Where is the sword of the reborn eagle

The simple-minded Chiheer is no longer the brat he used to be. He has shaved his hair in his 40s. He has a big black head with a shiny tile, and his helmet has long been thrown away.

"Okay, as expected of a man from my Prince Zhao's Mansion, let's rely on less than [-] Golden Kingdom warriors to fight against the world-renowned Genghis Khan!"

Seeing Chiheer's passion also aroused Wanyan Honglie's pride, and stretched out his hand to break the exposed arrow shaft, so as not to be touched again during the fight.

The retreat of the Jin cavalry also attracted the attention of the Mongolian army.

It's just that neither Wo Kuotai nor Genghis Khan issued an order to pursue them immediately.

The battle has been going on for almost four hours now, and even the east is slightly brightened.

More than half of the "Qi Xue Jun" was injured, and with the 50 people guarding Temujin's side, only 400 people survived.

There used to be more than 4000 people under Wo Kuotai's command, but now it is less than [-].

Mu Huali took away 5000 people, and the suppression of the city was still in progress. Some of the golden soldiers who sneaked in escaped from the city through the tunnel when they saw that the situation was wrong.

Mu Huali also lost more than 8000 of the more than 3000 horses left on the Nanchengmen battlefield.

In other words, the Mongolian army standing opposite Wanyan Honglie only had more than 1000 people, not much more than their side.

The key is that the other party has a "cowardly army" of 400 people, as well as 4 Mongolian cavalry who may come back at any time from Mu Hualina, and more than [-] Korean troops outside the city of Nanmen.

"Where is Temujin's sweat? Dajin Kingdom Wanyan Honglie asked Temujin's sweat to come forward and answer—"

Maybe he had lost sight of life and death, but Wanyan Honglie urged his horse forward and shouted to the Mongolian army on the opposite side.

In fact, the distance between the two sides is not too far away, but thousands of people have spent a long time clearing the passage, and now it is piled up into a mountain of corpses.

The sky was getting brighter, and sharp-eyed people could even see soldiers who hadn't died yet in the mountain of corpses, trying to push away the layers of corpses pressing on them, trying to crawl out from inside.

Severed arms and stumps are everywhere, and red intestines and white brains can be seen all over the place. This place is a veritable Shura field, a flesh and blood mill.

The two sides each invested more than 8 horses. In addition to the less than 1 people present in Jin Guo, the Yila Pua took away less than [-] people, and the loss was more than half.

After all, the Mongolian army was stronger, and lost a total of more than 2 people, including the [-] casualties of the Koryo army.

"Ben Khan is here, Wanyan Honglie, why don't you dismount and surrender?"

"The fate is in my Great Mongolia, how can you resist it? For the sake of the many years of friendship, I may consider to spare your life, and spend the rest of my life in the capital city from now on."

Temujin also rode forward, and even waved his hands to stop the "Qi Xuejun" who were following on the left and right, and slowly stepped forward with only one personal soldier.

Completely looking like a winner, but also inviting Wanyan Honglie to "retire for the rest of his life" in the capital city?

Is this the rhythm of wanting to be imprisoned until death?

Genghis Khan Temujin had already treated Wanyan Honglie as a prisoner.

"Hahaha, Temujin, this king admits that you are a character, with great talent and general vision, which I have only seen in my life. But I, Wanyan Honglie, who was born as a Dajin man and died as a ghost of a Dajin, how can I send you outside the Great Wall? Savage?"

At this moment, a sergeant came over from the Mongolian Pegasus, came up to Temujin and said a few words, Temujin waved his hand to make the man retreat.

"Wanyan Honglie, you asked Ben Khan to come out to answer, you just want to buy time for your subordinates, so that they can escape from the west gate, right? Congratulations, they have successfully escaped."

Originally, there were only so many Mongolian troops in Zhongdu City, and there were less than 200 people guarding the west gate during the war.

Yila Pua took away nearly [-] cavalrymen of the Kingdom of Jin, and they were rushing out from the city, and there was no way to stop them.

As soon as they passed by, the Mongolian army blocking the road was trampled into meat.

Hearing the news from Temujin's mouth that Irapua and the others had escaped from danger, Wanyan Honglie finally felt relieved.

