[The New Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber] (Chapter 62)

Chapter 62 The Battle of Xiangyang, The End of The Condor Heroes (Part 1)

Zhang Wuji embraced Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou, laughing, "Long'er, Fairy Sister, you two are both my precious

treasures..." He then kissed each of them on the cheek. This caused the two to playfully scold him, their jade hands lightly punching Zhang Wuji

's chest.

After playing for a while, Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu inadvertently glanced at each other, their pretty faces blushing with shyness

. Then they smiled at each other, not expecting that their fellow disciples would end up with the same person. It was really a bargain for him, but thinking of

Zhang Wuji , their hearts softened with love, yet they also felt somewhat helpless about his absurdity.

Outside Xiangyang City, horns sounded one after another. Looking into the distance, banners fluttered, swords and halberds were like a forest, and horses galloped

back and forth . Xiangyang City seemed to be shrouded in dust and sand, and the Mongol army had already surrounded the city.

On the city wall, Guo Jing, long sword in hand, oversaw the troops. Huang Rong stood beside him, gazing at the endless

Mongol camps outside the city, a sense of worry rising within her. She wondered if they could once again repel the powerful enemy pressing in. Thinking of

this, an image of Zhang Wuji flashed through her mind. She sighed softly, a hint of resentment and sadness in her voice, thinking

, "Wuji, where have you been? No news for over a decade. Were

all lies, just playing with me?"

"Rong'er, what's wrong? Are you worried about the situation in Xiangyang?" Guo Jing asked, noticing Huang Rong's furrowed brow.

"Ah…" Huang Rong, startled by Guo Jing's question, blushed and said, "Yes,

Brother Jing , this time the Mongols are coming with overwhelming force, stronger than ever before…"

Guo Jing nodded, sighed, and remained silent, but his furrowed brow betrayed his

worry .

The next day, at the crack of dawn, the sounds of drums and horns thundered outside the city; the Mongol army was attacking. Lu Wende, the pacification commissioner of Xiangyang

, and the general in charge of defending the city led their troops to guard the four gates. The Mongols launched a massive attack, with countless strong Mongol warriors

roaring as they charged towards the city walls. The Song soldiers on the walls relentlessly fired arrows and

hurled pre-prepared stones down, creating a hail of arrows and stones. However, the Mongol soldiers were disciplined;

facing the arrows and stones overhead, not a single one retreated, only shouting as they charged forward.

Then the Mongols erected siege ladders, scaling Xiangyang from all directions. But Xiangyang, having withstood

the Mongols for so many years, naturally had its own methods. The Song soldiers within Xiangyang were seasoned veterans;

they used wooden planks to push the ladders down the city walls.

The two sides were evenly matched, but after a while, many fierce Mongol soldiers still managed to scale the city walls.

These soldiers surged forward relentlessly, and once they reached the top, they immediately began hacking at the Song soldiers on the city walls, disregarding their own lives. A fierce

battle raged between the two sides.

The battle lasted from morning until afternoon; the sun was slowly setting, but the Mongols showed no

intention of retreating. Countless Mongol soldiers continued to swarm towards Xiangyang like locusts.

Just then, a large banner with nine tassels was raised high, and a troop of men, protected by iron cavalry and accompanied by green umbrellas and yellow canopies,

galloped closer. It was none other than the Great Khan M?ngke, personally overseeing the battle. The Mongol Great Khan stood on a small hill, personally directing the battle.

Two hundred large drums beat deafeningly beside him, drowning out all other sounds. One by one,

centurions and commanders, dead or wounded, their armor stained with blood, were carried down from the front lines.

It was past midnight, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars twinkled, illuminating the earth below. The sky was calm and peaceful

, but on the ground, over a hundred thousand men were engaged in a fierce, life-or-death battle. This great battle raged from dawn until late at night, with both sides

suffering extremely heavy casualties, and the outcome remained undecided. The Song army held the advantage of terrain, while the Mongol army relied on its superior numbers.

After a long battle, suddenly a shout was heard from the vanguard, and a troop of Song

soldiers charged towards the hill. M?ngke's personal guards immediately opened fire with arrows to block them. From his high vantage point, M?ngke looked down and saw a Song general wielding two spears

, riding a tall horse, charging left and right through the battle formation, unstoppable. Arrows rained down on him, but

he deflected them all. M?ngke waved his left hand, and the drumbeats ceased instantly. Turning to his attendants, he asked, "This man is so valiant, do you

know who he is?" A general on his left replied, "Your Majesty, this is Guo Jing.

