future generations. This battle will definitely make Mongolia Knowing the background of my Central Plains martial arts, we will let them go back and forth!" Chen Ziang was impassioned, and the people below listened with enthusiasm.

"To expel the Tartars, defend the Song Dynasty!!"

"Expel the humiliation, Wei Wu Da Song!!"

I don't know who shouted such a slogan, and everyone shouted along, but everyone in the Song Dynasty who heard it felt that their blood was pouring out of their chests, and they wanted to take up arms and fight.

The officers and soldiers defending the city listened to this uniform cry, and they also raised their heads and became more confident in their hearts.

After speaking, Chen Zi'ang jumped down onto the roof, and in three or two steps went to the street and landed next to Guo Jing.

"The leader of the alliance said that I want to fight Mongolia to the death immediately," Guo Jing said excitedly.

Huang Rong, who was on the side, nodded. In her opinion, Chen Ziang's remarks were indeed very successful. It greatly boosted the morale of the people. When the two armies fought, the outcome was often determined by morale. When morale was high, the soldiers fought bravely to kill the enemy.

When the morale is low, the soldiers are absent-minded, and they already have the intention to retreat before the battle. How can such an army win the opponent.

"Every man has blood, but some people are easily provoked, and some people bury this blood in their hearts," Chen Ziang explained.

"Actually, it's not just you, many friends also have this impulse."

"Who?"

"An old monk with a bare head, a middle-aged man with thick calluses on both palms, and a lame man with a cane," Chen Ziang said with a smile. He didn't expect that these people would actually lend a helping hand at this time.

"The one with calloused hands must have been practicing extremely tyrannical palm kung fu all the year round. Could it be that Qiu Qianren, who is known as the iron palm floating on the water?" Guo Jing asked in shock. Qiu Qianren's iron palm gang at the Hero Conference was not present, and he thought he would not get involved in this One thing, I didn't expect him to come.

"It should be him. Since he is here, his disciples must be coming one after another, and maybe he has already arrived in Xiangyang City." Chen Ziang agreed with Guo Jing.

Qiu Qianren is not only amazing in martial arts, but also extremely talented. In the past few years, he has reorganized the original small gang to become prosperous. Since the battle of "Iron Palm to Defeat Hengshan" brought the Hengshan faction to a standstill, the name of the iron palm has floated on the water. Shake the rivers and lakes.

"That lame man should be the head of the Seven Monsters in the South of the Yangtze River: the Flying Bat Ke Zhan Evil," Guo Jing analyzed.

"That monk is the strongest among the three, right?" Chen Ziang looked at Guo Jing, and the two smiled knowingly.

"Those two don't want to show their identities, so don't force him, but we really want to invite him to this old monk, otherwise I'm afraid we will neglect him." Chen Ziang appeared in a street after a few jumps. On the street, there is a century-old tree in a rich man's house next to the street, and an old monk sits above the old tree.

The old monk turned his head to look at the branch on the side, and a handsome man was standing on it.

"Amitabha"

"Master Yideng, please go to the inn with me to rest, or I'm afraid the world will laugh at me and neglect the hero," Chen Ziang said with a light smile.

This monk is the Southern Emperor, Duan Zhixing, who was called one of the five unique qualities by Zhou Botong, Hong Qigong and others.
He is a descendant of Duan Yu in the middle of Tianlong Babu, with one hand and one yang finger kung fu forming his own school, and his martial arts cultivation has reached the pinnacle.

"Thank you for your kindness, but monks like quietness," Duan Zhixing said in a Buddhist ritual.

"Okay, since the master likes quietness, I won't bother you anymore." Since the words have been brought to you, but people don't want it, then Chen Ziang has no choice, and he returned to Guo Jing's side again.

"Why didn't you invite the master?" Guo Jing asked.

"Master is reluctant to come, I guess he wants to wait until the fight begins," Chen Ziang said.

"I don't know where the hidden people under the Alliance Leader are? Why haven't I seen a few?" Guo Jing asked suspiciously.

"They? They are everywhere" Chen Ziang clapped his hands.

Many ordinary people nearby took out their weapons, and their faces changed from calm to murderous.

Guo Jing was taken aback. Some of these people were ordinary people in disguise that he could sense, but some of them were so similar that he didn't even notice them.

"I won't use the hidden currents as ordinary soldiers, but as swords and daggers. Just kill those small leaders and low-level leaders in the opponent's army," Chen Zi'ang explained to Guo Jing.

Suddenly, a figure swept behind Chen Ziang from not far away, and said, "Master"

Just listening to this voice, Chen Ziang knew that the person who came was Yingyi, and everything about Yingyi was given to him by Chen Ziang, whether it was the martial arts, rights, or even the name.

After establishing Shadow Stream, Chen Zi'ang wanted to choose a bright leader among so many people, so he let them compete, as long as it didn't hurt his life.

In the end, Ying Yi stood out among these thousands of people. Among these people, he was not the strongest, but he was the one with the strongest will. In that battle, his eyebrows were also left with a hole because he hit a stone.

"In the battle later, your main task is not to kill the enemy, but to stay by her side and not let her be hurt by the enemy." Chen Ziang pointed to the little dragon girl beside him.

"I can protect myself," Xiao Longnv said with some dissatisfaction, feeling that she was being despised.

"I didn't underestimate you, but it's really not like you were in an accident. Who knows if Mongolia will have other hidden masters besides King Jinlun," Chen Ziang explained.

"Ying Yi, do you know what to do?"

"My subordinates will die, and I won't let the hostess damage a single hair!"

(End of this chapter)