Ask Wudang Chapter 182

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Monk Zicong quickly took the token, his face filled with excitement: “Thank you, Your Highness, I will certainly not fail you.”

Seeing Monk Zicong entrusted with such an important task, Xuanmingzi and others felt envious. Xiao Xiangzi immediately volunteered: “Your Highness, I am not talented, but I am willing to cooperate with Mr. Zicong, infiltrate Xiangyang City, and capture Guo Jing and his wife and children.”

With Xiao Xiangzi taking the lead, Yin Kexi, Xuanmingzi, Ma Guangzuo, Monk Chen, and others also followed suit, volunteering their services.

Kublai Khan immediately slapped the table: “Good, let these five masters go together. No matter who captures Guo Jing’s family, all those who went with them will have a great. As for the one who achieves the greatest, I will personally report to the Great Khan and bestow upon him the title of the First Warrior of the Great Mongol Empire.”

Except for Yin Kexi, the merchant, everyone present was not interested in wealth, only in fame and glory.

The title of the First Warrior of the Great Mongol Empire was enough to make them envious.

This was not surprising; at this time, the Mongol Empire’s military might was immense, and its territory was unprecedentedly vast. The Western Regions stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and the Central Plains also occupied two-thirds. From the center of the empire to its four borders, it would take a fast horse a year to reach. If one obtained the title of the First Warrior of the Great Mongol Empire, it would be equivalent to obtaining the title of the world’s number one, how could one not be envious?

Thus, Xiao Xiangzi and others once again pledged their loyalty to Kublai Khan, all claiming that they would do their utmost to capture Guo Jing’s family.

Kublai Khan was naturally very satisfied with everyone’s pledges of loyalty. Then, he continued: “To increase your chances of success, I have decided to launch a small-scale attack tomorrow to test the waters of Xiangyang City.”

Everyone uniformly said: “Your Highness is wise.”

The night passed without a word, let’s not dwell on it.

The next day.

As soon as dawn broke, the Mongol army launched a small-scale attack.

Although it was called small-scale, several thousand people participated, with about ten thousand people on both the attacking and defending sides.

For a time, arrows fell like rain, and stones dropped like hail, all raining down on the city.

After a wave of arrows and a wave of giant stones, the Mongol army then set up cloud ladders and climbed the city walls like ants.

However, Xiangyang City’s defense was very tight, and it seemed to have anticipated the enemy’s moves. The defending soldiers were divided into groups of eight, each group jointly carrying a giant log. All eight exerted their strength together, pushing the cloud ladders away from the city wall.

One, two, three…

After a long struggle, only about a hundred Mongol soldiers managed to climb onto the city wall.

Seeing this, the Mongol army’s morale was instantly boosted, and hundred-man units swarmed forward, climbing and fighting bravely.

“Clang, clang, clang…”

Suddenly, a rapid sound of clappers came from the city, and a team of archers swiftly appeared from behind the crenellated wall. Their arrows were swift and forced the Mongol reinforcements back. Then, another team of soldiers rushed out, holding fire ladders, causing the Mongol soldiers on the ladders to fall one after another.

At this point, this small-scale siege battle reached a fever pitch.

Above and below the city, shouts of killing, screams, and the clashing of weapons completely merged into one.

Amidst the shouts of killing, a team of brave men suddenly appeared on the city wall. Each of them carried long spears and sharp blades, rapidly reaping the lives of the Mongol soldiers who had climbed onto the city wall. These brave men were not regular Song army soldiers; some wore black short clothes, others wore long blue robes. They did not maintain formation when attacking, but their movements were agile, clearly indicating that they possessed martial arts skills. The Mongol soldiers and generals who had climbed onto the city wall were all brave warriors from the army, who had always been invincible. However, when they encountered this team of men, after a few exchanges, they were defeated, losing their helmets and armor, or lying dead on the city wall, or having their bones shattered at the foot of the wall.

