Chapter 161 All living beings are chess pieces

The sounds were like thunder, resounding through the blue sky, and could be heard clearly even amid the shouting and cries of thousands of soldiers.

Moreover, this sentence was shouted in Mongolian, just like a gust of wind blowing across the battlefield. At this time, Kublai Khan was pulled down from his horse by his men, and the king's flag was shot down by Guo Jing. People who were close knew that the prince was not dead, but how could they tell the truth from the more than 100,000 Mongolian soldiers who were invisible? They were all terrified!

When two armies fight, the one with stronger morale wins. These words immediately made the Mongolian soldiers even more discouraged.

When Guo Jing and others on the top of Xiangyang City heard this, they looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mongolian soldiers rolling and dispersing to both sides in the northwest.

Others only saw the flash of swords and sabers, but Guo Jing had great inner strength and could see clearly that there were three people in the Mongolian army attacking side by side.

One of them had black hair and a yellow shirt, one had a long beard and a green shirt, and one had white hair and a grey shirt. They were Feng Yi, Huang Yaoshi, and Hong Qigong.

The three men were surrounded by Mongolian troops on all sides, with swords and spears in hand. Feng Yi led the way amid a cloud of blood and black air.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were standing on the left and right, both were unarmed, but their palms blew away everywhere, breaking the enemy's spears and halberds, and leaving many dead and wounded. The Mongolian soldiers even let out long screams.

The Mongolian soldiers were brave and relied on their numbers, so they were not afraid of Feng Yi and his two companions. However, the soldiers who faced Feng Yi and his companions saw clearly: white smoke came out of their fallen comrades' bodies, and turned into yellow water in an instant, leaving only armor.

No matter how brave the Mongols were, they had never seen such a scene. Those in the rear were fine and just rushed forward in a swarm, but those in the front were terrified and shuddering with fear.

I just felt that the person in front of me was like a demon king, a god, or a Buddha, and was simply beyond human control! It turned out that Feng Yi had settled Hong Lingbo and rushed to the Western Regions. He thought that the Mongols would conduct strict inspections, so they went their separate ways, and the Beggar Gang's disciples found the way to Helin.

Feng Yi, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Lu Youjiao, Zhen Zhibing and others went to Baituo Mountain first.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong knew the approximate location of Baituo Mountain, but they didn't know where it was exactly. So they walked through the Gobi Desert, crossed the grassland, and climbed over the mountains.

Fortunately, the nomadic people are very different from the Han people who settled in the Central Plains. They live in tribes, following water and grass, and their numbers are not large. Over the years, the tribesmen have gathered together and are familiar with each other.

Feng Yi and his companions asked shepherds and hunters along the way, and their efforts paid off, and they finally found Baituo Mountain.

As for Ouyang Feng's snake slaves, there were still some in the villa. Ouyang Feng had not returned for nearly twenty years, but the snake slaves worshipped Ouyang Feng as a god and did not dare to leave without permission until they heard the news of his death.

Feng Yi was carefree in his jokes, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze. When it came to disciplining people, he was even more ruthless than Ouyang Feng, which really made Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi and others shudder, let alone others. So he got the corpse powder without any effort.

This corpse powder is just a mother poison that is difficult to cure, but it has one thing in common: it can be mass-produced using corpses.

Feng Yi got the corpse powder and immediately asked Lu Youjiao to send the Beggars' Sect disciples back to Xiangyang to report. They then rushed to Helin.

Today, Karakorum has become the center of the world after the conquests during the reigns of Genghis Khan and Ogedei Khan.

From Vienna on the Danube to Bianliang on the Yellow River, from the cold Russian steppes in the north to the scorching desert of the Arabian Peninsula under the scorching sun, most of the Eurasian continent is shrouded in the power and majesty of this city.

Because of this, missionaries from the Pope of Rome, camel and horse caravans from Persian merchants, envoys from the Southern Song court, and tribute-paying officials from the Kingdom of Goryeo all gathered here.

Those checkpoints were useless, and Feng Yi, Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and others easily sneaked into Helin.

The Mongols all lived in tents, which were similar to those of the Han people, except that leather was used instead of walls. The tents were divided into rooms, with the only difference being that the more powerful the more they lived in larger rooms.

And Ogedei's concubine Toregene, known in history as Empress Naimanjin, was the regent and had the largest tent, which was as large as dozens of houses.

The tent was made of cowhide, which was tougher than cloth and could bear heavy loads. Feng Yi and the other two were all first-rate Qinggong masters, so they sneaked in at night without the tent collapsing. The three of them found it easily.

At this time, Naima Zhen had just called back his son Guiyou, and the mother and son were discussing important matters. Feng Yi and the other two immediately took action and took the lives of the two.

In Helin, he used various poisons such as Ice Soul Silver Needle and Corpse-Dissolving Powder, causing a huge bloodbath. The three men took advantage of the chaos to escape.

