Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 339 I Want to Eat Cantonese Food

"What is he barking at?"

The Zhongzhou team who were eavesdropping on the Mongolian military camp were stunned, and Zhang Heng couldn't help but swear.

"What is he barking at?"

After saying this, Zhang Heng couldn't help but say it again.

"Trivia: Goryeo created a magnificent civilization in 6000 BC. Central Plains civilization was inspired by Goryeo civilization and learned a lot from it... Is that bullshit? This is Goryeo's view of history."

Xiao Honglu sneered, but his expression gradually became solemn. He rubbed the short hair hanging in front of his forehead with his fingers and rolled it into a bunch.

"Although it's shameless, I think I roughly understand what they are doing and what they want to do... They actually use this trick!"

Neos' expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "That member of the Celestial Team codenamed General seems to have enhanced Ultraman Tiga. If I remember correctly, Ultraman Tiga also has a shining form that can be entered by absorbing the light in people's hearts."

"Even if it's not the true Shining Form, but just the prototype of Shining Tiga, its combat power will increase by leaps and bounds. I'm afraid that even if Zheng Zha recovers to his full strength, he may not be able to defeat the prototype of Shining Tiga."

Xiao Honglu grabbed a handful of hair with his right hand, but his turbulent mood made it impossible for him to control the strength of his arm, resulting in a bald spot on his head.

"It's not good..."

Xiao Honglu uttered a groan-like sound, a look of panic flashing across his eyes.

Something's wrong! Is their plan going to fail?

Wen Lie is not here, Zhao Yingkong is restrained by Zhao Zhuikong, Cheng Xiao, Ba Wang and others are also very far away, and Zheng Zha is seriously injured due to the backlash of his inner demon... With their limited combat power, can they defeat the God Team including the prototype of Shining Tiga and the Mongolian army?
"Unless something unexpected happens, Team Tianshen intends to decide the outcome in one round. For the past three days, Team Tianshen hasn't been going all out, preserving their strength and energy to guard against Wen Lie's imminent return and to create a life-or-death situation. We, on the other hand, have been sapped by the relentless attacks of the Mongol army. Until today, Team Tianshen has finally ensured that if they go all out, they can quickly destroy Team Zhongzhou. Even if Wen Lie returns, he won't be able to stop them. Hence the speech over there... This is a complete conspiracy, a conspiracy that leaves us completely helpless!"

Xiao Honglu shook off the hair in his hands, waved his arms vigorously, and shouted in a somewhat crazy manner.

"An open conspiracy? This is war, after all. Like you said before, there's no room for clever tricks in war. Victory or defeat depends entirely on the hard power of both sides."

Zheng Zha rubbed Xiao Honglu's head and said calmly.

"At worst, we can just fight. Who can tell if we win or lose unless we fight to the end?"

His flesh had grown back and his energy had been fully restored. On the surface, he appeared to be unharmed.

However, his body and soul were riddled with wounds, and the damage done to his body by his inner demons could not be healed easily.

Forcing himself to stand up and speaking heroic words was just to boost morale.

Xiao Honglu opened Zheng Zha's arm and frowned.

He couldn't see Zheng Zha's condition, but he knew that Zheng Zha's injuries would not be easy to recover from. The sense of urgency and uneasiness in his heart was so strong that it was about to overflow.

Zheng Zha smiled, turned to look at Guo Jing and the others, and said calmly, "Master Guo, you probably didn't understand what we meant. The Mongols have prepared a very powerful trump card and are ready to take Xiangyang in one fell swoop today. Simply defending will not work. We must mobilize all our forces, leave the city and fight the Mongol army to the death."

Guo Jing was completely confused. He had no idea what Zheng Zha, Neos, Xiao Honglu and the others were talking about.

However, after Zheng Zha spoke to him, his expression became serious.

"A fight to the death?"

He didn't know what the prototype of Shining Tiga was, but he knew that Zheng Zha and others' attitude was definitely not a trivial matter.

"Does it have to be this way?"

There is no need to ask what the chances of winning are.

As everyone knows, the military strength of Xiangyang is far inferior to that of Mongolia. If they give up the advantage of defending the city and engage in a head-on confrontation on the plain, the chance of victory will not be higher than 30%.

Zheng Zha said calmly, "Either we fight to the death, or we stay in the city and wait for death. The former has a 30% chance of repelling the Mongols, while the latter has less than a 10% chance of stopping the Mongol attack."

