Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

Song Yuanqiao is dead?

When they heard this, everyone present looked at each other, feeling a little unbelievable. Song Yuanqiao was the acting head of Wudang Mountain. Not only was he powerful, but he also had the secret treasure of Wudang Mountain. How could he die like this?

His death was so mysterious that even his disciples didn't know how he died.

Why does this thing sound so weird?

However, even if this matter is full of weirdness, it cannot be solved by random thinking at the moment.

After chatting for a few more words, the convoy, led by the imperial army cavalry composed of Wudang Mountain disciples, headed towards Xiangyang City. The closer it got to Xiangyang City, the more desolate it became and could no longer be seen. There was no human presence, and only the blood and bones of corpses piled densely on the ground showed that countless battles had broken out along the way.

Although the Mongolian cavalry regarded the Xiangyang defense line as nothing.

However, with the participation of a large number of people from all walks of life, today's imperial troops can also confront the Mongols head-on, and on some small battlefields, they can form a unilateral crushing. This makes it possible for only ten people to defeat them. The Mongols, who could form a reconnaissance team with several people, had to gather their strength and form a cavalry team of at least 80 people before they dared to enter the hinterland of the Central Plains for reconnaissance.

Even so, they were often encircled and suppressed by the allied forces of the Jianghu and the imperial court on the Mongolian grasslands. The Song people were the targets of the encirclement and suppression, but in the hinterland of the Song Dynasty, the Mongols naturally became The object of siege.

In fact, for a short period of time.

The Mongols lost tens of thousands of elite soldiers.

This was a very big loss for the Mongols.

But the strange thing is that the Mongols continue to send people to die, as if the Mongols are like weeds on the grassland and can never be killed.

As we approached the Xiangyang area, the temperature of the air began to slowly drop.

Although it no longer rains heavily in the sky, the climate is getting colder and colder.

Only then did everyone remember that winter was about to begin. However, the climate this year was really strange. In previous years, there was already heavy snowfall, but this year not even a drop of snowflakes fell, and the temperature was also very high. .It’s like winter has passed.

Wu Gong opened the curtains and looked towards the city gate not far away.

The towering city wall of Xiangyang City is like a lion lying on the ground. Although it does not open its big mouth full of sharp teeth, when the shooting holes are grouped together, they look like pairs of black eyes. Generally, they stare closely in all directions, eagerly guarding against the approach of any intruder.

However, compared to the city wall, the heads hanging on the city wall are more eye-catching.

The heads are continuously dripping with blood. Some heads have been dried into mummies, while more heads are still full of vitality. Some heads have been shaved bald, and there is no trace of blood at all. There was no way to tie him to the city wall with his hair, so he could only use a net bag to tie him to the city wall.

The strong wind blew, and these heads kept shaking and banging.

The popping sound can be heard clearly from several miles away. In addition to making people feel creepy, it does not seem to have any more deterrent effect. Of course, this is most likely because all these heads are It's because of the Mongols' heads that it may only serve as a deterrent to the Mongols.

"All these heads have been pickled with lime. If the corpse is left for a long time, it will develop diseases. However, the brains soaked in slaked lime water will not develop diseases, and will slowly shrink under the sunlight. After shrinking to the size of a fist." The Poison Hand Medicine King shook his head and looked at the city wall not far away, "I didn't expect that this method, which was originally a Mongolian technique, was actually learned and became a way to frighten the Mongols. With his reputation, Tao, treat the person's body. This reminds me of the Murong family in Jiangnan."

"The Murong family!" Wu Gong curled his lips and said with some disdain: "If the Murong family has a chance in the future, sooner or later I will crush them."

The Poison Hand Medicine King was stunned and said in a strange tone: "Why, the Murong family has a grudge against you."

Wu Gong snorted coldly and said, "Based on what you said, do you still have some connection with the Murong family? Old guy, I advise you to put these connections aside, otherwise I won't mind killing you together."

The Poison Hand Medicine King shook his head and said: "It's not that there is any big connection. It's just that in my early years, I received some favors from the previous generation of the Murong family. You know me. I've always been a person of kindness. , I will repay you with a spring of water, that's why I said this, but since you said you have any grudge against the Murong family, then I don't think you need to keep this small favor in mind."

Wu Gong rolled his eyes.

This old guy looks very slick, but in fact, if you believe his lies, you may be eaten by him without leaving any bones or dregs.

"Whoosh!"

A long arrow was shot from a very far away place.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air before the long arrow had time to get closer attracted everyone's attention. The flying speed of this long sword was really too slow, but judging from its angle and parabola, it should be coming from an extremely far away city wall. Flying from above.

How much strength it takes to draw a bow and shoot an arrow over a distance of dozens of miles!

Li Mochou waved the floating dust in his hand and rolled up the long arrow in his hand.

There was a piece of paper tied to the tail of the long arrow, which was densely written with words. After untying it and reading it, I found that it was actually a warning letter, that is, all unregistered carriages must use their weapons if they want to approach. Put it on the roof of the car. If it is discovered that the weapon is not placed on the roof of the car or someone is still carrying a weapon, no matter who it is, as long as they approach Xiangyang City, they will immediately be shot by thousands of arrows.

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt something was strange.

Ever since the Mongol army invaded the territory. After the southern court started an open war with the State of Wu, the entire Central Plains of the Song Dynasty became a mess. Not to mention martial arts people, even teenagers who are not as tall as a wheel will wear a sword on their waist for self-defense.

Although there are heroes in these troubled times, there are also robbers.

If you don't have a weapon with you, you will die without a burial. But now if you want to enter Xiangyang City, you can't bring weapons. Is this a bit too cautious?

However, although everyone felt that there was something unexpected, they did not show too much dissatisfaction. After everyone placed their weapons on the roof of the car, they continued to drive the carriage forward.

After getting closer to Xiangyang City, there were gradually more and more people on the road.

Most of them are sergeants wearing iron armor. Of course, it is not difficult to see from the movements and demeanor of those people that they should be disciples of various sects and have only temporarily joined the army of the Song Dynasty.

However, when they put on uniform armor, they really looked like that. Especially those who practiced martial arts, they were more energetic and more qualified than the real officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty. soldiers.