The Legend of Condor Heroes: Chapters 1-7

1. Life and Death

High in the sky, beacon fires rise in the night.

At dusk, a plume of black smoke rises in the distance, swirling into a dark cloud. The cloud hangs heavy overhead, like a
curtain covering the sky.

Countless meteors fall upon Fancheng, igniting a raging inferno that turns the city into a sea of fire.

Fancheng, engulfed in flames, teeters on the brink of collapse, yet ultimately does not fall. The fire illuminates the river 's
surface like a clear mirror.

Above Xiangyang, dark clouds also gather, and snowflakes, like willow catkins in early spring, fall,
accumulating a thin layer of white on the battlements, as if even the bloodstains on the walls are beginning to congeal.

Fancheng and Xiangyang face each other across the Han River, which, like a white ribbon, separates them. On one side is a fiery
hell, on the other, a despairing, icy wasteland.

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and large eyes rests his hand on the city walls, gazing towards the north.

There was no sunset in the north, only the raging fire of Fancheng, which painted the northern sky a blood red,
stretching to the horizon. But here, it seemed, was the end of the world.

Since when had the north ceased to be the Han people's domain? For the people of the Southern Dynasty, their
heaven had ended here.

The man's brow furrowed deeper, his heart heavy with worry.

"Brother Jing, it's only the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and you've already come to the city walls to inspect the battle of Fancheng?" A
beautiful and dignified woman in her forties approached from behind, asking with concern.

These two were none other than Guo Jing and Huang Rong, the renowned martial arts couple of the Central Plains. With

the nation on the brink of collapse, they felt duty-bound to lead their entire family, dressed as commoners, to assist the pacification commissioner of Jing'an in defending
Xiangyang.

Guo Jing pointed north, saying, "Rong'er, look, those shooting stars are all falling on Fancheng. I'm afraid
..." Guo Jing didn't finish his sentence; that outcome was not what he wanted, and he couldn't bear to
utter the words.

"I'm afraid Fancheng will fall?" Huang Rong quickly followed up.

Guo Jing remained silent, then nodded, shifting his gaze from his beloved wife to continue looking north.

On the north bank of the Han River, the dark clouds grew thicker, and the fires raged even more fiercely.

"Those are trebuchets!" Huang Rong said, "Western Region mechanized stones, capable of flying three hundred paces, destroying everything in their path."

Huang Rong spoke of the Yuan army's siege weapons as if they were her most treasured possessions.

"Trebuchets..." Guo Jing's fingers tapped incessantly on the ice shards on the battlements, saying, "What powerful
weapons! Nothing that touches them will crumble into dust!"

Huang Rong wrapped her arms around Guo Jing's waist, resting her head on his shoulder, and whispered, "Brother Jing, do you think...

we can hold Xiangyang this time?"

"..." Guo Jing remained silent for a moment before softly saying, "Don't worry!" These two words sounded like comfort,
yet also like a perfunctory reply. In truth, he had no answer in his heart.

A thousand paces outside Xiangyang's city walls, a high wall had risen sometime during the ages, like a giant bucket,
enveloping the entire city. The wall grew higher and higher, in some places even surpassing Xiangyang's city walls.

The wall severed all contact between Xiangyang and the outside world, including supplies, water, and reinforcements. On the river, a thousand sails billowed
, blocking Xiangyang's path to aid Fancheng.

Presumably, the Yuan army intended to breach Fancheng first, leaving Xiangyang completely isolated. But Xiangyang could only stand by and
watch, allowing its vital city of Fancheng to perish.

"If we can't hold it..." Huang Rong still spoke softly, "Let Xiang'er and Fu'er escape the city, and you
and I will die for our country in the city..."

Guo Jing's gaze finally left the northern flames of war, and he looked down at his wife. A woman uttering such
righteous words brought tears to his eyes.

Suddenly, the sounds of battle erupted in the distance.

Guo Jing looked into the distance again. Through the thick smoke, countless soldiers, carrying torches,
surged towards the dilapidated walls of Fancheng like swarms of fireflies. Above their heads, meteor-like fireballs, tracing huge arcs
, continued to strike the city walls, bursting into countless dazzling flashes of light.

Fire arrows rained down on the city walls like locusts. Amidst the raging flames, there were still loyal and righteous men putting up a desperate resistance.

