Murong Fu wanted to see how the army of this era attacked the city. How could he leave like this? He immediately said, "General Lu, don't worry. The three of us have nothing else. We have many ways to save our lives. It's okay."
Ah Zi whispered, "You'd better take care of yourself."
Only then did Lu Wenhuan notice that Ah Zi's face had become extremely delicate and beautiful, as if she were a fairy descending to earth. He was startled, and then looked at Murong Fu with a meaningful look, nodded and said nothing.
Qiu Chuji liked to make friends with Taoist people. When he saw Murong Fu with his ethereal temperament, and Lin Chaoying still wearing Taoist robes, he immediately regarded the two as members of the Taoist sect, stepped forward and bowed, "I am a poor Taoist Quanzhen Zhang
Teach Qiu Chuji, I have met two Taoist friends and dare to ask where they live?"
Murong Fu smiled and was about to reply when Lin Chaoying suddenly snorted coldly, "Who is your Taoist friend? Big or small."
As soon as she saw Qiu Chuji's Taoist robes, she immediately recognized that this person must be Wang Chongyang's disciple and grandson. He was at least one generation younger than her. How dare he call her a fellow Taoist? How could he look good on him? What's more, she didn't care about Quan Quan.
I don’t have a good impression of people who are true believers.
In fact, Qiu Chuji originally knew about the existence of the Tomb Sect and Lin Chaoying, but he had never seen her in person, so he didn't recognize her. After hearing this, his face froze slightly, and then he gave a neat and tidy salute to a junior, "
It's because I'm so arrogant, I've met the two seniors."
Although he has a hot temper, he is also a person who attaches great importance to rules and etiquette. Judging from the age of these two people, they are obviously much older than him, so it is not wrong to call them senior.
On the other hand, Murong Fu was secretly relieved. Ten years ago, when he saw the second-generation Quanzhen sect disciples, they still kept silent. Ten years later, at most, he could only have friendships with people like Qiu Chuji, but now he is
Being called a senior makes me feel proud and proud.
Since everyone calls him "Senior", of course he had to show some expression, so he stroked his long beard and said, "Please get up, little friend. You and I are from different walks of life, so there is no need to be polite."
Qiu Chuji looked solemn, "The Taoist sect in the world is one family, and these rules and etiquette cannot be ignored. I still ask the seniors to pay homage to the juniors."
He said and bowed.
Murong Fu stood there stricken and accepted his salute, and then waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay, you just need to bow twice. I haven't been included in the immortal class yet, but I can't afford your three bows. I will be broken."
Blessed."
Qiu Chuji was about to get up, but after hearing this, he had to bow again.
Lin Chaoying gave Murong Fu a vague look. She really didn't know what kind of person this person was. Sometimes he was cold and ruthless, sometimes he was overbearing and arrogant, sometimes he was selfish, but sometimes he liked to use some small means to tease others. Although this method
It seemed to her to be extremely childish, but somehow she felt the urge to laugh.
After Qiu Chuji finished the ceremony, Song Yuanqiao on the other side also stepped forward and bowed, "Junior Song Yuanqiao, I have met the two seniors."
People say that all Taoist sects in the world are one family, and the Wudang sect can be considered a branch of the Taoist sect. Naturally, it would be hard for him to turn a blind eye.
As for Kong Wen and Zhou Zhiruo, they just nodded. They had never heard of Murong Fu at all. They only took a few more glances when they saw that Lu Wenhuan was quite polite to these three people.
Huang Rong smiled and said, "Old god, we meet again."
Murong Fu knew that she would be up to no good when she opened her mouth, so he immediately said, "Yes, but I'm afraid you don't have time to reminisce with me."
Huang Rong was stunned. At this moment, a loud shout suddenly shook the sky outside the city, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
When I turned around, I saw that the Mongolian army had assembled and was slowly advancing towards the moat.
"No, they are attacking the city. Everyone, if Zhang wants to go to the south gate to supervise the battle, he will not accompany him." One of the generals said immediately.
Several other people also looked at Lu Wenhuan.
Lu Wenhuan nodded, "Just follow the general's previous deployment and go ahead."
Murong Fu, Lin Chaoying, and Azi came to the crenellation and saw the black and moving heads rushing towards the city wall. It really felt like dark clouds were pressing over the city.
The Mongolian soldiers were still more than fifty feet away from the moat. At this time, the herald on the city wall suddenly shouted, "Prepare the divine arm crossbow, fire!"
In an instant, there was a burst of chi chi chi, and thousands of feather arrows shot out at once. The divine arm crossbow is famous for its long range. It can hit even from fifty or sixty feet away, and its lethality is not weak.
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The Mongolian soldier at the forefront immediately raised the sandbag on his shoulder over his head to act as a shield, while the soldiers behind raised their shields and joined together. Despite this, many people still fell down instantly.
The Mongolian soldiers kept advancing at a considerable speed until they were thirty feet away from the moat. Lu Wenhuan's deputy general waved the command flag, and the herald conveyed the order, "Prepare for the second round, let go."
This time, I was shooting ordinary bows and arrows. Compared with the divine arm crossbow, both the range and the lethality are much smaller. It can only shoot not far in front of the moat. It is better to have a large amount of arrows. I saw arrows raining down in an instant.
, the Mongolian soldiers fell down row after row, like cutting wheat.
Of course, this damage was nothing to the endless Mongolian army. The soldiers behind quickly picked up the sandbags and continued to advance towards the moat.