Wanyan Honglie spent half his life thinking about the Dajin Kingdom, and at the last moment he was selfish and won [-] to [-] cavalry for Wanyan Kang, plus a brave general.

Coupled with Wanyan Kang's existing property, in this troubled world, he has a certain strength to protect himself.

Time is not forgiving, and more than five years have passed.

That snowy early spring was also on this street, the only woman I had ever loved deeply in my life, where her beauty was lying in the snow, and her fragrance faded away.

Today, five years later, I led the army here again and sacrificed the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers. Is it really just to regain the old capital?

Or are you reluctant to leave this place?

"Xi Ruo left here, and today I, Wanyan Honglie, will pour all my blood on this land—"

Wanyan Honglie held an iron gun and prayed silently in his heart.

"Tiemuzhen, everyone says you are brave and good at fighting. I, Wanyan Honglie, will break your vain myth today. Warriors of the Great Jin Kingdom, rush over with this king, take Temujin's head, and kill—"

Wanyan Honglie yelled loudly, as if possessed by a killing god, he urged his horse to go straight to Temujin.

"My lord, Chiheer, the last general, will fight to the death with you—"

"Fight to the death—"

More than 2000 cavalry, 5000 infantry, and [-] archers with exhausted arrows, each brandishing their knives and guns, followed closely behind Wanyan Honglie, leaped over the mountain of corpses and blood, and charged towards the Mongolian army.

At this time, Guo Mo had joined Huang Rong and Chen Xuanfeng, and was standing on a tall building not far away, watching the two armies rushing forward.

Originally, Guo Mo thought that he could take Wanyan Honglie's head back with his own hands.

Mother Li Ping and elder brother Guo Jing still don't know that Wanyan Honglie is the mastermind behind the tragedy in Niujia Village, but Guo Mo knows it.

However, looking at the scene in front of him, he hesitated again.

Forget it, even though he used to do evil out of selfish desires, today is a dead end, let him be a warrior just based on his performance at this moment.

To die on the battlefield is a worthy death. I believe that if the elder brother were here, he might make the same decision as himself, right?

They also fought fiercely in the middle of the night, suffered heavy casualties, and had fewer soldiers than the opponent. Even if they all had the idea of ​​dying, they could not stop the bravery of the Mongols.

"boom--"

More than 4 Mongolian troops outside the city finally broke through the south gate of Zhongdu City, and the soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin were completely desperate.

"kill--"

Borshu was expressionless, and gave the order to attack again.

Fighting broke out again, and the soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin fell to the ground at an accelerated rate like wind blowing wheat waves, but never stood up again.

"My lord—"

Wanyan Honglie's left arm was cut deeply, and the Mongolian soldier who attacked him was also stabbed to death on the spot by Wanyan Honglie returning to his horse.

Chiheer was not far away, desperately fighting in the direction of Wanyan Honglie, but he couldn't break through the encirclement of dozens of "cowardly Xue soldiers".

"Hahaha - Temujin, you coward, do you only hide behind others? Take your life -"

"Puff-"

Wanyan Honglie's horse was pierced through by two Mongolian soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, and the dead body fell to the ground.

Even though Wanyan Honglie was alert, he was thrown down.

Fortunately, there were still living soldiers who came desperately to rescue Wanyan Honglie from under the horse's corpse.

Unfortunately, his right leg has been injured and he can only stand on the ground with his feet pointing.

"No, I have to take another ten steps forward, that's where Xiwei leaves."

Wanyan Honglie shook off the support of his own soldiers, limped forward and continued to fight.

eight steps -

Wanyan Honglie's helmet was gone, his disheveled hair was scattered, his hair was thin and his eyes were gray.

five steps -

Wanyan Honglie's iron spear pierced into the belly of the Mongolian cavalry horse, but he couldn't pull it out again.

He had no choice but to take a shot from the Mongolian soldier, drag him off his horse and fall to his death, and then snatched another iron gun.

Three steps -

Wanyan Honglie's left arm was chopped off at the elbow, before he could find where his severed arm fell, another Mongolian soldier swung his knife and chopped it off.

"My lord -- ah --"

The last wounded soldier used his body desperately to block the scimitar.

step--

Wanyan Honglie half-kneeled on the ground, and was also shot in the left leg, bleeding profusely.