"Rong'er, don't worry, we can hold it," Guo Jing continued to comfort her. "For six years, Xiangyang has
never fallen. This time, although it will be more difficult, we will definitely hold it."

In the distance, the Yuan army began to scale the walls, the clanging of weapons creating a cacophony like a funeral
procession.

"Yes, we can hold it..." Huang Rong said with a smile, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Rong'er, do you remember the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword that Guo'er gave us?" Guo Jing suddenly asked.

"Of course, I keep it in my room," Huang Rong said, looking up.

"Then do you remember the *Wumu's Military Manual* you brought from Peach Blossom Island?"

"Fool, I stole it from Peach Blossom Island specifically to help you defend Xiangyang. How could I forget
?"

"You say…" Guo Jing paused, "The *Wumu's Military Manual* is Han dynasty military strategy.
What if it falls into the hands of the Yuan people? "

"What nonsense are you talking about? Xiangyang isn't…" Huang Rong wanted to say that Xiangyang was fine, but when she looked up and
saw Fancheng teetering on the brink of collapse in the flames, her voice faltered. Xiangyang and Fancheng were inseparable; if Fancheng
fell, Xiangyang would surely perish.

"Back then, Yue Fei revived the Song dynasty, sweeping away the remnants of the enemy, his spirit reaching across the land. If this manual falls into the hands of the Yuan people,
the consequences would be unimaginable!" Guo Jing said gravely.

"Then… what do you mean…?" Huang Rong asked.

"The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword of the Great Hero Dugu weighs over eighty catties. If we melt this sword and forge the 'Wumu Legacy' into
it, we might be able to escape this calamity," Guo Jing said.

"And Brother Jing, your Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Nine Yin Manual are the ultimate martial arts techniques in the world. We must not let the Yuan
people obtain them. Rong'er will do as you wish and forge the legacy and secret manuals into the sword.
Perhaps they will be useful if a loyal and righteous person were to restore order to the world in the future," Huang Rong said.

"Then forge a sword and a saber. The sword will be called Yitian, and the saber will be called…" Guo Jing pondered. "

Dragon Slayer!" Huang Rong blurted out.

"Good! Go quickly!" Guo Jing patted Huang Rong's back.

"Then you..." Huang Rong asked worriedly.

"I'll stand on the city wall a little longer."

In fact, Guo Jing's "a little longer" meant the entire night. Until the next morning, he remained motionless, like a statue
.

The wind and snow continued to fall, covering him in a thick layer, even his eyebrows and beard seemed to
have turned white overnight.

The Yuan army across the Han River, like madmen, relentlessly attacked Fancheng, almost without
ceasing throughout the night. Fancheng was like a giant furnace, the fire never subsiding. Corpses piled up on and around the city walls, blood flowing like rivers.

"Great Hero Guo, what are you doing standing outside in this cold weather?" A plump, middle-aged
man in his forties or fifties, wrapped in thick brocade clothes, still shivering from the cold, walked towards him. This man was none other than
Lü Wenhuan, the garrison commander of Xiangyang and the Pacification Commissioner of Jingxi.

The Lü family's power was among the greatest in the entire court, and members of the Lü family were highly regarded by the Emperor. Lu Wende was ordered
to garrison Xiangyang, with Lu Wenhuan as his deputy. However, Lu Wende recently died, and Lu Wenhuan became the garrison commander of Xiangyang.

Guo Jing despised this outwardly strong but inwardly weak middle-aged man from the bottom of his heart; though he wore a layer of fine
clothes, his belly was full of straw. If it weren't for Guo Jing leading a group of heroes to assist him, Xiangyang would probably have already fallen
.

But Xiangyang could not be lost. If Xiangyang fell, the gateway to Jingzhou would be wide open, and the lands of Hubei and Hunan would no longer belong to the Song Dynasty
. The lands of Sichuan and Shaanxi, and the Huai River region, would be divided, and the Yuan army's navy could sail down the Yangtze River and directly seize Jiangnan. The natural barrier of the Yangtze River
would no longer be an insurmountable barrier.

Jiangnan, the heart of the Song Dynasty. Perhaps at this moment, the Song emperor was enjoying the revelry in Lin'an.

Guo Jing remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the front. The soldiers on and below the city walls were all bloodthirsty,
tireless, fighting to the death.

