Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Diarmuid didn't have a place to stay. After falling to this place, he spent all his time running around. Fortunately, there were many abandoned village houses on the road, so he wouldn't be allowed to sleep in the countryside.

Kyogokuhiko was in a daze for two days, and finally he was freed from that sluggish thinking and regained his usual sober thinking. The recovery of the magic cycle is not optimistic. The most urgent task is to find a spiritual vein to quickly restore strength.

In this era, it is not difficult to find the spiritual veins. After a few days of fast riding, they found a mountain. Although the spiritual veins did not match Kyogokuhiko very well, it was better than nothing. He sat by the tree and directed Diarmuid Moved a block of stones to form an formation, hugged him to the middle of the formation, and retreated far away.

Kyogokuhiko struggled to open his wrist, and it took a long time for his body with exhausted magic power to slowly drip a drop of blood, urging this simple formation to gather the spiritual power in the condensed veins, and then he collapsed as if he had lost all his strength. On the ground, I felt the power pouring into my body, filling the dried-up magical circulation.

It really sucks.He slumped on the ground weakly. The last sliver of strength accumulated in his body was exhausted by slashing his wrist just now. Now it is difficult for him to blink, so he can only maintain an uncomfortable position, quietly waiting for the near-abolished limbs to regain their strength. restore function.

Forget it, just use this time to sort out the messy situation.

The time they are now is 1273 AD. If you feel that this time is not familiar, then put it another way. It is now the ninth year of Xianchun in the Southern Song Dynasty. In the original history of Jingjiyan, this year was Fancheng, Xiangyang City. It will be breached one after another, and six years later, the precarious Song Dynasty will be declared dead.

In the records of this world, a knight-errant named Guo Jing led thousands of righteous men from the rivers and lakes, joined forces with the civilians in the Xiangyang garrison, and held on until the reinforcements arrived, forcibly defending the city. The dynasty left some last breathing room.

Two different histories mean two different worlds. Simply breaking the barrier of time and returning to the past will not deplete Kyogokuhiko's power to such an extent. However, the wish he made at the beginning was to return home. Returning to another world that is separated from here by countless spaces, the barriers of space almost exhausted his strength and could not be broken.

So he was given the second best and thrown to this point in time, this point in time of historical divergence, as long as the history of this world is changed and Xiangyang, which should have been kept, is not kept, then the two worlds will naturally go on the same track.

But what's the use, even if this place is really going on the same trajectory as his world, it is not the same world after all. No matter how obsessed Kyogokuhiko is, he is not crazy enough to bet on the future of a dynasty.

What's more, he has to admit that in this world, the monarch who replaced the Yuan Dynasty and overthrew the Song Dynasty opened up a prosperous dynasty that has never been seen before or since.

Therefore, the reason why he chose to set off for Xiangyang immediately after recovering his strength was not to hinder that war, but just to see with his own eyes, he wanted to see with his own eyes, the Jianghu who had worked so hard to guard this precarious dynasty Chevaliers, what is it like? See for yourself how Xiangyang City was defended under tens of thousands of troops.

Facing the fleeing people, they rushed to Xiangyang City. What they rode was no longer the war horse of Diarmuid, but two famous horses selected from thousands of miles. They traveled day and night all the way. Diarmuid smiled and said, "This is where I found you."

He pointed to a small mound on the side of the road. The dirt on the ground made Kyogokuhiko's expression slightly changed. He had obviously bathed and changed his clothes, but he still felt itchy inexplicably.

After riding fast for three days, Jingjiyan stopped his horse on a hill. Not far away was a lonely city surrounded by heavy soldiers. The army Jingjiyan was familiar with, but not so familiar with. After all, he fought against him back then. It is the Mongolian army that has been beaten back to the grassland, not the tiger and wolf division that is currently smashing.

The middle-aged man guarding the city wall is probably Guo Jing. He has a square face with Chinese characters. He is tall and weathered. Because of the lack of supplies in Xiangyang City for many days, he looks quite thin, and his eyes are very bright.

Obviously seeing that the momentum was in an absolute defeat, the man showed no signs of depression on his face, with a determined and hopeful look, and he organized the few soldiers in the city to change defenses in an orderly manner, probably because of his attitude. However, although the materials in Xiangyang City are extremely scarce, and there are many deaths and injuries, the atmosphere is not depressed, but instead presents a high-spirited attitude of unity.

They are waiting for reinforcements, and Kyogokuhiko is also waiting for reinforcements. There is no specific time in history that the reinforcements arrive, but judging from the current situation, if the reinforcements are not available within three days, Xiangyang City will undoubtedly be destroyed.