The Shenyi Camp was responsible for searching for criminals in Helin. Each of these warriors had three horses. When chasing the enemy over long distances, they could replace the horses when the horses were tired. It was very common for them to travel five or six hundred miles a day. Therefore, even if an assassin escaped from Helin, it would be difficult for him to escape the pursuit by the pursuers.

Fortunately, Feng Yi and his companions had arranged for people to pick them up along the way and prepared horses before the assassination. They did not need to change horses along the way and managed to escape from the desert back to the Central Plains.

Although the Mongols suffered heavy losses along the way, Zhen Zhibing and some Beggar Gang disciples lost their lives in the Mongolian desert.

When they left, there were fourteen groups of people with more than three hundred people, but when they returned to the Central Plains, there were less than ten people.

When Feng Yi and others returned to the Central Plains, the Mongolian cavalry naturally lost their advantage and could not pursue them.

After a brief rest, Feng Yi and his companions rushed to Xiangyang again. They saw the flag of Kublai Khan falling from afar, and Feng Yi and his companions took the opportunity to attack.

They could not ride horses. If they did, they would be discovered by the Mongolian rear army before they could get close, and would inevitably be shot by arrows.

A few people could only use light skills to sneak into the battle formation. Once they entered the Mongolian army formation, the effectiveness of their most powerful bows and arrows would be greatly reduced.

Feng Yi and others escaped from Green. The reason why those martial arts masters died was because the open ground could not withstand the arrows shot by the Mongolian cavalry.

The corpse-dissolving powder becomes poisonous when it comes into contact with blood. Although the poison on Feng Yi's weapon is inexhaustible, he is also afraid that the blood of the Mongolian soldiers will splash onto himself and others, so he uses his weapon while Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong use their palms. The palm wind can effectively prevent the blood from splashing onto their bodies.

As a result, the Mongolian soldiers who faced Feng Yi were covered in white smoke and ran away screaming. When the Mongolian soldiers saw people running, they fell to the ground and turned into pus.

Although Mongolia was a powerful army that had destroyed countless nations, this incredible scene was beyond their comprehension. They were so frightened that they disobeyed restraints, dragged their remaining bodies, and charged back at the Mongolian army, causing chaos in their formation.

Kublai Khan had never encountered anything like this since he took command of the army. He was so shocked and angry that he shouted, "Beat the drum three times." His eyes lit up and he said, "Blow the horn!"

The drumstick made of horse leg bones hit the cowhide drum. After three beats, a huge ram horn sounded in the air, and the generous and tragic spirit filled the universe.

The Mongolian army was well-disciplined. When they heard the drumbeats, they stopped fleeing. The shout of more than 100,000 people was like a bolt from the blue, and the mountains and rivers trembled.

Kublai Khan shouted: "Is there any battle that the descendants of Genghis Khan cannot win?" The messenger shouted out.

"No!"

The Mongolian soldiers were in high spirits.

"The Song dogs sent people to cause trouble in Helin, killed our officials, and burned our food and grass. So we will not withdraw our troops until we capture Xiangyang today, okay?"

"March!" The soldiers were so excited that they shouted in unison, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Kublai Khan took out a feathered arrow from his quiver, knelt on one knee, and looked up at the sky: "I, Kublai Khan, swear to the Eternal Heaven and the great Genghis Khan that I will not conquer Xiangyang until I have such an arrow!"

He raised both hands high, bent the arrow with all his strength, and broke it into two pieces.

Zicong asked anxiously, "How can that be possible?"

"Why not?" Kublai Khan glanced at him and said, "There are 100,000 Mongolian troops here. Are you afraid of a little Feng Yi?"

Zicong's brows slightly raised, with worry in his bright eyes, he thought: "Is the prince going all out?"

The morale of the Mongols reached its peak, and they shouted in unison: "Kill!"

Suddenly, the sound of the Hujia seemed to rise from the depths of the earth, blending with the sound of the cowhide drum, bursting out in the air with a thrilling sound. Three 10,000-man Mongolian army rushed towards Xiangyang city like a tide.

Seeing this, Guo Jing also spoke with the energy in his Dantian: "Today's battle, the city survives, and I will die with the city."

He spoke alone, and more than 100,000 people in and outside the city could hear him clearly. The Song army was impressed by his power and could not help but respond in unison: "As long as the city is alive, we will die with it."

The hurricane-like sound continued for a long time on the top of Xiangyang City.

The Mongolian army's crossbows attacked the unreachable city walls. The army behind them began to carry ladders and rushed upward one after another, placing the ladders on the top of the city walls and climbing up like ants.

Thousands of strong bows and crossbows on the top of Xiangyang City were loaded with arrows, and the ropes tied to the huge rolling logs were stretched straight. At the command of the city guard general Wang Jian, huge rocks and rolling logs fell, and the golden juice in the hundreds of large pots on the top of the city was poured out by hanging from iron chains.

