"Second brother, I'm hungry." Zhang Jing said coquettishly, touching her belly.
On a big maroon horse, Zhang Jing turned her head and acted coquettishly towards Fang Xuan. Her lovely face was a little red due to the cold wind, but her face was full of smiles.
Zhang Jing has been far away from Zhangjiabao since she woke up from a coma. Fang Xuan looks exactly like Zhang Qing, so Zhang Jing regards him as his second brother.
There are no living creatures in Zhangjiabao. Fang Xuan promised Zhang Qing to let her youngest sister live. Since she agreed, she must complete it. Moreover, this is the last request of his and my clone. If you agree to him, you are promising yourself.
Originally, Fang Xuan just wanted to find a family to adopt Zhang Jing, but when he met a group of beggars, he overheard a few familiar names.
Gang leader Huang Rong, hero Guo Jing...
What a divine eagle!
After knowing that this world was a divine eagle, Fang Xuan was both expecting and disappointed.
Naturally, I was looking forward to meeting my favorite characters when I was a child. Naturally, I was disappointed because it seemed that there was really nothing to gain from the world this time.
Compared to the world of Magic Sword Life and Death Chess, the value of force in the World of Divine Condor is even worse, let alone finding any methods of spiritual cultivation.
The "Nine Yin Manual", which is the general outline of martial arts in the world, only has the method of using mental power, such as the soul-obsessing technique, but does not have a method of cultivation.
"At the worst, I can find a few more small worlds to kill their clones and use my background to push forward the realm." Fang Xuan said softly.
"Second brother, what did you say?"
"It's nothing, are you cold?" Fang Xuan looked down at the little man in his arms and said with a smile.
Zhang Jing moved a few times, found a more comfortable position and leaned in Fang Xuan's arms, saying, "Second brother, your body is as hot as a stove, not cold at all."
Fang Xuan also laughed. He cultivated his Qi and blood in the physical realm of the eternal world. The Qi and blood throughout his body boiled, and he was immune to cold and heat. If he ran it at full power, it would be hotter than fire.
"Second brother, where are we going?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.
Fang Xuan took out a piece of beef jerky from the bag, stuffed it into Zhang Jing's mouth, watched her happily chewing it, and said, "Go to Xiangyang."
Zhang Jing's eyes also lit up and she said loudly: "Then can we see Daxia Guo?"
Fang Xuan was stunned and said with a smile: "Do you also know Guo Daxia?"
"Hmm, I heard my father and my second and third uncles say before that my father said that Guo Daxia is the most powerful and powerful hero in the world. Second brother, how powerful is Guo Daxia? Is he more powerful than dad?" Zhang Jing stared. He asked with cute big eyes.
"Yes, very powerful."
"Then, second brother, are you great?"
"No."
"Hehe, I knew the second brother was the most powerful." Zhang Jing said with a happy face.
The conversation between the two was overheard by another group of people on the road, and a bearded man yelled angrily.
"That boy, you are slandering Daxia Guo with such nonsense, didn't your parents teach you what education is?"
Fang Xuan's eyes turned cold.
"Zhao Qiu, it's just a child talking about Wuji. Do you take this seriously?" an old man holding a judge's pen said.
After speaking, he cupped his hands to Fang Xuan and said: "Sir, this friend of mine admires Guo Daxia very much and cannot bear to be slandered by others. My sister is younger and has childish words. However, this place is close to Xiangyang, and most of the people who come and go are for support." The people in Xiangyang’s world all come here to admire Daxia Guo, and there must be some people with hot tempers, so I’d better not say such things.”
Fang Xuan looked at the old man condescendingly and rode away without saying a word.
At such a scene, even the old man's face darkened.
So rude.
Zhao Qiu was even more furious and said angrily: "That kid, don't leave."
After saying that, he jumped up and grabbed Fang Xuan's shoulder.
"roll!"
Fang Xuan snorted coldly, and swatted Zhao Qiu away with his right hand like a fly, falling heavily into the pit beside him.
The old man's face was startled, and he ran quickly towards Zhao Qiu. At this time, Zhao Qiu was already unconscious, and his right arm was twisted irregularly and was obviously broken.
"You...how could you be so cruel that you broke his arm?" the old man said angrily.
Fang Xuan said coldly: "A small punishment but a big warning, next time it won't be about one arm."
"you……"
The old man was also furious, but the look in Fang Xuan's eyes was also extremely fearful when he thought that Zhao Qiu's strength was defeated by someone with a wave of his hand.
Fang Xuan didn't bother to pay attention and continued to ride his horse.
A few days later, they arrived at the outskirts of Xiangyang. At that time, the two armies had been fighting offensively and defensively for more than a month. Broken spears, broken spears, and blood and bones were found all over the mountains and fields, showing the brutality of the war.
On one side, a large Mongolian army leaped with angry horses, their armor was clanking, and their military appearance was extremely strong. Looking around, there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses.
Under the siege of soldiers and horses, Xiangyang City was like an isolated city, filled with a sense of loneliness and depression.
Woohoo~
The sound of the horn resounded throughout Xiangyang City, revealing a terrifying majesty.
The Mongolian and Yuan armies launched another attack, and thousands of catapults, driven by soldiers, slowly approached the city wall.
Huge boulders fell, and countless Song soldiers were crushed into flesh. Some flaming flints ignited the houses in the city, turning them into a sea of fire.
The Song army in Xiangyang City was also not to be outdone. Rolling stones, ramparts, gold juice... were thrown from the city wall from time to time.
A large number of Mongolian soldiers were left permanently under the city.
Corpses littered the fields, countless wounded, and wailing sounds endless.
Compared to other soldiers in the Song Dynasty who were as weak as their toes in combat, the soldiers in Xiangyang City looked as if they were ready to die. Although they showed fear on their faces, they still adhered to their duties in an orderly manner.
Because they knew what would happen if Xiangyang fell.
The Meng Yuan Dynasty was brutal and massacred cities at every turn.
At this time, many of the soldiers guarding Xiangyang Town had fled from other cities and knew the terror and cruelty of Meng Yuan. Even if they surrendered, they would inevitably die in the end.
The most important thing is that they also have Guo Jing and Guo Daxia who fight with them.
Standing on the city wall, Guo Jing looked handsome in black armor. His armor was stained with blood. He was holding a sword and mercilessly killed the enemies who climbed up the city wall.
"Brother Jing."
Guo Jing fought off a wave of attacks by Mongolian soldiers. He turned around and saw Huang Rong standing aside, full of concern. He suppressed the fatigue in his heart and said, "Rong'er, how are the casualties?"
"Brother Jing, don't worry. I have ordered the disciples of the Beggar Clan to maintain order in the city, treat wounded soldiers, and divert water to put out fires. There will be no chaos in the city."
"That's good, that's good."
After hearing the good news, Guo Jing was relieved and felt physically weak. Huang Rong hurriedly stepped forward to help him, with a look of distress on his face. Especially when he saw the few strands of white hair on Guo Jing's left side, she felt pity for him.
Brother Jing had dozens of white hairs after one fierce attack by the enemy.
While the two were resting, they suddenly heard cheers from the audience. The Mongolian soldiers shouted "Long live, long live, long live."
