In such a critical situation, there was no trace of fear in Meng Ge's eyes, and what he revealed was still strong self-confidence.
He stood there calmly, with a solemn expression, as if he was examining Wang Jian.
"Sweat!"
The commander-in-chief of Xue's army, Gu La, has arrived wearing armor.
Tonight, if the Song army can suddenly attack here, Gu La will be the one to blame.
But now, he could only shout: "Please stay away, Khan!"
Meng Ge didn't even look back.
"This Khan, at the age of fifteen, campaigned in the east and west, and at the age of twenty-five, he took command and led the army. He was invincible in battles and conquered all attacks. He destroyed the countries of Buri'er, Kipchak, and Orosi, and made the map of the Great Mongolia reach the
It is unprecedentedly vast. However, I have been blocked under this small mountain city for half a year."
Gu La was even more anxious, as if on fire, wishing he could just tie up Brother Meng and escape.
Now is obviously not the time to say these words.
"Now!" Brother Meng suddenly shouted, drowning out the sound of fighting in front, "Even the cowardly Song people have killed themselves in front of Ben Khan."
"Sweat profusely"
Gu La forgot to be anxious and only felt terrified.
"More than 100,000 troops entered Sichuan. You said that Diaoyu City is too small and cannot be deployed by the army. Then why can the Song army get here? Can't Ben Khan's 100,000 troops surround a small city?!"
Sweat kept flowing on Gu La's forehead and flowed into his thick beard. He did not dare to wipe it. He swallowed and said loudly: "Please stay away for a while, the Great Khan. I will kill these Song people for the Great Khan!"
"Qie Xue Jun, Qie Xue Jun established by Genghis Khan, Mu Huali, Chi Laowen, Borhu, and Borshu. Which name can't make the people of the world tremble and crawl under their horses' hooves?!"
Brother Meng said, finally lowering his head and staring at Gu La.
"The current Qie Xue Jun only drinks wine and eats meat, and rolls on women's bellies. It has become a place for retirement?! Can you still lift a machete?!"
Gu La finally felt the great wrath of the Great Khan.
This is more dangerous than the Song assassination.
Tonight, the people of Song Dynasty can retreat, but how can they wash away the humiliation of the Great Khan?
Under Meng Ge's authority, Gu La no longer panicked.
He stood up suddenly, drew out his scimitar, and held it high.
"Cowardly Xue Jun!"
Gu La shouted: "The Great Khan is watching you! Do you want to throw away all the glory passed down from the Genghis Khan era and carve the shame into your bones?!"
"No!"
Today's Qixue army has long been filled with children of Mongolian nobles, and is far less majestic than it used to be.
However, they are still one of the most powerful armies in the world.
Once the panic is over, they can still understand their shame and become brave again.
Groups of soldiers came over holding shields. The soldiers quickened their pace, struggled to put the shields in front of Meng Ge, and shouted: "I will defend the Great Khan to the death!"
Gu La strode forward and began to direct the defense.
Soon, he saw his son Chenghai fighting with the Song army.
Chenghai heard his father's shouts, and also heard the footsteps of the Mongolian army gradually becoming more orderly.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to retreat to the golden tent.
Because Wang Jian's offensive was too fierce, he could no longer withstand it.
"Protect the Great Khan!" Chenghai shouted.
This order was very clever. He did not say "let's retreat to the Great Khan", but only said that we would go over to protect the Great Khan.
The Mongolian army began to retreat while fighting, and retreated towards the mountainside.
Immediately, Song Jun's pressure eased and he regained his composure.
Only then did Wang Jian have time to look up.
He saw the formation in front of the golden tent, and saw a figure in a white felt robe gradually disappearing behind the shield.
Wang Jian couldn't help but trembled, became excited, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.
That's Meng Ge.
As long as Brother Meng is killed, the siege of Diaoyu City can be solved and the Song Dynasty can be saved.
"Fire the arrow! Shoot him to death!"
There was a "creak, creak" sound.
This is the sound of Song Jun winding the string.
Gu La stared.
He must not let the Song army shoot an arrow here.
"Weigh the sea! Don't retreat, block it!"
Gu La knew that his son was in danger. At this time, the Mongolian army and the guards had not yet finished gathering, and the Song army's offensive was at its most ferocious.
But Brother Meng was standing behind him.
What Brother Meng wants is not only safety, but also majesty.
Gu La could only give the order resolutely.
"Anyone who dares to take a step back will be shot immediately!"