Cannon arrows crossed each other in the air, and the crisp sound of bowstrings shook everyone's eardrums.

The stench of burnt flesh, the clear sound of arrows and crossbows, the rumble of rolling logs and stones, the shrill screams, and the sound of powerful arrows piercing leather armor. The Mongolian army under the city was like wheat being harvested in the autumn, where after one piece was cut down, another piece remained; or like locusts flying in the sky, where after one group was burned to death, another group remained.

Soon, the area under Xiangyang City was covered with a layer of blood-red flesh.

The Mongolian army retreated slightly. At this time, the sound of horns and drums sounded intensively. The Mongolians who had retreated a little bit rushed forward like crazy with swords and guns in hand, like waves of the sea, beating the fortified city of Xiangyang endlessly.

All this only made Lu Wenhuan's calves go limp, his whole body was sweating, his teeth were chattering, and he felt that this was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life.

Fortunately, Guo Jing had been in the Mongolian army for a long time and was familiar with all the Mongolian strategies for attacking the city. He was well prepared. No matter how the enemy used bows and arrows, firearms, stone ramps, and ladders to attack the city, the Song soldiers defending the city were in a dominant position and were able to break through them one by one.

However, when Guo Jing saw Feng Yi, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong being besieged by the Mongolian army from afar on the top of the city wall, he could only feel his breathing quicken.

This is because even if the three men were invincible in the world, it would be difficult for them to fight ten thousand alone. But if they opened the city to provide support, the Mongols might take the opportunity to seize the city.

Suddenly, a figure ran in front of Guo Jing. It was Huang Rong.

Guo Jing turned his head and looked at his wife, his eyes flickering, and said with pity: "Rong'er, you are not well yet, why are you here?"

It turned out that Huang Rong had given birth to Guo Xiang and Guo Polu. Guo Jing asked her to take care of the children and recover. Unfortunately, the battle was in full swing. Huang Rong was worried and could not help it, so she came to fight the enemy alongside her husband.

Huang Rong stood beside her husband and saw the sky filled with red clouds. The scenery was magnificent and the ferocious faces of the enemy troops below the city were faintly visible. When she looked at Guo Jing again, she saw him standing on the top of the city wall with such heroic spirit. Her heart was filled with indescribable love and attachment.

The love between him and his wife has grown deeper and deeper over time. Today, with a powerful enemy approaching, it is hard to predict whether they can repel it.

Huang Rong thought to herself, "Brother Jing and I have been married for twenty years. We fought against powerful enemies together, and if we both died on the city walls together, our lives would be worthwhile."

He took a glance and saw the city, and suddenly his face turned pale and he was in a daze.

Huang Rong saw three figures looming in the Mongolian army from the corner of her eye, and recognized that among them were her father Huang Yaoshi and her master Hong Qigong.

Huang Rong said, "Brother Jing, Gang Leader Lu sent the prepared medicine and said Feng Yi and his men are coming to attack us. Let's fight them together. Have you made a decision?"

Husband and wife are of one mind. Guo Jing knew his wife's thoughts and stared at the bloody battlefield. For the first time, he felt so strongly the feelings of his loved ones facing life and death. With a sharp pain in his chest, he said in a deep voice: "The Tartar army is too morale, we must reduce their momentum. Marshal Lu, General Wang, you must defend the city well and don't relax. I will bring 2,000 elite soldiers to fight again!"

Wang Jian heard this and said, "No, although the Tartars have suffered heavy losses, they are outnumbered. If you leave the city, how can you protect it?"

"That's right." Lü Wenhuan, who was standing behind Guo Jing, also stroked his beard and nodded: "Master Guo, the Mongols are going crazy. What's the point of you bringing 2,000 people?"

In their eyes, the life or death of Feng Yi and others is not important.

The scout soldier Liu Shuijia came to report: "An additional 10,000-man enemy reinforcements have arrived at the East Gate... The Tartars' ladders have been erected at the North Gate..."

Lu Wenhuan rolled his eyes and said, "Hero Guo, did you hear that? You can't go out!"

Guo Jing saw that his hands were shaking as he stroked his beard, and frowned. Huang Rong walked towards Zhu Ziliu and said, "Brother Zhu, distribute the medicine that Lu Gang Leader sent to the martial arts heroes, and let's charge out!"

Guo Jing said, "Let's do as Rong'er says. But we must warn our people to wear protective clothing and try not to get the poisonous water on them!"

It turned out that Lu Youjiao had already sent someone to deliver corpse-dissolving powder. Even if it was just a little bit, he could create countless more using corpses.

But Guo Jing had seen Ouyang Feng's poisonous shark in the past, and his flesh and blood became poisonous, which was too terrible. Once this poison was used, it would kill one thousand enemies and injure eight hundred of his own. After all, how could ordinary people fight without getting blood on themselves?

But seeing that his wife had given the order and his father-in-law, master, and Feng Yi were all in the Mongolian army, he had no choice but to do so.