Fancheng was shining its last light. Piles of ruins seemed to bid farewell to his sworn
brothers, while wisps of black smoke rose like his indomitable spirit.

Meteors continued to fall from the city walls. Guo Jing couldn't imagine that a city on the verge of collapse could
burn for an entire night. On the walls of Fancheng, some soldiers still fought desperately.

"Great Hero Guo? Great Hero Guo?" Lü Wenhuan nudged Guo Jing's shoulder and called out.

"Commander Lü," Guo Jing finally turned around and said, "Look, the battle at Fancheng..." He
stopped mid-sentence. He didn't want to instill pessimism in this incompetent commander. After all, he was still the master of Xiangyang
, the banner of the entire army. If he fell, Xiangyang would soon crumble.

"Fancheng?" Lü Wenhuan squinted and looked across the river, then suddenly jumped in fright, exclaiming,
"So many warships?"

Guo Jing said, "Warships are secondary. Look at those Tartar trebuchets; wherever they go, nothing is left but ruin!"

Lü Wenhuan looked again and said, "Aren't they just catapults? We have those in Xiangyang too!"

"But," Guo Jing said, "the fire has been burning in Fancheng all night. I'm afraid that if this continues, Fancheng
will fall."

"Great Hero Guo, what do you mean…?" Lü Wenhuan took a half-step back and asked.

"Please, sir, organize elite troops to rescue Fancheng!" Guo Jing suddenly turned around and knelt before Lü Wenhuan.

"Oh dear! Great Hero Guo, why are you doing this? Get up quickly!" Lü Wenhuan relied heavily on Guo Jing and hurriedly
helped him up.

"The Yuan army excels at besieging cities and attacking reinforcements. Zhang Shijie of Lianghuai and Commander Xia of Sichuan both suffered
crushing defeats when they tried to reinforce Fancheng several times. If we go to reinforce Fancheng now, we'll likely meet the same fate!"
said Lü Wenhuan.

"But, are you really going to just stand by and watch our brothers in Fancheng..." Guo Jing's words were cut short
by a deafening roar from the opposite bank.

"Oh no!" Guo Jing rushed to the city wall, peering over the edge.

The walls of Fancheng, having withstood a night of burning and bombardment, finally collapsed, revealing
a breach several meters wide.

"What... what are we going to do?" Lü Wenhuan had always believed that Xiangfan, having survived six years of siege and heavy attacks,
would surely weather this one as well. The collapse of the Fancheng walls shattered his reverie.

"Father-in-law!" "Father! What happened?" Yelü Qi and Guo Polu rushed up the city wall and asked.

"Fancheng...Fancheng has fallen..." Guo Jing said in grief and indignation.

"What?" Yelü Qi and Guo Polu were shocked and also leaned over the city wall to look at the opposite bank.

A huge cloud of dust rose from the thick smoke. The dust and the billowing black smoke tumbled and rose to the sky.

Meteorites continued to strike the thick smoke, flashing in the black dust.

Another loud explosion. The walls of Fancheng finally collapsed completely, and the fire suddenly intensified.

The horns and war drums of the Yuan army sounded together. On land, there were horns; on warships, there was battle. Densely packed
Yuan light cavalry, like a surging tide, began to rush towards the breach in Fancheng. Horseback battle was the Yuan army's
forte.

But surprisingly, even in the ruins of Fancheng, fire arrows were still being thrown. The survivors, having barely escaped death
, were still putting up a final stand for the Song Dynasty. "

The city stands, the people stand; the city falls, the people fall! "

The Yuan army's iron cavalry swept through the city like a whirlwind. Behind the cavalry was an
even larger cavalry-infantry force. On the infantry's positions, banners fluttered and spears and halberds stood like a forest.

"Commander, quickly send men to rescue! Yelü Qi is willing to be the vanguard!" Yelü Qi pleaded with Lü Wenhuan.

Lü Wenhuan remained unmoved.

"Qi'er, forget it! It's too late!" Guo Jing hurriedly stopped him. Even when
he had just pleaded with Lü Wenhuan, it was already too late. The fires in Fancheng were too fierce;
it was a miracle that it had withstood a whole night of burning.

During the siege of Fancheng, Guo Jing had also considered sending troops to rescue it. However, Liu Zheng, the commander of the Yuan navy, led
the most elite Yuan navy in the land, blocking the Han River. If they were to easily lead their troops out of the city, they would inevitably have to contend with Liu Zheng
's navy first. Even if they managed to cross the river defenses, countless land troops were still surrounding Fancheng
. Even if they were to be lucky enough to break through the multiple defenses and reinforce Fancheng, their chances of survival would be slim.

