Gaocheng.

"My Dong family's Shihe Guoen, now is the time to be loyal to His Majesty, hold on for three days, and 100,000 Mongolian iron horsemen can arrive!"

Dong Wenbing roared.

There was a morbid frenzy on his face.

And at his feet was because his father Dong Jun held on to Mongolia again and again, and was renamed the Gaocheng city wall of Yong'an Prefecture, thousands of Dong family soldiers and a small number of Mongolian soldiers who had just fled from the Jinan front line like him, looked out of the city tremblingly with various weapons in their hands. Outside the city, countless cavalry surged in the green wilderness on the banks of the Hutuo River, and under the red banner at the forefront, a figure that they would never forget sat on a horse, and next to him was a carriage, and a huge mace on the carriage was shocking.

Yang Feng's army arrived.

In fact, at this time, it was not only the 4,500 cavalry he brought from Jinan.

It's a full seven thousand.

In addition, the two thousand five hundred were joined by Xianzun along the way, he came all the way from Jinan, and there was no resistance wherever he passed, all the Mongolian officials or a small number of garrisons fled in a hurry, and the Han people everywhere have returned to obedience, after all, after the defeat in Jinan, this area actually has no defensive significance, and Yang Feng behind Li Zhang and other departments for the purpose of grabbing territory are also following up, unless the Mongolian army can defeat Yang Feng, otherwise it is difficult to keep the entire southern part of Hebei, the performance of the Daimyo Wang family has made those heroes understand, Even those who did not choose to surrender closed their doors and waited for the results. And the Gaocheng Dong family was the first to resist, as for the reason......

"Fight to the end!"

Next to Dong Wenbing, the Jurchen Niu Colu. Gao Rong shouted loudly with his scimitar.

"Fight to the end, defend the sect with blood!"

The Color-eyed Jarichi also shouted in a louder voice.

This is the reason why the Dong family sticks to it, Gaocheng or Gaocheng behind Zhending, at this time there are a large number of foreign nationalities, although the number of Mongolians is actually not much, but the number of Jurchen Khitans is large, at this time the prosperity of Zhending Road is not inferior to Yanjing, it can almost be said that it is the most densely populated area in Hebei. At the beginning, after the Song and Mongolia jointly destroyed Jin, according to the agreement, the land of Henan belonged to the Southern Song Dynasty, but the population returned to Mongolia, and almost the entire remnants of Henan were forcibly relocated to the Zhending area, so that the population of the entire Zhending Road reached 130,000 households, second only to Dadu Road, more than the sum of Yidu and Jinan. Therefore, the Shi family is not simply a Han prince, but also an alliance between the Han and the Jurchen and even the Khitans, two of Shi Tianze's four wives are Jurchens, and his nephew is also the heir Shi Ji's three wives are all Jurchens, and the descendants of the original Khitan Black Army also live here in large numbers, and the Semu people control commerce and finance.

They all have to fight to the end.

No matter what Yang Feng's identity is, he represents the Southern Song Dynasty after all, and these people have no good impression of the Southern Song Dynasty, it can be said that at this time, Gaocheng and the Zhending behind are already the last fortress of these people, including the Mongolian army that retreated here from the east, all of them are ready to fight to the end, Gaocheng is just their outpost, and there are still 40,000 troops waiting for Zhending behind......

Of course, they still didn't dare to attack.

After all, both the historians and those Mongolian garrison generals were all beaten back by Yang Feng.

"This is really a group of demons!"

Yang Feng looked at this scene on the wall of Gaocheng and said.

"Array!"

Then he raised his hand and said.

"Array!"

Liu Sijing, who was behind him, immediately shouted.

The specific command of this army belongs to him, after all, he is a real battle-hardened general, and with the wave of the banner of the Chinese army, the cavalry stopped and quickly lined up.

At the same time, Xianzun got off the horse, and then picked up a huge meteor hammer from the carriage, the hammer head was the size of a human head, and it was covered with triangular nails, of course, this is purely decoration, how can such a big hammer head still need triangular nails, not to mention smashing this thing, it is a dead end to wipe it, and even on the hammer head is not an iron chain, but a strong marine nylon rope, a circle coiled on Yang Feng's shoulder, he carried the meteor hammer to the front, and soon entered the range of the bed crossbow on the city wall.

"Shoot!"

With Dong Wenbing's roar, his younger brother Dong Wenwei was the first to shoot a huge arrow, and then dozens of bed crossbows were fired at the same time.

The dense crossbow arrows arrived in front of Yang Feng in an instant, five of them were facing his body, and then he saw his arm wave very casually, and the front one immediately came to his hand, and then swept out like a fly, and those crossbow arrows flew to the side in a mess, and in the frightened gaze on the city wall, Yang Feng continued to move forward with contempt.