Seeing that several people did not obey his orders, Lu Wenhuan could only sigh as Zhu Ziliu went down to prepare.

Here, Feng Yi, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong kept charging towards Kublai Khan's army, but the Mongolian horses were too numerous. After killing one group at a time, the three of them also had to prevent the poisonous water from touching themselves. Even though the three of them had extremely strong internal strength, they still faced many difficulties. It took them a long time to advance to a place a few miles away from Kublai Khan.

Feng Yi suddenly shouted, "Boss Hong, send out the needles!" Hong Qigong threw out a handful of icy silver needles.

His "Flower Rain Scattering Golden Needles" was very close and fast, and the Mongolian soldiers had no way to dodge it. Feng Yi, Huang Yaoshi, and Hong Qigong killed more than ten people in an instant. The Mongolian soldiers who were close to him slowed down their steps. Feng Yi let out a long roar and shouted, "Island Master Huang, Gang Master Hong, please help me!"

Huang Hong and Feng Yi leaped up and slapped Feng Yi's feet with their palms.

The force of Feng Yi's flying leap plus the palm power of the two people directly turned into a white rainbow, swept through the air, and flew out over the heads of the Mongolian soldiers.

The Mongolian soldiers were extremely surprised and shouted at once. Feng Yi had already flown more than ten feet away, and his strength was not yet weakened. Someone shouted, "Shoot!"

Feng Yi roared in the air and threw the black sword. This throw was the result of all his life's skills. A black light came down from above and pounced towards Kublai Khan who was hundreds of meters away.

Kublai Khan's personal soldiers pulled him off his horse, and the soldiers holding spears and armored guards stood in front of him.

Feng Yi's movements were as fast as lightning, but the arrows shot towards Feng Yi like rain in the slanting wind.

Feng Yi waited for the arrow to arrive, then he gathered his true energy, somersaulted in mid-air, passed over a dozen Mongolian soldiers, and landed on a horse.

At this time, Feng Yi rode his horse straight towards Kublai Khan, but after rushing out for only a few feet, arrows were shot at him again like a rainstorm.

Feng Yi bounced up, and with a bang, he broke the horse's spine and bounced out several feet again, passing the warriors and rushing towards Kublai Khan.

These moves were like the sudden change of a rabbit and a magpie. By the time everyone reacted, Feng Yi had already floated in front of Kublai Khan and others.

The personal soldiers escorted Kublai Khan and left, but Feng Yi swung the bloody knife in his hand, and a swirling light appeared. Puff puff puff, seven or eight people were chopped to the ground, and white smoke was coming out.

A few feet away, Feng Yi slapped lightly with his palm! "Boom boom" suddenly there was a loud thunder in the sky.

Everyone was startled, especially Feng Yi, who felt the thunder right next to his ear. Not only did he feel dizzy, but he also felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and his body sank.

Feng Yi didn't know why this happened, but he knew that the opportunity was fleeting. Seeing the Mongolian soldiers rushing towards him, he shouted loudly, his hair flying, his clothes bulging, and with a flick of his wrist, a long whip flew out from his arms. He spun around, and swept the long whip across in a circle, with great force and unstoppable momentum.

There is a saying in the martial arts world: "Practice long weapons, not short ones; practice hard weapons, not soft ones." It means that short weapons are easy to learn but difficult to master, and soft weapons are more difficult to practice than hard weapons.

Feng Yi was proficient in all arts, and he used his strength to wield the Golden Dragon Whip with great force and speed, sweeping it across the faces of the crowd. His whip was as powerful as an iron rod, and the sound of bangs was endless. Seven or eight Mongolian soldiers were hit on the face by the whip and fell to the ground immediately.

Kublai Khan's personal soldiers were all brave warriors, and some of them still rushed forward. Feng Yi slapped out with his left hand, and four or five people suddenly felt that their bones were about to break. They screamed, spurted blood from their mouths, and fell out like kites with broken strings.

Feng Yi's move was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Feng Yi had been with Hong Qigong for half a year, so when they discussed martial arts, he naturally brought it up.

Hong Qigong knew that Huang Yaoshi had taught Feng Yi everything he knew, so how could he fall behind?

Feng Yi rushed in again, grabbed the bloody knife, and threw it at Kublai Khan with a whoosh. Several guards protected Kublai Khan and helped him to dodge.

Unexpectedly, at the same time Feng Yi threw the knife, he had already jumped up and slapped out with his palm. This palm was delivered with all his strength, fast and accurate. With a bang, Kublai Khan vomited blood. The huge force carried him flying several feet away, somersaulted, and fell down. His momentum was not yet over, and he rolled another five feet before stopping, but he had already died on the spot.

Kublai Khan fell to the ground, and all his soldiers were stunned. Then they attacked with swords and spears. Feng Yi roared and waved his palm to fight back. Suddenly, [A beeping sound came from my mind. The host violated the system task...]"