On the first day, the reinforcements had not arrived, and the Mongolian army was carrying out the daily battle formation. Anyway, Guo Jing had made up his mind to stick to the city gates, and the battle formation was just a routine. The real focus of the army was on mobilizing food, grass, war horses, and training soldiers. , Kyogokuhiko could tell at a glance that this was preparing for the final big offensive.

On the second day, the reinforcements still hadn’t arrived. Jing Jiyan was drinking with a jug of wine. Not far from Xiangyang City, the Mongolian army had prepared food and grass, fed the horses, sharpened their weapons, and cooked them with smoke, which was rare when they marched. The meat inside and outside was extremely tightly guarded, and the soldiers fell into a deep sleep early.Fire was also fired in the city, and Guo Jing took out some of the remaining grain to feed the army defending the city as much as possible.Both sides agreed that tomorrow will be the final battle that will determine their fate.

Sons and daughters said goodbye to their parents, husbands and wives said goodbye, Kyogokuhiko took a sip of wine, feeling that no matter how long it took, he still couldn't adapt to the desolate atmosphere.

On the third day, the final decisive battle, the screams shook the sky, and the sky was devastated. Across Jingjiyan, he could smell the smell of death and blood floating in the air. He did not wait for reinforcements, but waited for Di who came to investigate the situation. Lu Muduo.

"You mean, there is no sign of any army in this area for tens of miles?" Jing Jiyan raised his head and drank the fine wine in the pot. Sober, but also aware that he was a little drunk.

It is the state where it is easy to act impulsively.

Xu Shi had long anticipated the current situation, and that's why he got drunk to such an extent, abandoned all rational thinking, looked forward and backward, and acted purely according to his inner voice.

"If no one saves them, this city will be destroyed." Kyogokuhiko pointed to the battlefield not far away, his eyes full of blood, "Then this dynasty will be destroyed, and a terrible dynasty will be built .” A dynasty that divided people into four classes, and the Han people were not as good as dogs, but was overthrown by the Han people in the end.

Diarmuid looked solemnly at the battlefield below, and didn't say anything. He knew that Kyogokuhiko must have something to say.

Kyogokuhiko laughed softly, with a hint of madness in his tone, "I hope I can beat their descendants." Before he finished speaking, he got off his horse, with a long knife in his hand flashing a stern look. cold light.

From the very beginning, there was no reinforcements at all. The general who "led tens of thousands of troops and killed Kublai Khan" in the records was actually Kyogokuhiko himself. He waited here for three days, waiting to understand this matter.

Where is my hometown, this world, or that world?If there is no Kyogokuhiko, this world will be the next world. Even if there are thousands of righteous men from all corners of the country, they will not be able to stop the pace of Xiangyang City's destruction, and history will still roll towards the original pace. The magician summoned an emperor by modifying the immature heroic spirit system to participate in the Holy Grail War. The willful emperor who was famous in history managed to obtain the entity in this battle and survived, traveling through time and space to come to In the city of Xiangyang at the end of the Song Dynasty, the miracle named Hope could never bring him back home, because he was destined to disrupt the normal battle situation in this war that determined the fate of the Song Dynasty and lead the world to another completely different trajectory.

Self-inflicted, tone-shifting history forms a perfect circle here.

Kyogokuhiko was smiling, and Diarmuid could clearly feel the pain in his heart, as if Kyogokuhiko was drunk and hazy in the inherent barrier that day, leaning on the table and chanting "Who is Heguang" The same, almost suffocating cramps.

His back was straight, his smile was arrogant and arrogant, the ground rolled by the horse's hooves, and his faces were like dirt and rocks. The soldiers in heavy armor stood up with an empty rein in their hands, and then Pulling vigorously to make a turned horse, countless smooth horses that seem to be chiseled and chiseled appear in the reins, raising their heads and hooves, and let out a long and fighting-like neigh.

Even though the bright silver armor was drilled out of the mud, it wasn't stained with a speck of dust. The sunshine in the spring of March dazzled people's eyes. The soldier's face is cold and serious, and the sun is also gray and cold, his eyes are cold and numb, not like a living person, and his opponent will be three points timid if he doesn't fight.

Of course, these soldiers are not living people, but a group of soldiers and servants fired by craftsmen in the palace in the past. Each of them is about the length of a palm, and they are meticulously carved and lifelike.Kyogokuhiko cherished them very much during his lifetime, and brought them into the tomb to be buried with them after his death. There are 99 sets of thousands of sets in total, and they are carefully arranged and collected according to the battle formation.

