The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 273 Collapse
Huixin laughed strangely and said, "It seems that Mongolia's lineup is stronger, but the strength of Jinlun is not equal to that of Guo Jing. I don't know who will win this battle?!"

"Don't say it too early, any possibility is possible, but my Great Song cavalry is indeed inferior to Mongolia, but this place is not suitable for cavalry combat!"

Wang Jian glanced at Brother Meng, staring at the Southern Song Army in his eyes, and nodded secretly.

Guo Jing is worthy of being the successor of Wu Mu, some of the methods of arranging troops, even he, a veteran in the war, can't see the name. What.

Meng Ge didn't look at it, but clenched his fists unconsciously, and the blue veins revealed the unrest in his heart.

"Haha, looking at it like this is not an option, why don't you two have a drink with me, please!"

Summer Resort, on a high platform.

Huixin transferred a team of cooks and dancers from Xiangyang Tianxianglou.

There was a lot of killing outside, and inside there was a pool of wine and meat. Hui Xin toasted and smiled and said, "The two of you are destined to be together. This time, it's fate to be able to get together with the two of you in the same room. No matter who wins or loses, we must have fun, please!"

"Your Excellency is very courageous. You are worthy of being a first-class master in the world. I respect you!"

The Mongolian Khan wants to build a good relationship with Huixin. If he can't win, he should try his best to win Huixin's favor. Otherwise, if he loses the game, the two sides will immediately change their identities and fight each other.

Wang Jian was also uneasy. He couldn't see the latest situation on the battlefield, and he didn't have much interest in drinking.

This time, although Huixin's origin and powerful relationship were urgently sent to Lin'an, after all, it was beyond his reach. If any accident happened at that time, I'm afraid his head would be lost. Naturally, he was not as free and easy as Meng Ge Dahan.

But with Guo Jing around, he can feel more at ease.

"Please!"

Seeing that both of them drank the glass of wine, Huixin smiled and said, "In today's duel, Mongolia won first, but Jinlun was too aggressive and was already beheaded by Guo Jing on the spot. Hehe, I'm afraid that your army will be defeated. I fell into Guo Jing's scheme."

"That's not surprising. The Golden Knife Son-in-Law helped Genghis Khan conquer the Huacizimo country, and he was named the Marshal of the Right. It's a pity that the Southern Song Dynasty didn't know the goods. Otherwise, if it fell into our Mongolian Empire, it would definitely become a soldier in charge of the world. Commander in Chief."

Meng Ge praised Guo Jing a lot, and it didn't cause any impact because of the confrontation between the two sides.

Wang Jian smiled wryly, indeed.

Today, with treacherous ministers in power, the national strength of the Southern Song Dynasty can be said to be worsening day by day. Even if Li Zong has ideals and courage, it is impossible to eliminate the disadvantages at once.

If you can't break through and then build, I'm afraid that even if there is no foreign enemy invasion, it won't last for many years.

Huixin smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, no matter who wins or loses, it's not a bad thing for me. At least the two of you are lucky enough to sit at the same table today. Come, we won't go home until we're drunk."

"please"

"please"

The two of them have no one else, because they don't know how the battle is going, even though they are drinking, their hearts have already flown to the battlefield.

Hui Xin smiled, waved to the dancer and said, "You go down first, I still have to entertain distinguished guests."

"Yes, sir!"

Yingying and Yanyan go together.

Hui Xin stood up and said with a smile, "If you two want to know the situation of the battle, then come with me!"

There are thousands of ways to kill, but war is the most unpredictable act, because the number of people killed will be a very large number.

It's just that the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit, which is also the same old truth.

"What did you bring us here for?"

Seeing that Meng Ge had already reached the edge of the villa, he asked some strange questions.

Huixin smiled strangely and said, "You don't want to know the battle situation, you look forward."

At a glance, the battlefield below was still fighting, but the soldiers were already very tired, and the current situation was not as good, but the visual inspection showed that Guo Jing was leading a master to strangle the Mongolian elite.

"This, how is this possible? More than half of my Mongolian elite were killed or injured. This is impossible."

Meng Ge looked down almost frantically, the blood flowed into rivers, and the blood-stained ground, Mongolia was unexpectedly surrounded by the Southern Song army, like meat on a felt board, ready to be slaughtered.

Meng Ge broke down and roared at the top of his lungs.

Unfortunately, it's useless.

Guo Jing can almost kill an elite with a single palm, not to mention that after years of study, the beggar gang's dog-beating formation is no longer the same as it used to be.

The joyful expression on Wang Jian's face said, "Haha, Brother Meng Khan, I'm afraid Da Song is going to win, and you are going to lose."

"Impossible, it shouldn't be." Meng Ge half-kneeled on the ground, beating the ground hard, his voice gradually hoarse.

"Nothing is impossible, you should accept your fate! Sure enough, the fate is still on my side, hahahaha." Wang Jian was happy and practiced, more like he had won a battle.

Hui Xin laughed strangely, and snorted, "What else do you have to say now, Brother Meng, this is fate."

"It's you, you already guessed it, right!"

Meng Ge looked angry and stared at Hui Xin, as if he was going to kill someone.

Hui Xin rubbed her chin and said with a smile, "That's right. I didn't expect Wang Jian to invite Guo Jing and Huang Rong to camp. This is fate, because Guo Jing is a natural master, and one is enough to fight a thousand. What's more, the two sides were originally together. It was not equal at the beginning, you underestimated the power of martial arts in the Southern Song Dynasty, this is the end of your Mongolia."

Wang Jian laughed and said, "At that time, I never thought that the master would drag me here, and I also thought about whether Guo Jing is Daoist, this is God's will!"

Meng Ge lay limp on the ground, with despair in his expression, and said, "Yes, I didn't expect that one day I would become a prisoner and lose."

"I think you are an outstanding person of a generation. I will not kill you. According to the agreement, you will be a prisoner of General Wang Jian and be escorted to Lin'an. But don't worry, I will give you one year, but this time it will be up to you." For the 50 Mongolian elites who came, I will accept the gift you sent me!"

Hui Xin showed a cold side, and tapped Meng Ge's acupuncture points and said, "Don't think about it, otherwise, for Mongolia, it will be annihilation."

"Devil, you devil, this king will not admit defeat just like that!"

"Heh, then let you see and see, I'm so powerful, how about it!"

With a whistle, the Condor landed in front of his eyes.

Huixin led Wang Jian and Mengge Khan to the back of the eagle, and when the eagle screamed, she led them to the Mongolian camp.

Winning or losing here is not important anymore.

Taking Wang Jian with him was to witness one thing, one thing that could affect the situation of Song and Meng.

"Master, don't you intend to kill them all?"

"I don't need to talk nonsense with you, just watch it!"

As soon as Huixin changed his peaceful spirit, the monstrous killing intent almost condensed into a essence.

Brother Meng was hit on the Ya acupuncture point and wanted to beg for mercy, but he saw Huixin standing directly above the camp out of thin air, looking coldly at the army formation below, and said, "Doomsday, come!"

(End of this chapter)