Chapter 133: Restore the old mountains and rivers and head towards the sky!
"My hair is standing on end with anger. I lean on the railing. The rain stops. I look up and howl to the sky..."

The earth-shaking chanting sounded through the sky.

No, this is not chanting, but a roar. It is the roar of countless soldiers, and even more so the roar of the general who always holds his head high in the lyrics, traveling through time and space.

The sound became higher and louder.

In the end, it was not just the soldiers sent by Guo Jing who were shouting.

Guo Jing himself, the defenders on the city wall, and even all the people in Xiangyang City, all roared out unconsciously.

This piece of poetry is undoubtedly the one that most resonates with the people of the Song Dynasty.

In real history, the Song Dynasty has been constantly harassed by various foreign races.

And in this world, the situation is undoubtedly even more serious.

Western Xia, Tubo, Liao, Jin, and even Northern Mang and Western Turks all bordered the Song Dynasty to varying degrees.

Half of the country was lost, the people moved south, and they were barely surviving.

After finally surviving the decline of Liao, Jin and other countries, before they could even catch their breath, they were faced with the even more ferocious and powerful Mongols.

The Song Dynasty court was certainly aggrieved, and the people and soldiers of the Song Dynasty were even more aggrieved.

There is no one who does not want his or her country to be strong, and no one who does not want to devote himself or herself to serving the country.

It’s a pity that there is no way to go to heaven and no way to serve the country.

Therefore, everyone in the Song Dynasty will miss the person who wrote this poem.

Especially when faced with alien invasion, this emotion undoubtedly became more intense.

"Yue Wumu, back the Wei army!"

Hearing this voice, even Temujin couldn't help but tremble, especially when he saw the thousands of soldiers slowly emerging behind Guo Jing.

"Good, good trick, Guo Jing, you really surprised me. I didn't expect you to revive Yue Wumu's Beiwei Army."

Temujin narrowed his eyes, and for the first time a look of importance appeared in his eyes.

He couldn't help but take it seriously. Yue Fei, Bei Wei, these four words are enough to make anyone take it seriously.

It’s not just because of Yue Fei’s successive victories in the Northern Expedition, it’s more important.

The Beiwei Army is a military soul unit.

Temujin, who personally established and commanded the Keshig Army, knew better than anyone the power of a true military soul unit.

That can really change the outcome of a war.

"I am ashamed to say that I have studied Wu Mu's posthumous writings for more than ten years and have only made some progress. I have barely reproduced these three thousand Beiwei."

Guo Jing's tone remained humble.

But his temperament at this moment was completely different. He was less honest and simple, and more fierce and fierce. He looked more like a proud general standing on the battlefield.

Temujin said nothing.

Guo Jing's words were quite modest. Although rebuilding according to military books was much simpler than starting over, it was definitely not as easy as imagined.

Especially when it comes to the military soul troops, if there is only a military book or training manual, it can create a military soul troop, and such troops will not be so rare.

More importantly, although Guo Jing was guarding Xiangyang, the Song Dynasty court did not give him much support.

Therefore, this army relied more on Guo Jing's own planning and construction, which was obviously more difficult.

Of course, what Guo Jing said was not wrong.

At the beginning, Yue Fei's Beiwei Army consisted of only a few thousand men, and they were all infantry.

But as his Northern Expedition progressed, his army continued to expand. By the end, he had nearly 100,000 soldiers and had established cavalry.

Although these 100,000 were not all Beiwei, there were more than 10,000 real Beiwei. Among them, the combination of infantry and cavalry made up the final and most complete Beiwei army.

Therefore, the Beiwei Army displayed by Guo Jing at this time was actually only the initial stage, but this should also be Guo Jing's greatest ability.

You have to know that even though Song Que had the resources of Lingnan, he spent so many years and was unable to truly revive the Northern Army.

Although one of the reasons was the temperament of the two armies.

Beiwei inherited Yue Fei's will to fight against foreign races, and was a natural fit for Xiangyang, a border city that often faced threats from foreign races.

But no matter how to say it, this still shows how difficult it is for Guo Jing.

At this time, Guo Jing's temperament also changed completely.