Cheng Hai only had time to take two steps back. Hearing his father's decisive order, he couldn't help but stop and his face turned red.
"ah!"
He roared angrily and rushed towards Wang Jian.
One knife, two knives
Wang Jian raised his sword and kept blocking Zhong Hai's offensive.
He was already sixty years old and no longer had the same strength as when he was in his prime. What's more, he was seriously injured and had not recovered. He rushed to attack and kill all night long and rushed to this hillside.
Just now, we were almost able to force them back into the sea with their momentum.
As a result, this mature Mongolian man came forward with all his strength to kill him.
The scimitar can focus more force, and every time it strikes the blade of the broadsword, it can leave a deep slash.
"despair."
As Cheng Hai slashed down with his sword, Wang Jian's long sword finally broke into two pieces.
He is exhausted.
With the power of sharp arrows, the 300 brave soldiers of the Song Army broke through the two layers of guards of the Qiuxue Army and reached the last layer of defense in front of Meng Ge.
At this point, like the end of a powerful crossbow, fatigue has appeared.
With the obstruction of Chenghai's group, time was inevitably wasted, and more and more Mongolian troops were rushing here.
The situation gradually tilted towards the Song army's disadvantage.
"General!"
When Pang Shunzhong saw Wang Jian in danger, he quickly jumped up, grabbed Wang Jian and threw him to the ground.
The scimitar of the sea struck down, hitting Pang Shunzhong in the middle of the waist.
"Protect the general!"
Pang Shunzhong was seriously injured but refused to retreat and struggled to get up.
Behind him, two Song soldiers rushed up and forced Wang Jian, who was about to step forward, to take two steps back.
Wen Hai struck another blow, cutting into Pang Shunzhong's shoulder blade.
"Kill that General Song!"
"ah!"
Pang Shunzhong held on to Zheng Hai's sword tightly, stood up holding the knife with his bones, pounced, and bit Zheng Hai's hand.
Cheng Hai was furious, picked up the dagger hanging on his waist with his other hand, and stabbed him fiercely.
"Puff puff puff puff."
Pang Shunzhong's eyes gradually turned gray, but his teeth were still deeply embedded in the back of Cheng Hai's hand.
"Death!" Chenghai roared.
"puff!"
Wang Jian actually struggled out from the hands of his soldiers and slashed at Chenghai with his broadsword.
This knife was unable to cut through the bones and got stuck in Chenghai's neck.
Wang Jian was unable to draw the sword for a moment.
The surrounding Mongolian troops were frightened.
But Meng Ge and Gu La were behind them, so they didn't dare to collapse.
"Hold!"
Gu La saw his son dying in battle in front of him and was heartbroken.
But he still strode out immediately and commanded Qixue's army to continue their defense.
For him, the glory of the warrior, the trust of the Great Khan, and the grief of losing his son were intertwined in his heart. Only by annihilating these Song people could his pain be relieved.
"Don't retreat! Kill!"
At this point in the war, it was extremely brutal for both Song and Mongolia.
Either to kill or to protect Brother Meng, more and more blood flowed down, and more and more people died.
And this, Yu Mengge's power is just the tip of the iceberg. Not only hundreds of people, but tens of thousands of people live and die because of him, tens of millions of people, and even almost all the people in the world, the fate is controlled by him.
His life is extremely precious.
Meng Ge knew this.
He just put his extremely precious life here and looked at Wang Jian coldly.
There is only such a small distance between Wang Jian and Brother Meng, but it is as if they are separated by mountains and deep chasms.
He abandoned the sword in his hand and wanted to pounce.
However, a school general pounced on him and pulled him back.
"General, the opportunity has been missed! Retreat before the Mongolian army encircles you."
"General Li, please advise the general! If you don't retreat, it will be too late."
"Where's General Lee?!"
The battlefield was in chaos. The calmest military commander Song turned his head and suddenly realized that he had not seen Li Xia for a long time.
One hundred people from the Tongchuan Army have gone nowhere since they entered the Shizishan Camp.
"General Lee"
These three words reached Wang Jian's ears, and he gradually calmed down.
"Stop shouting!"
Wang Jian gave an order, raised his head and looked around, observing the situation on the battlefield at an extremely fast speed.
Mongolian troops came in an endless stream and stopped in front of the golden tent.
With Meng Ge's life at stake and the timid Xue army's defense, it was impossible for the Song people to get close to Meng Ge again.
Even if it takes a lot of effort to get here, if the opportunity is lost, it is lost.
In other words, it is extremely difficult to succeed from the beginning.