"Then let's fight the Mongols!"

Guo Jing was also a decisive person. After confirming the current situation from Zheng Zha's mouth, he immediately made a decision.

He turned to look at the panicked Lü Wende and said firmly, "General Lü, open the city gates, mobilize all the soldiers in Xiangyang, and deploy the Eight Diagrams!"

"Is this really necessary? Soldiers..."

Lu Wende was unwilling to obey the order. The Mongols were powerful and he could still survive by defending the city with the help of the geographical advantage. But if he left the city, it would be a real loss of life.

"Open the city gate!"

Guo Jing's voice was low, and his powerful aura enveloped the bodies of the officers and generals in Xiangyang. His unquestionable tone put them under great pressure.

It was as if facing a raging tsunami, and no one had the courage to say no. Lu Wende bit his tongue, but the bitterness and pain in his mouth could not make him stand up.

"Open, open the city gates! Abandon the left and right city walls, and mobilize all 200,000 troops..."

Lu Wende avoided his gaze and gave orders to the generals around him in a hurried tone.

The officers who received the order did not dare to stay in front of Guo Jing. They quickly left the city wall and conveyed the order to the troops deployed everywhere.

Seeing this, Zheng Zha also withdrew his gaze and said to Haotian, "Haotian, I'm going to leave it to you. Mr. Guo, Mr. Ouyang, and I will go to confront the general head-on. You will assist me from the rear and launch a sniper attack on the general. Let's fight those foreigners and let them know that the Central Plains will not allow them to trample on us."

"This burden is really heavy," Haotian laughed bitterly, his expression gradually becoming serious. "Well, since you trust me, I won't let you down. We've already held out for three days, there's no reason we can't hold out for four!"

"How can we not be able to take down one enemy with the combined strength of the three of us? No matter how powerful Wen Lie's defeated opponent is, there is a limit. He will never be stronger than the Wen Lie he was that day."

Ouyang Feng's eyes were sharp and his voice was as loud as the sound of metal.

He had long since given up the idea of ​​defeating Wen Lie, but as all of them had been defeated by Wen Lie, it was impossible for three of them to be defeated by one. "Three of them..."

A bitter expression emerged on Guo Jing's face, completely lacking the firmness he had when giving orders to Lu Wende and the others.

"Whether it's the number of masters or the number of soldiers, we are far inferior to the Mongols."

Guo Jing sighed deeply.

He didn't think they would lose in a four-on-one situation.

However, without these four people on the Xiangyang side, who would the Mongolian masters rely on to resist? Could the Mongolian masters just watch them intercept and kill their own strong men and do nothing?
Qi Tengyi hesitated for a moment and then said, "I plan to use some bad tactics, maybe I can stop the Mongolian army a little longer."

"Brother Qi, do you have any more cards?"

Guo Jing's eyes lit up and he asked in surprise and joy.

Qi Tengyi said vaguely, "These are some spells that desecrate the dead. Once used, they will easily undermine our morale."

Neos sneered and said sarcastically, "Who cares about whether it's a blow to morale or not? Even if morale is high, it can't make up for the gap in strength."

Qi Tengyi nodded silently and said, "I plan to use the corpses on the battlefield to summon skeletons. By then, I won't have the energy to separate the bodies of the Mongolian soldiers from the bodies of the Xiangyang soldiers."

"Take the body..."

Guo Jing was speechless, Huang Yaoshi frowned, Hong Qigong scratched his hair, Master Yideng silently recited the mantra of rebirth, and everyone was moved by the magic spell spoken by Qi Teng.

There is a saying that goes, "Death is the greatest thing." Grave robbing is a taboo, and desecrating corpses is even more intolerable.

Everyone disagreed with this approach, but Ouyang Feng ignored them and immediately said, "If you have this magic, why not use it sooner? Forget about the desecration of corpses... The country is almost destroyed and the family is ruined. If those corpses knew, they would be happy that they could play a role in defending the country in the afterlife."

Feeling the hostile and angry gazes coming towards him, Ouyang Feng immediately changed his words mid-sentence.

"Mr. Ouyang is right. What's the difference between the living and the dead? My master called himself the Living Dead because he saw no hope of resisting foreign invasion. If he couldn't keep the Mongol army at bay, the living would become the dead. The dead would want to fight like the living."