Genghis Khan appointed him as the Golden Knife Prince Consort, and he distinguished himself in the Western Expedition." M?ngke exclaimed, "Ah, so it is him!

General, your bravery is truly legendary!"

Guo Jing continued to swing his palms, the roar of a dragon echoing across the hill, killing the Mongols around him. He then slaughtered several

centurions and chiliarchs before charging towards M?ngke. The guards protecting him were alarmed. Two centurions stepped in front of

the Khan , and with a soft thud, an arrow pierced the first centurion, but its momentum didn't wane, striking the second centurion

in the chest, pinning the two together, standing upright before M?ngke. Seeing this, M?ngke's face paled

. The guards, protecting the Khan, retreated from the hill.

Seeing this from the city wall, Huang Rong ordered, "Shout! The Mongol Khan is dead!" The soldiers cheered and shouted

, "The Mongol Khan is dead! The Mongol Khan is dead!" The people of Xiangyang had fought the Mongol army for years, and the clever ones

had learned a few words of Mongolian. At this moment, someone shouted in Mongolian.

Hearing the shouts, the Mongol soldiers turned to look, only to see the Khan's banner retreating. Around the banner, there was a commotion

; in the chaos, they couldn't distinguish truth from falsehood, believing the Khan was truly dead. Instantly, morale plummeted, and the soldiers lost their will to fight, retreating in disarray

.

Huang Rong ordered a pursuit, opening the north gate wide. Thirty thousand elite troops rushed out. Yelü Qi's four thousand men had already suffered

half their losses; the remainder pressed on. The Mongol soldiers, seasoned in battle, though defeated, did not crumble. The elite troops held the rear, slowly

retreating northward, preventing the Song soldiers from getting close. By the time the Mongol troops had all retreated from the four gates, it was already dawn.

The Mongols rested for a day. At dawn the next day, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and others appeared on the city wall.

Horns , and drums beat. A force of ten thousand men marched up and lined up on the left side of the high platform, followed by

another force of ten thousand men on the right. Once the formation was complete, another force of ten thousand men appeared in front of the platform, making a total of

four forces of ten thousand men surrounding the platform. This massive formation stretched for several miles, with shield bearers, spearmen, horsemen,

crossbowmen, and battering sergeants, layer upon layer, surrounding the platform like an iron barrel.

Suddenly, a horn sounded, the drums stopped, and tens of thousands of men fell silent. Two horses galloped to the foot of the platform.

The riders dismounted, joined hands, and climbed onto the platform. Because of the distance, their faces were indistinct, but they could vaguely make

out a man and a woman.

Just as everyone was stunned, Huang Rong suddenly cried out and fell backward, fainting. Everyone rushed to her aid.

Upon waking, Guo Jing hurriedly asked,

"Rong'er, what's wrong?" Huang Rong's face was deathly pale, and she said in a trembling voice, "It's Xiang'er, it's Xiang'er." Everyone

was startled and looked at each other in dismay. Zhu Ziliu said, "Madam Guo, did you see clearly?" Huang Rong said, "Although I

couldn't see her face clearly, based on reason, it must be her. The Tartars failed to attack the city, so they resorted to treacherous schemes. They are truly

... truly shameless and despicable." After hearing her words, Huang Yaoshi and Zhu Ziliu immediately realized what had happened, their faces filled with indignation.

Guo Jing, still puzzled, asked, "How did Xiang'er end up on this high platform? What treacherous scheme did the Tartars employ?"

Huang Rong straightened up and said proudly, "Brother Jing, Xiang'er unfortunately fell into the hands of the Tartars. They built this

platform, piled firewood at the foot of it, and placed Xiang'er on it to force you to surrender. If you don't surrender, they will

set the platform on fire, causing us, husband and wife, heartbreak and mental confusion, making it impossible for us to concentrate on defending the city."

In this life, Yang Guo died young, but Guo Xiang still fell into the hands of the Mongols.