The reason why they are now able to march and fight like ordinary people, and all of them are brave enough to fight one against a hundred, is probably because when they were buried, Kyogokuhiko once said with a smile that he would use this ten thousand troops to conquer the underworld.

Diarmuid followed closely behind Kyogokuhiko on horseback. He could clearly feel Kyogokuhiko's unstable emotions. Whenever Kyogokuhiko's mood fluctuated too much, he would feel it because of the connection of the command spell. , the painful colic contraction in the heart made him look at Kyogokuhiko with worried eyes.

But Kyogokuhiko's eyes were carelessly rampant, and a long knife was pointed at Xiangyang from the corner of his mouth, his emotions were concealed without any flaws.

On the other side of the bright knife point is the battlefield. Jing Jiyan can even see the wolf teeth decoration hanging around the neck of the Mongolian army. He closed his eyes, opened them again, swung the long knife down, and only spit out a decisive "war!" .

Behind him is not a warrior of tigers and wolves, but a real brave warrior who is not afraid of death. With his order to restrain himself, his aura suddenly increased. .

There was no big banner, no shouting, and the soldiers crawling out of the soil were no different from ghosts, quietly appearing behind the Mongolian army, quietly forming an attacking formation, and piercing in like a sharp knife.

Kyogokuhiko's horse still stayed on the mountain, and Diarmuid was beside him, not speaking.

"Aren't you going?" Kyogokuhiko asked, his tone indifferent and unwavering.

"I thought you'd go." Diarmuid replied, more worried about Kyogokuhiko's unstable emotions than the battlefield that provoked the belligerent part of him.

"Of course I will go." Kyogokuhiko tilted his head, showing a smile, cold and stiff, "I'm going to serve wine with the head of the chief general."

He raised his long knife, shook the reins, and the horse jumped forward, charging left and right into the battle.

Since then, this place of peace of mind is my hometown.

Diarmuid breathed out, feeling the pain in his chest suddenly relieved, and hurriedly drove his horse to follow Kyogokuhiko, holding two guns in his hands, red and yellow, and the tip of the gun flashed a ghostly and magnificent color.

"Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming!"

When he heard someone shouting on the tower, he couldn't help but put on a cold smile. The troops in a radius of tens of miles were completely evacuated. On the one hand, he is an inexplicably soft-hearted Master.

The author has something to say: Well... back to the Song Dynasty

This is a self-inflicted story, give your majesty some wax

I have been paving the way for this chapter since I wrote His Majesty’s reading history book hhhh

The whole story is roughly that history was normal before Xiangyang, but Matou Zouyan summoned His Majesty, and His Majesty went back to the past and changed the course of history, causing His Majesty summoned by Matou Zouyan to become someone who does not belong to this time and space Existence, but obsessed with returning to its own time and space, and then being sent back to the past to change the course of history, and finally became such an unsolvable cycle.

Of course, it can be said that if His Majesty stood by and watched Xiangyang City break down, wouldn’t he break through the cycle, but no matter how willful His Majesty is, he is still an emperor. The Mongol invasion is definitely an unpleasant history for the Han people in history [at least that person Quadruple would be miserable.

First-class Mongols, second-class Semu people, third-class Han people (referring to the Han, Khitan, Jurchen and other ethnic groups in the former Jin Kingdom north of the Huaihe River, as well as the people from Sichuan, Yunnan (Dali) who were later conquered by Mongolia, and the Koreans in the northeast. Han people), fourth-class southerners (all ethnic groups in the original Southern Song Dynasty who were finally conquered by Mongolia, excluding the people in the Sichuan area south of the Huaihe River).

There are also bans on Han Chinese (third and fourth classes) from hunting, learning boxing and martial arts, holding weapons (for example, only several families can share a kitchen knife), gathering to worship gods, going to the market for business, and walking at night. "If you kill a Mongol, you will pay for your life. If you kill a Semu, you will be fined 98 bali of gold (the monetary unit of Mongolia in the time of Genghis Khan), and if you kill a Han, you only need to pay the price of a donkey. If a Han is a soldier, he is not allowed to serve as a guard. Being an official can often only be the deputy second (although there are many exceptions in fact), so the racial conflicts in the Yuan Dynasty were very intense, and it was overthrown after only [-] years of existence.

And as the Ming Dynasty that overthrew the Yuan Dynasty, His Majesty was the emperor who personally conquered and defeated Mongolia.

The stupid author whose brain breaks through the sky is smiling