[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

The fifth day of the Mongolian army's siege of Xiangyang.

The sound of the horn echoed on the battlefield, and the Mongolian army, which had been on the offensive, receded like a tide, leaving a little respite for the exhausted Song army.

Gunpowder smoke filled the city tower, and there was a pungent bloody smell and an unpleasant smell of coke everywhere. Although the flag with the word Lu was blown by the wind, it was broken, but it stood firm in the air.

The Song people guarding the city, whether they are martial arts figures or soldiers, are rarely dishonest. Everyone's expression is empty, numb, and full of decay.

The continuous casualties in these few days and the fierce and cruel war made them physically and mentally exhausted. No one knew that they could last for a few more days, even Guo Jing, who was in command of this battle, didn't know.

Although over half a hundred years old, the still charming woman wiped away the blood from the corners of his eyes with distressed expression, then quickly took out two pieces of cooking cakes from her bosom, and said, "You haven't eaten for a day, hurry up!" Eat something."

Guo Jing held the two cakes and asked, "Where are the others? Have you eaten?"

Huang Rong sighed, and said helplessly, "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements."

Guo Jing nodded blankly, just took a bite, and asked quickly: "Where are those wounded soldiers? How are they? Are they all okay?"

He frowned tightly, and the more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He simply supported the wall and struggled to get up, "No! I have to go and see!"

"Brother Jing! Brother Jing!" Huang Rong's eyes turned red seeing her husband looking so anxious and powerless. Something will happen."

Guo Jing fell silent, and he sighed after a long time, "How could I not be worried..."

Huang Rong's heart ached, and she almost shed tears.

As his wife, she knew how much pressure this man had been under since the Mongolian army besieged the city fiercely. She wanted to relieve her, but for the first time, she, who was always eloquent, felt that she didn't know what to say.

At this moment, a person who kept looking this way caught her attention.

Huang Rong wiped her face, waved to the man, and said, "Mr. Xiaobai, is there something wrong?"

Guo Jing was also instantly pulled back from his thoughts by the shout, and the couple watched the disheveled young man slowly approaching.

Although Lu Xiufu looked weak and not well-known, but gold shines everywhere. In just a few days, Huang Rong fell in love with him and recommended him to Guo Jing to take up an important role.

He cupped his hands, bowed to the two of them, and then cut straight to the point: "Nine people died in the western city, 230 people were seriously injured, and they lost their combat effectiveness. They must be dispatched."

Guo Jing pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I see, I will send another 100 people to the west city."

Lu Xiufu frowned, and said with some hesitation: "Hero Guo, the Mongols who attacked Xicheng had bed crossbows and trebuchets. Our army suffered a lot of casualties. 100 people may be an urgent need."

Guo Jing smiled wryly, "I'm sorry, I can only draw out this few people. The Mongolian main force is here, and I must leave some reinforcements to support at any time." Then, he suddenly bent down and made a big salute, "Although the Mongols are temporarily It has faded away, but I am afraid that the offensive will be more fierce in the future, I have no time to take care of the west city, and I can only entrust everything there to the master."

Lu Xiufu quickly helped him up, then took a deep breath, and said firmly, "Don't worry, Mr. Guo, I will definitely do my best!"

After speaking, he turned around and went down the tower, his gray sleeves fluttering in the wind, and disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.

The corners of Guo Jing's lips were bitter, he sighed, "I made things difficult for him."

The other party was just a young man, not much older than his youngest son, yet he had to bear such a heavy responsibility.

Huang Rong shook his hand and said, "Although Xiaobai is young, he is very intelligent. You have to trust him, he will never let you down."

Guo Jing didn't speak. He slowly turned his eyes to the outside of the city. There were corpses everywhere, including Mongols and Song people. The broken flags were flying in the wind, and occasionally one or two crows flapped their wings and landed on it... …

Yan Jingbai stepped over the people who were sitting or lying on the ground step by step. Some of these people were injured, some were intact, but without exception, they all looked tired and covered with blood.

Yan Jingbai's steps were firm, but his heart gradually cooled down. The morale of the Song army was low, and he might not be able to last much longer.

"In this situation, do you still think Song Jun can win?" Shi Zhixuan said lightly.

Yan Jingbai didn't answer, but the fluctuations in his heart clearly told the other party that he was firm in this battle.

Shi Zhixuan was silent for a moment, and sighed: "I really don't know where your confidence comes from. Compared with the Mongols, the Song Army does not have any advantage."

After a pause, he suddenly said thoughtfully: "Could it be that you still control something that I don't know about?!"

Yan Jingbai's gaze moved, and he had to admire the other party's sensitivity, should he be said to be Shi Zhixuan?

However, he didn't mean to explain, the system, time travel and other things were already known to him inevitably, but it didn't mean that he would be frank in front of him, although this concealment was so insignificant compared to the former.

He is short and narrow-sleeved, with a heroic demeanor. Although he lacks the elegance of his robes, he looks more energetic.

