Chapter 59 Tigers among Sheep
Wang Ming charged into the Mongolian army and soon he could see Temujin's golden tent.

Those Mongolian soldiers were naturally not made of wood. How could they tolerate the enemy trying to kill their own Khan's tent?

They fought back desperately and rushed towards Wang Ming frantically to stop him.

What is the Golden Tent?
That was Temujin's tent.

Who is Temujin?

That's their Khan!
That is their pride!
That's their belief!
That is their god!
How could they allow God to be disturbed?

The soldiers, knowing they would die, still rushed forward to Wang Ming without hesitation.

Use your body,
With flesh and blood,
With fresh life.

They formed a human wall to block Wang Ming's charge.

The martial arts world never dared to confront the imperial court because the imperial court's army was large in numbers and powerful, and the martial arts people could not withstand the terrifying human wave tactics and rotation warfare.

The most important thing is their armor, which can weaken the attacks of martial arts masters to the minimum.

The swords and knives of martial artists cannot penetrate the defense of armor at all. Don't think that ordinary soldiers don't have armor. They do have it, but the level of armor is different from that of generals.

Secondly, it’s not that it’s impossible to use internal strength to penetrate armor, but there are too few people who can do it. There are at most ten people in the world today who have the ability to penetrate armor with internal strength.

Moreover, doing so consumes a lot of energy, as the amount of Qi that can be stored is limited. Eventually, 11 will usually run out of internal energy and be stabbed to death.

In fact, many times, people were not stabbed to death, but shot to death by arrows.

"Mr. Wang's martial arts are real. He can move freely in the Mongolian army so recklessly and still remain unscathed." Lu Wende cherished his life very much and hid behind a soldier, only showing his head to watch the fighting outside the city. Seeing Wang Ming's amazing martial arts, he couldn't help but admire him.

"Mr. Wang was able to defeat all the enemies in the Mongolian army thanks to the sturdy armor and the extremely fast little red horse." Guo Jing looked outside the city and said without turning his head.

"Brother Jing is right. Without that armor, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you will be outnumbered and will inevitably get injured. The quick movement of the little red horse allows Mr. Wang to avoid being blocked in one place and targeted attacks." Huang Rong continued to explain.

"Mr. Wang went out of the city alone, riding a horse and challenging a million-strong army. He is truly brave. I'm afraid that even the King of Western Chu is no more brave than him." Lu Wende continued to express his amazement.

"In fact, Mr. Wang relies on the high mobility of the Ferghana horse. He is not facing a million-strong army. The enemies he has to deal with are always only a few people in front of him. The people behind him can't catch up with him at all. At this time, the number of people becomes a weakness. The people in the front will block the attack of the soldiers in the rear and the way forward. He only needs to kill his way into Temujin's tent and take his head, and the Mongolian army will naturally collapse." Huang Rong continued to analyze the battle on the field.

"Rong'er! How about I lead the army out to fight and help relieve some of the pressure on you, sir?" Guo Jing asked.

"There's no need. You can't help Mr. Wang if you go out. The Mongolian soldiers you can attract won't be able to get close to Mr. Wang and cause him any harm. They will be blocked on the periphery by their own people." Huang Rong quickly dispelled Guo Jing's idea.

"Mr. Wang's real crisis is not these soldiers. I'm only worried that Little Red Horse's physical strength and Mr. Wang's internal strength will be exhausted. Then they will be at the mercy of others." Huang Rong said worriedly.

“Are we just going to stand by and watch?” Guo Jing said unwillingly. Mr. Wang below would be in danger of death even if he succeeded.

Guo Jing's mood at this time was extremely complicated. On the one hand, Mr. Wang taught him to read and write and had been very kind to him many times. On the other hand, Genghis Khan was also very kind to him, otherwise they would not have lived so well on the grassland.

But at this time only one of them could survive, and it was more likely that both would die. One can imagine the sadness in Guo Jing's heart at this time.

But in the face of national justice, Genghis Khan's kindness had to be put aside, and he now prayed that Mr. Wang would succeed.

There were also smart people in the Mongolian army. Knowing that this man was extremely powerful and unstoppable, they began to set up tripwires.

The heavily armored knights were invulnerable to swords and spears, and invincible, but they were only afraid of trip ropes and horse pits. Without horses, the heavily armored knights had great difficulty moving, and were basically just a target, unable to move.

Heavy armored knights usually died miserably. Sharp weapons like swords and knives could do nothing to them, so they could only be hit with blunt instruments like hammers. You can imagine how miserable their death was.

As a congenital master, Wang Ming had excellent eyesight and saw the tripwire on the ground from a long distance. He could only say that it was a nice idea.

Tilt the tip of the lance downward, and the horse quickly rushes to the tripwire.

The shaft of the horse lance is very long and can easily touch the ground.

Wang Ming controlled the lance in his hand and lifted it up from the bottom, and the tripwire on the ground was opened.

The tripwires at the back were either picked up and flew away, or broken.

At this time, Wang Ming was only a few meters away from Temujin's golden tent. The guarding soldiers were completely furious and rushed forward frantically.

Wang Ming pierced the armored warrior in front of him with his spear, but his horse was still charging forward. The spear began to bend, and the body left by the horse's spear was ejected so that he could continue to attack another person.

Several strong soldiers rushed in front of him.

The man who was pierced by a lance was willing to die. He wanted to use his body to restrict Wang Ming's weapon and let his comrades rush to Wang Ming and kill this daring villain who attempted to assassinate the Khan.

They held maces in their hands and rushed towards Wang Ming with ferocious expressions. If they were one meter closer to Wang Ming, the maces would be within the attack range.

The mace is a sharp weapon that can penetrate armor. Once it is struck, the person in heavy armor will inevitably suffer internal injuries due to the shock force.

Wang Ming ignored them. The Mongolian men who rushed up did not change their posture while holding their lances.

"boom!"

These tall Mongolian warriors were directly knocked away by the Ferghana horse under Wang Ming's crotch.

One soldier was lucky enough to hit Wang Ming with a mace.

What a pity! Regarding the damage caused by the stick, Wang Ming just wanted to say: "I haven't eaten yet? My beautiful apprentice is not as strong as me when she hits my back!"

Naturally, they had no chance to hear these words, as they had already fallen to the ground unconscious.

The speed of the Arabian horse was already amazing, and with the added bonus of Wang Ming's true energy, the collision was almost like being hit by a large truck.

There was a guy who was unlucky and ended up lying dead on the road that a Ferghana horse had taken. The Ferghana horse, carrying several hundred kilograms, was kicked to death by the horse's hoof.

The Ferghana horse charged forward, carrying Wang Ming into the tent of Genghis Khan, the great conqueror.

The people in Xiangyang city looked at Temujin's tent with burning eyes, and they were determined to die.

Saw a turning point.
I saw hope,
Seeing the possibility of victory, how could they not be excited.

Can!
Suddenly, Wang Ming, who was unstoppable and powerful a moment ago, and his Ferghana horse flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

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(End of this chapter)