"Shoot again!"

Dong Wenbing gritted his teeth and shouted.

Just as the bed crossbow was being reloaded, several small trebuchets threw dozens of pounds of boulders, and crude oil was poured on them, one of which hit Yang Feng's head like a divine help.

There was cheering on the city walls.

Then in their cheers, the boulder immediately bounced off Yang Feng's head and fell to the ground as if it had smashed on an open veil, and Yang Feng just shook his head casually, without any harm, and continued to move forward with a hideous smile. The cheers on the city wall suddenly turned into screams, and those bed crossbows that had just finished loading hurriedly shot huge arrows, but even if they were close enough to shoot into the rammed earth of the city wall, these huge arrows were still helpless against this monster. On the contrary, it was like cheering for him, making the cavalry in the back row cheer frantically again and again, and the morale on the city wall was also collapsing sharply with the failure of the round of attacks, so under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Feng walked all the way to the moat, which was still more than ten zhang away from the city wall.

He took off the rope from his shoulder.

The last round of crossbow arrows hit at the same time, because it was close enough, and dozens of spear-like crossbow arrows almost missed, and the force of the impact made him keep back, but even in his retreat, all the crossbow arrows kept bouncing off.

Even the two that hit him right in front of the door.

Just as the last crossbow bolt bounced off his face, Yang Feng's smile became even brighter......

"It's my turn!"

He said with a smile.

Suddenly, the meteor hammer in his hand turned into a black lightning bolt and pierced the city wall, and the three-hundred-pound solid steel ball hit the arrow buttress like a cannonball, and the brick arrow buttress was instantly shattered, sweeping everything on the city wall like a scattered bullet, Dong Wenwei, who bore the brunt of the attack, was smashed half of his body by a city brick, and the bed crossbow in front of him also turned into broken wood, accompanied by the broken bricks sprayed out, and Yan Lichi, who was standing next to Dong Wenwei, was hit by a piece of broken wood, and the entire chest was completely inserted, and the meteor hammer immediately rebounded back, and then was dragged by Yang Feng and held in his hand.

There was an eerie silence on the city walls.

"This immortal is here to only punish the Mongolian eyes, and has nothing to do with others, don't kill yourself!"

Yang Feng said gloomily.

After saying that, the meteor hammer in his hand flew out again.

At the moment when the hammer hit the battlement, the wall was like a burst, and suddenly there was a scream, and a large number of soldiers turned around and fled.

"Stop, you cowards!"

Dong Wenbing roared angrily.

However, his shouts were useless, and more and more soldiers turned and fled with the sound of the arrows shattering, and then the meteor hammer that bounced back struck again, and then the arrowstacks that were supposed to protect the soldiers turned into scattered bullets and swept through the walls. Yang Feng by the moat was like playing yo-yo, strolling along the riverbank, with the movement of his arm, the meteor hammer flew out of his hand again and again like life, and the arrow stacks of the city wall more than ten zhang away were shattered one by one, and the soldiers on the city wall fled one by one, sweeping clean like a broom.

Dong Wenbing was still trying, trying to use his loyalty to the Mongols to restore the morale that had de facto collapsed, but unfortunately everything was in vain, no one listened to him anymore, and even his Dong family's own people were running away.

"Your Majesty, the minister has a holy grace!"

He looked up to the sky in sorrow and howled.

Suddenly, a bloody tip of the knife came out of his chest, and he turned around in amazement and grabbed the chest of one of the generals behind him.

"Jeremi, you traitor!"

Dong Wenbing said sadly.

"I'm Khitan!"

Yelu Shifang, the son of the Khitan leader Yelu Tianqi, said with a cruel smile.

Then he pulled out his knife and unceremoniously chopped off Dong Wenbing's head, and then directly picked it up and raised it above his head and shouted: "The traitor Dong Wenbing went against the sky, resisted the mandate of heaven, and now he has been ambushed, the Han people and Khitan people in the city and the Jurchens obey the order, open the city gate to receive the arrival of the immortal zun, and don't run away Mongolia and Semu, their money, grain and land are ours!" ”

The fleeing soldiers all stopped at once.

Immediately after that, they all showed a look of sudden realization, and then the morale suddenly lifted, and all the soldiers of the three clans let out an exuberant cheer, and suddenly slashed at the Mongolian and Semu companions beside them, and at the same time, Yelu Shifang rushed down with his subordinates as fast as possible, opened the city gate and lowered the drawbridge, he carried Dong Wenbing's head and ran directly over and knelt down in front of Yang Feng.

"Disciple Yelu Shifang is late, please give the Immortal Venerable a sin!"

He kowtowed at Yang Feng's feet and said.

"Jerod? Khitans? ”

Yang Feng said with interest.