Huang Rong, without a word, descended the city wall, thinking to herself, "Wuji, where are you? Do you know our

daughter is in danger..." It turned out that Guo Xiang was Huang Rong and Zhang Wuji's daughter. Huang Rong had told Guo Jing and the others that she was

an orphan from the battle of Xiangyang. Seeing how adorable she was, she wanted to adopt her as her daughter. Guo Jing,

feeling , didn't object and instead treated her like his own daughter, naming her Guo Xiang. With Guo Fu's disappearance

, Guo Jing and the others doted on Guo Xiang immensely.

As the others discussed how to rescue Guo Xiang, suddenly the city gate opened, and a rider charged northward—

it was gave chase.

The group rode to a high platform, stopping where the enemy's powerful bows couldn't reach them. There, they saw a beautiful young girl tied

to a wooden stake—it was Guo Xiang.

Although Guo Jing was annoyed by her frequent troublemaking, how could he not be anxious for his daughter? He shouted loudly, "Xiang'er, don't worry

, your father and mother are here to save you!" His voice, clear and resonant, carried across the high platform, brimming with inner strength. Guo Xiang, already

drowsy from the sun, suddenly heard her father's voice and exclaimed joyfully, "Father, Mother!"

The Golden Wheel Monk laughed heartily and said loudly, "Great Hero Guo, if you want me to release your daughter, it's not difficult at all. It just

depends on whether you have the courage and backbone." Guo Jing, always calm and composed, remained steadfast even in perilous situations. Hearing the Monk's

words, he was not angered and said, "What difficulties does the Monk have? Please instruct me." The Monk said, "If you have the loving heart of

a parent , then immediately surrender and bind yourself. One for one, and I will release your daughter immediately." He knew that

Guo Jing was a man of great principles and would never sacrifice the lives of the entire city of Xiangyang for his daughter. Therefore, he provoked him, hoping that Guo Jing would show

his courage and fall into his trap. But Guo Jing wasn't about to fall for his trick. He said, "If the Tartars weren't afraid of me, why would they

make things difficult for my little daughter? Since they are afraid of me, how could I, a man of principle, easily die?"

The Dharma King sneered, "People say that Great Hero Guo's martial arts are superb and his bravery unparalleled, but it turns out

he's just a coward who loves his life." This provocation might have worked on someone else, but Guo Jing, with the safety of the entire city at stake, simply

smiled faintly and ignored him.

These words enraged Wu Santong and Sishui Yuyin. The two swung their iron hammers, brandished their oars, and charged forward on horseback.

Thousands of Mongol archers drew their bows and aimed their arrows at the two men, ready to riddle them with arrows as soon as they got

close .

Seeing the situation was dire, Master Yideng leaped off his horse and, in three bounds, blocked his two disciples' horses.

With a flick of his sleeve, he blocked their path and shouted, "Go back!" Wu Santong and Sishui Yuyin, driven by youthful impetuosity

, knew full well that this journey would be a death sentence. Seeing their master's obstruction, they reined in their horses and turned back. The Mongol soldiers, seeing

the elderly monk catch up with the galloping horses, couldn't help but cheer like thunder.

The Dharma King said, "Great Hero Guo, your daughter is intelligent and quick-witted. I originally liked her very much and intended to take her as my disciple

and pass on my mantle. However, the Great Khan has decreed that if you do not surrender, she will be burned on the high platform. Don't think that just because you are heartbroken

for your daughter , I also feel sorry for her. Please reconsider."

Guo Jing snorted and saw forty soldiers holding torches standing by the pile of firewood below the platform, waiting for the Dharma King's order

to light the fire. Four detachments of ten thousand men guarded the high platform so tightly; how could flesh and blood possibly break through?

Besides, even if they did get close, the platform would be engulfed in flames, and how could they possibly rescue their daughter?

He had long served in the Mongol army and knew that the Mongols were notoriously cruel, slaughtering entire cities and towns in a single day, sometimes killing

tens of thousands of women and children. To burn Guo Xiang to death would be as insignificant as crushing an ant. Looking up at his daughter's haggard face

, he felt a deep pang of sorrow and cried out, "Xiang'er, listen! You are a good daughter of the Song Dynasty. Be brave and die for your cause;

do not be afraid. Your father and mother cannot save you today, but we will surely kill this wicked monk and avenge you. Do you understand?"

Guo Xiang nodded tearfully and cried out, "Father, Mother, I am not afraid!"

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