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Chapter 478 Timing
In such a critical situation, there was no trace of fear in Meng Ge's eyes, but what was revealed was strong self-confidence.

He just stood there calmly, with a lonely expression, as if he was examining Wang Jian.

"Sweat!"

The commander of the cowardly Xue army, Gu La, has come in armor.

Tonight, the Song army could suddenly kill here, and Gu'a couldn't absolve himself of the blame.

But now, he can only shout: "Please sweat and avoid!"

Meng Ge didn't even turn his head.

"Ben Khan, at the age of 15, conquered the east and west, and at the age of 25, he took command of the army. Some are vast. However, Ben Khan has been blocked under this small mountain city for half a year..."

Gu La was even more anxious, as if he was on fire, wishing he could just tie Meng Ge to escape.

Now is obviously not the time to say these things.

"Now!" Mengge shouted suddenly, drowning out the sound of fighting ahead, "Even the cowardly Song people have killed in front of Ben Khan."

"Sweaty..."

Gula forgot to be anxious, only felt panic.

"More than [-] troops entered Shu, and you said that Diaoyu City is too small to deploy a large army, so why did the Song army come here? Can't Ben Khan's [-] troops encircle a small city?!"

Sweat dripped from Gu La's forehead, and flowed into his thick beard. He didn't dare to wipe it off, swallowed, and said loudly: "Please stay away for the sweat, I will kill these Song people for the sweat!"

"The Qixue Army, the Qixue Army formed by Genghis Khan, Mu Huali, Chi Laowen, Borhu, Borshu...Which name can't make the world tremble under their horseshoes?!"

As Meng Ge said, he finally lowered his head and stared at Gu La.

"The current Qi Xuejun only drinks and eats meat, rolls on women's bellies, and has become a place for the elderly?! You, can you still lift a machete?!"

Gula finally felt the great wrath of the Great Khan.

This is more dangerous than the assassination of the Song people.

Tonight, the people of Song Dynasty can retreat, but how can the shame of the Great Khan be wiped out?
Under Meng Ge's majesty, Gula no longer panicked.

He stood up abruptly, pulled out his scimitar, and held it high.

"Coward Xue Jun!"

Gula shouted: "The Great Khan is watching you! Are you going to throw away the glory passed down from the Genghis Khan era and engrave the shame into your bones?!"

"No!"

Today's Qixue army has long been filled with the children of Mongolian nobles, and it is far from the prestige of the past.

However, they are still one of the most powerful armies in the world.

Once the panic is over, they can still realize their shame and be brave.

Teams of soldiers came over holding their shields, and the soldiers quickened their pace, struggling to erect their shields in front of Meng Ge, and shouted: "I will defend the Khan to the death!"

Gula strode forward and began to direct the defense.

Soon, he saw his son, Cheng Hai, fighting with Song Jun.

……

Cheng Hai heard his father's shouting, and also heard the footsteps of the Mongolian army gradually becoming more orderly.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to retreat to the golden tent.

Because Wang Jian's offensive was too fierce, he couldn't resist it anymore.

"Protect Da Khan!" Cheng Hai shouted.

This order was very clever. He didn't say "we retreat before the Great Khan", but only said that he would go to protect the Great Khan.

The Mongolian army began to retreat while fighting, and retreated to the mountainside.

Immediately, Song Jun's pressure eased and he regained his strength.

Wang Jian had no time to look up at this time.

He saw the formation in front of the golden tent, and saw a figure in a white felt robe gradually disappearing behind the shield.

Wang Jian couldn't help trembling, he became agitated, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

That's Mongo.

As long as Meng Ge is killed, the siege of Diaoyu City can be solved, and the Song Dynasty can be saved.

"Fire the arrow! Shoot him to death!"

"Crackling" sounded.

This is the sound of Song Jun winding the strings.

……

Gu La stared.

He must not let Song Jun shoot an arrow here.

"Weighing the sea! Don't retreat, block it!"

Gu La knew that his son was in danger. At this time, the Mongolian guards had not yet assembled, and the Song army's offensive was at its most ferocious.

But Meng Ge stood behind him.

What Meng Ge wants is not only safety, but also majesty.

Gula could only resolutely order.

"Anyone who dares to take a step back will be shot immediately!"

Cheng Haicai had time to take two steps back, and when he heard his father's decisive order, he couldn't help but stop, his face flushed red.

"what!"

He roared and rushed towards Wang Jian.