Yan Jingbai walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and stepped over several people, then squatted down in front of one person.

The boy in armor sat on the ground with his back against the wall, his brows were a little tired, his body was stained with blood, and there was a shallow wound between his slender neck.

His long spear was held in his hand all the time, and he didn't let go of it even when he was dozing off, as if he was ready to kill the enemy in blood at any time.

Just as Yan Jingbai squatted down, suddenly there was a whistling sound, and a little cold light just stopped steadily one centimeter away from his throat.

Yan Jingbai looked along the spear, the boy had already opened his eyes, those eyes, which were more beautiful than a woman's, did not have the confusion of awakening, but were sharp, sharp, cold, and filled with endless murderous aura!

Yan Jingbai frowned slightly, but it wasn't because of the murderous aura on the opponent, but because of the dark and negative emotions in his body. He pursed his lips, nodded slightly, as if he didn't care about the gun point against his throat, and said lightly: "Little General Zhang."

The young man slowly put away the spear, and the strong killing intent gradually faded. He said with a little tiredness: "Don't come near me when I'm sleeping from now on."

Yan Jingbai didn't say anything, he didn't think the two of them would have such a chance in the future.

He put his right hand on the ground, and sat next to him against the wall like a teenager.

Then, Yan Jingbai pointed to the lifeless people around him and said: "The Mongols are as energetic as a rainbow, and the Mongol Khan will not be reconciled if he does not take Xiangyang. Does General Zhang think we can hold it?"

General Xiao Zhang's face was very white, and now it is even whiter. He did not follow the other party's fingers to look at other people. From the beginning to the end, his eyes stayed on his own iron gun that had harvested countless lives. .

After a long time, when Yan Jingbai almost thought that he could not speak, he said: "It doesn't matter if you can hold it, or if you can't, I only know how to swear to kill the enemy until the last moment!"

Yan Jingbai's eyes showed admiration, he didn't expect that such a young man who looks a little more beautiful than a woman has such a brave temperament, he really can't be judged by his appearance.

It would be a pity if such a talent died in this war.

Just as he was thinking like this, suddenly the whining of horns came from outside the city, and the soldiers on the city wall immediately got up with solemn expressions.

The Mongols are attacking again!

The bowstring was pulled to perfection, Yan Jingbai's feet were slightly apart, his breath sank to his dantian, and then his right hand was slightly loosened, and the arrow shot out like lightning, and ruthlessly penetrated into the chest of a Mongolian soldier.

He was patted hard on the shoulder. General Xiao Zhang picked up a long spear and turned over a long ladder on the city wall. A series of Mongolian soldiers on the ladder instantly fell to pieces.

Yan Jingbai shot another arrow, hit the target, and saw General Zhang give him a thumbs up.

The two looked at each other and smiled, passing by.

Huge logs and countless boulders were carried by the Song army, and they threw them down the city desperately. The rockets flew out, and the oiled logs burst into flames. Countless Mongolian soldiers were smashed into flesh and burned into coke. The air seems to be filled with the smell of roasted flesh...

This war was extremely tragic. The Mongolian army rushed forward and back, and under the urging of the horn, they did not take their lives at all.

Brave and tough, so far!

General Xiao Zhang has already left in a hurry, and took a few soldiers to plug the gap broken by the Mongols.

Yan Jingbai's forehead was sweating, and his arms were trembling slightly. Originally, this body was not of a mighty and brave type, but now he shot one arrow after another. Even he himself couldn't count how many arrows he shot.

If he put down the bow in his hand now, he believed that his hands would be so trembling that he could no longer hold anything.

Being able to persevere until now is entirely due to his strong will.

"You don't need to stay here at all." Shi Zhixuan's voice was worried and distressed that Yan Jingbai, who was killing people, didn't notice at all.

"I don't need you to teach me what I want." Yan Jingbai tilted his head, avoiding the arrows that had lost strength shot by the enemy on the city wall.

Shi Zhixuan was a little anxious, he said coldly: "You are a person who has been an emperor countless times, and a rich man would not sit in danger, don't you understand such a truth?!"

So what if you know, so what if you don’t know!

Yan Jingbai is not answering, he has no time to talk to him now.

So, the Xie Wang, who was omnipotent in the past but was extremely aggrieved at the moment, regretted for the first time in his life, that he shouldn't act recklessly, so that he fell to such a point.

He had made up his mind that no one in this world could hurt him except him, but in the end he could only watch the other party take risks again and again, but he was helpless.

When had Shi Zhixuan, who had always been smooth sailing, been so aggrieved, so Yan Jingbai once again felt the incomparably dark, almost destructive hatred coming from his body!

He frowned, hammered his chest moderately, and said calmly: "Calm down, don't distract me at the critical moment."

The hostility in his body froze for a moment, and then dissipated with a bang.

Yan Jingbai nodded in satisfaction, and then heard a long and clear howl, the huge wings covering the sky and the sun, even in this battlefield where the sound of killing was loud, it was extraordinarily clear.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, the person he was waiting for finally arrived!