Xiaoyouzhutian, send Yi Xiaochuan to the palace to start

Old Huang glared at Hong Qigong fiercely and viciously, and then said nothing more.

A figure flashed through Guo Jing and Huang Rong's minds, and they remained silent for a long time.

A few miles outside Xiangyang City, the Mongolian army surged in like a tide, raising dust that covered the sky.

"Imperial Master, attack the city!" Mengge stared at the towering outline of Xiangyang City in the distance and shouted angrily, with endless murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

When King Jinlun heard the Khan's order, he had no choice but to obey. After looking at Kublai Khan, he turned around and left to pass on the order.

With the departure of King Jinlun, the Mongolian army began to move.

The surrounding catapults, thunder cannons and other firearms advanced madly under the operation of the soldiers, and came within a distance where they could effectively strike the Xiangyang city walls.

The catapult was raised high like a long arm, and then smashed down suddenly. Huge stones hit the city wall like raindrops, making a deafening roar.

The thunder cannon fired hot shells, leaving charred marks on the city walls.

With the firearms technology left over from ancient times, we now have simple artillery, called thunder cannon, but its range is not high, probably not as far as that of a catapult.

The Mongolian army bombarded the walls of Xiangyang with catapults and artillery fire at the city. For a time, the city of Xiangyang was engulfed in the smoke of war.

Under the fierce attack of the Mongolian army, the city of Xiangyang was plunged into the smoke of war. Flames shot up into the sky and smoke billowed from the city walls. The soldiers defending the city fought back with artillery.

The two sides fought back and forth, with artillery fire everywhere. The battle between Xiangyang City and the Mongolian army became more and more intense, with the roar of catapults and thunder cannons one after another.

Every artillery attack was accompanied by clouds of rising smoke, filling the sky above Xiangyang City with a thick smell of gunpowder.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong stood on the city wall, looking at the movements of the Mongolian army in the distance, their brows furrowed and their expressions solemn.

The Mongolian army came with bad intentions. There was a huge gap between them in terms of numbers and firearms. Over time, if there was no effective artillery to deter, the enemy would likely launch a large-scale attack on the city, and Xiangyang City would then be in great danger.

Just as Guo Jing was about to turn around and discuss countermeasures with General Lu, bursts of exciting trumpets suddenly sounded from the Mongolian army camp.

As the voice rang out, a large number of Mongolian soldiers rushed towards Xiangyang City like a tide. Their large numbers and fierce momentum put Guo Jing and others in a huge dilemma for a while.

Guo Jing took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm.

After a moment, he turned to look at Huang Rong beside him, "Rong'er, I must personally lead my fellow martial artists to resist the enemy, otherwise, with only the defenders in the city, I'm afraid we will not be able to hold on!"

"Brother Jing, you..." Huang Rong's eyes instantly became moist when she heard that. She held Guo Jing's hand tightly and looked at him reluctantly.

She knew that Guo Jing was a martial arts expert, but there were too many variables on the battlefield, so how could she not worry about him.

Guo Jing sensed Huang Rong's worry. He patted her hand gently and laughed, "Don't worry, Rong'er. You know my martial arts. Don't worry! I will come back alive!"

This was not the time to be sentimental, and Huang Rong also understood that the opportunity for battle was fleeting. Then she nodded and looked at Guo Jing with complicated eyes.

"Brother Jing, promise me that you will come back alive!"

"I will!" Guo Jing looked at Huang Rong affectionately, then turned around and shouted to the many martial artists behind him.

"My fellow comrades, the Mongolian army is coming fiercely. We must work together. I hope you will follow me and fight bravely against the enemy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the martial artists behind him responded one after another, and their morale was greatly boosted.

Seeing this, Guo Jing was delighted and immediately jumped down from the city wall which was about ten meters high. For them, such a height was no problem at all.

Guo Jing was the first to arrive at the city gate. Seeing the Mongolian army rushing towards him, he was not afraid but extremely excited: "Come on!"

He took a deep breath and circulated his internal energy in his hands. The internal energy surged wildly and instantly condensed in his palms. It was obvious that Guo Jing had also reached the Grandmaster level.

With a loud shout, he slapped his palm, and a golden dragon instantly flew out from his palm and attacked the Mongolian army. The power of this palm was amazing. Wherever the dragon passed, Mongolian soldiers were blown away and fell to the ground, screaming one after another.

In an instant, the enemies in front of him were thrown to the ground and the scene was in a mess. The surviving Mongolian soldiers looked at this scene with horror in their eyes.

The power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms at the Grandmaster level is simply amazing.

After he slapped out with his palm, more and more martial artists jumped down to his side.

"Everyone! Today is the day to defend our country! Follow me to kill the foreign enemies!" Guo Jing shouted, and rushed into the enemy camp like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The internal Qi in Guo Jing's body gushed out from his palms rapidly as if it were free. Giant golden dragons circled around him, and the Mongolian soldiers within dozens of meters around him fell to the ground and died after being touched by the giant dragons transformed by the internal Qi.

The rest of the martial artists were not idle either. All of those who came here were determined to defend their country, with patriotism as the first priority.

They all took out their own special weapons and rushed towards the Mongolian soldiers.

The fighting power of the thousands of martial artists should not be underestimated. None of them would dare to come and die if they were not capable enough. This powerful fighting force caused the Mongolian cavalry who rushed forward first to suffer a great loss.

Across the battlefield, shouts of killing shook the earth, and blood flowed freely, soon dyeing the land in front of the Xiangyang city gate red.

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