After hearing the word "Daoist companion", Xu Xianxian's expression changed for a moment, but she immediately regained her composure and did not say anything extra.
The memories flooding into her mind now were a little confusing, and she couldn't figure out the current situation, so having her Taoist partner not around actually saved her a lot of trouble.
If his true identity is exposed by the other party, with the current level of this body, he would probably be doomed to die if he faced Zhuyeqing or his Taoist partner.
She also didn't know what the punishment would be for being killed in this historical projection. Maybe she would get lost in it, or be sealed, but it would definitely not be a good thing, so she would not take the risk of death.
While the two women were talking, the Mongolian army in the distance had already begun to attack the city. They drove the civilians to serve as human shields to cover the Mongolian attacks on both sides.
"Archers, prepare..." Looking at the dense crowd below, the county lieutenant, after receiving the order from the magistrate, commanded from the top of the city wall. He had to dodge the cold arrows shot from the bottom of the city wall from time to time. He shouted to the soldiers around him: "Shoot!"
At this time, even if those civilians were once citizens of the Song Dynasty, they could not stop.
But after several waves of arrows, the battlefield was already a river of blood, and the ground was covered with corpses, including those of the Mongolian army and those of prisoners of war and civilians.
Just as the Song army was preparing to intensify its counterattack, the Mongolian army stopped advancing. After a while, an elderly man was pushed out from the crowd.
"It's Master Li! Stop it!"
As soon as the county lieutenant saw who was coming, he quickly ordered the archers to stop, and then subconsciously looked at the county magistrate next to him.
"he..."
Xu Xianxian in the corner glanced at the hunched old man, and some images flashed through her mind. In her memory, she had been "practicing medicine and saving lives" along the way, and had come into contact with this elderly man several times.
"Li Zhipan is the father of the magistrate of Wusheng County. He is a renowned scholar in Shuzhong and an expert in military tactics. This time, he is assisting General Zhang Shi in the fight against the Mongols. However, the Song army suffered a crushing defeat in the Battle of Mahujiang some time ago, and many generals and officials were captured." Zhuyeqing simply shook his head at the puzzled look in Xu Xianxian's eyes. "Although we have only met Li Zhipan a few times, we know that he is different from the average sour scholar."
Humans who can make demons look at them differently are not ordinary people.
But no matter what Li Zhipan's character and ability were, the prison uniform on his body was tattered and covered in blood and filth, and it looked like he had suffered cruel torture at the hands of the Mongolian army.
Li Zhipan was over sixty years old and was already very old. After being captured, he was tortured. If he had not been still holding on, he would have gone to hell long ago.
But even so, it is like a candle in the wind and may go out at any time.
"Li Zhixian, your old father is in our hands. If you surrender now, the Khan might show mercy and spare your life!"
Suddenly a young Taoist priest came out from the side, picked up the chains on Li Zhipan's body, and shouted loudly towards the city wall.
However, before the county magistrate could react, Li Zhipan suddenly stood up with strength from nowhere, and a pale yellow light emanated from his body, pushing the young Taoist priest in front of him to stagger.
This is the great spirit, cultivated and brewed by scholars for decades, but now it has become the old man's last ray of light.
"A man of noble character and integrity does not seek to live at the expense of his integrity, but rather sacrifices his life to achieve it. This is how they achieve perfection and uphold justice. How much more so, if I die today for the world and my country... This is a worthy death, so what do I have to fear?"
Before the young Taoist priest could react, Li Zhipan laughed loudly, his hair and beard standing on end. He tried to straighten his hunched body. Even though his wound was affected and blood seeped through his prison uniform, he did not waver at all.
His laughter stopped abruptly. He looked at the city wall not far away, as if taking one last look at his son, and shouted with all his strength, "Shoot!"
On the city wall, the archers did not move. Their eyes showed some emotion, but then they became numb again. After defending the city for the past few days, they had become accustomed to the infighting among their own people and the terror of life and death.
However, whether to shoot or not at this moment depends on the order of the county magistrate.
The newly appointed county lieutenant had a complicated expression on his face. He glanced at Magistrate Li, who was standing there in a daze, and said quickly, "Mr. Magistrate..."
County Magistrate Li did not react, but his eyes were a little dazed, with a crystal-like luster flashing, reflecting the roar of his father in the distance. After a moment of silence, he slowly closed his eyes and uttered two words. His voice was neither high nor low, without much hesitation or trembling.
"...release the arrow."
Two lines of tears fell, wetting his clothes.
Swish——
Hundreds of archers received the order. Although their numbers were small and they could not shoot thousands of arrows at once, the sky above the city wall still turned gray. Then a large amount of arrows rained down, penetrating the distance in space and all landed on the driven captives and the Mongolian troops behind them.
Li Zhipan was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. Under the rain of arrows, he became like a sieve made of rags, but his body did not fall down, but stood upright in place.
The hatred of the ministers has not yet been avenged!
The young Taoist simply cursed inwardly "bad luck" and quickly moved away from the range of the rain of arrows.
"The Tartars destroyed my family and my people, and caused my compatriots to kill each other..."
"Hate it!"
"Shangxie, please! Please open your eyes!"
"Heaven is unjust, allowing the barbarians to disrupt China..."
Some of the captives were afraid, some were unwilling, and some were angry, but the emotion they all shared was resentment.
But under the merciless rain of arrows, all the resentment was crushed into dust.
"attack!"
This situation seemed to have been anticipated by the Mongolian general. His expression did not change much, and he just gave the final order to break into the city.
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