An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

"The Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue are hereby ordered to immediately mobilize an army of 100,000 men, ensuring that provisions and weaponry are provided without fail!"

"All officers and soldiers must obey the Marshal's orders; those who disobey will be executed!"

The emperor's decree quickly spread throughout the entire city of Lin'an.

One stone caused a thousand waves!

The entire city of Lin'an was in complete chaos!

"Have you heard? His Majesty has appointed a man named Lin Ye as Grand Marshal of the Army!"

"Who is Lin Ye? Never heard of him! Which duke's son?"

"No! I heard he's just a young man who's not even twenty years old!"

"What? A mere youth is appointed marshal? Has His Majesty gone mad? What about Lord Meng? Lord Meng is the foremost general in the fight against the Mongols!"

"Lord Meng will be the deputy commander!"

"To make Lord Meng a mere youth's deputy? This...this is outrageous!"

When the news reached the Imperial Guard camp in the capital, it caused a huge uproar.

Those generals, who were used to being arrogant, all bristled.

"Why should he? What right does some wild brat who appeared out of nowhere have to look down on us?"

"When I was fighting the Mongols on the border, he was still wearing open-crotch pants!"

"I refuse to accept this! I want to see just how capable this new marshal really is!"

"That's right! If he doesn't have the ability, he shouldn't expect us to listen to him!"

The entire military camp was filled with complaints and indignation.

When Meng Gong arrived at the military camp with the emperor's edict.

He was greeted by the questioning and resentful gazes of dozens of high-ranking generals.

"General Meng, we respect you as a veteran general and a pillar of the nation," stepped forward, speaking in a gruff voice, "but you can't just follow His Majesty's lead and act recklessly!"

"To appoint a mere greenhorn as our marshal—isn't that playing with the lives of our 100,000 soldiers?"

"Yes, Commander Meng! We're not convinced!"

"Please, Commander Meng, retract your order!"

The generals echoed his sentiments.

Meng Gong looked at them calmly.

He knew this would be the reaction.

He didn't explain, but simply said, "Marshal, it's right here on the drill ground. Go see for yourselves."

After saying that, he ignored everyone and walked straight toward the central command tent.

The generals looked at each other, and walked toward the drill ground with some doubt.

They wanted to see just how capable this so-called new marshal really was.

When they arrived at the drill ground.

Everyone was stunned.

In the center of the empty training ground, the legendary new marshal stood.

He was still dressed in black, with a tall and straight figure.

And standing beside him was that unbelievably beautiful fairy in white.

The two are... flying a kite.

A huge and exquisite phoenix kite dances in the air.

Little Dragon Girl held the spool of thread and laughed like a child.

Lin Ye stood beside her, looking at her gently and occasionally giving her some pointers.

The scene was warm and beautiful.

But to these menacing generals, it seemed incredibly jarring and absurd.

"What the hell?"

"We're in a panic here, and he still has the leisure to fly a kite?"

"This is our marshal? He looks like a playboy traveling around with women!"

"Let's go! Let's ask him! Does he even know what war is?"

The hottest-tempered old general could no longer hold back. He roared and strode towards Lin Ye.

The other generals followed suit.

They wanted to give this new marshal a hard time!

However, they hadn't taken more than a few steps.

A sudden change has occurred!

With a "snap," the kite string in Xiaolongnu's hand suddenly broke.

The giant phoenix kite, having lost its tether, spun a few times in the air before drifting away into the distance.

"Oh no! It's broken!" Little Dragon Girl exclaimed in surprise, her face full of disappointment.

That kite was just made for her by Brother Lin using magic.

Lin Ye smiled, reached out, and ruffled her hair.

"Don't worry, I'll go get it for you."

After saying that, to everyone's astonishment...

He actually... flew up.

Yes, it took flight.

It wasn't a leaping feat of light-footed skill, nor was it any kind of gliding.

Just like a bird, defying gravity, it rises straight and slowly into the sky.

He rose to a height of 100 meters and then chased after the kite that was flying further and further away.

He moved slowly and leisurely, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

The training ground fell into a deathly silence.

The dozens of generals who had just been clamoring to intimidate Lin Ye were now frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

They all looked up, mouths agape, eyes wide open, their expressions shifting from anger to shock to horror, and finally to utter fear and awe.

"Flying...it's flying..."

"He...he can actually fly..."

"This...this is a god...a real god..."

The hottest-tempered old general's legs buckled, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word. He just kept kowtowing to the figure in the sky.

