I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

After returning to the city, the people of Xiangyang lined the streets to welcome him. The Mongols had always been brutal, and once the city was breached, there would be no hope for the people in the city.

However, although they won this battle, the Mongolian army was not seriously injured and would make a comeback sooner or later.

Therefore, Zhao Zhijing and Guo Jing and his wife arranged personnel to intensify patrols while preparing to carefully discuss future countermeasures.

"Master!"

Feng Qingyang originally wanted to join the army, but was spotted by Guo Jing and kept by his side to serve him. At this time, he finally met his master in Xiangyang City.

Although it has only been three short months, Feng Qingyang's expression has become more resolute. It seems that he has been tempered on the battlefield and is growing rapidly.

"Not bad, you look stronger now."

Zhao Zhijing patted his apprentice on the shoulder and nodded with satisfaction.

Guo Jing also praised: "Master Zhao, your disciple is not only an outstanding martial artist, but also a thoughtful person. He is very suitable for the position of a scout in the army."

After the formalities were over, everyone began to discuss military intelligence.

With the current military strength of Xiangyang City, without the surprise troops that can achieve a surprise victory, if they were to take the initiative to attack like they did today, it would be tantamount to sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth.

Guo Jing said in a deep voice: "The enemy is numerous and we are few. The only strategy now is to hold on. When the Mongolian army cannot defeat them for a long time or when it snows heavily in winter, they will retreat."

"We have won a great victory today. The imperial court should send a large army to help us. Then, under the leadership of the two leaders, Mr. Guo and Mr. Zhao, we can defeat the enemy and even recover the lost territory in the Central Plains!"

The Jiangzhou hero present, named "Dwarf Lion" Lei Meng, couldn't understand why they could only passively defend even though they had clearly won, so he spoke up and made a suggestion.

The general defending Xiangyang smiled and said, "This hero doesn't know that the Mongols are very powerful and they are not just attacking Xiangyang. If we want to dispatch reinforcements everywhere, it will be like using water from afar to quench thirst."

"Moreover, the world has been in turmoil for a long time, and the court is already stretched to the limit in maintaining the military pay in various places, so we have to rely more on you heroes."

How could Lei Meng not understand the meaning of his words? It was obvious that the old emperor and those corrupt officials were unwilling to take action.

If Xiangyang is lost, we will have to cede more land and negotiate peace. If it is not lost, we will naturally hold out for as long as we can.

"Humph!"

Lei Meng wanted to explode, but Zhao Zhijing and Guo Jing and his wife were still present, so he could only groan and keep silent.

"Cough cough."

Huang Rong cleared her throat and changed the subject, "The heroes who participated in the Heroes Conference this time have generously donated a considerable amount of money."

"It can be used as a compensation. I ask all the heroes present to supervise it together to ensure fairness."

Although Huang Rong tried hard to maintain it, the atmosphere was still depressing throughout the entire discussion, and the joy brought by the great victory was also diluted a lot.

"Do your best and obey fate."

Zhao Zhijing knew very well the character of the Southern Song court and there was no need to count on it at all.

In the next few days, Kublai Khan temporarily delayed the attack. Although he still sent people to the city to challenge the enemy every day, it was just a tactic to tire out the troops.

Until the early morning of that day, the Mongolian army came to attack the city again. A sharp wooden stick with a bloody head stuck on it was erected in front of the army.

It was Ordo who was let go by Guo Jing that day.

"Kublai Khan's move means today will be a fight to the death."

Guo Jing stood on the top of the city wall and watched. He saw that the Mongolian army was strong and well-disciplined. As the Marshal of the Mongolian Right Army, he naturally knew the power of this Mongolian cavalry that dominated the world.

"Attack the city!" "Meet the enemy!"

The two men gave orders almost at the same time, and the Mongolian army's archers and catapults rushed forward one after another. Arrows flew like locusts and stones fell like rain, forcing the Song army on the city wall to dare not show their heads.

Then the army set up ladders and rushed straight to the city wall. At this time, in order to prevent accidental injuries, the offensive from below the city was slowed down. The defenders on the city wall rushed forward, and several people hugged the battering ram to push the ladder away.

