Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Although Möngke was the high and mighty Khan of Mongolia and had heard of the name of Lingxiao Sword Demon, he was still dumbfounded when he witnessed Duan Zhengchun's strength firsthand. He was speechless for a moment and stood frozen on the chariot, forgetting to escape!

Kublai Khan, who was personally overseeing the battle at the front, heard the commotion from the rear. He turned around and was completely panicked. He hurriedly rode his warhorse back!

However, just as everyone was thinking about rescuing Mongke, Duan Zhengchun had already landed steadily on the chariot, with the Lingxiao Sword in his hand already placed against Mongke's neck!

All the Mongol soldiers who had rushed forward to rescue Möngke were already dead!

Within a radius of one mile, only corpses and blood remained!

"You are the Sword Demon Lingxiao... Yin Zhiping?!"

Mongke looked at Duan Zhengchun standing in front of him with a pale face, his brows furrowed, and asked a question, trying his best to control the fear in his heart!

"My surname is Duan! I am from the Dali Kingdom!"

Duan Zhengchun coldly said a sentence, not giving Meng Ge a chance to speak a second word, and directly swung the Lingxiao Sword.

With a spurt of blood, Möngke's head rolled off the chariot and into the flames of war!

"The Mongol Khan Möngke is dead! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Duan Zhengchun pointed his sword at the sky and shouted aloud at the hellish battlefield.

His words seemed to be repeated over and over again, echoing across the battlefield!

Lion's Roar Kung Fu!

Upon hearing that Möngke was dead, the Song soldiers and generals instantly erupted in excitement and launched a frenzied counterattack!

The Mongol army, which had initially held a decisive advantage, was instantly thrown into chaos. Some stood frozen in place, while others fled in disarray! They abandoned their armor and weapons! The situation reversed in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, the 300,000-strong army was routed by less than 70,000 soldiers!

Duan Zhengchun leaped off the chariot, brandishing his Lingxiao sword. Each swing slashed down a large number of Mongol soldiers, leaving the Mongol army utterly annihilated!

After a long while, when everything had settled down, only the Song Dynasty soldiers and martial arts practitioners from the Central Plains remained on the battlefield, raising their arms in triumph.

In this battle, the Song Dynasty suffered heavy losses, but thanks to Duan Zhengchun's intervention, the Song Dynasty won the battle with a one in ten thousand chance!

The Mongol army has withdrawn!

"Duan Lang!"

"Master, big brother!"

Xiaolongnu, Lu Wushuang, and the other women arrived one after another at Duan Zhengchun's side, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at him.

At this moment, in their eyes, Duan Zhengchun was a peerless hero!

With his arm covered and bloodstains on his face, Guo Jing slowly walked out of the crowd and went straight to Duan Zhengchun. At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of the six words "one man can be worth a thousand soldiers"!

"Brother Yin, we held out!"

"You are the only hero in this battle!"

Guo Jing looked at Duan Zhengchun with some excitement, his lips trembling as he spoke, tears welling up in his eyes.

"No, whether I kill Möngke or sweep away a thousand enemy soldiers with a single sword, I am not a hero."

"Those soldiers who died forever in this war, and those martial arts practitioners who gave their lives on this land without expecting anything in return, they are the true heroes!"

Duan Zhengchun shook his head, speaking with some excitement, and then, facing tens of thousands of soldiers and martial arts practitioners, unleashed his Lion's Roar once more.

"If the Mongol army dares to make a comeback one day, Xiangyang City will be the gateway to hell for them!"

"If one comes, kill one. If two come, kill a pair!"

As Duan Zhengchun's voice echoed across the battlefield once more, everyone's blood boiled again.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The deafening shouts of battle echoed across the sky, casting a lingering shadow over even the already routed Mongol army.

After tonight, the four words "Lingxiao Sword Demon" will once again shake the world!

...

Seven days later.

Hundreds of people gathered in front of the Linglong Inn, almost blocking the entire street. The people leading the way were Guo Jing and his wife, along with Lu Wenhuan, the garrison commander of Xiangyang.

They came to see him off.

Not long after, Duan Zhengchun slowly walked out of the inn with his five women, immediately causing quite a commotion.

The fighting has stopped, and he is about to leave.