"Thump! Thump!"

The other generals, as if infected, knelt down one after another.

At this moment, their resentment and discontent were completely crushed.

Are you kidding me?

To challenge a flying deity?

Are they tired of living?

Soon, Lin Ye caught up with the kite. He grabbed the kite string and leisurely flew back, slowly landing in front of Xiaolongnu.

He handed the kite string to Xiaolongnu as if he had only done a trivial thing.

Then, he turned his head and glanced at the generals kneeling on the ground with his indifferent eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"You...you guys, is there something you need?"

Lin Ye's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

But to those generals kneeling on the ground, these words were no less dreadful than a death warrant from the King of Hell.

"No...it's nothing! It's nothing!"

The old general, who had the worst temper, kowtowed repeatedly, his voice trembling.

"We...we've come...we've come to pay our respects to the Marshal!"

"Greetings, Marshal!"

The other generals also seemed to awaken from a dream, and they all kowtowed, their voices deafening.

How could they dare to show the slightest dissent now?

A person who can fly and disappear into the earth is completely beyond their comprehension.

Compared to such a figure, their so-called military achievements and seniority are simply a joke.

Let alone obeying orders, even if Lin Ye ordered them to eat shit, they probably wouldn't dare to hesitate for a second.

Lin Ye looked at the group of guys who were so aggressive one second but cowered like quails the next, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't be bothered to bother with these ants.

"Meng Gong," he called out.

"Your subject is here!"

Meng Gong had already walked out of the central command tent at some point, and he stood bowing to one side.

"When can we set off?" Lin Ye asked.

"Reporting to the Marshal, the 100,000-strong army has been assembled, and provisions and weapons are ready. We are ready to set off at any time!" Meng Gong replied respectfully.

He looked at his colleagues kneeling on the ground and chuckled to himself.

He knew it would turn out this way.

Reasoning with these arrogant and fierce soldiers is useless; only by using power they cannot comprehend can we make them completely submit.

"Then let's do it now," Lin Ye said succinctly.

"yes!"

Meng Gong immediately turned around and shouted sternly at the kneeling generals, "What are you all still kneeling for? Didn't you hear the marshal's order? Return to camp immediately, reorganize the troops, and the entire army will set off in a quarter of an hour!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The generals, as if granted a pardon, scrambled to their feet and ran back to their camps in a flash.

That speed was faster than a rabbit's.

Soon, the entire Imperial Guard camp was in complete chaos.

The shouts of the generals, the footsteps of the soldiers, and the neighing of the warhorses mingled together.

The preparations for the departure, which would normally take at least half a day to complete, were all finished in just fifteen minutes under the invisible pressure of Lin Ye, the "divine marshal".

One hundred thousand troops assembled in neat square formations on the drill ground, their swords and spears like a forest, their banners obscuring the sun, and an aura of grim determination rising to the sky.

Meng Gong led over a magnificent white steed, a horse of extraordinary valor, which was Emperor Zhao Yun's personal mount used during his military campaigns. It was named "Jade Lion Shining at Night."

"Marshal, please mount your horse," Meng Gong said respectfully.

Lin Ye glanced at the horse and frowned.

"Too slow."

These two words again.

Meng Gong's lips twitched slightly.

He already has psychological trauma.

Sure enough, the next second, Lin Ye once again picked up Xiaolongnu in front of the 100,000-strong army.

"You follow behind."

After saying that, he tapped his toes on the ground, and his whole body once again transformed into a black afterimage, shooting towards the northern sky.

That speed was several times faster than when they were on the official road.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the horizon.

The 100,000-strong army remained completely silent.

All the soldiers looked up, mouths agape, as their new marshal "flew" away in a way they couldn't comprehend.

"Is the... Marshal's mount... that fairy?" a new recruit murmured.

An old soldier next to him slapped him on the back of the head.

"Idiot! That's called flying on a sword! Only immortals have that ability!"

"Our marshal is a god descended from heaven to save our Great Song Dynasty!"

The veteran's face was filled with fervent worship.

Not only him, but almost all the soldiers, after witnessing this miracle, had their morale instantly ignited to its peak.

All the previous doubts and anxieties vanished.

Instead, there is unparalleled confidence and pride!

joke!

Our marshal is a god!

What the hell are we afraid of, those Mongols?

"All troops! Move out!"

Looking at the army with high morale, Meng Gong felt a surge of pride in his heart.

He mounted his horse, drew his sword from his waist, and pointed it forward.