In this way, Xiangyang would be completely vulnerable. The warriors who managed to enter Fancheng would be useless inside the city, only able
to endure the bombardment. The huihui cannons were incredibly powerful, and even someone as clever as Rong'er couldn't think of a way to counter them.

Between two evils, choose the lesser. Now, Guo Jing had no choice but to fight to the death within Xiangyang.

Looking through the breaches in the collapsed city walls, countless Mongol cavalry swept through the city's alleys, slaughtering the soldiers and civilians
.

"Damn it! They're massacring the city!" Guo Polu exclaimed.

"Fancheng is lost… Fancheng is lost…" Lü Wenhuan stood there, trembling even more violently
, muttering incessantly.

"Commander, the only way now is to strengthen the city's defenses and resist the Yuan army's huihui cannons; only then will there be a glimmer of hope
!" Guo Jing hurriedly advised Lü Wenhuan.

"It's too late..." Lü Wenhuan shook his head, walking blankly towards the city wall. "Xiangyang will surely fall
..."

"Father-in-law, this garrison commander is utterly useless. We should just kill him. Uncle Guo can take over as garrison commander himself!"

Yelü Qi said fiercely.

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" Guo Jing scolded. "He is a garrison commander appointed by the imperial court. If I kill him,
the city will surely descend into chaos!"

"Father!" Guo Xiang ran up from the city wall and said, "Mother knows that Father has been watching the battle from the city wall all
night, so she specially brewed ginger tea in the room for Father to go back to his room and warm himself up!"

"Xiang'er..." Guo Jing hugged his daughter deeply.

"Father, what's wrong?" Guo Xiang was clearly surprised.

Guo Jing pointed to the pale east and said, "Xiang'er, you must remember this. That's the direction the sun rises. If
... if, I mean, in the worst-case scenario, Xiangyang falls, you must remember to go in this direction. That
's Lin'an, the temporary palace of the Song emperor, the capital of the Song Dynasty!"

"Yes, Father, I've remembered!" The clever Guo Xiang nodded vigorously.

Guo Jing glanced back at the opposite bank of the Han River. The meteors were gone, the fire had gradually subsided, and
only the murderous aura and piled-up corpses remained on the ruins, with only thick smoke still billowing in the air.

He would never forget this day, the ninth day of the first lunar month, the day Fancheng fell.

2. The Sky Where Meteors Fall

Meteors, thousands upon thousands of meteors, began to fall towards Xiangyang City. They crashed against the city walls, exploding with earth-shattering
power. Xiangyang City also began to burn, turning into a giant furnace.

Huang Rong looked up at the overcast sky. A shooting star, trailing a long tail, flew overhead,
landing in various parts of the city, leaving everything in its wake ablaze and decaying vegetation.

A few days after capturing Fancheng, the Yuan army launched a fierce attack on Xiangyang, also using trebuchets to bombard the city walls.

Xiangyang, painstakingly fortified by General Meng Gong and considered impregnable by its contemporaries, was now
reduced to piles of ruins under the bombardment.

Sparks struck the city walls, causing them to crumble; they struck the walls, leaving them riddled with holes.

A troop of Song soldiers, their faces blackened by smoke, fled in panic from the battlements.

Huang Rong drew her sword and blocked their way, demanding, "What are you doing?"

"Heroine, please let us pass! The city walls are ablaze, there's nowhere for a human to stay!"

the Song soldiers complained, completely ignoring Huang Rong's attempts to stop them, and fled past her.

"Come back! All of you come back!" Huang Rong shouted, "The city walls can't be deserted!"

Once the guards on the city walls were removed, the defenses would be weak. Then, the Yuan army might not even need trebuchets
to easily breach the city.

"Mother, let us go up to the city walls to guard!" Guo Polu led dozens of Beggar Clan disciples to Huang Rong.

Huang Rong hesitated slightly, but nodded firmly, instructing, "Be careful!"

"Come! Follow me to the city walls!" Guo Polu shouted to his Beggar Clan brothers behind him.