He had already grasped a spear in his hand without knowing when, and the fierce aura on his body seemed to be able to pierce through the sky above.

It was as if the deceased Marshal Yue had come back to life and borrowed Guo Jing's body to fight against the alien race on the battlefield again.

"Please fight the Qiexue army!"

Guo Jing roared to the sky and directly challenged Temujin's strongest army to fight.

The violent momentum swept out like an overwhelming force.

The three thousand Beiwei tribes behind him were instantly connected into a whole, and an earth-shaking momentum gushed out from the city wall.

Temujin looked at Guo Jing deeply, with an inexplicable look in his eyes. After a long time, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

Then he waved towards the back.

In an instant, soldiers like a tide began to rush forward.

Obviously, Temujin did not use the Keshig Army.

Firstly, the situation of the Beiwei Army was unclear, and even their military spirit had not been revealed at this moment. Moreover, they had the advantage in the siege at this moment.

Of course, there was no need for him to use his strongest troops to engage in a head-on confrontation. Temujin would never do such a reckless act.

It would be better to use other troops, or even cannon fodder, to test the enemy first and see their strengths and weaknesses.

Another point, and more importantly, is that although Guo Jing specifically mentioned that he wanted to fight against the Qiexue Army.

But he did not leave the city and still occupied the top of the city wall. It was obvious that although Guo Jing was determined to fight, he had not lost his mind.

If Guo Jing really led the Beiwei Army out of the city to challenge for a fight, then Temujin might also send the Qiexue to give them a fight.

But in this situation, he obviously would not be fooled by the other party.

When the thirteen wings are not complete, the Qiexue Army is his biggest trump card. He would be heartbroken even if one of them is missing.

"kill!"

The murderous aura surged in the city, and the whole city was shaken again.

The surging tide was like hitting an endless natural chasm, without creating any waves at all.

But on the city wall, there was a lot of blood and corpses that made people's scalps tingle.

"Khan, it seems that we can't shake them with just these cannon fodders." A voice sounded from the side.

Temujin nodded, then shook his head.

"I never thought that the fighting spirit of the Beiwei Army would merge with the Xiangyang formation. Could this really be Yue Wumu's last wish?"

"It's not that it can't be shaken, it's just that the effect is minimal. If the number is large enough, it will definitely be effective."

"After all, whether it's Guo Jing, the Beiwei Army, or even the dead formation, they will all get tired."

"However, Ben Khan doesn't want to waste too much time here."

After saying this, Temujin shouted coldly: "Let Jochi and Kubi come and attack with their two wings of troops."

"Humph, I want to see if the mere 3,000 Beiwei soldiers can really defy the will of heaven."

"Tell them not to hold back and to attack with all their might. Even if we cannot take the city, we must bring out the spirit of the Beiwei Army for our Khan."

"Yes!" The person next to him looked stern.

He knew that although Temujin's words were calm at this time, they meant that he was really angry.

"boom!"

After a few breaths, two vast auras burst out at the same time.

Two torrents of different colors rushed towards the city from the left and right directions at the same time.

"Jochi, Kubi is coming!"

Guo Jing snorted coldly.

Having stayed in Mongolia for so many years and even personally commanded one of the thirteen wings, he is naturally very familiar with each department.

This is also the reason why he was reluctant to use the Golden Wings. He was familiar with the other party, and the other party was also familiar with that unit.

Using Golden Wings to defend the city will only make it easier for the enemy to attack the city.

He was also worried that Temujin would see through his true intentions.

After all, the reason why Temujin only has twelve wings left now is because he was careless and took out the golden wing with it.

Having lost his fundamental inheritance and elite soldiers, Temujin had no way to rebuild that army.

It was also from then on that Temujin changed the rule of non-interference among the Thirteen Wings tribes. He summarized the inheritance of each tribe and kept a separate copy. At the same time, he also prepared elite soldiers from each tribe in advance to prevent Guo Jing's situation from happening again.

Guo Jing didn't know that because of his defection, Temujin changed the rules that had always been in place for the Thirteen Wings on the grassland.

He only knew that he must not let the other party take back the Golden Wings.

