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Chapter 620 Show Your Face ([-])

Seeing a roughly round stone that weighed about two hundred and seventy-eight catties after simple polishing, it smashed towards his left hand side.

After one or two breaths at most, it will fall to the ground.

The few soldiers at the landing point had no time to dodge, so they could only instinctively block a shield in front of themselves.

But even they themselves knew that facing the astonishing power of such a large stone, this kind of wooden hand could not stop anything at all.

So after the scene where the expressions on their faces suddenly turned pale,
While Guo Jing's face became serious, he finally couldn't help but make a move.

He took a deep breath, bent his left leg slightly, bent his right arm inwards, and drew a circle with his right palm, then greeted the falling stone with a "hu~".

Faced with such a crisis, he actually resorted to a trick in "The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon": Kanglong has regrets.

With a muffled sound of 'Boom~', the big stone was hit by Guo Jing's palm while the stone chips were flying, and it immediately changed its direction in the air.

It bounced back towards the left side obliquely, and flew about ten steps before falling.

It's so hard to die, there just happened to be a ladder here, which was just put on the city wall.

Seven or eight Han soldiers gritted their teeth and used their bodies and weight to firmly hold the bottom of the ladder to prevent the ladder from being overturned by the Song people holding wooden forks on the city wall.

A group of five brave men from the Han army climbed up with a weapon in one hand and a ladder in the other; at their speed, they could successfully ascend the city in just a few seconds.

It's a pity that the big rock that Guo Jing threw into the air coincidentally fell on the person in charge.

The musculoskeletal drama that directly smashed the man fell downwards; the next few Han soldiers were also knocked down together.

The Han army who was resisting the ladder below was also knocked down, and the scene was so embarrassing.

Guo Jing and Guo Daxia, who made such a feat, did not even shake their bodies slightly under the impact of such a large stone.

It seems that just a single palm of his hand has blocked a huge crisis.

Seeing this, all the soldiers of the Song Dynasty and the heroes of the rivers and lakes all shouted 'OK~' in their mouths.

Morale, which was already low due to the long battle and the continuous bombardment of the return artillery, immediately skyrocketed.

But at this moment, Guo Jing, who was the center of the applause, couldn't feel happy at all.

What made him feel so solemn was not only because his second daughter, Guo Xiang, was kidnapped by the Jinlun Fawang a few months ago.

Although his wife Huang Rong and Yue Zhang, as well as Master Yideng, Zhou Botong and many other masters all went to the rescue.

But so far, no good news has been sent back.

And Yang Guo, the only heir of a sworn brother, didn't know if he did some stupid things because of his relationship with the little dragon girl?
Guo Jing was naturally very concerned about the safety of these close relatives.

But at this moment, as the soul of Xiangyang City, the most nervous thing in his heart is because of the stone cannons operated by those Semu people under the city.

Guo Jing had obtained "Wu Mu's Suicide Note", such a legacy of the art of war of Grandpa Yue.

With the Mongolian army conquering countless countries, he obtained the status of "Golden Sword Son-in-law".

Even now, he has spent sixteen or seventeen years in this town of Xiangyang alone; his experience in warfare can be said to be extremely rich.

It was also the same, he was the one who saw that since the Mongols had more of this kind of stone cannon, it would be a huge disaster for Xiangyang City.

Because they launch stones, they are quite good at aiming at the head, and their power is even more amazing.

In the huge city of Xiangyang, only after he shot with all his strength, could he withstand the damage of this kind of stone to the city wall.

It's just that he, Guo Jing, can hold one or two, at most dozens of such big rocks in a row, and he is afraid that he has exhausted all his strength.

Besides, with him alone on the huge city wall, he couldn't handle it at all. It was just a small section of the city wall that could last thirty or fifty paces.

It is foreseeable that if there is no way to deal with these stone cannons, the tall city walls of Xiangyang City will be bombed down sooner or later.

At that time, without the advantage of city defense, the soldiers and civilians and heroes in the city will fight to the death, but how can they resist in front of the Mongols with several times the number and strength?

So in the time before the shot, after a period of consideration, Guo Jing had already made a decision in his heart:
No matter how huge the price is, the stone cannons of the foolish people under the city must be set on fire.

Among them, a key question is involved:

Those stone cannons are dead, but the women who operate them are alive; even if he leads all the masters in the city to fight, the most likely thing is to burn these stone cannons.

Those Semu people saw something wrong, as long as they dropped their stone cannons and rode away.

They just wanted to chase and kill in the chaos, so how could they have time?

As long as there are people on the Mongolian side, it will be a delay for a while. After all, this amazingly powerful stone cannon can continue to be built.

There is no fundamental solution to the fundamental crisis of Xiangyang City.

It's a pity that no matter how rich Guo Jing's military experience is, since the beginning of the morning, Xiangyang City has been bombarded by that stone for more than an hour, and he still hasn't come up with a way to completely solve this trouble.