Before he finished speaking, a deafening roar, accompanied by a sudden burst of flames, landed behind Guo Polu
. The explosion sent Guo Polu and Huang Rong flying far away, and also crushed five or six Beggar Clan brothers into
dust.

Huang Rong felt a ringing in her ears, and her vision went black. When she finally managed to open her eyes, a cascade of
dust fell from above, obscuring them again.

"Chief Huang! Chief Huang..." Huang Rong vaguely heard many voices calling her.

She struggled to sit up and asked, "Where's Lu'er?"

"Mother, I'm alright!" Guo Polu looked much better than Huang Rong, though his clothes had some burn marks and
his face was covered in soot.

Seeing that Guo Polu was unharmed, Huang Rong was relieved and asked, "Where's your father?"

"I don't know!" Guo Polu's voice was even louder than Huang Rong's, as if his ears were also ringing.

"Chief Huang, I just saw Hero Guo; he went to the Two Zhang Temple!" said a Beggar Clan disciple with six bags.

"Go and find him quickly!" Huang Rong wondered why Guo Jing had suddenly gone to the Er Zhang Temple at this time.

"Yes!" The six-bag disciple replied and hurriedly ran out. But he had only taken two steps
when another huge firestone fell from the sky, smashing to the ground and overturning seven or eight bluestone slabs on the road. The Beggar Clan disciple
was blown to pieces, his flesh and blood flying everywhere, leaving no trace of his body.

"Mother, I'm going to find Father!" Guo Polu said.

"Wait, I'll go!" Huang Rong stopped Guo Polu, "You take some men to the city wall, the city wall cannot be left unattended
! After the Yuan army's first round of artillery bombardment, they will definitely march to capture the city!"

"Okay!" Guo Polu nodded, "Mother, please be careful!"

"You be careful too!" Huang Rong used her dog-beating stick to support herself and limped towards the Er Zhang Temple
.

Xiangyang City was already a sea of fire, and thick smoke billowed from the rooftops of the houses on both sides of the road. Huang Rong passed through several alleys and
arrived at the center of Xiangyang City.

The Erzhang Temple sits amidst a row of houses, its red walls and golden tiles a testament to their resilience. A year ago, when the Yuan army besieged Xiangyang, the rebel leaders
Zhang Gui and Zhang Shun led three thousand warriors to reinforce the city, breaking through the Yuan encirclement and storming into the city. For five years, no Song
soldier had ever been able to break through the Yuan army's defenses. This time, the Erzhang's successful arrival greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers and civilians of Xiangyang.

But soon after, both men died in battle. To commemorate these two brave warriors, the soldiers and civilians of Xiangyang
erected a temple dedicated to them in the city.

The temple was eerily quiet, as if the deafening roar of battle outside had been confined to another world. Guo Jing knelt before
the statues of the two Zhangs, motionless. The statues of Zhang Gui and Zhang Shun, their gazes fixed ahead, were imposing and majestic.

"Brother Jing, the Yuan army is bombarding Xiangyang with trebuchets! What are you doing here?" Huang Rong
cried, running to Guo Jing's side.

"These two brave men risked their lives to rescue Xiangyang. Such a heroic act is truly admirable! Today, the Tartars
are at the city gates again, and Xiangyang is in imminent danger. I have no choice but to emulate them, willing to die for my country!" Guo Jing replied to Huang
Rong, bowing deeply before the statues of the two Zhangs.

Seeing Guo Jing's actions, Huang Rong also knelt beside him and kowtowed before the statues of the two Zhangs.

After the two finished their greetings, Guo Jing took Huang Rong's hand and said, "Rong'er, Xiangyang is now at its last gasp
; its fall is only a matter of time. We must make arrangements for our affairs after we are gone!"

This time, Guo Jing did not hesitate. He and Huang Rong both knew that the fall of Xiangyang was inevitable, and
there was no need to hide it from each other.

Huang Rong looked tenderly at Guo Jing with loving eyes and said, "Brother Jing, I would
be willing to die with you!"

Guo Jing asked, "Are the Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber finished?"

Huang Rong replied, "Divine weapons need to gather the spirit of heaven, earth, sun, and moon to have miraculous effects. I have ordered the craftsmen in the city
to work day and night on them, and I expect they will be ready in a few days."

Guo Jing nodded and said, "This matter must not be known to Commander Lü!"

Huang Rong said, "Don't worry, this is something I'm doing in secret. Not only Commander Lü, but even the soldiers of the Song army
will not know."

