The Song Dynasty parallel world, grassland, and in the tent of the Song army's central army.

"What?! National Master, you want to go to the battlefield in person!"

Wang Jian, the head coach of the Song army, looked horrified and tried his best to dissuade Zhang Sanfeng: "National Master, there are countless flying arrows and stray bullets on this battlefield, and the situation changes rapidly. You may be in danger!"

Wang Jian was a general promoted by Zhang Sanfeng. This time, the Mongolian Khan Ogedei was in charge of leading the army to fight.

In the history of Gu Yunze's world, Wang Jian was a very outstanding general. When he led his army to protect Diaoyu City, Khan Mengge led his army to attack the city, but he could not conquer it for a long time and finally died in this war.

There are many different opinions on the cause of death. Some say that he was seriously injured after being killed by artillery shells, some say that the arrow wound he suffered during the attack on Hezhou relapsed in Diaoyu City and did not survive, and some say that he died in the water.

But no matter what, it is a historical fact that Meng Ge died in the Diaoyu City protected by Wang Jian.

In the world of the Condor Heroes, according to the original plot, Yang Guo should have killed Meng Ge, but when Meng Ge died this time, Yang Guo was still working hard in the ancient tomb for his future happiness.

In this world, Mengge died in Shanhaiguan before he could become a great Khan. Coincidentally, Wang Jian, the person who led the Song army to defend the city at that time.

Regardless of whether he was a Khan or not, Meng Ge still couldn't escape Wang Jian.

It has been nearly three months since Wang Jian led a large army to fight against the Mongolian army in Ogedei. The battle situation has become more and more rapid. The Mongolian army has suffered heavy losses and its morale has been shaken, and it has already become a vague idea of ​​defeat.

Even if he was killed, he would never have thought that the National Master, who had just followed the army and had never been to the battlefield, suddenly made an idea that he would go to the battlefield. Wang Jian was stunned at the time and immediately refused.

"General, don't worry," Zhang Sanfeng smiled and comforted Wang Jian. "I have been practicing martial arts for many years and have studied Taoist classics. I believe that my martial arts are good and will not be accidentally injured by the stray arrows and stray bullets on the battlefield."

Wang Jian:...

Is this a matter of your martial arts not worthy?!

Wang Jian felt that his head hurts. To be fair, he absolutely did not want this national master who promoted him to the current level to the battlefield.

Although he also believed that the national tutor would not be injured, he really did not want to take such risks that were meaningless or necessary.

If the emperor knew that he had sent the noble national army to the battlefield of confrontation between the two armies, his general might have been over.

Wang Jian opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him again, but when Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand, his true energy captured the musket leaning against the corner of the Central Army's tent and was more than a meter away in front of him, pointing directly at Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng's true energy wrapped around the musket and rolled the trigger.

"Bang--!"

Amid the dull explosion of gunpowder, the bullet whistled out, tearing the air, pointing directly to Zhang Sanfeng's chest, but suddenly stopped a few feet in front of him.

Wang Jian:!!!

Zhang Sanfeng then fired several more shots, and the bullets were still several feet in front of him.

Zhang Sanfeng covered the entire central military tent with his true energy, so he didn't have to worry about gunfire coming outside the central military tent, causing unnecessary chaos.

"General, look, I will not be injured by musket bullets," Zhang Sanfeng put the musket back to its original place. "General, don't worry about my safety."

Wang Jian:...

He really couldn't think of anything else to say except "the national teacher is a god."

...

Zhang Sanfeng understood the reason and moved it with emotion, and finally successfully convinced Wang Jian.

He could ignore the actions of the head coach Wang Jian himself, but the consequence of doing so was that, as he was, suddenly appearing on the battlefield during the battle would inevitably lead to riots in the Song army.

Wang Jian needs to send someone to protect him. If the temporary change of operations for his situation is likely to cause a significant increase in casualties between the Song army. This is not what Zhang Sanfeng wants to see. It is better to discuss with coach Wang Jian in advance.

Zhang Sanfeng specially left Indra, and Indra did not disappoint him. He used all his means to increase the casualties of the Mongolian army. Even his own subordinates of martial arts masters were sacrificed by him, greatly helping the Song army.

...

On the battlefield between the Song and Meng armies.

The Song army fought all the way to the grassland. Although they suffered some losses due to terrain problems, they then built temporary city walls and trenches on the grassland.

There is a flat horse on the grassland, and both sides have no danger to rely on. Although the Mongolian army is familiar with the terrain, it is difficult for them to use the terrain to produce any overwhelming advantages.

On the contrary, the Song army, which held a large number of firearms, suppressed the Mongolian army with its longer range and power. In addition, Indra's timely damages, the Mongolian army suffered heavy losses.

