Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

As long as the change is not big, you don't need to care too much.

Of course, it is also very good to be able to stabilize at full value, just like before Cao Zhe broke the limit.

At that time, it was because Cao Zhe was always improving, and the growth he obtained was always in a state of overflowing, so he continued to be full.

"There is a gap, but it's not as big as you think."

"You are the strongest I have ever seen, except for myself," Cao Zhe said, 'tell the truth'.

Guo Jing didn't know whether to believe it, but he just rubbed his wrists, and said: "Wang Yu left Jinling two days ago, if he is quick enough, he may be close to the border now."

"I know what he wants to do, so... I have to stop him."

"So if there is a chance, let's talk next time."

"If there is no chance to meet again in this world, then we can go back to the arena and see if we have a chance to chat."

Cao Zhe grabbed Guo Jing, "You know, once you go, you won't be able to come back."

"Isn't it good to let Wang Yu fight instead of you?"

"He has made such a decision. You can respect his decision. He is a person who is hated by the heavens. He disguised himself as you to fight the Mongols. It is very likely that he can really hide the truth."

"After he dies at the hands of the Mongols or is punished by Heaven, the pressure on you will be temporarily shifted. You may also go to a higher position and continue to maintain the No.1 advantage."

Guo Jing turned his head and asked Cao Zhe with a smile, "If you had such a friend or brother, would you let him die for you?"

"He is wearing it!"

"If you die, you have no chance!"

Cao Zhe smiled and let go of his hand: "Although I don't like him, you are right. If there is such a brother, even if I hate him, I will never watch him die for me."

Chapter 81 The wind and snow are full of bows, but the iron armor is hard to cool

Coming out of the dungeon, Cao Zhe did not offer to replace Guo Jing in the battle.

He knew that Guo Jing would definitely not agree.

And it's 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, forcing 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 the territory and changed the new heaven.

But it is also impossible to transform the world's martial arts like Cao Zhe, to push the world upwards and develop deeper.

After looking left and right, they fell into an embarrassing deadlock.

Of course, without Cao Zhe, he would have been successful.

Even after 20 years of breaking through and leaving the world, he is still the undisputed No.1.

Because he managed to unify the Central Plains and build a powerful country, and at the same time, as No.1, he broke the boundaries, broke the void, and created the legend of ascension.

Therefore, in a sense, Guo Jing's embarrassment was given by Cao Zhe.

After leaving the palace, Guo Jing went directly to Zhenshansi to ask for Wang Yu's route map to the border, and then hurriedly chased after the direction.

As for Cao Zhe, he had to return to Wudang Mountain first.

This time the catastrophe, although heaven and earth wanted to force Guo Jing to leave, the ending may not be so simple.

For the world, Guo Jing's departure is a victory, and it doesn't have to care about the result.

However, Cao Zhe still has to follow his heart and protect all living beings.

Under the catastrophe, reduce the people's robbery as much as possible.

The white eagle soaring in the sky followed his master and flew all the way to the colder north.

Following the eagle's perspective, what I saw was a group of ants like ants, heading towards the tall and majestic city wall like a tide, launching a fearless charge without fear of death.

Galloping horses, swaggering flags, roaring gunfire, tense bowstrings...

Everything is combined into a ballad of blood and iron.

attack!attack!attack!

The roaring and fighting sounds were particularly hoarse amidst the billowing smoke and the roar of artillery fire.

The earth has been washed by artillery fire, and the originally solid frozen soil has become a little muddy under the soaking of blood.

The war horse lying in a pool of blood was whining in despair, holding the corpse of its dead comrade in the horse's mouth.

The fallen soldiers struggled and squirmed on the road leading to the pass, looking firmly at the direction of progress.

The heavy snow immediately buried some corpses and some wounded who were already frozen and unable to move, and there was no difference between them at this time.

The bow, arrow and bullet were aimed at the same direction and shot.

boom!

On the city wall, the barrel of another fort burst.

The five or six soldiers who were in charge of firing the cannon were smashed to pieces in an instant, and there were gaps in the city wall.

A large number of soldiers immediately carried the boiling water and poured it down along the gap.

But after a while, the gap was covered with a thick layer of ice.

The originally solid wall was wrapped in a thick layer of ice, and it seemed to become more and more indestructible.

The continuous low temperature of minus [-] degrees makes it difficult for the cast iron cannon, which is not too hard, to continue to attack in such a harsh environment. The explosion of the tube happens from time to time. Gradually, the iron cannon on the city wall can still function Fewer and fewer.

Although the city walls are thick, the Mongol soldiers are also elite.

After a long distance, he threw out the iron hook, grabbed the city wall from a distance, pulled the rope, and quickly climbed towards the city wall.

The soldiers in cold iron armor, with their stiff red hands and flintlock guns, were shooting at the Mongolian soldiers galloping towards the city wall, and then fought with the Mongolian soldiers who climbed up with iron hooks and flying cables. into a ball.

The strong wind and blizzard made the soldiers' shooting accuracy very poor.

As for those Mongolian warriors, if they didn't attack or break into the warm pass, they and their wives and children would have to die in worse and worse conditions.

It's a fight for survival, and it seems, from a grim standpoint, to have nothing to do with good or evil before they slaughter.

Wang Yu arrived at the border earlier than Guo Jing expected.