Because he knew clearly how terrifying it would be once the thirteen wings combined into one. It was a power that made him tremble unconsciously.

So even if there is a slight possibility, Guo Jing will prevent it.

If Golden Wing was sent to participate in the battle, if something went wrong and Temujin discovered the inheritance, or for other reasons, Guo Jing would really have no time to regret it.

"Boom, boom!"

When the two armies of Subuchi and Kublai collided with the city wall.

The formation that had been as stable as a rock finally began to shake.

Unlike the pure cannon fodder before, although Shuchi and Kublai were not at the forefront of the Thirteen Wings and had not yet developed a military spirit, they were definitely the elite among the elite.

Their combat effectiveness is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary troops.

Seeing this scene, Guo Jing's face also showed a solemn look.

Although I had expected it, I still couldn't hide my disappointment when I saw it in person.

The situation on the field was undoubtedly that the Xiangyang side was at an absolute disadvantage.

Even if he took out the Beiwei Army, it only slightly increased his own capital, but did not change the overall situation.

After all, Temujin had too many soldiers and horses, while they not only had too few soldiers, but also lacked the support of the country behind them.

In other words, Guo Jing had a strong character. If it were someone else, it would have been impossible for him to continue the fight from the beginning.

The reason why he took the initiative to challenge before was to try his luck at that one in a million chance.

If Temujin was really provoked and sent out the Qiexue Army, then with the help of the city formation and the strength of the Beiwei Army, he could make an all-out effort and perhaps severely damage or even annihilate this army.

Although the Yuan army was not completely defeated, the morale of the Yuan army would undoubtedly be severely shaken once the Qiexue army left, and Xiangyang would have a chance to be defended.

Unfortunately, Temujin was not fooled.

Guo Jing couldn't help but shook his head. He certainly understood that Temujin, a wolf rampant on the battlefield, would not be fooled so easily.

The reason for doing that was just to take a gamble.

Looking at the two teams coming like a tide, they showed a life-threatening attitude right from the start.

Guo Jing's expression became even more serious.

He is no longer the same person he was before. Although his personality has not changed, he has studied military tactics for many years and experienced many battles, and has long become a true general and commander.

Temujin sent out the troops on both wings so quickly, and displayed such a desperate posture right from the start. How could he not know the purpose behind it?

The enemy was not only coming for Xiangyang City, but also for the Beiwei Army.

Temujin wanted to test the strength of the Beiwei army through the life-and-death fight of his elite troops on both wings.

Guo Jing couldn't help but show bitterness on his face.

What the other party is doing is an open conspiracy.

Even if Guo Jing saw it, there was no solution.

If it continues to retain its strength, how long can Xiangyang City hold out under the frenzied attacks of the troops on both wings?

Even if they managed to hold off, they only had two wings, while Temujin had twelve wings of troops.

If Xiangyang City is lost, what is the point of keeping the Beiwei Army as his trump card?
He let out a long breath and sighed silently in his heart.

A look of determination flashed across his eyes, Guo Jing raised his head sharply and shouted:

"The shame of Jingkang has not yet been avenged. When will the hatred of the ministers be eliminated..."

As Guo Jing spoke, the sound that had just stopped sounded again.

The surrounding heaven and earth, including the city of Xiangyang, began to shake again.

The armies of Subuchi and Kublai couldn't help but pause, as if some powerful pressure had suddenly descended upon them.

"Hmph, it's Man Jiang Hong again. I want to see what methods you have!" Temujin snorted coldly.

"It's just a last poem. I don't believe it can defy fate. Even if Yue Wumu is reborn, it's nothing more than a battle."

"My Mongols are not the Jin Dynasty, and Temujin is certainly not Jin Wushu."

After he finished speaking, Temujin waved his hand coldly: "Go on, have two men set up the formation and continue the fierce attack."

Almost at the moment when Temujin finished speaking, the two large formations lit up at the same time, and the Yuan army, which had been in a stagnation, launched a massive offensive again.

Terrifying roars continued to explode on the top of Xiangyang City.

The Xiangyang formation, which had been shining brightly, was also becoming brighter and brighter.