At this time, Guo Jing raised his spear and shouted: "Today, let the Mongolian Tartars know the good skills of us Song Dynasty men!"

He had personally led the army and martial arts heroes to the city to rescue. Tens of thousands of troops were fighting under the city, and although the Mongolian soldiers were brave, the weapons of the Song army were coated with corpse-dissolving poison. No one was afraid of this situation!

How could the yellow water terror created by Feng Yi alone be compared with that created by a thousand people?

As soon as the system issued this prompt, "Not good." A terrible thought popped up in Feng Yi's mind: "Could it be..." He immediately broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, "Kublai Khan is dead, quickly send troops..."

This shout was heard by all the soldiers. The Mongolian army had been frightened by the slaughter caused by Guo Jing and others, and when they heard this long roar, they lost their composure for a moment and began to flee in disarray.

But before Feng Yi could finish his words, he felt his body lighten, as if he was in a cloud. His abundant and powerful true energy disappeared completely. He was exhausted in an instant, and fell to the ground. Suddenly, a rain of arrows shot towards him.

In the past, the system gave Feng Yi the task of helping Kublai Khan to unify the world, but he did not want to go against his will. Not only did he turn a deaf ear to it, he also killed the founding emperor of the Yuan Dynasty!

Unexpectedly, when his goal was achieved, his inner strength, which he was proud of, actually left his body. Feng Yi had fought all the way here, relying entirely on his deep inner strength, but it was gone in an instant.

His whole body was sore and he couldn't dodge in time. Many shadows flashed before his eyes. No matter they were relatives or enemies, they were all fleeting. They were both close and far away from him. He couldn't catch them at all. At the last moment, he suddenly felt a sense of sadness: "Is this worth it?"

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At this time, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong cried out in surprise. Although they didn't know why Feng Yi suddenly became ineffective, they were far away from each other and were only anxious in vain, but they had no energy to help Feng Yi! At this time, the Mongolian soldiers turned into yellow water, and the collapse was unstoppable. The generals killed the fleeing soldiers one after another, but still couldn't stop the defeat.

Guo Jing and others took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, while Lu Wenhuan and Wang Jian in the city also broke through the city walls and rushed out.

The Mongolian army suffered countless casualties and was no longer a military unit. They only thought about how to escape this nightmare of turning into yellow water, so they lost all their fighting spirit and fled in panic. Countless people died, throwing flags and spears along the way, and fled north in disarray. The 100,000 soldiers and civilians on the top of Xiangyang City shouted in unison to boost the morale of the army.

At this time, Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi faced the chaotic soldiers and rushed over to the place where Feng Yi had just fallen, but there was nothing but meat paste, not even a trace of his shadow could be seen! Hong Qigong's hands trembled, and he was at a loss.

Huang Yaoshi protected him, pushed back several soldiers, and asked urgently, "Seventh Brother, do you want to be trampled to death by the soldiers?"

Although Hong Qigong was heartbroken, he knew this very well. Now that the Mongolian army of tens of thousands had become a rout and Feng Yi had become a meat paste, they would also have the same result here. Following Huang Yaoshi, he seized a horse and rushed to Xiangyang! Since the Mongolian and Song armies had fought, there had never been such a great defeat. Guo Jing and others took advantage of the victory and pursued them for more than 30 miles. Lu Wenhuan quickly sent out a messenger to summon Guo Jing back to defend the city, and the Song army returned triumphantly.

The Song army won a great victory in this battle, but unfortunately Feng Yi died in the chaos, and not even his body was left. Huang Rong, Zhu Ziliu, Guo Fu, Xiao Wu and Xiao Wu all sighed secretly.

However, the pacification envoy Lu Wenhuan led his personal soldiers and officers, with great fanfare, and lined up outside the city to welcome the triumphant army!

He didn't care that Feng Yi was dead, and even thought that it was a good thing that he died, because no official liked what Feng Yi had done!

If they could kill officials on sight in Mongolia, why couldn't they do the same to the Song Dynasty? It would be best if these unstable elements died! The common people also crowded outside the city, displaying wine, incense, and candles, and bowing to express their condolences.

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and others stood on the top of the city wall. They felt as if their hearts were filled with lead and they were so heavy that they could hardly breathe.

Guo Jing returned to the army and looked at his master and father-in-law. Seeing that they were extremely depressed, he asked them what was going on.

Guo Fu lamented, "Feng Yi is dead!"

Instantly, a huge sorrow surged into Guo Jing's heart like a tide. He could no longer bear it and burst into tears. He said with a sigh: "If it weren't for the hero Feng who saved the situation today, I'm afraid... Alas..."

Huang Yaoshi saw the victorious army and chanted: "The general has fought in hundreds of battles and his reputation has been ruined. Standing at the river bridge, he looks back thousands of miles away, and his old friends are no longer with him. The Yi River whistles in the cold west wind, and the clothes in the hall are as white as snow. The hero's sad song has not yet finished..."