"Hui Xianzun, the disciple's great-ancestor was the commander of the Liao capital, and the Liao died and martyred, although the disciple's grandfather was a Jin minister, he did not forget to take revenge and surrender to Mongolia."

Yelu Shifang quickly changed his family from the rebellion of the Jin State to the loyalty of the Liao State.

"There is no need to mention the past, although the Erqidan is from Yidi, but since the early Tang Dynasty more than 600 years by the Chinese etiquette of the education, has been no different from the people of China, the immortal special Khitan remnants are all Han nationality, as long as the people who abandon the dark and turn to the light will be protected by the same immortal as the Han people, as for the Jurchens although they are guilty, but their country has died, and their people have been slaughtered by the Mongols after there is little left, and there is no need to care about the past, as long as they return to China, the immortals will also give them Han nationality, and there is no difference between you and the Han people after the brothers!"

Yang Feng said.

At this time, there is really no way to divide it.

The northern Han Chinese, Khitans, and Jurchens have all been completely mixed together, and they have intermarried with each other for more than a hundred years, and it is difficult to distinguish them again.

In addition, he has no ill feelings towards the Khitan, this nation has been included in the territory of the Tang Dynasty since the early years of the Tang Dynasty, although there has been a constant rebellion since then, but it has been constantly sinicized, as for the late Liao State, in fact, there is no difference from the Han regime, the Liao Shengzong learned from the Tang Dynasty than the Song Dynasty and even regarded himself as the Chinese Zhengshuo, and the enthusiasm of the Jinshi was comparable to that of the Song Dynasty, and after the fall of the Liao State, the Khitan immigrants in the Guannai were almost completely integrated with the Han people, and after the fall of the Jin State, the Han people and the Khitan were directly regarded as one by the Mongols.

As for the Jurchens......

At this time, there are not many real girls.

The Jurchens were all killed by the Mongols, the Khitans, and even the Southern Song Dynasty almost clean, and there is no need to hold on to the remaining people, if you want to say that the shame of Jingkang is also snow, after all, the attack on Caizhou was done by Meng Hui and the Mongols together, and Meng Hui is the descendant of Yue's army, which can be regarded as a partial fulfillment of Yue Fei's last wish. In the final analysis, Yang Xianzun doesn't have too deep feelings for the Jurchens, this is the real Jurchen and not an impostor, he does love the mixture of Huligai and Shuidada of Tunguska, but his feelings for the Jurchens are relatively light.

"Disciple obeys the decree of the Immortal Venerable!"

Yelu Shifang said respectfully.

He doesn't care about anything else, as long as Yang Feng doesn't kill him and guarantees his interests, the Liao Kingdom has been dead for more than a hundred years, and these Khitan people are now mothers!

"Immediately go back and tell the people in the city, this immortal only punishes the Mongols, as long as the other people no longer work for the Mongols, then they will be treated equally, and they will be treated as the people of China, and the money, land, and women of the Inner Mongolia people in the city will be taken by you, and this will be widely displayed to the nearby states and counties, and from then on, whether it is the Han Khitan or the Jurchen, those who have the Mongol eyes will be rewarded with their property and women, and those who dare to resist will be killed."

Yang Feng said.

"Disciple Honor!"

Yelu Shifang suppressed his excitement and said.

Their spring has finally arrived, you must know that at this time the wealth is basically concentrated in the hands of the Mongols and the Semu people, especially the Semu people, not only control commerce, but also put a lot of usury, now not only do not have to pay off the debt, but also can divide their wealth, who doesn't like such a good thing? Although at this time the victory or defeat of the war was still undecided......

"Master, the enemy army has arrived!"

At this time, Li Yao suddenly stepped forward and said to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng and Yelu Shifang turned their heads at the same time to look south, where thousands of cavalry were surging, and Liu Sijing had already begun to mobilize cavalry to prepare for battle.

"I can't help myself!"

Yang Feng sneered.

Then his hand pointed to the sky, and then, as if it was quite laborious, he slashed down from top to bottom, and the meteor in the sky suddenly fell, smashing into the cavalry that rescued Gaocheng, a terrifying flame exploded, and black smoke rose into the air like a black dragon. The cavalry that was originally charging collapsed in an instant, turned around in chaos desperately, and desperately fled back in the crowding and trampling, and opposite them, Liu Sijing took the lead and led the iron cavalry to start the charge, and in the blink of an eye, he crashed into the chaotic enemy army and began to kill unscrupulously.

Well, the winner is decided.

Yelu Shifang did not think that 100,000 Mongolian iron horsemen could withstand the punishment of heaven.

"Kill, kill the Tartars!"

He stood up, drew his sword, and roared excitedly.

Behind him, countless of the same roars rang out.