Among this team of brave men, one middle-aged man was particularly formidable. He wore grey clothes, fought bare-handed, moving freely back and forth. Whenever he saw a Song army soldier injured, he would immediately rush over to rescue them. Wherever his palm wind reached, no Mongol soldier or general could stop him, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Kublai Khan personally supervised the battle from below the city. Seeing this man’s extraordinary bravery, he couldn’t help but be greatly surprised, exclaiming: “This man truly possesses the courage to face ten thousand men.” Then he asked: “Mr. Zicong, do you know who this person is?”

Monk Zicong replied: “Your Highness, he is Guo Jing, who was once the Marshal of the Western Expedition’s Right Army of our Great Mongol Empire.”

“It’s him!”

Kublai Khan was startled again upon hearing this, then suddenly realized: “No wonder, no wonder.” After a slight pause in his tone, he sighed again: “Counting it, this Guo Jing is still my elder. The late king and he were sworn brothers, and by seniority, I should call him uncle when I see him. This man is both wise and brave, once led an army to conquer the Western Regions, constantly devising brilliant strategies and achieving great merits, for which my grandfather Genghis Khan bestowed upon him a golden saber and enfeoffed him as the Golden Saber Fuma. The late king once said that the Southern Song emperor is incompetent, corrupt officials are in power, and their generals are cowardly and soldiers weak; although numerous, they are useless, and only one person needs to be dealt with carefully, and that is Guo Jing. Alas, now it seems, the late king truly had foresight.”

Just as Kublai Khan was sighing, another group of people surged out from the western side of the city wall. The person leading them was none other than Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng held the Heavy Iron Sword. Although the sword looked extremely heavy, it seemed as light as nothing in his hands. He continuously swung the heavy sword, bringing forth streaks of dark light. Wherever the dark light reached, it was truly unstoppable and unbreakable; no Mongol soldier could withstand it. And the group of men behind Ye Qingfeng were also martial arts masters, each exceptionally fierce and brave.

Under the dual impact of Guo Jing and Ye Qingfeng, in less than the time it takes to eat a meal, over three hundred Mongol soldiers who had climbed onto the city tower were completely wiped out, leaving only a few brave centurions stubbornly resisting.

“Whoosh—”

Just then, a horn sounded from the army formation below the city, and two commanders led a large contingent of troops to attack again. Their actions seemed to be intended to rescue the few centurions trapped on the city wall.

Seeing this situation, Guo Jing immediately shouted loudly: “Brother Ye, this is the Mongolians’ rescue signal. Once the horn sounds, if they don’t rescue the soldiers and generals deeply trapped in the enemy lines, they will fight to the death. The current plan is to combine our strengths, you and I, to completely eliminate these centurions who are stubbornly resisting. Only then can we prevent the Mongol army from continuing the siege.”

With that, he lunged forward, attacking one of the centurions on the city wall.

That centurion was extremely brave; knowing he was no match, he still raised his long spear and thrust it directly at Guo Jing.

In a flash, Guo Jing reached out and grabbed the spearhead, forcefully thrusting it forward, then his left foot flew out, kicking the shield of another centurion nearby. Although these two centurions were brave, how could they withstand the divine power of that thrust and kick?

In just an instant, the two centurions tumbled down the city wall, falling into two piles of flesh and mud.

While Guo Jing was attacking the two centurions, Ye Qingfeng also let out a clear whistle and leaped towards the other centurions.

He continuously swung his heavy sword, transforming it into streaks of dark light. Sharp sword qi poured out, and each sword strike claimed a life.

In this manner, with Guo Jing and Ye Qingfeng working together, in just a few short breaths, only one centurion remained on the city wall. This centurion inherited the Mongol soldiers’ consistent brave style. Although he knew he would not survive today, he still bravely swung his long saber, hacking wildly in all directions, shouting continuously, like a mad tiger.

Ye Qingfeng had killed dozens of people, and his bloodlust had been aroused. Without thinking, he struck directly at the centurion’s forehead with his sword.

In that flash of lightning, Guo Jing suddenly shouted: “Brother Ye, show mercy.”

Ye Qingfeng suddenly stiffened, then turned his sword edge, striking the parapet wall beside him. The next instant, a “bang” was heard, and wherever the sword qi reached, stone chips flew. The parapet wall was cleanly split in half, with a very neat cut.

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