"Target! Diaoyu Fortress!"

"kill!"

The army of 100,000 men erupted in deafening battle cries, sweeping northward like a black torrent of steel.

……

Diaoyu City.

The battle has entered a critical stage.

"boom!"

Another boulder weighing over a hundred pounds was launched into the air by the trebuchet, and then slammed heavily onto the city wall with a sharp whistling sound.

A huge gap was smashed into the sturdy city wall, and rubble flew everywhere.

Several Song soldiers who were fighting desperately at the breach were smashed into mincemeat before they could even scream.

"Block it up! Quickly! Block the breach!"

The defending general, Wang Jian, had bloodshot eyes. He brandished his long sword and roared at the top of his lungs.

His armor was stained with blood and brains, indistinguishable between those of his enemies and those of his own brothers.

He hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

Fierce battles were taking place in every corner of the city wall.

The Mongol soldiers charged forward like madmen, wave after wave, fearless of death.

Although the Song soldiers were brave, the huge disparity in numbers gradually made them feel overwhelmed.

Casualties are increasing rapidly.

"General! We can't hold on any longer! The west city wall is about to be breached!" A messenger covered in blood scrambled up to Wang Jian.

"We have to hold on, even if we can't!" Wang Jian kicked him away. "Tell Yu Jie! If he dares to let a Mongol in through the west gate, I'll chop off his head first!"

"Reinforcements! Where are our reinforcements?"

Wang Jian let out a desperate roar towards the southern sky.

Is the imperial court really going to abandon them?

Just then, the Mongol army below the city suddenly sounded the retreat.

The Mongol soldiers who were frantically attacking the city retreated like a tide.

Wang Jian was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

Why did the Mongols suddenly halt their offensive when it was in full swing?

He leaned against the city wall and looked down at the city below.

There seemed to be some commotion in the Mongol camp.

Countless soldiers gathered in one direction.

In that direction, a colossal command tent, crafted entirely of gold, stood out prominently.

That was Möngke's Khan's tent.

"What are they doing?" asked the adjutant beside Wang Jian, puzzled.

Wang Jian couldn't understand it either.

But a more ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Every unusual move by the Mongols foreshadowed an even more violent storm that was about to break.

Meanwhile, inside Möngke's golden tent...

The atmosphere was extremely heavy.

Möngke sat on the tiger-skin throne, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

Below him knelt a tall lama with a sorrowful face.

It was Darba, a disciple of the National Preceptor, the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

He had just fled from Zhongnan Mountain, enduring countless hardships to finally arrive here.

He reported everything that had happened on Zhongnan Mountain to Möngke.

When Mongke heard that his mentor, the Golden Wheel Monk, had been cut to pieces by a southerner named Lin Ye, along with his weapon, with a single sword strike, he was deeply moved.

The terrifying killing intent emanating from him almost froze the entire golden tent.

"Lin... Ye..."

Mongke squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth.

He wanted to carve this name into his very bones.

He wanted to kill this southerner in the most cruel way to avenge his mentor!

"Damn it!"

Just then, a centurion in charge of lookout rushed in, looking flustered.

"Report! Great Khan! Two people have appeared on the walls of Diaoyu City!"

"Two people?" Mongke frowned. "What's the big deal?"

"No...no, Great Khan!" The centurion stammered in terror, "Those two people...they flew up!"

"What did you say?"

Mongke suddenly stood up, his sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on the centurion who had come to report.

"Did it fly up?"

"Yes...yes, Great Khan!" The centurion trembled with fear at Möngke's imposing presence, but still affirmed, "I saw it with my own eyes! It was just a man and a woman, and they...they didn't use anything at all; they just flew directly from outside the city to the city wall!"

The golden tent fell silent instantly.

Those Mongol princes and generals who had been so menacing just moments before now looked at each other in disbelief and absurdity.

fly?

How can a person fly?

Has this soldier gone mad from fighting and is hallucinating?

"Nonsense!" A commander of ten thousand stepped forward and angrily rebuked the commander of a thousand, "I think you've been terrified by the Southerners' arrows! How dare you spread such nonsense and disrupt the morale of the army! Men, drag him out and behead him!"

"Great Khan, spare me! Great Khan, spare me! Everything I said is true, not a single lie!" The centurion was so frightened that he wet himself and kowtowed desperately.

Mongke did not speak; he simply turned his gaze to Darba, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Dalba, your master's enemy, Lin Ye, can he... fly?"