In the end, Guo Jing had no choice but to decide to burn the stone cannons first.

In short, these stone cannons cannot be allowed to continue bombing.

As for how to completely solve this problem, I still have to wait until my virtuous wife, Rong'er, returns to discuss whether there are any better ways.

After thinking of this, Guo Jing immediately prepared to call his son-in-law Yeluqi, and explained to him in detail that he would definitely bring the disciples of the Beggar Clan to help General Lu Wende defend the city.

And he himself, of course, waited for a group of masters to come out and burn those foolish stone cannons.

Then, before he opened his mouth to call Yeluqi over, a huge change suddenly happened on the battlefield, which made Guo Jing dazzled...

It was in the northwest corner outside Xiangyang City, when suddenly there was a shrill sound of bull horns.

Instinctively, the people on the city wall looked over there, and Guo Jing could immediately see that there were about [-] infantry troops coming out of the forest.

At the moment they came out, these infantry were divided into two groups.

One of them went straight to the city, and the other went to the place where the Mongolian army had a big banner.

Under today's bright sunshine, patches of sunlight reflected off these people's bodies, and it turned out that many of them were wearing high-quality armor.

And with the feet galloping in unison, not only is the speed extremely fast, but the formation is also roughly intact.

Just such a scene, Guo Jing's many years of fighting experience can tell that the two thousand people who suddenly appeared under the city are definitely an elite and powerful army that is rarely seen in the world.

From the direction they appeared, Guo Jing could tell that these people were friends rather than enemies.

Under the circumstances that Xiangyang City would not receive any reinforcements at all during this battle, there is actually such an elite and powerful army to assist.

Even if the number was small, it still excited Guo Jing and everyone in the city.

It's just that after seeing the reaction from the Mongolian side, everyone was originally happy, but it immediately took a sharp turn.

Because after a Mongolian cavalry centurion first discovered these reinforcements, they blew their horns for help.

On the one hand, they whipped their war horses and rushed towards that side actively, intending to use salvo tactics to entangle these reinforcements first.

In the sound of the horn for help, the Mongolian cavalry team of [-] people who were originally used to supervise the battle immediately took action.

Also after being divided into two, they killed the two support troops respectively.

As for those Han troops who retreated from the siege before, they are all sitting on the ground, without any reaction at all.

Between the two sides, there is at least five times the difference in strength.

What's more terrible is that all the troops currently dispatched by the Mongolian side are still cavalry with high-speed mobility and impact.

After seeing such a situation, even the rookies on the city wall who are most unfamiliar with war.

It can also be seen that such an unknown source of reinforcements is finished.

Under the siege and interception of the Mongolian cavalry, let alone successfully entering the city, it would be a huge extravagant hope for them to escape.

With a simple idea that they don't want to see the support army that came out after so much effort, the whole army cannot be wiped out; the people on the city wall instinctively looked at Guo Jing.

I hope that Guo Daxia can come up with an idea, or take them out of the city to meet them.

Even if [-]% or even [-]% of the support army under the city can survive, it is a good result.

Faced with these expectant eyes, Guo Jing felt inexplicably bitter.

With Guo Jing's personality, if there was even a slight possibility, how could he sit back and watch such a support army be destroyed before his eyes.

It's just that at the current time, there are still Mongols in camps twenty miles north of the city on other sides of Xiangyang City, and there are high smoke and dust rising.

There is no doubt that they are Mongolian cavalry from other positions, galloping towards this side.

If he rushes out of the city to rescue with the army in the city, not only will the people he brings out be very dangerous; he may even be fooled and take the opportunity to seize the city gate.

Not to mention, the original plan to go out of the city and burn the stone cannons was a complete failure.

Therefore, such a decision to take the risk of Xiangyang City was something he, as the actual soul of the defenders of Xiangyang City, could not make at all.

In the end, Guo Jing silently made a decision in his heart:
"No matter who leads the army to help, he is a great hero and a good man, so naturally Guo cannot ignore the safety of Xiangyang City.

But even if Guo Mou was smashed to pieces, he still wanted to rescue this hero. "

In this way, Guo Jing made the decision to go deep into the enemy army alone and risk his life to rescue the opponent's coach.

What he didn't know was that the opponent's coach was about to pretend to be aggressive in front of them, no!It should be a show, so there is no need for Guo Daxia to risk his life to rescue him.

So, Guo Daxia is completely worrying too much...

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In Guo Jing, there are also a group of soldiers and civilians at the head of Xiangyang City. The support army that is currently worried about their safety is naturally the Xuange Battalion led by Hu Biao.

The so-called two flowers bloom, one for each branch, here let us talk about it first, under the leadership of Hu Biao himself.

Currently facing Xiangyang City, what happened when the Mongolian returned to the artillery position and directly killed a team in the past.

The B battalion led by them, including Yebushou battalion, has a total of more than [-] people.

