Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

Song Yuanqiao is dead?

When they heard this, everyone present looked at each other, feeling a little unbelievable. Song Yuanqiao was the acting head of Wudang Mountain. Not only was he powerful, but he also had the secret treasure of Wudang Mountain. How could he die like this?

His death was so mysterious that even his disciples didn't know how he died.

Why does this thing sound so weird?

However, even if this matter is full of weirdness, it cannot be solved by random thinking at the moment.

After chatting for a few more words, the convoy, led by the imperial army cavalry composed of Wudang Mountain disciples, headed towards Xiangyang City. The closer it got to Xiangyang City, the more desolate it became and could no longer be seen. There was no human presence, and only the blood and bones of corpses piled densely on the ground showed that countless battles had broken out along the way.

Although the Mongolian cavalry regarded the Xiangyang defense line as nothing.

However, with the participation of a large number of people from all walks of life, today's imperial troops can also confront the Mongols head-on, and on some small battlefields, they can form a unilateral crushing. This makes it possible for only ten people to defeat them. The Mongols, who could form a reconnaissance team with several people, had to gather their strength and form a cavalry team of at least 80 people before they dared to enter the hinterland of the Central Plains for reconnaissance.

Even so, they were often encircled and suppressed by the allied forces of the Jianghu and the imperial court on the Mongolian grasslands. The Song people were the targets of the encirclement and suppression, but in the hinterland of the Song Dynasty, the Mongols naturally became The object of siege.

In fact, for a short period of time.

The Mongols lost tens of thousands of elite soldiers.

This was a very big loss for the Mongols.

But the strange thing is that the Mongols continue to send people to die, as if the Mongols are like weeds on the grassland and can never be killed.

As we approached the Xiangyang area, the temperature of the air began to slowly drop.

Although it no longer rains heavily in the sky, the climate is getting colder and colder.

Only then did everyone remember that winter was about to begin. However, the climate this year was really strange. In previous years, there was already heavy snowfall, but this year not even a drop of snowflakes fell, and the temperature was also very high. .It’s like winter has passed.

Wu Gong opened the curtains and looked towards the city gate not far away.

The towering city wall of Xiangyang City is like a lion lying on the ground. Although it does not open its big mouth full of sharp teeth, when the shooting holes are grouped together, they look like pairs of black eyes. Generally, they stare closely in all directions, eagerly guarding against the approach of any intruder.

However, compared to the city wall, the heads hanging on the city wall are more eye-catching.

The heads are continuously dripping with blood. Some heads have been dried into mummies, while more heads are still full of vitality. Some heads have been shaved bald, and there is no trace of blood at all. There was no way to tie him to the city wall with his hair, so he could only use a net bag to tie him to the city wall.

The strong wind blew, and these heads kept shaking and banging.

The popping sound can be heard clearly from several miles away. In addition to making people feel creepy, it does not seem to have any more deterrent effect. Of course, this is most likely because all these heads are It's because of the Mongols' heads that it may only serve as a deterrent to the Mongols.

"All these heads have been pickled with lime. If the corpse is left for a long time, it will develop diseases. However, the brains soaked in slaked lime water will not develop diseases, and will slowly shrink under the sunlight. After shrinking to the size of a fist." The Poison Hand Medicine King shook his head and looked at the city wall not far away, "I didn't expect that this method, which was originally a Mongolian technique, was actually learned and became a way to frighten the Mongols. With his reputation, Tao, treat the person's body. This reminds me of the Murong family in Jiangnan."

"The Murong family!" Wu Gong curled his lips and said with some disdain: "If the Murong family has a chance in the future, sooner or later I will crush them."

The Poison Hand Medicine King was stunned and said in a strange tone: "Why, the Murong family has a grudge against you."

Wu Gong snorted coldly and said, "Based on what you said, do you still have some connection with the Murong family? Old guy, I advise you to put these connections aside, otherwise I won't mind killing you together."