But if you look closely, you can still see the formation and the city walls shaking.

Corpses and blood kept falling on the walls and under the city walls.

Although both sides have deployed large formations, they still need to rely on soldiers to implement them.

So as the violent roar sounded, soldiers from both sides were falling down every moment.

Guo Jing did not go to see the battle that was happening so close.

At this moment, his whole body was filled with piety.

The sound coming out of his mouth was also becoming increasingly empty and high.

The three thousand Beiwei soldiers behind him were already beginning to shine with light.

"Drive the long car and break through the Helan Mountain Pass!"

Temujin's eyes had narrowed.

The sounds around were already extremely loud at this point, like the sound of heaven descending from the sky.

With his experience, how could he not see that this was already the final moment.

Obviously, the answer will be clear after this poem is finished.

"Come on, let me see." Temujin muttered to himself.

If someone else saw and discovered this situation, they would definitely be worried, or directly order the troops to temporarily avoid the attack.

But Temujin had no such intention at all, and there was only bloodthirsty murderous intent in his eyes.

The two armies had no intention of stopping, and even at his signal, they attacked more fiercely.

It was at this moment that the recitation sounds around the world finally came to the final moment.

"When a warrior is hungry, he will eat the meat of the barbarians; when he is thirsty, he will drink the blood of the Xiongnu!"

As the voice fell, a shining light shot up into the sky, like a pillar of heaven, pointing directly to the depths of the nine heavens.

Everyone closed their eyes unconsciously.

And when they opened their eyes again.

On the city wall, the three thousand Beiwei soldiers had disappeared, and only Guo Jing was standing on the top of the city wall.

Instead, there was a tall and straight figure standing upright in the sky.

"Let's start from the beginning, rebuild the old mountains and rivers, rebuild the old mountains and rivers."

A slight murmur came from the giant's mouth. Although his lips did not move, it resounded throughout the sky in an instant.

"Yue Wumu!"

"Marshal Yue!"

"Grandpa Yue, it's Grandpa Yue."

On the city wall, under the city wall, inside the city wall.

In the Yuan army formation, the Song army formation, in Xiangyang city, and even outside Xiangyang, every common people on the land of the Great Song Dynasty looked up at the same time and cried out in surprise.

"Marshal Yue, is Marshal Yue reborn?"

"We pay our respects to Marshal Yue."

I don’t know how many people knelt down and kowtowed with tears in their eyes at this moment.

Perhaps when Yue Fei first died, not so many people felt sad, but as the national strength weakened and foreign races invaded year after year, the people naturally missed him more and more.

Even in the distant city of Lin'an, several figures raised their heads and looked towards Xiangyang.

"Master Yue? Sigh..."

At this time in Xiangyang City, the entire world seemed to have come to a complete standstill.

Both troops stopped their actions, and everyone's attention was drawn to that figure.

People in Xiangyang city, nearby Xiangyang, and even in areas a little further away, all shouted at the top of their lungs at the same time.

"Please come, Marshal Yue, kill the Tartars, and protect our country."

"Kill the Tartars and protect our country!"

The fierce roars gathered like the tide and finally turned into a sea tide that surged into the sky.

Streams of aura that are invisible to the naked eye also flowed out and finally converged to the same place.

The city of Xiangyang suddenly shook, and blood and energy emerged from the bodies of all the soldiers, slowly rising.

The eyes of the giant in the sky suddenly moved.

The soft whisper sounded again:
"Tartar? Alien?"

"Go straight to Huanglong!"

As the voice fell, the giant's body shook violently, and a terrifying aura instantly surged out like crazy, covering the whole sky.

A roar that shook the heavens and the earth rolled out from the giant's mouth.

The giant, who originally looked a little dull, instantly turned into a terrifying killing god.

"The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty."

"Let's start from the beginning and rebuild the old mountains and rivers."

The giant held a huge spear and pointed it directly at the troops on both wings next to the city wall, and let out a terrifying roar:

"Chaotianque!"

Chaotianque, at this moment, the entire Song Dynasty heard this angry roar.

Countless people had tears in their eyes, but many people also had mixed feelings, and some people even looked gloomy.

(End of this chapter)