The two sides are fighting again today, but the Mongolian army, which has always been brutal, has obviously no intention of fighting now.

Among the two armies, Zhang Sanfeng, wearing a green Taoist robe and Indra Shitian, who was wearing a black shirt, looked at each other from afar.

Strictly speaking, this is their first meeting, although they have already noticed each other's existence before.

"I, Indra!"

With the blessing of deep skills, Indra's hoarse voice spread across half of the battlefield. Some of the soldiers who were fighting were affected, and the distracted ones were directly killed by the enemy.

"I, Zhang Sanfeng."

Zhang Sanfeng's voice was dull, but it was as if it was ringing in everyone's ears.

"I have calculated the secrets of heaven many years ago and knew that there would be a disaster today. It seems that I am the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is

"I don't understand this. How can fellow Taoist confirm that I must be your disaster?"

"Haha..." Indra sneered, "If you hadn't come to me, how could you have been following me for many years..."

"So in order to prevent me, fellow Taoists will not hesitate to incite wars and improve their skills with their lives?"

"There are just barbarians, and they will die if they die. It is their honor to help me practice martial arts!"

The two of them did not deliberately hide their voices, but they used all the official language of the Song Dynasty. Some people in the Mongolian army who understood the official language of the Song Dynasty looked incredible when they saw the great master Di Shitian.

"Your Excellency to call yourself Zhang Sanfeng, right?" Indra Shitian raised his palms, completely ignoring the Mongolian generals who were staring at him. The cold air between his palms had completely turned into a terrifying blood color. "I will give you a good tombstone!"

Indra was standing in the center of the Mongolian army, with him as the center, a large amount of blood mist rose up on the battlefield, and some of the blood mist turned into substantial blood-colored weapons, and began to harvest lives within the range without any difference. New blood mist gushed out from the Mongolian soldiers who fell on the ground.

Zhang Sanfeng's true energy surged, and the Yin-Yang Pisces Pendant turned from solid to virtual, turning into a huge Tai Chi diagram visible to the naked eye, covering most of the battlefield and protecting the Song army.

The blood mist was over hundreds of feet all over the body of Indra, and the Tai Chi diagram under Zhang Sanfeng was shining brightly. The two stood opposite each other, which was a bit unlike those who practice martial arts.

When Song Jun saw Zhang Sanfeng's eyes as if a god descended to earth. When they were in the Tai Chi diagram, they suddenly felt light and healthy, and their five senses were clear and bright.

On the other hand, the entire Mongolian army was filled with fear and cries, and a large number of them turned into Indra's power.

"It's almost..." Indra's voice disappeared in the blood mist, hoarse and evil.

Suddenly, the blood mist contracted, and gradually condensed into a ferocious and cruel blood-colored figure dozens of feet high on the outside of Indra's body. The figure was as if it was made of blood, emitting a strong smell of blood, like a blood demon.

"Die!"

Although I don’t know why Zhang Sanfeng didn’t stop him, Indra, who had absorbed the lives of tens of thousands of Mongolian and Song dynasties over the past few years, felt that he was invincible.

He and Zhang Sanfeng were originally in the two armies, quite far apart, but with a light step under his feet, Di Shitian, who turned into a blood demon, had already carried a cruel momentum and rushed into Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi diagram with a large amount of evil wind.

In the Tai Chi diagram, Indra Shitian was infinitely inflamed, and he wanted to slap Zhang Sanfeng with one palm to relieve the hatred he had been practicing the magic skills for many years in order to deal with the disaster.

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly appeared in front of Di Shitian, who turned into a blood demon without any warning, and was holding a hideous blood-colored weapon in his hand that was completely inconsistent with his image.

Indra's sharp claws were raised high, and in front of the huge blood magic body, Zhang Sanfeng was like an ant. He was extremely swelling and was about to use this implicit full force to completely kill Zhang Sanfeng.

If he could fight Dugu Qiubai, who defeated him decades ago, at this time, he would be sure to kill him with one move!

Zhang Sanfeng held the blood blade in his hand, and his mind was connected to the Tai Chi diagram under his body. A considerable part of the Dharma body formed by the blood mist staring around Indra was suddenly purified into spiritual energy, revealing Indra who looked confused and doubted life.

The next moment, the remaining blood mist was absorbed by the blood blade in Zhang Sanfeng's hand, and the blood blade was raised high, pointing to the inactive Indra.

Indra:...

The blood blade fell, and Di Shitian's life passed away in an instant, and he pounced down to the ground. The Xuanbing mask on his face, which hit the ground first, was smashed to pieces.

Zhang Sanfeng regained his blood blade and his eyes fell on the gray "return" option in the task panel.
Chapter completed!