Chapter 1567: The Situation is Over, the Power of the Hand Grenade

Monk Zicong was a smart man. When Chahan led his troops out of the camp, he slipped away for fear that Kublai Khan would settle the score with him later.

When he returned to his tent, he saw his old friend sitting cross-legged, holding a tortoise shell and closing his eyes to rest. He quickly said:

"Old Tian, ​​please tell me the fortune-telling result of today's battle!"

"fierce!"

Old Tian, ​​whose real name is Tian Run, is a Taoist sorcerer, but he has a close relationship with the monk Zicong.

Tian Run said, calmly pointing to the bag he had packed long ago, and chuckled:

"Didn't you see? I've even packed my bag. Go get some sleep. Be careful not to run away at night and get caught by the Song people!"

Monk Zicong was shocked by his friend's words:

"Is it really so dangerous?"

"It's so dangerous! And if we're not careful, there's a risk of our entire army being wiped out!"

As Tian Run spoke, he sighed:
"Last year, I advised you that the celestial phenomena had changed drastically and the Purple Star reflecting His Highness had dimmed. You might not be able to get that position, but you just didn't believe it and insisted on dragging me along. Now, I'm going to be killed by you, a bald donkey!"

Monk Zicong was also a little flustered when he saw that his friend was talking seriously:
"Not really? There are still more than 200,000 soldiers in the army!"

"A month ago, Chahan led 70,000 vanguard and central troops, but was killed by 8,000 people, and only 5,000 to 6,000 people escaped!"

Tian Run said this and burst into laughter:

"I'm afraid we'll repeat the same mistake tonight. Only one in ten will be able to escape!"

Hearing this, Monk Zicong finally came to his senses.

When he came to his friend and looked at him carefully, he found that his friend was also looking at him meaningfully.

The two looked at each other.

Tian Run burst into laughter again.

Monk Zicong frowned, looking as if he wanted to cry but had no tears. He wanted to smile but ended up looking miserable.

……

The north gate of Xiangyang City.

Su Mingzhe stood on the city wall, his posture upright, his eyes looking forward. The entire battlefield was under his gaze.

Because of the decisive battle, Xiaolongnu came with her sister Wanyan Ping and stood next to the man.

In order not to affect the morale of the troops, Su Mingzhe asked the two women to wear armor and masks.

Even so, it is difficult to conceal the charming charm of the two women.

Boom, boom, boom...

As the war drums sounded.

The Tartars drove the local people they captured from nearby and forced them to carry soil to fill the moat.

These people were all from Xiangyang. Fearing that they would be shot by the Song soldiers on the city wall, they all begged for mercy in their local dialect.

"Open the city gate and let them into the city wall!"

Su Mingzhe's order made many generals nervous.

Many people even pointed their bows and arrows at this common man, fearing that there might be some Tartar spies among them who would take advantage of the chaos to attack the city wall.

Fortunately, these people are real people.

When the common people saw the city gate open, they rushed over.

In an instant.

The narrow city gate was blocked tightly by tens of thousands of people.

Some people were quite smart. Seeing that they could not get in through the city gate, they surrounded the city wall and ran in other directions.

When the Tartars saw that most of the people had entered, they laughed wildly and drove their horses to attack the city!
……

"Bring me my precious carved bow!"

Seeing that all the civilians had passed the minefield, Su Mingzhe no longer hesitated, drew his bow and arrow, and shot towards the enemy's center.

The Tatars also have experts.

People like Nimoxing, Xiaoxiangzi, Yin Kexi, Ma Guangzuo, etc. were originally masters recruited by Kublai Khan. Now they were sent by Kublai Khan to protect Marshal Chahan. Seeing Su Mingzhe shooting arrows at them, they all took defensive postures.

Marshal Chahan had always been disdainful of these foreign masters, and now seeing everyone's nervous expressions, his eyes became even more contemptuous:

"Everyone, from here to the city wall, it's more than three hundred steps. Even if his precious carved bow can shoot arrows over, but it's a spent force, it won't be able to penetrate the silk cloth of Lu. So, there's no need to worry!" After hearing this, everyone noticed that the arrow shot by Su Mingzhe was too high and couldn't hit anyone at all.

This caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Marshal Chahan repeatedly stretched out his hands and twirled his beard, saying with a look of sarcasm:

"No wonder these Song people are such idiots. Even the generals can't shoot arrows, let alone the others!"

Just as everyone was laughing and agreeing.

Yin Kexi suddenly shouted "No!"

It turned out that when he looked back, he found that although the arrow could not hit anyone, it might be able to shoot off the wolf-head banner behind Marshal Chahan.

The wolf-head banner is the flag of Marshal Chahan.

Without the flag, if anyone shouted that Marshal Chahan was dead, the Tatar soldiers below might believe it.

The arrow was flying too fast and Yin Kexi had no time to warn everyone.

Of course, he also wanted to show off his skills, so he pulled out the whip from his waist and threw it towards the arrow in the air.

Everyone saw that the long whip was inlaid with dozens of colorful glass, jade, gems and beads.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Just as the arrow flew over everyone's heads.

Yin Kexi let out a cry and rolled up the bow and arrow.

Just when everyone was about to applaud Yin Kexi, Xiao Xiangzi, who was standing next to him, suddenly changed his expression. Without warning anyone else, he jumped away.

Then, a series of loud explosions instantly enveloped everyone in smoke.

……

Su Mingzhe stood on the city wall, watching Marshal Chahan and others fall in a pool of blood. While admiring his masterpiece, he shook his head and sighed:

"If Kublai Khan were here, he would have confessed as well!"

Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru stood aside like two generals, and after seeing the power of Su Mingzhe's arrow, which caused a lot of casualties in the Tatar core, they exclaimed repeatedly and suddenly said excitedly:
"Brother, now that the Tartar wolf-head banner has fallen, should we launch an attack?"

"No hurry, no hurry! Let the Tartar army react for a while!"

Su Mingzhe has great patience.

If the string of grenades just now didn't work, I would shoot a few more arrows.

Fortunately, the first arrow achieved its target.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

The Mongolian army then discovered that their flag was tilted and moving backwards.

Under the watchful eyes of the defenders on the city wall, the Tatar army, which had been attacking like an overwhelming force, was about to retreat in an orderly manner like the tide.

"Senior brother..."

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen became anxious when they saw the Tartar army leaving the minefield.

Su Mingzhe then waved his hand towards the messenger:

"Open the city gates, and send all cavalry out to pursue!"

……

"Let's go!"

When Tian Run heard the "dry thunder" coming from afar and the shouts of the Song people chasing and killing him, he knew that defeat was inevitable.

Monk Zicong looked lonely. He changed into the ordinary soldier's clothes that had been prepared long ago and ran out of the camp.

……

Kublai Khan learned that Chahan had led an army of 80,000 to attack the city, but not only did he not achieve any success, but he was ambushed by the Song people again. Not only did he lose many soldiers and generals, but only 10,000 or 20,000 of the 80,000 soldiers escaped, and even Chahan himself was killed in the explosion. He began to panic:

"Quick, go and invite Master Zicong!"

Seeing this, Jia Fu, the head of the Wan Hu, hurriedly stopped Kublai Khan and pleaded:
"Your Highness, the Song army of 200,000 is already chasing us. We should temporarily avoid the front and retreat!"

The power of landmines is rarely seen in the world.

Even Chahan, the heavily guarded marshal, was killed in the explosion.

Everyone was afraid that Kublai Khan would make another mistake, which would be a great sin for everyone.

Despite Kublai Khan's objections, the crowd forced him onto the horse and escorted him all the way back north.