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Chapter 71 Stabilizing the Military Heart
Nie Feng only felt dizzy for a while, his feet were so soft that he couldn't step on anything, and when his feet condensed and stood firmly on a certain place, there were waves of chills coming from his body.

The young man opened his eyes, and his heart was shocked. He has made countless war videos, including the tragic battle of Changping, the magical battle of Kunyang, the soul-stirring battle of Zhuxian Town, and the battle of Mianzhu, which came to life in a desperate situation. Nie Feng thought that he was able to make Mount Tai collapse in front of him without being alarmed.

It was only when he was standing at the head of Xiangyang City in 1273 AD that he realized how huge the difference was between being there and video editing.

The young man was standing on the turret of Xiangyang City at this time, under the city wall, there were tens of thousands, more than one hundred thousand torches, illuminating Xiangyang under the night as if it were day.

The rockets and arrows all over the sky, the huge crossbow arrows, the five ox crossbows of the Song army, and the return|return cannons of Central Asia, all collided inside and outside Xiangyang City.

As the two sides poured bullets, there were screams of people who were hit everywhere.

In the city of Xiangyang, the cries of women and children could be faintly heard, which made people feel terrified.

The beam of light falling from the sky not only attracted the defenders of Xiangyang City, but also the Mongolian cavalry were attracted to the section where Nie Feng was airborne from all directions of the city wall.

Under the city, the world's most elite cavalry, wearing all kinds of armor and speaking various languages ​​in Eurasia, pointed at Nie Feng, who was shrouded in a beam of light.

For the time being, no one shot arrows at the young man, but more and more Mongolian soldiers gathered in the direction of the city. Nie Feng looked far away, and he could see that the Mongols' return|return cannons were shooting at the turrets of the Song army one after another.

The fall of Xiangyang was largely due to the fact that the bows and crossbows of the Southern Song Dynasty were suppressed by catapults. Nie Feng couldn't help but look cold when he watched the Mongols suppress the crossbows and the soldiers gathered like ants to attack the city.

The boy weighs about 120 kilograms, the 260 kilograms from the transmigration, and the remaining 140 kilograms are all grenades, which are under the control of Water Blue Star. In order to save Liu Chan, Nie Feng actually bought a lot of them last time.

Seeing the Mongolian soldiers attacking the city, he opened the ring of the grenade, grabbed dozens of mines like a fairy scattered flowers, and threw them towards Xiangyang City.

The commander-in-chief of the Mongolian army, Ashu, led the Mongolian cavalry to attack the city from the shore. The sergeants said that there was an immortal general, so he walked out of the military tent to check.

Originally, it was unclear whether Nie Feng was a friend or an enemy, but now seeing the Mongols under the city of Xiangyang, the Mongols were instantly blown down with the loud bang. Back | The projectiles of the back cannon shot towards the turret here at a high speed.

At this time, Lu Wenhuan and the cavalry were controlling Niu Fu and the others, and they all saw that Nie Feng was one of their own.

Several Song soldiers came to the young man in the cloak, blocked him with heavy shields, and dragged him down from the turret.

Nie Feng was dragged down by the Song army, and the turret was hit by the Mongolian army's catapult. Seeing the Song army's bow and crossbow shattered into pieces, the young man had no fear in his heart, only a sense of loss.

Only here, he realized that the building will collapse and there is nothing he can do.

"Who is this Taoist priest? Is it from Longhu Mountain or from somewhere? Are you here to help my army defend the city?"

Nie Feng was brought to Lu Wenhuan's side. Looking at the commander of Xiangyang City, the young man knew that Lu Wenhuan was about to surrender to Mongolia half a month ago, so he couldn't help feeling mixed feelings.

"I'm Nie Feng. I was sent here by Heaven to help you defend this city. Commander Lu, Song Dynasty will not perish, I told you!"

The video that Nie Feng sent a few days ago was set to be seen by all Song people.

The soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang City naturally saw clearly that the siege of Xiangyang was so fierce today because the Mongols learned about the video from the Song captives, and they were so arrogant because they believed that they would win.

Since watching the video, the soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang have been discussing who Nie Feng is every day as long as the fighting is a little looser. When they heard the young man in front of him calling himself Nie Feng, and then thought of this person falling from the sky just now, everyone immediately believed it.

"Shangxian Nie, it turns out to be Shangxian Nie Feng. Shangxian, you said that His Majesty is the sixth king in history to be defeated by a good card. Is it true that my Song Dynasty is really going to perish? In seven years, there will be no Song people in the world anymore?"

"Shangxian, we have lost so many people, is Xiangyang still unable to defend? Is it true that the imperial court will not send reinforcements?"

In front of Nie Feng, starting from Lu Wenhuan, everyone asked questions together. The young man did not expect that his video had actually affected the morale of the army in this city. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. His original intention was to awaken everyone's fighting spirit.

No, no matter what, the morale of Xiangyang people cannot drop!

"I'm Nie Feng, I'll say it again, the way of heaven is also afraid of loyalty, the way of heaven can change, treacherous ministers should be punished, and Xiangyang can be defended!"

When Nie Feng said this, he clearly felt that the lost flame in everyone's eyes was slowly being ignited again.

He regretted in his heart that he had not prepared anything more showy this time. After thinking about it, he picked up the wooden box next to him and showed the grenade to everyone.

"I know that everyone has suffered from the Mongolian stone bombs, but I can assure you that, in the eyes of my heavenly court, Nie Feng, the Mongolian stone throwers are nothing to worry about! Just look at the thunder in the palm of this immortal!"

Nie Feng stopped talking nonsense, pulled a Song Army sergeant beside him, and taught him to open the pull ring in his hand.The warrior in heavy armor trembled with one hand. Hearing what Shangxian said, he threw the grenade out of his hand.

With a bang, several Mongolian infantry were blown away under the city wall.

"I know palm thunder, and Professor Shangxian gave me palm thunder!"

The soldiers of the Song Army shouted happily. Nie Feng raised his hand at the wooden box. The 140 catties of thunder he brought was instantly snatched away by the Song people. Everyone imitated the brother just now and threw the grenade out together. Under the city, there was a constant rumbling sound.

"Shangxian has come, and Xiangyang City can be defended!"

"Shangxian taught us the palm thunder, and everyone will know how to thunder in the future. What are the Mongols!"

"It's great that Immortal Nie Feng has come, we can finally be safe!"

On the city wall, first the soldiers let out deafening cheers, and then the people in Xiangyang City shouted together. The Mongols heard that the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were full of morale and their military spirit was available, and they knew that they could not break the city tonight, so they finally retreated slowly.

In Lu Wenhuan's big tent, Nie Feng calculated the time. He could stay here for ten hours. Now, two hours have passed.

The generals of the Song army jointly recommended Nie Feng to be the first seat, and the young man declined a few times, but it was fine.

"Shangxian, the thunder in the palm of the Shangxian seems to have to be built by the heavenly court. I don't know when the next thunderstorm will arrive in Xiangyang?"

Among the generals, Lu Wenhuan had three glasses of wine and couldn't help asking questions. Nie Feng waved his hand, "Thunder in the palm of your hand, you can't save Xiangyang. I still have a magic weapon, which will surely repel the Mongolian army!"

(End of this chapter)