Today's Tokyo city is no longer the bustling scene it once was. The closed city gates, the deserted merchants on the streets, and the panic expressions on the faces of few pedestrians have given the entire city a rich and depressing atmosphere.
At dawn, Li Gang was fully dressed in military uniform, holding a four-edged iron mace in his hand and standing at the top of the city. He looked at the Jin Army camp in the distance, which was as dark as an ancient giant beast, with a solemn look on his face.
After many days of coaxing and deceiving, he finally gave up the new king's plan to follow the example of the Supreme Queen and escape before the enemy troops arrived.
At this moment, the Jinlu troops were approaching the city. Even if the emperor changed his mind and wanted to escape, he had no chance. The next step was to see if he could rely on the strong city at his feet to stop the Jinlu.
Originally, Li Gang was quite confident. There were millions of soldiers and civilians in Tokyo, sufficient food, grass and equipment, and the city was high and the pond was as deep as a rock.
Jinlu had been attacking the city for three consecutive days after arriving, but was repelled by the soldiers and civilians defending the city. Even though the casualty ratio between the attacking and defending sides was almost equal, our side still had a considerable advantage.
After all, there are only 60,000 golden soldiers under the city, and they will definitely not be able to compete with Tokyo, which has a population of one million.
And according to the latest news, reinforcements with a total strength of 200,000 are not far away and will arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest.
Because he was fully aware of the huge difference in combat power between the two armies, even if the reinforcements arrived, Li Gang did not plan to engage in a strategy of attacking from both inside and outside. He just wanted the reinforcements to build strong walls and deep trenches to hold on, echoing the diagonal trend in the city until When the gold captives exhausted all their food and took the initiative to retreat, they took advantage of the situation to pursue them. Not to mention total annihilation and victory, at least the vitality of this golden army must be severely damaged, making it unable to make a comeback in a short period of time.
But Li Gang knew that no matter how thorough his plan was, there was still one variable he could not deal with, and that was Pu Feng, the national master of the Jin Kingdom who came with the Jin soldiers.
He carefully asked Tong Guan, who had been reprimanded by the new king, and learned from this martial arts master what kind of damage could be caused after martial arts and Taoism reached the state of Pu Feng.
Jinlu couldn't attack the city for three days. It seems that the patience of the coach Wanyan Zongwang has been exhausted. It is impossible to ask Pu Feng to take action today. At present, the only person in the city who can rely on is an unknown old monk invited from the Shaolin Temple. Neither the Heavenly Master Zhang Jixian nor the envoys of Taoist Hu Yuan returned.
If Pu Feng really takes action, I really don't know if an unknown old monk can stop him.
In the midst of Li Gang's contemplation and worry, a red sun finally jumped out of the earth, and overwhelming golden light burst out, painting thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into a gorgeous golden light.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Thunderous war drums erupted in the Jin Army camp. When the camp gate opened, a group of about three thousand people roared out.
As this group of troops got closer and closer, Li Gang's heart sank lower and lower.
He has gradually seen clearly that there are dozens of Jin generals wearing fine armor at the front of this group of troops, including Wanyan Zongwang, the leader of this Jin army.
But Wanyan Zongwang was not the protagonist at this moment. He and these generals were surrounding a huge luxurious carriage drawn by four horses like stars holding the moon.
In the middle of the carriage stands a nine-curved yellow silk umbrella canopy. The top of the canopy and the hanging silk ribbons around it are densely painted with mysterious mantras and seals.
Under the umbrella, sitting cross-legged on a seat covered with noble white tiger skin, is a Toutuo. He has long hair shawl, a gold hoop on his head, rosary beads around his neck, and a black robe. He is Pu Feng, the national master of the Kingdom of Jin.
As if sensing Li Gang's gaze, Pu Feng, who had slightly closed his eyes, suddenly sneered. With a thought in his mind, the color of the world suddenly changed.
Boundless black clouds seemed to emerge out of thin air, instantly covering half of the sky above and behind Pu Feng. As Pu Feng's vehicle moved forward, the black clouds in the sky rolled forward like a tide, casting shadows on the ground. It also extends forward.
"Then...what is that?"
The Song army at the head of the city had already tempered themselves after three days of defending the city. They had begun to prepare swords, guns, bows and arrows, and rolling wood and rocks. They waited for the Jin soldiers to get close and attacked them head-on.
But seeing this terrifying scene that seemed like the end of the world, the courage that had finally been gathered was instantly dissipated. Many people asked each other with chattering teeth, and their faces were filled with fear.
"Namo Amitabha!"
Suddenly, a loud chant like a bell sounded from the city, and at the same time, a golden body of the Buddha sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform appeared above the city. Thousands of golden lights bloomed all over the body, complementing the sunlight in the sky. It could withstand the up and down interweaving like a swallow The black clouds and shadows were like a giant mouth that was about to swallow up the entire city of Tokyo.
The carriage Pu Feng was riding in suddenly stopped. He opened his slightly closed eyes and looked into the sky. Through the golden body of the Buddha, he saw the nameless old monk sitting in the same posture in the void, with a look of disdain on his face. , chuckled and said: "Little monk, with your meager conduct, even if you risk your body, appearance, and appearance, can you stop the Buddha?"
After saying that, a black flag about two feet tall suddenly rose up behind his head. On the black flag cloth was a six-petaled red lotus as red as blood, and the surrounding area was filled with red flames of fire totems.
The black flag flew high into the sky and waved gently in the wind. The flames drawn on the flag suddenly turned into reality and turned into red fire all over the sky. Many strange and bizarre images appeared vaguely in the flames: there are wonderful appearances of heaven and man, boundless bliss, and human beings in the world. There are separations and unions, joys and sorrows, asuras and yakshas, fighting with lust, wild beasts fighting, the weak eating the strong, the retribution of hell, sawing swords and cauldrons, and hungry ghosts staggering and wailing for food.
"Buddha's 'Six Paths of Fire Banner' can evolve into the Six Paths of Samsara. With an uncertain thought, the soul will fall into it, and then all kinds of scenes will appear and transform according to the mind. It will sink forever and cannot be transcended, and the body will be immediately burned by the fire and turned into ashes. The small one in the Black Water Shrine earlier. The girl has been holding on for a day and a night, but I don’t know how long you, a little monk, can hold on?”
Accompanied by the strange laughter of the general wind, thousands of feet of blazing fire carrying endless illusions surged toward the nameless old monk's Buddha's Dharma image overwhelmingly.
The nameless old monk, who is integrated with the golden body of the Dharma, has no sadness or joy on his face. He raises his right palm to his chest and pushes it straight out.
The image of the Buddha enveloping the body also performs the same action.
The "卍" mark on the Buddha's palm rotates around, blooming with immeasurable Buddha light, resisting the rolling fire.
Seeing the temporary stalemate between Liehuo and Foguang, the Song army at the top of the city breathed a sigh of relief, and their previously depressed morale began to recover.
Only Li Gang still looked serious.
He could see clearly that in just a moment, the Buddha's light was already moving backwards under the burning fire, and he was afraid that it would not be able to sustain it for too long.
Judging from the current situation, once the unknown old monk is defeated by the fierce power of Pu Feng, our side may be in danger of collapse without a fight.
"Could it be that God wants to destroy our Song Dynasty?"
For a moment, even though Li Gang's mind was as strong as gold and stone, he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.