Less than a quarter of an hour after the war started, many corpses were already lying in front of the moat. Correspondingly, many sandbags were thrown into the river, and some even fell in together with the corpses.
Speaking of this, some people may wonder, why not just fill the river with corpses?
In fact, this is a taboo on the battlefield. Whether you encounter traps or moats on the battlefield, you must not fill the river with the corpses of soldiers unless it is absolutely necessary, because this will chill the hearts of the living soldiers, and at least lower morale and affect the war situation.
At worst, there would be a mutiny and a rout, something even Temujin would not dare to do.
Otherwise, with such a large army, they can easily and quickly cross the moat by sacrificing only a small part, and Xiangyang City will not be able to defend it for long.
The battle is still going on, with arrows raining from the sky one after another, and the moat has been dyed red, but there are still no waves even after the sandbags and corpses are dropped, which shows that it is still very early for it to be filled.
"Brother-in-law, I want to go back." Ah Zi suddenly leaned into Murong Fu's ear and whispered.
Murong Fu turned around and saw that the girl's face was slightly pale. She was obviously not used to this most primitive killing scene.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Murong Fu took her little hand in his, squeezed it gently and comforted her.
Ah Zi immediately felt relieved, but she still insisted on going back. Murong Fu had no choice but to let her go. He thought that the city was now under martial law, so there would be no danger. "Then be careful and wait for me in the Lu Mansion."
"Well, brother-in-law, be careful too."
After Azi left, the Mongolian army had advanced to the front of the moat. Countless shields formed square formations to block the rain of arrows from the sky. The remaining soldiers filled the river and shot arrows.
Don’t underestimate the Mongolian crossbows. The Yuan Dynasty is known as the empire on horseback. In addition to riding, it is also good at archery. The bone spirit bow it invented by itself has a range that is not as good as the divine arm crossbow.
Not far away, casualties began to appear on the city wall.
"The injured will go down immediately for treatment, and the team behind will take over." Lu Wenhuan gave the order.
In this kind of siege battle, both the attacker and the defender compete for endurance. Whoever can persist to the end will be the winner. Lu Wenhuan clearly understands this, so he pays great attention to keeping the soldiers physical. The archers are divided into more than ten teams.
Each team shoots for two rounds, then switches to the next team.
The disciples of the Beggar Clan were on standby under the city wall, ready to transport arrows, weapons and baggage at any time. Some people who were good at bows and arrows would spontaneously replenish their ranks whenever they saw a soldier fall.
Murong Fu and Lin Chaoying stood on the edge of the city wall. Murong Fu looked calm and calm, while Lin Chaoying was worried. Each of them was covered with a layer of almost transparent Qi. Whenever an arrow was shot,
If you come over, it will automatically bounce away, and there is nothing you can do about it.
This scene fell in the eyes of Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others, and they were all shocked. Even Guo Jing, the most powerful among them, could not resist the bow and arrow so invisible and traceless.
Kong Wen, Song Yuan and others all looked at Guo Jing with some curiosity. Song Yuanqiao smiled and asked, "Master Guo, when did you invite such experts to help you and didn't you introduce him to me?"
Guo Jing shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's embarrassing to say that these two are the old gods rumored in the city, but Guo still doesn't know their true origins."
After hesitating for a moment, he added, "According to Ronger's speculation, these two are friends rather than enemies."
Kong Wen and others were slightly startled when they heard this and did not ask any more questions.
Zhou Zhiruo, on the other hand, frowned slightly and stared at Murong Fu's back. The familiar feeling returned.
At this time, Huang Rong came to Murong Fu's side and said, "The two of you are so lucky. Your skills have reached the state of transformation. They are spread out without leaving a trace. I admire you."
"Little girl, you've received the award. A little cultivation is nothing." Murong Fu replied calmly without even looking at her.
"Huh, little girl, you are so smooth!" Huang Rong cursed in her heart, then changed the subject, "You two have been watching for so long, do you have any advice?"
Lin Chaoying shook her head slightly. She wanted to learn from him, but the problem was that she didn't know how to fight at all, and she couldn't be Murong Fu's master. She could only watch and worry.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows. He was indeed a little confused, and simply asked, "I see that these Mongolian soldiers seem...not very interested in general, and they are not as powerful as the rumors. Could it be that these Mongolian soldiers are not Mongolian soldiers?"
Soldier?"
Although the army below the city tower was wearing Mongolian military uniforms, he did not forget that half of the 800,000-strong army were Khitan people. It would make sense if these soldiers below were Liao people.
Unexpectedly, Huang Rong shook her head, "Senior has a keen eye and can see through the crux at a glance, but these are Mongolian soldiers under the city."
Murong Fu said nothing and waited for her next words.
Huang Rong rolled her eyes slightly, "It's true that the Mongolian army is scornful, but it benefits from two points. First, the cavalry is already superior in terms of momentum. Second, the Mongolian army always adheres to the principle of 'Whoever gets it wins.
Whose principles are they? Of course they are as ferocious as wolves, but this time is different."
Speaking of this, Huang Rong kept her mouth shut.
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows, "What's the difference?"
A smile flashed in Huang Rong's eyes, and she continued, "This time the Mongolian cavalry changed to infantry to attack the city. If you give up your own advantages and use your shortcomings to attack the other's strengths, the most important thing is that I heard that Emperor Yuan ordered
, this time the troops are sent out to ban plundering, these Tatars are used to eating meat, and if they suddenly switch to vegetarianism, how can they be interested in it."
At the end of the sentence, the smile turned into a bitter smile, and I didn't know whether I should be lucky or unfortunate.