Wang Chuyi looked gloomy and sighed deeply. This Quanzhen disciple who had a deep hatred for Ouyang Feng spoke out in support of Ouyang Feng at this time.

Everyone couldn't help but cast strange glances at Wang Chuyi. Master Yideng chanted the Buddha's name, "Namo Amitabha! This is also one aspect of the Dharma Ending Age. Even the evil spirits in the underworld want to return to the human world. How cruel."

Master Yideng looked compassionate, but he made his position clear, supporting the decision of Wang Chuyi and even Ouyang Feng and Qi Tengyi.

Even this highly respected Buddhist master said this, and the others immediately put down their burdens and acquiesced to Qi Tengyi's use of the corpses of his own and enemy soldiers as puppets.

"Officers and soldiers of the Great Goryeo Dynasty, do you still remember the glory of the Goryeo Dynasty? Do you still remember the bloody and tearful history of the Goryeo Dynasty? Can you forget the great history of our Great Goryeo Dynasty that spans over 7,000 years?"

On the high platform, the general's aura became more and more majestic. Although he did not transform, he was like a glowing giant, with eyes wide open, asking questions to the soldiers of the Goryeo Dynasty in a loud voice.

"Remember! Remember! Remember!"

"Can't! Can't! Can't!"

The sound echoing in their ears also stirred up waves of shock in the hearts of the Goryeo soldiers. They raised their hands and shouted loudly.

Waves of sound surged, converging from all directions into one, and the high-pitched response revealed a fiery passion that made the dust on the ground tremble.

The momentum was like that of thousands of horses galloping, and the Mongolian soldiers who were watching the joke around stopped looking down on them.

Regardless of the national strength of the Goryeo Dynasty, this strange willpower and brainless belief, once used on the battlefield, can be described as terrifying.

The general looked at the soldiers below. The weight and conviction in his eyes made the soldiers slowly stop shouting and just look at the general with fiery eyes.

When the audience fell completely silent, the general continued, "Officers and soldiers of the Great Goryeo Dynasty, our armed forces are now fully prepared to handle any war! The time for our revenge has finally arrived! Today is the day for us to launch a counterattack against the Central Plains and reclaim our glory from them! I will lead you to defeat and conquer the Central Plains, and restore the great Goryeo Dynasty to its peak! Long live the great Goryeo Dynasty!"

"Long live the great Goryeo Dynasty! Long live the great Goryeo Dynasty! Long live the great Goryeo Dynasty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of thousands of Goryeo soldiers cheered again. They raised their hands and jumped up excitedly.

The jumping Goryeo soldiers were as happy as children, waving their arms as if welcoming the sun to their country.

"Brave soldiers of the Goryeo Dynasty, follow me to battle!"

The general took out the magic wand from his arms, drew a circle in the air in front of him, and raised it towards the sky with force.

The magic wand was turned on, and a dazzling light enveloped the general's body. A huge figure jumped out from the light, somersaulted in the sky, and landed outside the military camp.

The giant turned around and looked at the Goryeo soldiers with a pair of milky white eyes. His figure was radiating light and showed a strong sense of sacredness, as if a great god had descended to the earth.

That glance back made the Goryeo soldiers feel the solemnity of witnessing history.

"You came from Dandong, and I wore a white dress instead. I wanted to eat Cantonese food. Gently swaying in the sky, the wonderful things passing by turned into tears and I woke up crying. If you come for three winters, the love of my life will be frozen..."

At the same time, a ballad sounded.

No one knew where the song came from, and no one knew who was singing it. It was filled with extremely strong emotional power. The Mongolian soldiers just felt strange and there was nothing unusual about it, but the Goryeo soldiers felt as if the song had sung into their hearts.

Although the lyrics were very strange and the melody could not be considered a war song, it made every Goryeo soldier excited. Their love for the general surged from the bottom of their hearts. Even they themselves did not understand why. Tears of emotion flowed from their eyes and they could not stop them no matter what.

"Long live! Long live the general! Long live the Great Goryeo Dynasty!"

The Goryeo soldiers cried, jumped, waved their arms, and cheered loudly, venting their emotions completely and dedicating their heartfelt emotion and love to the general who transformed into Ultraman Tiga.

The light appeared!
Light invisible to the naked eye emerged from the hearts of the Goryeo soldiers, emanated from their bodies, gathered into rivers, and flowed towards the Giant of Light.

(End of this chapter)