After a tug of war between the two sides, the fearless Mongolian vanguard camp finally gained the upper hand. At first, only a few people attacked the top of the city wall, but in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people followed.

Just as the Mongolian warriors gained a foothold, a group of Central Plains warriors emerged from the Song army. Although they fought separately, each of them had high martial arts skills.

Especially on the narrower top of the city wall, the advantage was even more obvious. Although the Mongolian vanguards who were able to climb the city wall were brave, most of them could only withstand a few moves before being killed by skilled fighters.

At this time, Kublai Khan was personally supervising the battle outside the city. His generals dared not slack off. The vanguard officer blew the horn, and more Mongolian soldiers rushed towards Xiangyang City like a tide.

The battle was bloody and blood flowed like a river. The corpses that fell to the bottom of the city wall had piled up into a small hill, and the corpses piled on the city wall were almost leaving the defenders with no place to stay.

"My Lord, it's our turn now!"

By evening, lanterns and torches had been lit up on the city walls and outside the city. King Jinlun saw that Guo Jing had led his men in fighting for the entire day with almost no time to rest.

Although Zhao Zhijing has never shown up, this opportunity created by sacrificing human lives can only be had once.

Although Kublai Khan had already made plans in his mind, he still couldn't help but admire Guo Jing's extraordinary bravery. If this man had not rebelled against Mongolia, he would have flattened the Song Dynasty more than ten years ago!
"Your Majesty, heroes, be careful. I am waiting here to celebrate your success!"

Taking advantage of the cover of night, King Jinlun and his companions put on the Mongolian soldiers' robes, mixed into the siege team, and when the opportunity arose, they quickly climbed the city walls.

Although the walls of Xiangyang City could stop thousands of troops, they could not stop martial arts masters with extraordinary skills.

Led by King Jinlun, and accompanied by dozens of masters including Nimoxing who were recruited by Kublai Khan, they seized the opportunity and divided their troops into three groups and rushed to the top of the city.

As soon as these people landed, there was chaos on the city wall. Not to mention King Jinlun, even his disciple Huodu was a first-rate master, and he immediately broke through several defense lines formed by the Song army and the Central Plains warriors.

"Stop being so arrogant!"

Guo Jing knew that the battle had reached its most dangerous moment. Fortunately, his wife and Zhao Zhijing had set up a tight net inside the city. He took a deep breath and was the first to resist King Jinlun.

On the other side, Master Yideng's disciple Zhu Ziliu faced off against Huodu, and Yang Guo and Guan Man'er also stopped the two.

But Nimoxing, Yin Kexi and Xiaoxiangzi had no intention of fighting. All three of them wanted to be the first to open the city gate so that the Mongolian army could enter the city. By then, they would be the first warrior of Mongolia.

King Jinlun glimpsed the movements of the three people and sneered in his heart, "The Taoist priest surnamed Zhao has never shown up. He must be guarding the most important place. The three of you are not as good as him in martial arts. You still have to guard against each other to prevent the other from taking the first credit. It's wishful thinking!"

Then he looked at Guo Jing again. Although he was still majestic, he must have been exhausted after a day of fierce fighting and was definitely not his opponent.

"Let me kill Guo Jing on the city wall and accomplish this great feat for His Majesty!"

Just as King Jinlun had expected, after the three people from Nimo Star joined Kublai Khan's army, they relied on their high martial arts skills and had always refused to submit to King Jinlun, who was named "Mongolia's No. 1 Protector of the Nation".

Therefore, in this surprise attack, everyone wanted to get the first credit. Now that Guo Jing took the initiative to stop King Jinlun, it couldn't be better.

The three took advantage of the chaos on the city wall to quickly clear a path, then quickly went down the city and ran towards the city gate together.

When they were almost at the city gate, they found that there were no soldiers guarding it. It seemed that there had been a fierce battle during the day and all the available men had been sent to the city wall.

However, under the moonlight, a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a sword was standing alone in front of the door.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time." (End of this chapter)