Just after forming the formation, the general came out from the hidden forest, and saw a centurion composed entirely of Mongolian Qingqi.

Already blowing the horn desperately, while killing towards this side.

With both sides advancing at high speed, it only took 3 minutes, and the centurion had already entered within 300 meters of the formation.

Xu saw it, even after a burst of rapid advancement, the formation here was still barely neat.

That 40-year-old and extremely experienced Mongolian centurion was also quite shrewd, and he didn't choose to charge forward directly against an opponent ten times more powerful.

Even seeing the three rows of Song reinforcements rushing forward, they were all covered in strange armor from head to toe.

After a very short time of turning his mind, he already had a clear strategy in his mind.

Specifically, with a yell from his mouth, when our team rushed fifty steps ahead of the Xuan Ge camp.

The senior captain at the front already pulled his horse's head with a tacit understanding, leading the entire centurion to pass diagonally.

At the same time, all the Mongolians got a riding bow and a heavy arrow in their hands.

Make up your mind, even if you continue to bleed these Song people by riding and shooting, it will be delayed until the follow-up reinforcements arrive, and then kill these reckless Song reinforcements all at once.

Needless to say, there is nothing wrong with the tactics of these fools.

If there must be any problem, it is that the opponent they encountered this time cannot be considered with common sense at all.

"Mo Dao Shou, put on the visor, shoot the gun and get ready~"

Seeing that the Mongolian cavalry did not rush up, but used the cavalry and shooting tactics unusually; the moment the opponent took the bow in his hand, Hu Biao yelled out a sentence.

Under Hu Daxia's order, all the crowd are composed of heroes with big arms, round waists and deep internal strength, and even the plate armor is tailor-made Mo Dao hands.

In the past three months or so, that kind of reaction developed into a conditioned reflex.

Immediately put down all the visors that were originally pushed up, "Kaka~", although now I can only look out through the gaps reserved by the visor, and my vision has been considerably affected.

But in an instant, it can be regarded as making up for the last weakness of this set of armor.

He also used his own body to form a barrier for the comrades behind him.

In the next second, a rain of arrows "嗖嗖~" hit, the armor-piercing heavy arrows from the Mongolian side and the Western-style plate armor carefully crafted by the Xuange Camp, a head-to-head confrontation took place between the two sides without fancy.

In an instant, the grinning grin on the greasy face of Mengren's centurion was completely frozen.

On the one hand, it was because he didn't see it at all, as expected, the armor-piercing arrow shot by our side pierced through the strange tortoise shell-like armor on the opponent's body.

Then these Song people screamed in their mouths, and fell to the ground one by one, the familiar scene.

In fact, most of the precise and heavy arrows shot by his warriors just hit the opponent's armor and were directly thrown away by the bullets.

It just shot out a little spark, or left a little unclear trace.

Even with a small amount of armor-piercing arrows, after shooting through the opponent's armor, they successfully hung on the opponent's body.

But the actions of those Song people seemed to be unaffected at all, as if they were not injured at all.

On the other hand, when the Mengren Qingqi of this centurion shot arrows in their hands one after another, Hu Biao also shouted another sentence in his mouth:
"Throwing gunner, throw~"

Under such an order, more than 300 spear-throwers threw out the spear-throwers that had raised their right hands to the ears.

Talk!Hu Biao vaguely remembered that the world record for throwing a gun in modern times should have reached a distance of 100 meters after a little distance.

Of course, he is a person who specializes in eating this bowl of rice, and has gone through an unknown number of years of training.

There are also special coaches to correct their throwing movements and postures.

Because Er Fatty, the number one expert in spear throwing in the team, unfortunately died at the hands of Jinlun Fawang in the battle in Nanyang City.

Therefore, the shooters of the Xuan Ge Battalion regretted not being able to receive more professional guidance.

But even so, relying on the unscientific internal strength of a group of heroes, the distance of 100 meters can basically be reached by the team's shooters.

For them, the distance of fifty steps and 60 meters is just like a game, and it can not only guarantee a strong lethality.

In terms of accuracy, it is also quite guaranteed.

Therefore, after a round of throwing spears, including the centurion, the centurion of the Mongolian cavalry was knocked to the ground almost instantly.

People and horses were nailed through and brought down by spears, and even one person and one horse were nailed to the ground.

It is said that it is almost because there is still a lucky man who survived such a dense shooting of guns.

It's just that this one saw the fellow clan around him, but during the time he blinked his eyes, almost all of them were knocked down in panic.

Then I was scared and peed on Lucky, but in fact, he lived a little longer than the others.

Because in the blink of an eye, Hu Biao took out a throwing gun from the gun bag that his teammates around him, that is, the team was carrying, and threw it out casually.

Nailed the last Mongolian man, man and horse together.

Still cursing in his mouth, he yelled: "What the hell! If I knew it, I would have only used half of the shooters to shoot..."

(End of this chapter)