Suddenly, a loud noise broke the tranquility of the temple, and the entire temple shook. Even the two
Zhang gods might not be able to protect Xiangyang City.

"Let's go!" Guo Jing pulled Huang Rong up and said, "Let's go to the city wall!"

The two came out of the temple and found that it was already dark. It was only noon, so why
did it suddenly get dark?

Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked up and saw thick smoke rising from Xiangyang City, gathering into a dark cloud in the sky,
just like the one from the Battle of Fancheng a few days earlier. The cloud obscured the sunlight, like a celestial dog swallowing the sun, turning the entire city of Xiangyang into
night.

"No time to lose! Let's go!" Huang Rong urged Guo Jing.

The two used their lightness skills to dodge the falling stones and rubble, and soon they reached the south wall of Xiangyang.

The soldiers on the city wall were in chaos, some fleeing, some calling for help, and the few remaining were either huddled
in corners trembling or scurrying about like rats.

"Where is the garrison commander?" Guo Jing asked, pulling up a soldier who had stopped at the foot of the battlement.

"I don't know... I haven't seen the commander..." The soldier was clearly terrified, and could barely speak
coherently.

"That cowardly Lü Wenhuan must have hidden in some corner to save his life again!" Huang Rong said angrily.

"Hero Guo, Heroine Huang, get down!" The soldiers who had been trembling just moments before suddenly pounced on the two
, shoving them to the ground.

As soon as Guo Jing and Huang Rong hit the ground, the entire city tower began to shake. A flint struck the city wall, and
the sky and earth burst into flames.

Huang Rong broke out in a cold sweat, and before she could recover, she saw flint flying everywhere,
striking the city wall and tower with a crackling sound.

The flint destroyed the city tower with overwhelming force, leaving it riddled with holes.

"Get out of here!" Huang Rong shouted, "This city tower is about to collapse!"

She pushed away the soldier who was pressing down on her, only to find her hands sticky. Looking down, she saw her hands were covered in
blood. The soldier had been struck by shards of flint and bled to death.

Guo Jing sighed, "Another loyal and righteous man, fallen on the battlefield!"

Even he and Huang Rong were frightened by the flint falling like divine retribution, let alone these soldiers. But those
who had held Xiangyang for six years and were willing to risk their lives to save them at the last moment were certainly loyal and valiant.

The two hurriedly left the city wall. No sooner had they left than the city wall collapsed completely under repeated artillery fire
.

Whoosh—

the Yuan army's horns began to sound. A moment later, the war drums also began to beat.

"Oh no! The Tartars are about to capture the city!" Huang Rong exclaimed.

"Rong'er, quickly gather the Beggars' Sect disciples to defend the city walls!" Guo Jing said.

"The Beggars' Sect disciples have all gone to the east gate; there's no one left to send!" Huang Rong stamped her feet anxiously.

"Great Hero Guo, let us go!" several soldiers, their faces covered in blood, pleaded. These men had
fled to the city walls to escape the artillery fire, but now, after a round of artillery barrage from the Yuan army, their offensive had slowed, and their infantry and cavalry were poised to capture the city
. They had to return to the city walls to defend it.

"Alright!" Guo Jing patted their shoulders and said, "Take care!"

Often, saying "take care" is a sign of parting. Guo Jing didn't know if he would ever see
these soldiers again; he only wanted to etch their faces into his heart.

Dozens of soldiers, covered in blood, climbed the city wall, spears and bows in hand, ready for a desperate battle.

The dark clouds in the sky thickened, like a giant boulder hanging over Xiangyang.

"Brother Jing, let's go up to the city wall too! There are too few soldiers; they might not be able to withstand the Tartar army's attack!" Huang Rong
said.

Guo Jing nodded and followed the soldiers who had risked their lives to climb the wall.

From the city wall, Guo Jing could see another large wall outside Xiangyang. Over six years, the wall grew
higher and higher, almost completely blocking out the sunlight from Xiangyang. In the open space between the city wall and the outer wall,
over a hundred trebuchets were neatly lined up. Because the Yuan army was about to capture the city, continuing to fire could cause friendly fire, so these
trebuchets had ceased firing.

A dense mass of infantry and cavalry began to charge towards the city walls of Xiangyang.