One knife, two knives...

Wang Jian raised his broadsword and kept blocking Shiming Hai's offensive.

He was already 60 years old, and he didn't have the strength of his prime, not to mention he was seriously injured, he rushed to kill him overnight, and rushed to this hillside.

Just now, he was almost able to force Cheng Hai back with his momentum.

As a result, this middle-aged Mongolian man tried his best to kill him...

The scimitar can gather more force, and every time it hits the blade of the big knife, it can leave a deep cut.

"despair."

Following Cheng Hai's sudden slash, Wang Jian's long knife finally broke in two.

He is exhausted.

……

Three hundred daredevils from the Song army broke through the two layers of guards of the Qi Xue army with the momentum of sharp arrows, and killed the last line of defense in front of Meng Ge.

So far, like the end of a crossbow, fatigue has appeared.

With the obstruction of Cheng Hai's team, time was inevitably delayed, and more and more Mongolian troops had rushed here.

The situation gradually tilted in an unfavorable direction for the Song army.

……

"General!"

Seeing that Wang Jian was in danger, Pang Shunzhong rushed forward, grabbed Wang Jian violently, and threw him to the ground.

Cheng Hai's scimitar slashed down, hitting Pang Shunzhong's waist.

"Protect the General!"

Pang Shunzhong was seriously injured, but still refused to retreat, struggling to get up.

Behind him, two Song soldiers rushed forward, dragging Wang Jian, who was about to step forward desperately, back two steps.

Cheng Hai made another stab, cutting into Pang Shunzhong's shoulder blade.

"You killed General Song!"

"what!"

Pang Shunzhong held onto Cheng Hai's broadsword tightly, stood up with the knife on his bones, jumped, and bit Cheng Hai's hand.

Cheng Hai was furious, and with the other hand he picked up the short dagger hanging from his waist, and stabbed violently.

"Puff puff puff..."

Pang Shunzhong's eyes gradually dimmed, but his teeth were still deeply embedded in the back of Cheng Hai's hand.

"Die!" Cheng Hai roared...

"puff!"

Wang Jian had already struggled out of the hands of his soldiers, and slashed towards Chenghai with his sword.

This knife was no longer powerful enough to cut off the bone, and got stuck on Cheng Hai's neck.

Wang Jian couldn't draw out his knife for a while.

……

The surrounding Mongolian army was shocked.

But Meng Ge and Gula are behind them, and they dare not collapse.

"Hold on!"

Seeing his son die in battle in front of his eyes, Gu La was distraught.

But he still strode out immediately, commanding the cowardly Xue army to continue to defend.

As far as he is concerned, the glory of the warrior, the trustworthiness of the Great Khan, and the grief of losing his son are intertwined in his heart... Only by annihilating these Song people can he ease his pain.

"Don't retreat! Kill!"

……

So far in World War I, it has been extremely tragic for both Song and Mongolia.

Either in order to kill or to protect Meng Ge, more and more blood flowed down, and more and more people died.

And this, Yu Mengge's power is just the tip of the iceberg.Not only hundreds of people, tens of thousands of people lived and died because of him, even tens of millions of people, even almost all the people in the world, the fate is in his hands.

His life is extremely precious.

Montgomery knows this.

He just put his incomparably precious life here, and looked at Wang Jian coldly.

……

Wang Jian is only separated from Meng Ge by such a small distance, but it is like a high mountain and a deep moat.

He dropped the big knife in his hand and wanted to pounce on it.

But a school general rushed forward and pulled him back.

"General, the time has passed! Back before the Mongolian army encircles..."

"General Li, quickly persuade the general! If you don't retreat, it will be too late..."

"Where's General Li?!"

There was chaos on the battlefield, and the calmest Song Military Academy General turned his head to look, and suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Li Xia for a long time.

The 100 people of the Tongchuan Army have gone nowhere since they entered the Shizishan camp.

"General Lee..."

These three words came to Wang Jian's ears, and he gradually calmed down.

"Stop shouting!"

Wang Jian gave an order, looked up and looked around, observing the situation on the battlefield at a very fast speed.

The Mongolian army came in an endless stream and stopped in front of the golden tent.

With the weight of Meng Ge's life and the precautions of the cowardly Xue army, it is impossible for Song people to get close to Meng Ge.

Even if it is hard to rush here, the opportunity is lost.

In other words, it is extremely difficult to succeed at the beginning.

(End of this chapter)