Xin Qiji was the person whom Huang Yaoshi admired most in his time. He saw the vast land of China fall into the hands of barbarians and aspired to restore it, but his fate was unfortunate and his ambitions could not be fulfilled. After hundreds of battles, he could only sing a sad song. He thought to himself: "Today's battle is all thanks to Feng Yi. If Mr. Jiaxuan knew about this in the afterlife, it would be enough to comfort him!"

But I heard the cries of people in Xiangyang City, some crying for their husbands, some for their children and grandchildren, and some for their fathers...

Huang Yaoshi suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl, which was so sad and heartbreaking that it made people feel heartbroken.

Hong Qigong looked compassionate and sighed, "Feng Yi once said that this world is full of different kinds of beings, and it is bizarre and colorful! He does not like power struggles, nor does he have the ambition to build a career. He also has no intention of helping anyone to dominate the world, but he does not want the Five Barbarians' Rebellion and the Jingkang Incident to happen again! But for the people of the world, whether they are Mongolians or Han people, their goal is actually the same, to overthrow the current emperor and rebuild a new government. In this process, there will still be casualties everywhere, and mountains of corpses.

If there were gods and Buddhas, would they only watch over the mortal world from the sky, and would they only favor the one chosen from the ten thousand who is destined to be their prince charming? Would they allow them to turn misfortune into fortune and turn disaster into blessing, while being indifferent and turning a blind eye to the tears of ordinary people and the pain of every son or father who has lost his or her life?

For the sake of power and his own selfish desires, he lets innocent people die for him!

When those generals sent their so-called destined princes to the throne, they gained wealth and glory, but what did those who died on the battlefield gain? Perhaps few people understood why they were fighting, and they didn't know whether they could get what they wanted after their death, and what would happen to their families!

And who knows what kind of happiness those warriors who survived hundreds of deaths and returned home experienced? "

Hong Qigong thought about the bloody, cruel process along the way, which gave him, a master like him, a strong shock he had never experienced before.

He suddenly felt that it didn't matter who owned the world. What mattered was that he didn't want to see people fighting to the death anymore, and that was ultimately a delusion! Hong Qigong's retelling also made Guo Jing and the others tremble.

Each generation of emperors and court officials had their own generation. These superiors got what they wanted, but for ordinary people, there was actually no difference, and they might even lose their loved ones at home.

But they still care about the death of Feng Yi, but what about the soldiers? Aren't they also heroes? How many of them care? Lu Wenhuan looked very happy, and he also felt that this was a great victory and was quite happy...

At this moment, after being influenced by Feng Yi for a long time, everyone thought about the heavy casualties suffered by the Mongolian army and the heavy losses suffered by the Song army, especially the mourning of every family in Xiangyang City, which inspired new thinking.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong suddenly understood why Feng Yi clearly helped the Han people but looked down on the Song Dynasty.

Because those emperors and princes all had to eat "human flesh".

There was never a moment when Guo Jing looked at everything in the world from Feng Yi's point of view, and he was extremely confused for a moment.

Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily, turned around and strode westward. Huang Rong called out, "Dad..."

Huang Yaoshi ignored him and continued walking while laughing. However, no trace of sadness or joy could be heard in his laughter.

Hong Qigong said in a clear voice: "How pathetic and pitiful all living beings are!"

Having said this, he left with a long laugh.

The two men laughed loudly into the sky, as if bringing a little joy to the lost life.

But it seems like a kind of irony! Under desire, all living beings are chess pieces! …

In history, Kublai Khan was the Great Khan of Mongolia after Mongke. He founded the Yuan Dynasty, unified the country and achieved unprecedented achievements.

But now, everything has become unknown.

Because the succession of the Mongolian Khanate was full of uncertainties, the actions of the Song Dynasty were even more unspeakable.

The succession of the Mongol Khan was not a simple succession from father to son; a kurultai assembly had to be convened, where the royal family, princes, important ministers and generals would jointly recommend and support him.

This was because Genghis Khan designated his third son Ogedei as his heir during his lifetime, but at the same time, in accordance with the Mongolian custom of "the youngest son inherits the property", he left most of his territory, tribesmen, and army to his youngest son Tolui.

Genghis Khan had more than 100,000 elite troops, and he gave 100,000 to Tolui. His other sons and several younger brothers only received a few thousand people each.

Perhaps Temujin wanted to give more compensation to his youngest son, who was his favorite but failed to take over, but people who are familiar with history must understand that this operation is a disaster.

Even in modern society, can a major shareholder who holds absolute control be willing to let someone else take the chairman's seat? Therefore, according to Mongolian customs, Tolui "supervised the country" alone for two years before convening the kurultai to confirm the Han candidate. The meeting was delayed for more than 40 days, and no position was expressed.