When the soldiers saw Guo Jing and Huang Rong also on the city wall, their spirits lifted, but their eyes remained dull and numb,
as if they knew that today would be their last battle.

The soldiers drew their bows, aiming at the city walls.

"Wait!" Guo Jing said, "Shoot when they're closer!"

The Yuan light cavalry, like a hurricane, quickly reached the city.

"Fire!" Guo Jing shouted.

Arrows rained down on the city walls, causing chaos and screams of pain. But the Yuan army was numerous and powerful, and
quickly erected siege ladders on the walls.

Guo Jing looked down and saw many enemy soldiers swarming at the foot of the walls, climbing the ladders.

Enraged, Guo Jing swung his palm, knocking the ladders down again. But as soon as one ladder fell,
dozens more were erected.

Although Guo Jing possessed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, he was no match for their overwhelming numbers. His palms flew, but he
couldn't break through their defenses.

"Brother Jing, get out of the way!" Huang Rong appeared out of nowhere, pushing a wheelbarrow with a
large vat on it.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers hurriedly helped her unload the large vat from the cart, carried it to the city wall, and
poured it down towards the city.

The vat was filled with oil; as soon as the oil hit the ground, Huang Rong nocked an arrow, lit the arrowhead, and
shot it down towards the city. The oil, upon contact with the flames, instantly turned into a vast expanse of fire.

The Yuan soldiers swarming below the city cried out in agony, perishing in the inferno.

"Good!" the soldiers shouted excitedly, "Let them taste the burning sensation too..."

Before they could finish speaking, a flint smashed through the battlement, like a ferocious beast, crushing the soldiers on the city wall.

Immediately afterward, the flint exploded with a deafening roar, and the city wall trembled again.

"Not good!" Guo Jing cried out, turning to look down at the city. The hundred or so trebuchets began firing again.

Presumably, the Yuan army, seeing their assault on the city failed, had resumed their bombardment.

"Quick! Take cover under the city walls!" Guo Jing shouted.

Huang Rong turned around, and the scene before her made her pale. Countless flints, trailing long tails and billowing
black smoke, were rushing towards them again.

"Brother Jing, be careful!" Huang Rong grabbed Guo Jing and used her lightness skill to leap off the city wall.

As soon as they landed, they heard a series of clanging sounds, and flints rained down
on the city wall. The flints collided with the impact after landing and then exploded, bursting into flames.

"Father-in-law!" Yelü Qi flew over, "The Tartar army is attacking the city fiercely, I'm afraid the city walls won't last much longer!"

Huang Rong asked, "Qi'er, where are Guo'er and Miss Long now?"

Yelü Qi replied, "They are with the Erwu brothers in the west city organizing a righteous army to resist!"

The soldiers defending Xiangyang had suffered heavy casualties. Guo Jing had long realized the city's defenses were weak and had no choice but to mobilize personnel and
organize a righteous army.

Guo Jing said, "Good! Qi'er, it's even better that you're here! The east, west, and south walls of Xiangyang are all being
bombarded by trebuchets, resulting in countless casualties among the government troops. Only the north wall is surrounded by Liu Zheng
's navy, and there's no sign of it moving. You should follow me and lead the troops out of the north gate to strike a decisive blow against the Tartar navy!"

"Good! That's exactly what I was thinking!" Yelü Qi, already furious from the repeated bombardments,
readily agreed when he saw Guo Jing's intention to charge out of the city.

"Great Hero Guo, where are you going?" Lü Wenhuan appeared out of nowhere, wearing several layers of
heavy armor, making it difficult for him to walk.

"I intend to break out from the north and strike a decisive blow against Liu Zheng's navy on the river!" Guo Jing said.

"No!" Lü Wenhuan said, "The city's defenses are already weak; where would we find soldiers to break out? Besides, this expedition would likely
result in more defeats than victories, a loss that wouldn't outweigh the gains!"

"Sir, we cannot sit and wait to die in the city. Only by going out and fighting can we have a chance of victory!" Huang Rong
explained.

"No! No!" Lü Wenhuan stamped his foot, his armor clanging loudly. "
Years ago, when my elder brother was alive, he attempted several breakouts, but was defeated each time. Going out to fight is a sure path to death!"

The elder brother he referred to was Lü Wende, the former garrison commander of Xiangyang.

"If you insist on going, then go alone! We have no soldiers!" Lü
Wenhuan added.

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