"Brother Yin, won't you stay a few more days? I have so much to tell you."

Guo Jing slowly approached, looking at Duan Zhengchun with some reluctance.

"It's time to leave. I've taken care of the men's business. Now I'm taking them to wander the world."

"All good things must come to an end, and we will meet again someday."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and looked at the women behind him, then said meaningfully.

"Alright, then I won't keep you any longer. If you ever have the chance to pass through Xiangyang in the future, be sure to come and visit me."

"Big brother has surely prepared a grand banquet to entertain us; we won't leave until we're drunk!"

Guo Jing nodded and said excitedly.

"Okay, brother, sister-in-law..."

"I don't know when we'll meet again. Take care, both of you!"

Duan Zhengchun clasped his hands in a fist salute, his gaze lingering briefly on Huang Rong's face before he spoke sincerely.

"Take care, Brother Yin!"

Guo Jing and his wife nodded and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

At this moment, Lü Wenhuan also slowly walked over, looked at Duan Zhengchun with approval, and said slowly, "Are you leaving already?"

Duan Zhengchun laughed and said, "Defending Xiangyang is a general's duty. The battlefield belongs to the general, while I am just a wandering swordsman. My world is in the martial world."

Lu Wenhuan smiled and called out, "Bring the things up."

As the words fell, two soldiers slowly walked out from the crowd, one of them carrying two wine jars in his arms.

"I've heard that Master Yin is fond of fine wine. This is a twenty-year-old osmanthus-flavored wine brewed in our army. It's just a small gift, but I hope Master Yin will accept it with a smile."

"What you have done for the three border cities, I, on behalf of tens of thousands of soldiers and millions of people in the border cities, will remember for the rest of my life!"

As he spoke, Lü Wenhuan clasped his hands and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, Master Yin!"

Immediately afterwards, the people who had gathered on both sides of the street knelt down and said in unison.

"Everyone, please get up!"

"Such a generous gift, how can I, Yin Zhiping, possibly accept it!"

Duan Zhengchun was somewhat moved and stepped forward to help Lü Wenhuan up. Then he raised his voice to the people kneeling in the street.

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun had four wine jars placed in the carriage, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he mounted the white horse and led the two carriages slowly to the other end of the street.

He knew that although the war between the Song and the Mongols would not end there, the Mongol army would not be at the gates of the city for at least a few years, and the border would be temporarily at peace.

...

Half a month later.

Licheng.

In a courtyard, Duan Zhengchun sat in a pavilion, drinking wine while watching Lu Wushuang and the others laughing and playing in the plum blossom grove, a faint smile of satisfaction on his lips.

This is the property of the Qingyiwei (Green Guard), specially prepared for Duan Zhengchun. I wonder how many more residences like this there are.

Originally, Duan Zhengchun planned to take the women to Muye Wilderness City to reunite with Li Mochou, but when they passed through Licheng, they heard that the plum blossoms there were in bloom, so they stayed there with the women.

"They didn't seem to get tired at all; they were all covered in sweat but were still playing around."

As Xiaolongnu poured wine for Duan Zhengchun, she shook her head and said with a wry smile.

"Anyone would feel stifled if they stayed at the border for too long. It's good to let loose now that you've finally come out."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said calmly.

Xiaolongnu nodded in agreement and said nothing more, silently peeling an orange for Duan Zhengchun.

Duan Zhengchun leaned back lazily in the recliner, stretched comfortably, and felt the warm sunlight filtering through his fingers, feeling incredibly content.

He enjoyed these days, with the peaceful sunrise, women, and wine; he was content with his life.

He said he liked the martial arts world, not because he liked the fighting, killing, and treachery, but because he liked to travel the world with his women, see different scenery, and drink different kinds of old wine.

As night fell, Duan Zhengchun, with women on his left and right, led them back to his room, determined to fight them all alone.

They will set off for Muye Wilderness City early tomorrow morning; this will be their last day at Plum Garden.

However, in the dead of night, several lithe figures silently slipped into the plum garden and slowly approached Duan Zhengchun's bedroom, each carrying a gleaming weapon!

Just as a storm was brewing, a gust of wind swept in, and the first assassin to enter the bedroom was sent flying backwards, crashing heavily to the ground and dying instantly!

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