The Poison Hand Medicine King shook his head and said: "It's not that there is any big connection. It's just that in my early years, I received some favors from the previous generation of the Murong family. You know me. I've always been a person of kindness. , I will repay you with a spring of water, that's why I said this, but since you said you have any grudge against the Murong family, then I don't think you need to keep this small favor in mind."

Wu Gong rolled his eyes.

This old guy looks very slick, but in fact, if you believe his lies, you may be eaten by him without leaving any bones or dregs.

"Whoosh!"

A long arrow was shot from a very far away place.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air before the long arrow had time to get closer attracted everyone's attention. The flying speed of this long sword was really too slow, but judging from its angle and parabola, it should be coming from an extremely far away city wall. Flying from above.

How much strength it takes to draw a bow and shoot an arrow over a distance of dozens of miles!

Li Mochou waved the floating dust in his hand and rolled up the long arrow in his hand.

There was a piece of paper tied to the tail of the long arrow, which was densely written with words. After untying it and reading it, I found that it was actually a warning letter, that is, all unregistered carriages must use their weapons if they want to approach. Put it on the roof of the car. If it is discovered that the weapon is not placed on the roof of the car or someone is still carrying a weapon, no matter who it is, as long as they approach Xiangyang City, they will immediately be shot by thousands of arrows.

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt something was strange.

Ever since the Mongol army invaded the territory. After the southern court started an open war with the State of Wu, the entire Central Plains of the Song Dynasty became a mess. Not to mention martial arts people, even teenagers who are not as tall as a wheel will wear a sword on their waist for self-defense.

Although there are heroes in these troubled times, there are also robbers.

If you don't have a weapon with you, you will die without a burial. But now if you want to enter Xiangyang City, you can't bring weapons. Is this a bit too cautious?

However, although everyone felt that there was something unexpected, they did not show too much dissatisfaction. After everyone placed their weapons on the roof of the car, they continued to drive the carriage forward.

After getting closer to Xiangyang City, there were gradually more and more people on the road.

Most of them are sergeants wearing iron armor. Of course, it is not difficult to see from the movements and demeanor of those people that they should be disciples of various sects and have only temporarily joined the army of the Song Dynasty.

However, when they put on uniform armor, they really looked like that. Especially those who practiced martial arts, they were more energetic and more qualified than the real officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty. soldiers.

In addition, there are still a small number of caravans heading towards Xiangyang City, or the Mongols who left Xiangyang City did not come back after all, and Xiangyang City has now become the center of the fight against the Mongols, so the number of people here has not decreased. On the contrary, the demand for supplies will naturally increase exponentially, even if a large amount of food is prepared in the city.

But how can people in the world be able to fill their stomachs just by eating rice and noodles? Big bowls of wine and large chunks of meat are the norm. However, there is not much wine and meat in Xiangyang City, so they can only rely on these caravans who want to make huge profits to transport wine and meat here from the hinterland of the Central Plains at very high prices.

The wine and meat here are hard currency and are very valuable.

Beef alone is more than five or six times more expensive than in the hinterland of the Central Plains. In normal times, even rich people with millions of dollars, let alone Jianghu people, may not be able to afford it every day.

But since Xiangyang City opened up and exchanged Mongolian heads for silver rewards.

This situation has been improved to a certain extent.

What's more important is that the Mongolians will more or less carry some broken silver with them.

Most of these scraps of silver were trophies they obtained by looting towns, and then they bought wine and meat through these people in the world, and returned to the hands of the court again. Yes, that's right, these caravans selling wine and meat All of them are caravans organized by Xiangyang City.

Every caravan that wants to sell wine and meat must provide a large amount of tax money when it comes here. Otherwise, I don't know what will happen. And precisely because of this, Huang Rong and the others were able to continuously distribute money as rewards.

Near the city gate, a large number of people gathered at the gate.

