Monk Zicong was a smart man. When Chahan led his troops out of the camp, he was afraid that Kublai Khan would settle the score later, so he escaped.

When he returned to his tent, he saw his old friend sitting cross-legged, holding a turtle shell and closing his eyes to rest, and quickly spoke:

"Old Tian, ​​please divine quickly. Today's battle situation is good or bad!"

"fierce!"

Lao Tian, ​​Daming Tian Run, was originally a Taoist sorcerer, but he had a close relationship with the monk Zicong.

Tian Run said, pointing at the side calmly, and he had packed his bags long ago and chuckled:

"Didn't you see it? I've even packed up my bags. Go and make up for it. Be careful not to have the strength to escape at night and be caught by the Song people!"

Monk Zicong was shocked by his friend's words:

"Is it so dangerous?"

"It's so dangerous! And if you are not careful, you will be in danger of being wiped out!"

Tian Run said, then sighed:

"Last year, I advised you that the celestial phenomena have changed drastically, and the purple star reflecting Your Highness is dim. I am afraid that you will not be able to get that position. As a result, you don't believe in evil and insist on pulling me together. Now, I am going to be killed by you, a bald donkey!"

When Monk Zicong saw that his friend was talking seriously, he was a little panicked:

"Not it? There are more than 200,000 troops in the army now!"

"A month ago, Chahan led 70,000 vanguards and the central army, and was killed by 8,000 people, and only fled back five or six thousand!"

Tian Run said, then laughed:

"I'm afraid I'm going to repeat the same mistake tonight. I can escape, but one out of ten is not allowed!"

Hearing this, Monk Zicong finally came to his senses.

When he came to his friend and looked at him carefully, he found that his friend was also looking at him meaningfully.

After the two looked at each other.

Tian Run laughed again.

Monk Zicong frowned, looking like he was in tears. He wanted to laugh, but he showed a bitter look.

...

The north gate of Xiangyang City.

Su Mingzhe stood on the city wall, with a tall figure, looking ahead, and the entire battlefield was under his gaze.

Because of the decisive battle, Xiaolongnu and her sister Wanyan Ping also came and stood next to the man.

In order not to affect the morale of the army, Su Mingzhe asked the two women to wear armor and masks.

Even so, it is hard to hide the charming charm of the two women.

Dong, Dong, Dong...

With the sound of war drums.

The Tartars drove away the local people captured from nearby and asked them to carry mud to fill the moat.

These people were all natives in Xiangyang, fearing that the Song soldiers on the city would shoot arrows, so they beg for mercy in local dialect.

"Open the city gate and let them into the urn city!"

Su Mingzhe's orders made many generals nervous.

Many people even pointed their bows and arrows at this commoner, for fear that some Tartar spies would appear inside and attack the city walls in the chaos.

Fortunately, these people are real people.

When the city gate opened, these ordinary people rushed over.

In an instant.

The narrow city gate was blocked tightly by tens of thousands of people.

Some people were quite clever and could not enter through the city gate, so they surrounded the city wall and ran in other directions.

Seeing that most of the people had entered, the Tartars laughed wildly and drove their horses to attack the city!

...

"Get my treasure bow!"

Seeing that all the people had passed the minefield, Su Mingzhe no longer hesitated, bent his bow and arrow, and shot towards the enemy's center.

There are also experts here in the Tartars.

Like Nemo Star, Xiaoxiangzi, Yin Kexi, Ma Guangzuo and others, they were originally masters recruited by Kublai Khan, but now they have been sent by Kublai Khan to protect Marshal Chahan. Seeing Su Mingzhe shooting arrows here, they all made defensive postures.

Marshal Chahan was already disdainful to these foreign masters. At this moment, he saw that everyone looked nervous and his eyes were even more contemptuous:

"Everyone, from here to the city wall, it will take more than three hundred steps. Even if his precious carved bow can shoot arrows, it will not be able to penetrate Lu silk at the end of his strength, so everyone doesn't need to worry at all!"

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After hearing this, everyone noticed that the arrow shot by Su Mingzhe was too high and could not hit anyone.

This made everyone laugh.

Marshal Chahan even stretched out his hands to twist his beards and said sarcastically:

"No wonder these Song people are all fools. Even the generals of the commander-in-chief can't bend their bows and shoot arrows, so the others are even more worth mentioning!"

Just as everyone laughed and echoed.

Yin Kexi suddenly shouted 'Not good'.

It turned out that when he looked back, he found that although the bow and arrow could not hit anyone, it might have shot the wolf-headed flag behind Marshal Chahan.

The wolf-headed flag is the commander-in-chief of Marshal Chahan.

Without a penny, any one shouted, Marshal Chahan was dead, and the Tartar soldiers below might believe it.

The bow and arrow speed is too fast, and Yin Kexi has no time to warn everyone.

Of course, he was also willing to show off his ability, and directly pulled out the whip from his waist and rolled the arrows in the air.

Everyone saw dozens of colorful glass, jade, gems and beads inlaid on the long whip.

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

Just as the bow and arrow rushed over everyone's heads.

Yin Kexi shouted and had already rolled down the bow and arrow.

Just as everyone was about to applaud Yin Kexi, Xiao Xiangzi, who was standing next to him, changed his expression. Before he could warn others, he jumped into the distance.

Then, a series of loud blasts instantly enveloped everyone in smoke.

...

Su Mingzhe stood on the city wall, watching Marshal Chahan and others lying in pools of blood. While admiring his masterpiece, he shook his head and sighed slightly:

"If Kublai Khan is here, he will definitely explain it!"

Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru stood sideways like the two generals of Hum and Ha. When they saw Su Mingzhe's power with an arrow, they killed and injured the Tartars center. After exclaiming repeatedly, they immediately said excitedly:

"Senior brother, now the wolf-headed flag of the Tartars is over, so you want to launch an attack?"

"No hurry, no hurry! Let the Tartars army react for a while!"

Su Mingzhe is very patient.

If the string of grenades just now had not made any contribution, I would shoot a few more arrows myself.

Fortunately, the first arrow completed the goal.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

The Mongolian army discovered that their commander's flag was tilted and was moving backward.

Under the gaze of the defenders on the city, the Tartar army, whose offensive was originally scattered, would retreat in an orderly manner like a tide.

"Senior brother..."

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen were immediately anxious when they saw the Tatar army breaking out of the minefield.

Then Su Mingzhe waved at the messenger:

"Open the city gates, all the cavalry went out of the city to pursue!"

...

"Let's go!"

When Tian Run heard the "drought thunder" coming from a distance and the screaking of the Song people, he knew that the defeat was decided.

Monk Zicong looked lonely, changed into the clothes of ordinary soldiers who had already prepared a long time ago, and ran outside the camp.

...

Kublai Khan learned that Chahan had led an army of 80,000 to attack the city, and not only failed to make meritorious contributions, but was ambushed by the Song people again. Not only did he lose his troops and generals, but he went 80,000 people, but only 10,000 or 20,000 people fled back. Even Chahan himself was bombed to death, so he began to panic:

"Hurry, go and invite Master Zicong!"

Seeing this, Jia Fu, the head of the Wanhu family, hurriedly stopped Kublai Khan and begged:

"Your Highness, the 200,000 Song people have been chasing us. Let's avoid the edge for the time being and retreat!"

The power of landmines is rare in the world.

Even Chahan, a marshal who was protected by heavy troops, was bombed to death.

Everyone was afraid that Kublai Khan would make another mistake, and everyone's sin would be great.
Chapter completed!