Whoosh——
Xu Xianxian was suspended high in the sky, her red dress fluttering in the wind.
"After months of dormancy, I've finally fully adapted to my demigod form." She glanced at the battlefield below, where densely packed soldiers surged toward Diaoyucheng like a tide. "But I don't have much time left. I need to defeat the Destiny Black Dragon as quickly as possible."
After defeating the Black Dragon of Destiny, Bai Suzhen will be able to absorb the remaining Heavenly Dao rules within it, thereby ascending to become a celestial immortal, transcending time and breaking free from the suppression and constraints of Heaven.
But after waiting for several months, there was still no sign of King Arthur. Xu Xianxian didn't have time to wait any longer. Anyway, she didn't pin her hopes on outsiders.
She raised her head and looked at the huge black dragon of destiny in the distance. The dragon had completely locked onto her, with anger and disdain in its eyes. If she made the slightest movement, she would be met with a strong backlash from this world.
If it were an ordinary earthly immortal, they would probably flee at the sight of the storm, fearing they would be burned, causing a thunderstorm disaster, and ultimately death. However, Xu Xianxian was no ordinary earthly immortal. After gaining one-third of the Fairy Mother's power, she could be said to be her incarnation.
He is a demigod in the true sense, equivalent to a half-step celestial being in this world.
Xu Xianxian tucked her messy hair behind her ears and smiled at the Black Dragon of Destiny. "Fortunately, you can only rely on instinct, intervening in the world through mortal hands, and don't know how to take the initiative. This gives me time to prepare the forbidden spell..."
Her low laughter suddenly sounded in the sky, then grew louder and louder, and her laughter was filled with a strange madness. In the end, only the strange, twisted, meaningless roar in her throat remained.
The wind stopped.
"Drive these hundreds of Song soldiers into the city!"
Yang Dayuan came galloping on his warhorse, surrounded by a large number of soldiers, and headed straight for the strategic location of Diaoyucheng.
This is an area with undulating mountains and gullies dug by Song soldiers. It is not suitable for cavalry charges, so except for the main general who rides a warhorse, the others are infantry. Therefore, the marching speed is not fast, but it is more than enough to pursue the defeated army that has been terrified by the killing.
Moreover, Yang Dayuan had his own plans. After the previous successful surprise attack, he had completely defeated the Song army's vanguard, cutting off the possibility of support from outside the city. Therefore, he tried his best to drive these defeated soldiers into Diaoyucheng. At this time, no matter what his considerations were, the defending general Wang Jian would definitely open the city gates to receive them.
If Wang Jian was a man of hard heart and abandoned these defeated soldiers, then his goal would have been achieved.
It would be fine if it was just the captives and civilians who were being driven into submission, but Wang Jian even ignored the Song soldiers who had come to support him. What a huge blow to the morale of the panic-stricken defenders in the city!
No matter what the effect is, it can at least reduce Wang Jian's prestige.
He certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to rely on his own troops to attack the city. They had already achieved the desired results. Wang Jian had killed the Jin State treasure sent by the Khan, and the Golden Tent was furious about this move. Therefore, if he could curb Wang Jian's prestige, he would receive a lot of praise from the Khan and increase his influence within the Mongolian army.
"Wang Jian, Wang Jian, although I am late in following the dragon, I am still a hundred times better than someone like you who would rather destroy your clan than know how to deal with current events!"
Riding the warhorse, Yang Dayuan's eyes were fierce and he muttered in a low voice.
Although surrendered generals who defected to the Mongols were generally given important positions, they were in a difficult position, especially since the Song Dynasty was still under control and they still bore the marks of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, these former compatriots and colleagues became symbols of his past humiliation.
If Wang Jian could be killed, the imprint of the Song people could be washed away and they could truly become guests of honor of the Mongolian army.
As Diaoyucheng was getting closer, one could even see heads moving on the city walls, quickly gathering and integrating to prepare for the attack.
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Yang Dayuan caught up with a Song soldier in front who had no time to escape, swept his spear across, and pierced into the gap in the opponent's armor. With the impact of the warhorse, he lifted the Song soldier into the air without even a scream.
Blood slid down the tip of the gun, adding a bit of blood color to the sharp weapon.
In war, spears and broadswords are the main weapons. Swords and the like are things that scholars and Taoists play with. If a soldier holds one, it is estimated that there will be a lot of holes on his body before he even unsheathes it.
"Kill them all!" Yang Dayuan threw the corpse to the other side and swung his spear forward again. The heads of the two Song soldiers who turned around to resist were directly cut off. The bodies were separated and a large amount of blood was splattered. "We must force Wang Jian to open the city gate!"
However, even though he roared so loudly, he used force in his hands to tighten the reins of the warhorse. The horse's cry rang out heavily on the ground, but it did not move forward any further.
He was the commander-in-chief, and unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not lead the troops. Now that he had taken the lead, he would be in danger of death if he continued to advance into the city.
No matter if they were generals or ordinary soldiers, they were just flesh and blood. With one blow of the sword, their heads would fall to the ground and they would be deader than dead.
“Kill!”
At this moment, under the command of Yang Dayuan, thousands of soldiers shouted and screamed with deafening roars, rushing towards the hundreds of defeated soldiers who were fleeing in a panic, and surrounded them, forcing the other side to escape under the city gate.
Inside Diaoyucheng.
Wang Jian had already received the report from the scouts and had already gone to the city wall to watch. Seeing thousands of Mongolian soldiers chasing and killing hundreds of Song soldiers, even he could not help but hesitate, wondering whether to open the city gate to receive these defeated soldiers.
"General! Is this a conspiracy by the Mongol army? Making the surrendered soldiers pretend to be defeated and use torture as a pretext?" A military advisor nearby intervened, "The city gates must not be opened. If they are opened, even if we can defeat these several thousand Mongol troops, it will inevitably cause us heavy casualties, not to mention whether there are other Mongol troops..."
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