The rich smell of meat comes from here.

I walked over and took a look, and then I realized that two Mongolian horses were placed on the grill and were being roasted continuously. The rich meaty smell was coming from these two poor Mongolian horses. .

Their bodies were doused with sesame oil and sprinkled with seasonings. Needless to say, those who could do such a thing must be people from the world, and the owners of these two horses might have their heads hung on the city wall.

Normally, these Mongolian horses would have been exchanged for money.

But nowadays, the wine and meat in Xiangyang City cannot be exchanged for a horse. Therefore, instead of selling them to make money and not being able to buy wine and meat, it is better to roast the horses so that at least they have meat to eat.

His craftsmanship was also extremely exquisite, and a large circle of people gathered around him, all ready to buy meat from his hands.

Zhao Tianyou stuck his head out of the carriage.

She sniffed her nose, and saliva couldn't stop flowing from the corners of her mouth.

She did not eat less meat during this period. In fact, the team members ate meat almost every day, because everyone had to rush every day and consumed too much physical energy. If there was no rich protein to supplement it, it would be easy to collapse. .

With the presence of Wu Gong, even when you can't usually hunt prey, you can still have meat to eat.

But the people here are different.

The prices of food and salt in the city are actually very low.

But for people in the martial arts world, just eating rice, noodles and salt is simply not enough to maintain their appetite, and the price of meat and wine is extremely high, so when faced with such a barbecue stall, they will naturally stop.

"How about selling me a piece of horse meat for ten taels of silver?" Among the crowd, a bald man couldn't bear his hunger anymore and said to the bearded man who was roasting horse meat.

The bearded man glanced at him, with a flash of disdain in his eyes: "You want to exchange for my horse meat for ten taels of silver. You take yourself too seriously. However, it's not that I won't exchange it, two taels of silver." A Mongolian head for a pound of horse meat, no counter-offer."

Today, a Mongolian head can be exchanged for five taels of silver.

The heads of two Mongolians can be exchanged for ten taels of silver. If converted into wine and meat, you can also buy a large bag. You know, because of the appearance of the reward order, the Mongols have almost disappeared outside Xiangyang City.

It was not a stunt in the literal sense, but the small team of Mongolians could not be found at all. All they could encounter were large teams of one hundred and eighty people, among which there were also Mongolian masters.

Therefore, ordinary people in the world do not dare to get into trouble. They just want to make money, and there is no need to risk their own lives.

Ten taels of silver only bought one piece of horse meat. Ten taels of silver was enough to buy three horses.

The bald man rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

I was thinking that I would buy a Mongolian horse and roast it when I got there.

But some people can't afford it, and some people don't care at all.

No, a few guys dressed as beggars walked out of the crowd. Although they were also wearing Song Dynasty military armors, they were not neatly dressed under the military armors, but tattered robes, and even exposed skin in some places. .

You don't need to look at them to know that they are disciples of the Beggar Clan.

A few beggars, smelling the fragrant horse meat, threw out a bag of heads without much hesitation. The big man didn't say too much. He took out a long knife like a kitchen knife from his waist and went up to it. The horse's head was chopped off with one stroke, and then it was slashed hard down the horse's back. A large piece of horse meat weighing about twenty or thirty kilograms was held in his hands.

After doing all this, the horse's head fell into the fire and began to crackle and burn.

"Good sword skills."

The head of the Beggar Clan's disciples' eyes lit up, he praised him, and walked towards the city with the piece of horse meat in his arms.

Seeing this scene, the others no longer hesitated and took out the Mongolian heads next to them and started buying meat.

Wu Gong saw that Zhao Tianyou also wanted to eat, but there was no Mongolian head at hand.

I was thinking, how can I get the Mongolian head?

But the big man in the distance saw the carriage here, and immediately chopped off a large piece of meat and brought it over. As he ran to return it, he shouted: "Mrs. Su, I knew you would come."