Become a Villain Loli

In July of the sixth year of Baoyou in the Southern Song Dynasty.

In the past few decades, Mongolia has marched westward to the Danube River, occupied Lake Baikal in the north, occupied the Principality of Kievan Rus, and destroyed the Jin Kingdom and Western Xia in the south. On the entire Eurasian continental plate, only the Southern Song Dynasty became the last of the grassland empire. enemy.

At this time, the Mongolian Khan Meng Ge personally conquered the Southern Song Dynasty, commanding 40,000 troops and an army of 100,000. From the Liupan Mountain area, he attacked the land of Bashu in three routes. The intention is to join forces with his brother Kublai Khan's East Road army in Ezhou after stepping on the land of Bashu, and then they will go straight to Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, to unify the Central Plains.

The power of Mongolian iron cavalry has already broken through mountains and rivers. Even the land of Bashu, which occupies the dangerous geographical position, is still driven straight by him. Wherever he goes, the city is destroyed, the blood is drifting, and the blood and energy will not disperse around the city for three months.

There are those who fall upon hearing the wind, and there are those who resist desperately.

In November of the same year, the Mongolian army met Zhang Shi, the commander of the Song capital, and the 30,000 troops led by Zhixu Prefecture in Bashu Mahu River to intercept, but they were defeated by the Mongolian army in one fell swoop, and Zhang Shi, the veteran general of the Song army, was captured.

After capturing 200 ships, the Mongolian army diverted eastward, following the south bank of the Great River, advancing by water and land, successfully blocking the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, and the Song army's reinforcement strategy was broken.

Lizong of the Southern Song Dynasty was frightened and angry at the battle, and he was furious in the court hall: 'There are policemen in Shu, all because Ma Hujiang cannot be equipped, and even if they smuggle it, there are sentries in the north and south of the river today, so they pay a lot of money. ’

But no matter how the temples care about, the Mongolian army has entered no man's land. By December of the same year, it had captured most of the prefectures and counties in the west and north of Shu.

The land of Bashu, Wusheng County.

December is already the beginning of winter, and this year's winter is a bit colder than in previous years, but it's not as cold as people's hearts at this time.

The originally prosperous county town was now chilling. The sturdy city walls were also in tatters. The outside of the moat was filled with corpses, and the water source was heavily polluted, emitting a stench and the smell of disease.

But no one has been able to clean it up, because the city is already full of sorrow and precariousness.

Three kilometers away from Wusheng County, is the place where the Mongolian army is stationed. In the golden tent, Mongolian Khan Mengge sits upright, surrounded by fierce generals like clouds and literati like weaving.

But whether it was a tall and burly general, or a scribe with a feather fan and lunji, they were all respectful and did not dare to say a word in front of the big sweat.

Brother Meng is a burly middle-aged man, wearing a Mongolian-style shirt, his eyes are like eagles and falcons, and he has the appearance of dragons and tigers. Ordinary people dare not look at him.

"Khan, in another day, Wusheng County will be smashed by the army, and then it can attack Hezhou in one fell swoop. At that time, it can go straight into the hinterland of Bashu, and the Song army will no longer be able to resist."

At this time, the scribe who was slightly closer to Meng Ge stepped forward and spoke up.

This scribe looks about thirty years old on the outside, with a handsome face and a fresh air around him. At first glance, he is very ordinary, but in front of Meng Ge Khan, he bowed his head respectfully.

He was originally from the Song Dynasty in his early years, and he followed his master to the grasslands more than ten years ago. Because of his ability to follow the dragon and good at the art of war, he has a high position in the golden tent.

There are many people like him in the Mongolian army.

To the scribe's words, Mengge Khan just nodded slightly and didn't say anything, just glanced at the subordinates next to him, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Wu Sheng is no better than a small county, it is not worth mentioning at all, but it is the county seat. The defending general is still a figure, and he can resist until this point."

"The Great Khan has a heart of love for talent, but Wusheng, the magistrate of the county, doesn't know what is good or bad, so he just goes against the sky. After the city is broken, he will destroy his nine clans, prostitute his wife and daughter, and hang his body at the entrance of the city as an example."

A young Taoist priest who was standing a little further suddenly opened his mouth. He smiled lowly, his voice full of ruthlessness and cruelty.

The Mongolians in the golden tent didn't react much to his words, and the other Song people who took refuge in the eyes flashed a bit of unbearableness, but then their faces became expressionless.

As it should be!

Those people who took refuge in the grasslands, no matter what their original identity and conduct were, in the eyes of those Song people, they had already become big treacherous people. But the black dragons of the grasslands swept the earth, and it was destiny. Those short-sighted and stupid people, who violated the vast destiny, were like ants letting fish and meat.

The Mongolian general next to him took a step forward at this time and said: "Khan, the magistrate of Wusheng County is just a mortal, with some military tactics, and dozens of swordsmen can easily kill him. The real thing to pay attention to is the big demon who helped Wusheng County. ..."

"The Great Khan is the real Son of the Dragon. Under the dragon's energy, let alone demons, even a few True Monarchs on Wudang Mountain can only die on the spot if they try to interfere with the battle."

The previous scribe said, he thought the general was too vigilant.

Ordinary people can't see it, but the scene reflected in Mengge Khan's eyes is not a pure body of flesh and blood, but a black dragon with fangs and claws.

Every time the black dragon vomits, it carries a large amount of blood and undead. Anyone who resists cannot escape the slaughter of the black dragon. Under this kind of prestige of heaven and earth, no matter how high the Taoism is and how strong the force is, they can only be convinced by this. .

This kind of real dragon and emperor is already invincible, and anyone who is wrong will be attacked by heaven and earth.

What about a mere big demon?

"It sounds nice, that snake demon clearly has a secret method of avoiding and escaping, and it has already killed a lot of my soldiers. You have taken many shots, but you have never taken it down!"

The general frowned and retorted.

The scribe's eyes flashed, a little displeased: "It's not that the monster has...!"

"Okay!" Seeing several subordinates arguing, Mengge Khan looked impatient and patted the table: "First break Wusheng County, and then talk about the monster. Ben Khan doesn't care about the monster. Dare to confront the army directly, and those who hide their heads and show their tails are nothing to worry about."

"Yes."

The generals and scribes present immediately silenced and responded.

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Xu Xianxian was standing beside a broken city wall~www.wuxiaspot.com~ listening to the sound of fighting outside the city, her expression couldn't help being a little stunned. There were a large number of wounded not far away from her. For a while, the sorrow was everywhere, and the desolate situation was like hell. .

"Is this an illusion or a dream?"

After the girl looked around for a long time, she couldn't help but reached out and touched the city wall next to her. The real touch made her breathing quicker.

Xu Xianxian was full of shock and curiosity. She remembered that she just touched the black dragon stone tablet. How did the scene change like this?

"Could this be the depths of the demon mausoleum?" Xu Xianxian carefully sensed the surrounding situation, but her expression became more and more solemn: "No... This is the projection of history, what exactly does the Black Dragon Stele want me to see? "

She is not transmigrated, nor is she pulled into a dream, this place is not real, but it is not entirely illusory, but a historical projection sealed in the black dragon stone tablet, which is somewhat similar to the soul game when the ancient evil dragon was suppressed.

Just when she was about to check her own situation, a cold call came from behind her: "Xian'er! There are still wounded here who need treatment, what are you doing in a daze!"