He took an improved steamboat and went all the way up the river system. When he arrived at the border area, he rode a fast horse. In just three days, he arrived at the border and flew thousands of miles all the way.

Standing on the city wall, looking at those ferocious and roaring faces, Wang Yu's expression was as gloomy as water.

Wu Dunru took the initiative to fight, lost [-] yuan, and sent a large amount of guns and ammunition to the enemy, so he had already received the news.

No matter how much he resented Wu Dunru's uselessness in his heart, even if he brought Wu Dunru back and cut him to pieces, it would not be able to alleviate the crisis at this time.

The Mongols are proficient in arching horses, and they have muskets as a supplementary attack, and their offensiveness has suddenly increased by a large amount.

Now they can only use the thickness of the city wall to fight with them.

However, Wang Yu was not worried about this.

"Dynamite and artillery!"

"I'm not the only one who makes them."

"It's just because I have the resources of the entire Dayue at my disposal, so I am more mature and leading in technology."

"But the Mongols don't need much mature technology. They can even use human flesh to carry bombs and then hit the city wall..." Wang Yu looked at the crazy faces below, without doubting their determination.

Boom!

An explosion completely confirmed Wang Yu's guess.

The thick city wall vibrated slightly, and a large piece of the ice layer at the foot of the wall was shattered, and some real wall bricks had already been shaken.

Subsequently, more fast horses, under the control of Mongolian warriors, rushed to the gap in the city wall.

Bursts of flames 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.

A pot of hot water was quickly poured on it.

In such cold weather, watering is more effective than cementing.

A tall flagpole stood up in the distance.

An old blind man with white hair, withered face, bloodstained mouth, and blindness was erected on the flagpole, and the violent wind and snow kept beating his old face.

"Guo Jing! This is your mentor, the master who raised you up."

"If you still have a little bit of backbone, and you are still the golden knife son-in-law we know, come out immediately and fight our national teacher."

"Whether you win or lose, we will release your master." A bald man stood on a high place, holding a loudspeaker, and shouted at the city wall.

They seemed certain that Guo Jing would definitely come.

Even if he didn't come, this move could shake the morale of Dayue's army.

"how?"

"Aren't you afraid to show your face?"

"Or, you have changed in your bones, you are no longer Guo Jing, and you don't recognize this master?"

"If this is the case, then we summon the eagle to eat your master, and let him return to Changshengtian instead of you." Provocative voices came again and again.

There was a sudden explosion.

The sound of thunder and thunder in the sky shook the wind and snow.

Wang Yu disguised himself as Guo Jing, stood on the city wall, and slapped the person who shouted.

It was in the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon that shocked Baili with full offensive power.

Chapter 82 Soul Forging

Boom!

Flying on Juanyunxue, the sky is furious to destroy the city.

The wind and snow all over the sky are actually mixed with the thunder of Mercedes-Benz.

The roaring angry dragon slammed into the cavalry without hesitation, and then rushed to the tall flagpole.

A thunderbolt flashed.

The dim sky and the misty earth were lit up with a pale color.

The bald heads in cassock stood on the towering hills everywhere, and when they saw the furious dragon rushing out, they both showed smug smiles.

The Buddha's music is a masterpiece, the god is beating the drum, the dragon is fighting in the field, and its blood is black and yellow.

Wudang Mountain is becoming more and more ethereal and handsome, steep and straight.

The resident clouds and white cranes are like elves dotted in the landscape.

However, in the Zhenwu Hall, from the head teacher Zhang Sanfeng down, the Taoists all carry swords, and their arrogance soars to the sky. Does it look like they are indifferent to the world?

Cao Zhe stood in the crowd, with his back facing the floating clouds and flowing light outside the window, the pines and white cranes, but he clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes swept back and forth among the disciples.

"Everyone is surprised, why did Pindao summon you all here today?" Cao Zhe asked.

Most of the Taoist priests knew it well, but they were still puzzled.

Cao Zhe turned his back and looked out the window, but it was more like looking through the clouds and looking at the boundless mountains and rivers.

"Since Pangu opened the sky, the Three Emperors concluded, the Five Emperors opened the frontiers, the sages left books, the Han and Tang dynasties enlightened, and whenever a country encounters a major event, men must sacrifice their bodies to the country." Cao Zhe turned around and looked at everyone, To be generous.

There was someone in the crowd who seemed to have something to say, but when faced with Cao Zhe's lightning gaze, he restrained himself like an electric shock and kept silent.

"We are outside the world, but we enjoy the incense and fire of the world. Although we are not the body of a fairy god, but we hold a three-foot sword, we should be a little weak. How dare we look at the fire from the other side!"

"Even if the bones become hills and the rivers overflow with blood, you must not insult the land of the country and mourn the borders of the country."

"Scholars wear their livers and gallbladders, and they will wear the blades. The handsome man's blood is full of sleeves, and the king's sharp blade is shining."

"To protect the country, there is no distinction between old and young, high and low, high and low, monks, Taoists, and lay people alike, as it should be."

"Where there is a national crisis, we must work together to pour the water of the Yellow River, break the waves of the East China Sea, conquer the land of the barbarians, smash the dens of the Tartars, punish the bandits who deceived us, and defeat the barbarians. , Let the corpses cover the border fields, only the spirit can be relied on, the superior is not ashamed of the old lord, and the inferior has no regrets of the common people."