Jochi had always been on good terms with his younger brother Tolui, and their queens were sisters. Chagatai, the second brother, had always been at odds with his eldest brother, using the excuse that Jochi's bloodline was questionable, and tried his best to exclude his eldest brother, but fully supported his third brother Ogedei to take the throne.

At that time, Jochi had already died. Under the strong recommendation of Chagatai and the influence of Genghis Khan's last will, Tolui reluctantly supported Ogedei.

But no matter who it is, if they were in Ogedei's position, they would not be able to sleep, so a few months later, Tolui, who was only 39 years old, suddenly died.

Ogedei began to seize troops from Tolui's faction. Mongke and others were extremely reluctant, but Tolui's wife Sorghaghtani Beki insisted on carrying out the plan despite opposition from many others.

According to Mongolian customs, at this time she had full control over the family property, enjoyed the same status and power as her husband, and became the person in charge of the entire Tolui family.

In this way, it seems that Ogedei bullied his brothers, an orphan and a widow, and that the Tore family was generous.

Ogedei naturally sensed this and issued an edict requiring Sorghaghtani Beki to marry his eldest son Guyuk.

A widow marrying her nephew is not considered unusual in grassland customs. But this move is like cutting off the firewood from the bottom of the pot, swallowing up the entire Tolui clan.

But Sorghaghtani Beki did not give in and replied that she would raise the children to adulthood and that they would never abandon each other, in a tactful but firm manner.

After all, the Tolui faction was an important force in the Mongol Empire. For a time, Ogedei was helpless. On major military and political affairs, he had to consult with Sorghaghtani Beki and seek the opinions of the Tolui faction before taking any action.

The Tore clan also accumulated strong financial resources by managing the fiefdoms in the Central Plains Han area.

Ogedei died suddenly after 13 years on the throne! His death plunged the Mongol Empire into chaos again because of the issue of succession, because the "crown prince" Shiremun was still a minor, and Mongolia was carrying out the "eldest son's western expedition", and the backbone of the empire was gone.

Queen Naimazhen, as the widow of Ogedei, took over the central power. She did not want Shiremün to ascend the throne, and planned to have her own son Guyuk take over the throne. She tried her best to win over the princes, indulged herself to the extreme, and the government was in chaos.

That is why Yelu Chucai was marginalized. Under the strict control of Sorghaghtani Beki, the sons of the Tolui clan strictly abided by the family rules of their ancestors and kept themselves out of trouble in the chaotic government.

Therefore, after the death of Ogedei, the throne of the Great Khan of Mongolia remained vacant for five years. It was then that Queen Naimanzhen organized a kurultai assembly and allowed her son Guyuk to ascend the throne. The Tolui clan also attended the assembly early and expressed their support for Guyuk.

Because of the tradition of the grassland empire, just like choosing a wolf king from a wolf pack, only the strong can win the support of the others and become king.

As the eldest son of Ogedei, Guyuk was already 36 years old at the time. He had led expeditions to Goryeo in the east and to the Cumans in the west. However, the love and hatred of his fathers such as Jochi, Chagatai, Ogedei, and Tolui were naturally passed on to the next generation.

During the Mongol invasion of the West, Batu, the son of Jochi, and Mongke, the son of Tolui, had a good relationship with each other, but they fell out with the descendants of Chagatai and Ogedei.

At a drinking party, Guyuk, the eldest son of Ogedei, and Buri, the grandson of Chagatai, insulted Batu in public, and the two sides parted unhappily.

After Guyuk came to power, he was indeed ambitious. He first rectified the government and centralized power. To this end, he did not hesitate to arrest and execute his mother's favorite minister Fatima. Even the edicts and tokens that Queen Naimanzhen had issued to the princes in order to build relationships were all taken back.

He interfered in the affairs of the Chagatai clan, deposed and enthroned rulers, and also tried to win over the Tolui clan. He appointed his aunt Sorghaghtani Beki as the person in charge of distributing rewards at the kurultai assembly.

After pacifying these two major mountain strongholds, he also had to eliminate Batu, the son of Jochi. He led his army westward, using the excuse of returning to the fiefdom of the Western Regions for a tour, preparing to launch a surprise attack on Batu.

Mongke's mother Sorghaghtani Beki, who had been watching coldly, sent someone to inform Batu and sold a huge favor to Jochi.

Batu received the news, but he was not afraid. He marched eastwards, and it seemed that a war between the Golden Family was inevitable...

Keguiyou continued the tradition of his uncle Tolui and father Ogedei who died suddenly, and actually died of illness on the "Western Tour".

He and the Batu clan almost came to war, and they became irreconcilable enemies.

The Chagatai Khanate was deposed and enthroned, but the enthroned Khan Yesun Mongke was incompetent and incompetent. Khara Hulagu Khan, who was deposed for no reason, became the enemy from then on, and the original ally Chagatai Khanate had no hope.

As for the Tolui faction, they are even more of an enemy.

