After coming out of the dungeon, Cao Zhe did not offer to fight in Guo Jing's place.
He knew that Guo Jing would definitely not agree.
And it was useless for him to play instead of Guo Jing.
The key to the problem is not the Mongol invasion, but the changes in the world that force Guo Jing to leave this world.
In a sense, Guo Jing went astray.
He did not become the Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles who truly opened up new territories and transformed new heavens.
But he can't be like Cao Zhe, who can transform the world's martial arts and push the world upward and develop deeper.
After looking left and right, he fell into an embarrassing deadlock.
Of course, if it weren't for Cao Zhe, he would still be successful.
Even if he broke through and left the world twenty years ago, he is still the undisputed number one.
Because he managed to unify the Central Plains and create a powerful country. At the same time, he was the first person to break boundaries, break the void, and create the legend of ascension.
Therefore, in a sense, Guo Jing's embarrassment was caused by Cao Zhe.
After leaving the palace, Guo Jing went directly to Zhenshan Division to ask for Wang Yu's route map to the border pass, and then he hurried off in pursuit of the direction.
As for Cao Zhe, he had to return to Wudang Mountain first.
Although heaven and earth are trying to force Guo Jing to leave this time of catastrophe, the ending may not be that simple.
For the world, Guo Jing's departure is a victory, and it doesn't have to care about the outcome.
However, Cao Zhe still had to protect all these living beings according to his true heart.
Under the great catastrophe, try to reduce the suffering of the people as much as possible.
The white eagle soaring in the sky followed his master and flew towards the increasingly cold north.
From Diao's perspective, what he saw was a crowd of people like ants, charging toward the tall and towering city wall like a tide, charging without fear of death.
Galloping horses, waving flags, roaring artillery fire, taut bowstrings...
Everything is combined into a song of blood and iron.
attack! attack! attack!
The roaring and fighting sounds were particularly hoarse amidst the billowing smoke and roar of artillery fire.
The ground was washed by artillery fire, and the originally solid frozen soil became a little muddy under the blood.
The war horse lying in a pool of blood was moaning in despair, holding the remains of its dead comrade in its mouth.
The fallen warrior struggled and wriggled on the road leading to the pass, looking firmly at the direction of progress.
The heavy snow instantly buried some corpses and some injured people who were frozen and unable to move. At this time, there was no difference between them.
The bows, arrows and bullets were aimed in the same direction.
boom!
On the city wall, the barrel of another fort burst.
The five or six soldiers responsible for firing the cannon were blown to pieces in an instant, and a small gap appeared on the city wall.
A large number of soldiers immediately carried boiling water and poured it down the gap.
Within a moment, the gap was covered with a thick layer of ice.
The originally strong wall seemed to become even more indestructible when it was wrapped in a thick layer of ice.
The continuous low temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero makes it difficult for the iron cannons, which are not made of very strong materials, to continue attacking in such a harsh environment. Pipe explosions occur from time to time. Gradually, iron cannons on the city walls are still functioning. Fewer and fewer.
Although the city wall is thick, the Mongolian soldiers are also elite.
He threw out the iron hook from a long distance, grabbed the city wall from a distance, pulled the rope, and quickly climbed up the city wall.
Soldiers wearing cold iron armor, with stiff red hands, holding flintlock guns, were shooting at the Mongolian soldiers who were galloping towards the city wall on horseback, and then fought with the Mongolian soldiers who climbed up using iron hooks and zip lines. In a ball.
Strong winds and blizzards made the soldiers' shooting accuracy poor.
As for those Mongolian warriors, if they don't attack and don't break into the warm pass, they and their wives and children will only die in increasingly bad conditions.
It's a fight for survival, and from a cold perspective, there doesn't seem to be any good or evil until they go on a killing spree.
Wang Yu arrived at the border earlier than Guo Jing expected.
He took an improved steamboat and went all the way up the river. When he arrived at the border area, he rode a fast horse. In only three days, he arrived at the border, flying thousands of miles all the way, which was a long and dusty journey.
Standing on the city wall, looking at those ferocious and roaring faces, Wang Yu's expression was as gloomy as water.
Naturally, he had already received the news that Wu Dunru took the initiative to fight, lost 30,000 yuan, and also sent a large number of guns and ammunition to the enemy.
No matter how much he resented Wu Dunru's ineffectiveness, even if he captured Wu Dunru and cut him into pieces, it would not be able to alleviate the crisis at this time.
The Mongols were proficient with bows and horses, and with muskets as a supplement to their attack, their offensiveness suddenly increased a lot.
Now we can only use the thickness of the city wall to fight a tug of war with them.
However, this is not what Wang Yu is worried about.
"Explosives and artillery!"
"I'm not the only one who makes them."
"Just because I have the resources of the entire Dayue at my disposal, I am technically more mature and ahead."
"But the Mongols don't need much mature technology. They can even use human flesh to carry bombs and then attack the city wall..." Wang Yu looked at the crazy faces below and had no doubt about their determination.
Boom!
An explosion completely confirmed Wang Yu's guess.
The thick city wall shook slightly, and a large area of ice at the foot of the wall was shattered, and some real wall bricks had been shaken.
Subsequently, more fast horses, controlled by Mongolian warriors, rushed towards the gap in the city wall.
Bursts of fire exploded, and a small piece of the tall and strong city wall collapsed.
A large number of sandbags, along with bricks and stones, were thrown out of the gap.
Pots of hot water were poured on quickly.
In such cold weather, watering is more effective than cementing.
A tall flagpole stood in the distance.
An old blind man with white hair, a withered face, a mouth full of bloodstains, and blindness was erected on the flagpole, with the violent wind and snow constantly beating his old face.
"Guo Jing! This is your mentor, the master who raised you up."
"If you still have some backbone and are still the Golden Sword Consort we know, come out immediately and fight our national master."
"Whether you win or lose, we will let your master go." A bald man stood on a high place, holding a loudspeaker and shouting at the city wall.
They seemed certain that Guo Jing would definitely come.
Even if they don't come, this move can shake Dayue's military morale.
"how?"
"Don't you dare show up?"
"Or are you saying that you have changed in your bones and are no longer Guo Jing, so you no longer recognize this great master?"
"If this is the case, then we summon an eagle to eat your great master and let him return to the Immortal Heaven in your place." Provocative voices came again and again.
Suddenly there was an explosion.
The sound of thunder from the sky shook the wind and snow.
Wang Yu disguised himself as Guo Jing, stood on the city wall, and slapped the man who was shouting.
It was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that shocked Baili with its full offensive power.
