Boil the heavens

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"But if that's the case, Mongolia will also perish." Looking directly at Temujin, Yan Fei said indifferently, "Killing is a double-edged sword. When it reaches a certain amount, it will make people fearful and surrender, but when it exceeds A certain amount will make people angry, so angry that they forget their fear, so angry that they die together, so angry that they only see destruction in their eyes.

It is true that the fighting power of the Song army is not as good as that of Mongolia, but the Great Khan must not forget that the population of the Song Dynasty is more than a hundred times that of Mongolia. Even if Mongolia is stronger, can a hundred Song people still kill a Mongolian?

Moreover, don't forget, Great Khan, that there are many heroes in the Song Dynasty, such as Pindao. Although Pindao cannot defeat ten thousand with one enemy, he can come and go freely, and it is no problem to kill hundreds or thousands of enemies.

The Great Song has been established for hundreds of years, and the neighboring countries on the border have changed from Liao to Jin, and now they have become Mongolia. Each of them was an extremely powerful existence, and they all beat the Great Song into a mess, but the Great Khan saw Which one destroyed Da Song? "

The voice was flat, but it resounded powerfully in everyone's ears.

Yan Fei's words just hit everyone's heart. Why did the dispatch of troops this time not go all out to win the Song Dynasty but to test it?

It is because Da Song seems weak, but overall strength is strong!

You can win for a while, but it is difficult to occupy it for a long time!

"That being said, the Song army at this moment can't stop Ben Khan's iron hooves, can't it?" Temujin chuckled, "Otherwise, Xiangyang would not have been slaughtered, and the Taoist priest would not have been sent to assassinate him. Ben Khan."

"Xiangyang was slaughtered before, and the previous army didn't sweat a lot, but now it may not be!" Yan Fei said lightly, "As for the assassination of sweat, I just want to get the biggest victory at the lowest cost!

If the Great Khan dies, maybe the Mongolian army will go crazy for a while, but...it is inevitable to retreat, isn't it? "

"So, the priest still wants to kill Ben Khan?" With his eyes narrowed, Temujin's aura gathered.

Majestic and domineering, murderous!

This aura is different from the invisible and qualitative aura formed by the condensed true energy of a warrior, which makes people feel oppressed all over. The aura on Temujin's body is invisible and qualityless, but it touches the soul and penetrates the heart.

For that moment, even Yan Fei felt a chill in his heart.

"It's no longer necessary." The true energy circulated, and the coldness in his heart dissipated. Facing the eyes that were squinted and flashing fiercely, Yan Fei smiled lightly, "Khan should understand his body, Changshengtian has already waved to you. "

The three-legged golden toad, with its poison and Yan Fei's true energy pushing and penetrating, it was not so easy to be wiped out.

The spiritual power of the great monk is indeed strange and powerful, eliminating the domineering toxin contained in the true energy, but the poison of the three-legged golden toad changes in a thousand ways, from domineering to soft, fast to slow, it is too simple.

And Yan Fei's innate qi superimposed the fluctuating protection of nine yin and nine yang, not to mention that the great monk said that purification can be purified.

From the moment Temujin invited Yan Fei to enter his tent, he was already poisoned. It penetrated deep into the bone marrow. He could not detect it, and it was even more difficult for outsiders to detect it!

Originally, he was still a little far away from Changshengtian, but now Yan Fei sent him directly to the gate of Changshengtian.

In a maximum of two days, the old body of this generation of Tianjiao will burn all life at an accelerated rate by the poison hidden deep in the bones.

"The Taoist priest really has sharp eyes, and you can't hide anything from you." Temujin's face was ugly when he was said to be hiding, but he didn't hide it, he admitted it openly, and said domineeringly, "However, then how?"

"Great Khan, listen to Pingdao's persuasion, no matter what happens in the future, stop killing, and you will be blessed in Longevity." Taking a deep look at Temujin, Yan Fei got up, "It's not too early, poor Dao said goodbye first."

Seeing Yan Fei get up, all the masters in the big tent got up and surrounded him, as if they were not going to let him go.

Yan Fei looked at Temujin, "The Great Khan plans to stay in poverty?"

Temujin was silent.

He really thought so.

Although he didn't chat a few words, he could see that Yan Fei was powerful. Such a person does not belong to Mongolia, so he must get rid of him!

"Ah!"

With a sneer, Yan Fei made a sudden move, with sword energy like a dragon, sweeping around the entire tent!

boom!

The blood flower exploded, dyeing the large tent red, and the huge tent was torn into ruins by the violent sword energy.

In the entire big tent, except for the Tibetan living Buddha, the Huazheng, the golden wheel without the golden wheel, and Temujin who were desperately protected by them, there was no living thing.

"Big Khan, can Pindao leave now?" With a chuckle, Yan Fei walked away.

Temujin was not a saint who allowed the assassins to leave on their own, and immediately ordered to hunt down and encircle Yan Fei.

However, the explosion of No. [-] strength in the world cannot be trapped by an army that gathers in a hurry and has no targeted capture and killing plan.

There was a commotion, and Yan Fei returned to the ambush site with a bloody body.

Looking at the eyes of Ma Yu and others, Yan Fei smiled and said, "Wait a little longer, wait until the Mongolian army camp is quiet again before you take action!"

In the middle of the night, the noisy barracks finally calmed down again. At the same time, Ma Yu and others quickly disappeared into the night.

0056 Battle

"How dare you play such tricks!" Temujin couldn't help sneering when he heard that several generals and a thousand commanders in the battalion had been assassinated and their heads had been cut off.

My Mongolian army can't be influenced by the loss of a few generals!

"The replacements were selected overnight, and eight of them died. Then tomorrow, [-] Song soldiers will be used to pay for the lives of the warriors!" Temujin ordered in cold blood.

"Yes, Great Khan!" The subordinate quickly sent an order.

With an order, the camp that was still in the dark became lively, and a small-scale competition began. The Mongolian army, the strong are respected, and now that the vacancy is available, whoever is stronger will naturally win!

Passionate, heroic, and even more angry, but not afraid of being killed because of his boss's weirdness!

"It's really not that simple!" Ma Yu and the others returned with a full load of eight heads. Before returning, Yan Fei looked at the Mongolian army camp without any panic and noise, and sighed in a low voice.

After the death of the general and Shangguan, he can still be so calm. This quality in the face of emergencies alone is countless times stronger than that of Song Jun.

After returning to the camp, at dawn, the army gathered, and Meng Gong showed the results of everyone's battle.

The eight heads were all the main generals who attacked Xiangyang, and several of the commanders among them were the ones who killed the most people in Xiangyang.

Looking at these dead heads, the fear in Song Jun's eyes gradually dissipated. It turned out that these guys would die and be killed. With Meng Gong's passionate speech, morale began to gradually pick up.

However, at this moment, the Mongolian army marched forward.

"General, the Mongolian army has brought all the nearby villagers here, and they are... slaughtering!" Morale has recovered, and when Meng Gong was happily discussing the strategy and tactics with everyone, a soldier hurried in to report.

Hundreds of steps into the camp, rows of men, women, old and children were tied up and lined up in front of the formation.

"Mother...I'm afraid..." The weak and immature voice wept.

"Child, don't be afraid. Mother is here." The mother with tattered clothes and shoes, disheveled hair, and bloodstained body wanted to comfort the child, but her hands and feet were tied, and she couldn't do anything. All she could do was say a few words and try to use her body next to the child.

"Don't kill me, please, as long as you don't kill me, let me do anything."

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