Chapter 315

"What?"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and stood up from their chairs.

Guo Jing looked at the soldier and asked with a heavy face: "Have you found out how many people there are?"

The soldier swallowed his saliva, a trace of fear appearing on his face: "According to the scout's estimation, there are at least 150,000!"

"150,000 troops?!"

Hearing this number,

not only Guo Jing, but the faces of the two generals Zhang Shun and Zhang Gui also turned ugly.

The Xiangyang City garrison had at most 100,000 troops.

However,.

Over these years, the Xiangyang garrison and the Mongol soldiers had fought more than a dozen battles. Although Xiangyang City relied on the danger of the city to cause the Mongol Mongol Yuan soldiers to lose 60,000 to 70,000 troops, the Xiangyang garrison had also shrunk from the original 100,000 to more than 70,000.

And these 70,000-plus soldiers also included those wounded.

If the Mongol soldiers really sent 150,000 troops this time, then even with Huang Huang Yaoshi and a group of Wu Lin heroes, they might not be able to hold Xiangyang City.

Even if they held it in the end,

how many of these 70,000-plus garrison soldiers could survive?

After a brief silence,

someone couldn't help but speak:

"This Mongol Mongol Yuan Kingdom hasn't even unified its internal tribes, yet it dares to send so many people to attack our Xiangyang City. Has this Mongol Khan gone crazy?!"

"Hmph! Who cares! Anyway, I didn't plan to leave Xiangyang City alive when I came here!"

"Right, killing one is enough, killing two is a profit!"

"..."

Looking at the indignant crowd,

Guo Jing didn't stop them.

To tell the truth,

he himself had a belly full of anger over these years.

It's just that,

as the City Lord of Xiangyang City, he naturally couldn't be like the others; he had to think for the countless people of Xiangyang City.

Thinking of this,

Guo Jing looked at Huang Huang Yaoshi: "Senior Huang, do you have any good ideas~~?"

Looking at Guo Jing, who was still calm and composed despite facing such a predicament, Huang Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but sigh that Guo Jing had really grown a lot over these years.

He remembered when he first met the other party here, he was still a simple and upright hairy boy.

However,

facing an army of 150,000, even he had no ideas.

So,

facing Guo Jing's expectant gaze, Huang Huang Yaoshi still shook his head helplessly: "No."

So many people,

even if they stood there and let him kill them, he wouldn't be able to finish killing them in a day and a night.

The strength of the Half-Step Divine Wandering Realm,

although it can affect the battlefield, that's all it is.

Thinking for a while, Huang Huang Yaoshi stood up and said: "Let's go to the city wall to see the situation first."

Actually,

Huang Huang Yaoshi was a bit suspicious in his heart at this moment.

After all, when he was in Snow Moon City before, Brother Sikong Changfeng told him personally that although Jinlun Jinlun Fawang escaped from his hands, the other party had suffered not-light injuries when he escaped. If he didn't have three to five months of rest, it was impossible to fully recover.

Under such circumstances,

Jinlun Jinlun Fawang shouldn't have supported the Mongol soldiers attacking Xiangyang City.

Huang Huang Yaoshi didn't believe that Jinlun Jinlun Fawang wouldn't know about his presence in Xiangyang City.

Since he knew,

the other party should understand even more that as long as he was there, even if Xiangyang City was broken in the end, their Mongol soldiers would inevitably suffer heavy losses.

Could it be that

Brother Brother Sikong is also a face-saving person?

Actually, Jinlun Jinlun Fawang wasn't injured?

Or Jinlun Jinlun Fawang had some miraculous medicine that could cure his injuries in a short time.

Huang Huang Yaoshi thought over and over, finding that only this reason could explain why the Mongol Mongol Yuan Kingdom would suddenly send a large force to attack Xiangyang City.

Soon,

Huang Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing led everyone to the city wall.

Guo Jing glanced outside the city, then turned his gaze to the scout who reported the news and asked: "．． How long will it take for the Mongol soldiers to arrive here?"

"It will only take about half an hour!"

As the scout spoke,

the atmosphere on the city wall suddenly became extremely heavy and oppressive.

Time was too tight,

so tight that Zhang Shun and Zhang Gui didn't have time to flip through the Wumu Legacy Book, let alone apply the military strategy in the book to the army.

Whoosh—

The wind began to rise,

as if sensing that war was coming, the originally clear sky began to turn gloomy.

On the city wall,

no one spoke anymore; everyone looked at the horizon in the distance with heavy gazes, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Mongol soldiers.

At the same time,

in the Mongol Mongol Yuan camp.

Jinlun Jinlun Fawang's face was pale, his aura was withered, and even though he had returned to Mongol Mongol Yuan, the horror in his eyes still hadn't completely dissipated.

And Darba was the same;

if it weren't for his master not abandoning him even at the critical moment, he probably wouldn't have been able to come back.

Snow Moon City,

not to be trifled with!

Master and disciple both had this thought in their hearts.

A moment later,

Darba looked at Jinlun Jinlun Fawang and asked with confusion: "Master, now that you are so heavily injured, why do you still want our army to attack Xiangyang City?"

Chapter 251: Didn't prepare to attack Xiangyang City?

In Darba's view,

although Xiangyang City was inferior to the Mongol Mongol Yuan Kingdom in terms of military strength, it had a group of righteous Wu Lin heroes from the Great Song Dynasty helping, so even if 180,000 soldiers were sent to attack Xiangyang City this time, it wouldn't necessarily be able to break it.

And,

before when attacking Xiangyang City,

although Master didn't go to the front line every time, even if he didn't go himself, he would arrange for the many experts under his command to go together.

However this time,

besides 180,000 soldiers, there was only one Free-Roaming Heavenly Realm expert, Nimoxing.

And hearing Darba's words,

Jinlun Jinlun Fawang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He had only taken three disciples in his life. To say which one was the most satisfying, it was undoubtedly his eldest disciple, but to say which disciple he liked the most, it was still his second disciple Darba, who had been following him all along.