Tolui was killed by Ogedei, and Guyuk almost married Tolui's wife Sorghaghtani Beki, the mother of Mongke, Kublai and others.

The situation within the Ogedei faction was even more chaotic.

Queen Naimanzhen stated the pros and cons at the previous kurultai assembly and was willing to go against the will of Ogedei Khan. She abandoned Shiremün and promoted Guyuk. To this end, she also suppressed Ogedei's second son, Qoduan, who was still alive at the time, and the internal strife was fierce.

Kuoduan led his troops to attack the former Tibetan territory and became the powerful King of Xiliang.

Therefore, after Guyuk's death, the Ogedei clan was left behind, divided and deserted by its relatives and friends.

At that time, his mother, Queen Naimanzhen, had passed away. Guyuk's widow, Ouli, known in history as Queen Haimish, followed suit and took over her husband's power, thus starting a two-year period of Queen Haimish's "ruling the country" in the Mongol Empire.

But she did not have the vision and breadth of mind of Tolui's wife Sorghaghtani Beki, nor was she as opportunistic as Queen Naimanzhen. She only knew how to pray to the gods and talk nonsense with the shamans.

At this time, Batu, the leader of the Jochi clan, had become the oldest and most senior among the grandchildren of Genghis Khan, and served as the commander-in-chief of the "Eldest Son's Western Expedition" during the reign of Ogedei.

He organized a kurultai in his own territory and planned to change the situation, but he also encountered many obstacles. The Ogedei Khan's faction proposed that Shiremün should be nominated, otherwise it would be against the will of the Great Khan Ogedei.

But Mongke's younger brother Ariq Boke said that it was Guyuk who disobeyed the will of the previous Khan and ascended the throne without Shirembang.

You can break the contract, so why can't we? Once this logical gap was opened, Tolui's wife Sorghaghtani Beki organized a second kurultai in the family home where Tolui was the "youngest son to inherit the property", which was also the place where Genghis Khan was born.

Mongke's mother's reputation and connections spread far and wide, so Batu also sent his younger brother Berke to lead a large army to support the cause.

The Tolui family was internally stable and united against external foes. At this kurultai assembly in their homeland, Mongke's younger brother Kublai was responsible for receiving and monitoring all the princes attending the meeting; his younger brother Hulagu was in charge of the food staff and guards to maintain order in the venue; and his half-brother Ariq Boke was responsible for guarding the door of the tent hall and controlling the entry and exit of the princes.

These people were Tolui's most outstanding sons, and they all worked hard to help their elder brother Mongke become Khan.

Without mentioning the reputation and connections of Mongke's mother, and according to the Mongolian "alpha wolf" theory, Mongke was middle-aged and had participated in the Western Expedition of the eldest son and the war to destroy the Jin Dynasty, which was enough to convince the public. Looking at all the princes of the Ogedei clan, there is really no one who can rival him.

The Ogedei clan was divided into five parts, and Guyuk suppressed his brothers and Batu. They all wanted revenge.

It is because of the saying that when the time comes, heaven and earth are on your side, and when the luck is gone, the hero cannot be free.

Tolui, who was the regent at the time, did not get the throne of Khan. After more than 20 years, his son Mongke finally took it back.

During his nine-year reign, Mongke continued the operations of his uncles Ogedei, Guyuk and others to suppress his younger brother Kublai.

Later, Mongke conquered the Song Dynasty and died in Hezhou. His younger brother, the seventh prince Ariq Boke, was supported by the princes in the northern Mongolian hometown of Khorin and became the Khan. Kublai led his army back north to compete with Ariq Boke for the throne, and the brothers led their elite troops to fight each other.

In the end, Kublai Khan won, but the Mongolian army had been severely damaged. It was not until the ninth year of Emperor Duzong of Song's Xianchun reign that the Mongolian army attacked Xiangyang again, took it in one fell swoop, and destroyed the Song Dynasty.

Because of this, Mongolia in history has been in civil strife for decades after Genghis Khan's death, but the Song Dynasty was still destroyed. Although Feng Yi killed Guyuk and Queen Naimanzhen, no one knows what will happen to Mongolia, and it is even more impossible to assume what will happen to the Song Dynasty.

Including the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty by Kublai Khan, the succession of the throne among his descendants, and the constant outbreak of civil strife in Mongolia. Even the capital city of Dadu fell several times, but it still ruled for nearly a hundred years.

It was not until Zhu Yuanzhang emerged and fought wars in the south and the north that the Mongolian rule was ended.

Therefore, whether the Mongolians’ entry into the Central Plains was due to the incompetence of the Han Chinese or the national destiny, which was beyond human control, is a question that has no answer at all.

Imagine if the Song Dynasty had been established with the sudden death of the regent and the Great Khan, with several factions fighting for the throne and civil strife. Would his foreign enemies have given him the same opportunity as the Mongols, to remain standing and unify the country? (End of this chapter)