Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 85: Your name is Ogedei?
"Boss Huang, this person, this person..."

Meng Gong looked at Zhang Kuang walking on fire, the image of the wind echoing in the air and paving a path of fire. His mind buzzed and exploded. His clenched palms were full of sweat. His mind was blank as he asked:

"Is it really a human?"

Huang Rong did not answer.

Even though she had experienced Zhang Kuang's extraordinary lightness skills before, when she saw him controlling the wind and fire at this moment, Huang Rong's ears kept ringing. Her eyes were fixed on Zhang Kuang's back, and she could no longer hear what Meng Gong said.

Flying in the air arrogantly.

Not only were the people on the city walls of Xiangyang stunned, but even the people in the Mongolian camp began to riot.

There was no literacy campaign at that time. Nine out of ten people half believed in God, and half revered and feared God.

Seeing Zhang Kuang coming with fire, no matter they were soldiers or generals, they all turned pale and lay on the ground. Some spoke Mongolian, some spoke Jin, and some spoke Chinese, all of them were pushing Zhang Kuang to the god they believed in.

Zhang Kuang didn't care at all. He grabbed a man who could speak Chinese and asked, "I want to borrow your Khan's help. Please show me the way."

The man was suddenly lifted into the air and was frightened out of his wits. His face was pale without a trace of blood and he vomited green bile from the corners of his mouth. But before he died, he still pointed to the ordinary military tent next to the largest one.

Zhang Kuang threw the man to the ground and rode on his wind-fire wheels towards the military tent.

The fire path flew through the air, rising with the wind, like a feather swirling in the wind, and falling with the wind, turning into a fire that ignited everything. A huge fire suddenly broke out in the camp where the Mongolian army was stationed. The fire continued to burn, but few people dared to put out the fire.

Who dares to save the fire given by God?
run!

Even if you don't put out the fire, you can at least save lives, right?

The Mongolian army camp mutinied instantly and the soldiers fled together.

Only the 14,000 Qiexue troops in the innermost circle reacted the fastest, forming a battle formation and preparing to fight Zhang Kuang.

At the same time, he ordered people to bring in artillery units and aim them at Zhang Kuang.

"Stop!"

The general of the Qiexue army roared and shouted loudly in Mongolian.

A fire dragon slithered down from mid-air, instantly wrapped him up, roasted him into charcoal, and then let him fall to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.

Zhang Kuang scratched his ears and blew at him disdainfully, "What are you talking about? I'm about to start my journey."

His figure flashed, and he passed directly over the Qiexue army, flew over their heads magnificently, and landed in front of Ogedei's military tent.

A wave of his hand.

boom!
Ogedei's military tent exploded into pieces of flying cloth in an instant, and three old monks rushed out from inside. They were dressed in red robes, wearing tall hats, and each held two golden wheels in their hands for protection. They were so powerful that they could rival ordinary masters. If the three of them joined forces, I am afraid that even the Five Great Masters would not be able to take them down easily.

But Zhang Kuang waved his hand as if teasing a child, "I'm busy looking for someone, go play over there."

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three fire dragons rushed out and hit the chests of the three old monks. After a moment of stalemate, the dragons passed through their chests. The three old monks died on the spot. A large burnt circle could be seen on their chests and backs. They were not cold, but they were deader than dead.

Inside the tent, Ogedei pretended to be calm and ordered the maidservant, whose hands were shaking with fear, to dress him. At the same time, he said to Zhang Kuang in Chinese:

"Strong men of Song, you are very strong, but I am the eagle that lives forever, the overlord of the grassland, the emperor of the empire that dominates the Central Plains. My existence sets the rules for them. If you touch me, the entire grassland and even the Central Plains will fall into chaos, and war will break out again!
Killing me won't save the people, but will plunge them into war again. Why don't you come and help me? Once I unify the world, you will be the true protector of the country, worshipped by all the people and worshipped by the whole nation!" Zhang Kuang yawned upon hearing this and said, "So, you're Ogedei?"

"That's right." Ogedei showed no fear on his face, but his heart was in his throat. Seeing that Zhang Kuang was unmoved, he immediately said:
"No matter what conditions the Song people offer, I am willing to pay them tenfold or a hundredfold to the True God in exchange for my life."

"Power, money, women... As long as the true God speaks, I will never speak back."

"That's enough, no need to talk so much nonsense."

Zhang Kuang turned the fire dragon on his head and immediately rolled up Ogedei, dragging him into the air and flying towards Xiangyang City.

Seeing this, Ogedei began to struggle. "Master! Master! We can still talk. I can offer you very high conditions."

"How high? Higher than the sky?" Zhang Kuang was not in a hurry to return to Xiangyang City, but walked slowly in the air with Ogedei hanging on his arm.

Since you want to cause trouble, then make it a big scene. When you come, of course you have to be fast in order to find people, and when you leave, you naturally have to be slow so that everyone can see clearly.

"Look," Zhang Kuang pointed at the sea of ​​fire that spread across the Mongolian camp below and said calmly, "We are in the sky now. Can the conditions you offer be higher than the sky?"

For no apparent reason, Ogedei thought of roasting a whole lamb. Bound by the fire dragon, he began to struggle without hesitation.

It doesn’t matter if he is arrogant. If this guy can really struggle to open the fire dragon, he will sing Qinghai-Tibet Plateau upside down on the spot.

Seeing him so "brave", Meng Gong on the city wall flushed with excitement. He was so excited that he had no place to vent his excitement. He clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the battlement, saying excitedly: "Good!"

"Follow my orders!"

"Lü Wende and Lü Wenhuan, lead the divine artillery out of the city and advance six hundred paces towards the Mongolian camp. Wait for Immortal Zhang to return and fire immediately!"

"Fire all the cannons! I want the Mongolian camp to be reduced to a sea of ​​fire. I want all the Mongolian soldiers to never forget this day!"

There was a hint of ferocity on Meng Gong's face, his elegant demeanor gone, leaving only the coldness of a general.

He knew that there were artillery pieces in the Mongolian camp. If Lu Wende and his brothers fired from 600 steps away, it would easily hit the artillery pieces in the Mongolian camp, causing continuous explosions.

How long can the Mongols survive by then?

Not even one tenth!
But that's his purpose.

War is about money, land and life!
The more people they die in this battle, the more they will have to consider today's losses when they want to attack Song in the south in the future.

The Lu Wende brothers received the order to leave the city. When Zhang Kuang passed by in the sky, the two brothers ordered their troops to stop and showed full respect to Zhang Kuang.

When Zhang Kuang reached the top of the city wall, the soldiers stationed on the tower looked at him with great excitement. Many of them knelt on the ground, kowtowed to him and called him an immortal.

"Gods are bullshit. I'm just an ordinary person."

Zhang Kuang rolled his eyes and kicked Ogedei with disgust, kicking him in front of Huang Rong and Meng Gong.

"Hmm, he said he said Ogedei, come and confirm it."

(End of this chapter)