And the long spear in his hand had also been broken into two pieces. A piece of wooden stick was discarded, and he was only holding a spear point, and was waving it weakly.

Half of the iron gun tip?A very familiar picture.

Haha, do I finally have the same destination as Xiwei?

"Wanyan Honglie, Ben Khan will give you one more chance, kneel down and surrender—"

Temujin's voice came again mercilessly.

The tens of thousands of people in the field seemed to be frozen by this voice, and temporarily forgot to fight.

The surviving more than 1000 Jin Guo soldiers looked at Wanyan Honglie who was half kneeling on the ground, how could they still have the grace and luxury of the past?

"My lord—"

Wanyan Honglie didn't seem to hear Temujin's voice, he gritted his teeth, stood up with half of the iron gun in his hand, but his legs were trembling constantly.

"Tiemujin, do you want this king to surrender? It's still the same sentence, this king was born as a man of Daikin, and died as a ghost of Daikin. This king will take a step first and wait for you below, hahaha——"

The tip of the gun was turned around, aiming at his choked throat, "Poof——"

"Unfortunately, I'm here—"

Wanyan Honglie's body fell forward to the ground.

The place where he fell was only half a step away from where Bao Xiruo lay in the snow five years ago.

Half a step away, like a moat in the sky, life and death follow each other, and death is different.

"My lord—"

"Ben Khan has always thought that Wanyan Honglie is just a vain royal child, but now he knows that he also has such a loyal and brave side, and he deserves to be called a 'hero'!"

"Wo Kuotai, order the general Wanyan Honglie to be buried according to the rites of a prince. Don't insult his name after death. As for the more than a thousand loyal and brave soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin, let's send them on the road together—"

Temujin turned his horse's head and went back to the palace.

After tossing all night, Temujin was also tired.

Although he firmly believed that he would have the last laugh, but in the end, he couldn't laugh at all.

Wanyan Honglie, a man of his own generation, used to be so high that the Mongols would look up to him, but now he has come to such a fate.

So, what about yourself?  …

More than a thousand soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin were besieged by tens of thousands of Mongolian troops, all died in battle, and none of them knelt down and begged for surrender.

It was already dawn, and the people in Zhongdu were all shivering at home.

After a night of fighting, the people of the whole city experienced a sleepless night together, and some were even unlucky, their own yard became a battlefield.

Innocent shops were smashed and robbed, whether it was the Jin soldiers who sneaked in, the Mongolian army who was ordered to search, or those quacks who took advantage of the fire.

Rape, looting, smashing, beating, looting and burning, the final victims are the people of Zhongdu City.

Guo Mo, Huang Rong and Chen Xuanfeng had already left Zhongdu City, accompanied by Li Mochou and Murong Yan.

Ten miles away from the capital city, they unexpectedly ran into Qiu Chuji, the "Eternal Spring Son" of Quanzhen Sect, and Qiu Chuji was waiting for Guo Mo.

"Junior Guo Mo, I met Daoist Qiu—"

Guo Mo hastily stepped forward to pay respects. After his wedding, he hadn't seen each other for three years. Both of his children were over two years old.

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"Haha, Pindao, I'm not an elder. If I want to talk about it from Master Zhou, I still have to call you 'Uncle Master'."

"Changchunzi" Qiu Chuji, as always, is open-minded and heroic.

When the two first met, Qiu Chuji still had a heart of rivalry, and felt that he and a junior were similar in strength, which was already hard for him to accept.

Slowly, more news about Guo Mo came, and even Uncle Zhou, who I admire most in martial arts, said that he had a tie with Guo Mo.

Qiu Chuji knew that in his whole life, he would never have a chance to catch up with Guo Mo.

This time, the "Heroes of the World Conference" originally invited Ma Yu, the head teacher of the Quanzhen sect "Danyangzi", but Ma Yu had to ask Qiu Chuji to take the trip on his behalf when Ma Yu reached a critical moment of retreat.

Sitting in the east stand, Qiu Chuji witnessed Huang Rong single-handedly defeating Li Mochou and Murong Yan's joint efforts.

With the strength of Li Mochou and Murong Yan, Qiu Chuji did not dare to say that he could win steadily, let alone Huang Rong.