Upon hearing the name "Lin Ye," Darba's body trembled uncontrollably, his pupils filled with lingering fear.

He recalled the scene on Zhongnan Mountain where Lin Ye waved his hand, turning dozens of martial arts masters into a bloody mist.

He recalled the scene of Lin Ye slicing the six Quanzhen disciples in half at the waist with a single sword strike.

That kind of power is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Reporting to...Reporting to the Great Khan..." Darba's voice trembled, "Disciple...Disciple has never seen him fly with his own eyes...But...But he...He can do anything! He is not human! He is a devil!"

Möngke's brow furrowed even deeper.

One soldier said it might be a hallucination.

If even the Imperial Preceptor's personal disciple is saying this, then it's probably not just a rumor.

"Pass on my order!" Möngke said in a deep voice, "I want to see for myself what kind of monsters and demons are on those city walls!"

He saw the Song soldiers on the city wall, who were ready for battle but looked exhausted.

Then, his gaze fell on the highest point in the center of the city wall.

There were indeed two people standing there.

One male and one female.

The man, dressed in all black, stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

The woman, dressed in a white dress, nestled beside the man, looking like a fairy.

The wind was strong at the mountaintop, making their clothes flutter loudly.

They stood there quietly, seemingly out of place among the tense and vigilant Song soldiers around them.

It was as if they weren't on a brutal battlefield, but rather enjoying the scenery in their own backyard.

Mongke's heart sank.

Because he discovered that there were no stairs or ropes around where the two people were standing.

They really appeared out of thin air!

"Bring Darba up here!" Mongke's voice became somewhat hoarse.

Darba was quickly carried over by two soldiers.

"Look!" "Isn't that man in black on the city wall Lin Ye, the one who killed your master?"

Darba looked towards the city wall.

I only glanced at it.

"ah--!!!"

Darba let out a piercing scream, as if he had been stung by a scorpion.

He collapsed, his crotch quickly becoming soaked, making a "hoarse" sound as he stared wide-eyed as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"It's him! It's him! That devil! He's here! He's come to claim our lives!"

Darba screamed as he crawled backward on his hands and feet, trying to escape the place.

That fear, emanating from the depths of one's soul, is something no one can fake.

At this, all the Mongol generals around changed their expressions.

They finally believed that what the soldier and Darba had said was true.

The man on the city wall is the same ruthless villain who slaughtered everyone in Zhongnan Mountain and killed the Imperial Advisor!

And he really can fly!

A chill ran from the soles of each Mongol general's feet straight up to the top of his head.

Although they were fearless, what they were not afraid of was swords and death.

But they are afraid of ghosts and gods!

In the minds of these grassland men, a person who can fly is either a god sent down from the Eternal Heaven or a demon crawled out of hell!

Is this kind of being something that ordinary people like them can fight against?

At this moment, the morale of the troops began to waver.

Möngke's expression also turned extremely ugly.

He stared intently at the black figure on the city wall, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and a hint of... fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.

He was a great ruler, the grandson of Genghis Khan.

He never believed in ghosts or gods.

In his view, the so-called "flying" was nothing more than a peculiar martial art of the Southerners that he did not yet understand.

However, this kind of martial arts has exceeded his understanding of "human beings".

He admitted that Lin Ye was very strong.

That's ridiculously strong.

But so what?

No matter how strong he is, he's still just one person!

He, Möngke, commanded 300,000 invincible cavalry! And he had trebuchets capable of destroying cities and capturing strongholds!

He refused to believe that he alone could stop his army, which was capable of conquering the world!

"What's the panic!"

Mongke suddenly roared, his voice like a thunderclap, instantly silencing the surrounding commotion.

"It's just one person! What's there to be afraid of!"

"He killed the Imperial Advisor, perfect! Saves us the trouble of looking for him!"

"Today, right here, in front of my 300,000-strong army, I will tear him to pieces and avenge the Imperial Preceptor!"

Möngke's voice, filled with unquestionable authority and powerful confidence, instantly steadied the wavering morale of the troops.

Yes!

We have an army of 300,000!

He was all alone!

What are we afraid of?

"The Great Khan is wise!"

"Kill him! Avenge the Imperial Advisor!"

"Chop him into mincemeat!"

The Mongol generals were once again incited, their eyes turning bloodshot as they let out bloodthirsty howls.

Mongke nodded in satisfaction.

He needs to observe this enemy carefully.

However, at that moment, he saw a scene that made his eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

On the city wall, the man named Lin Ye was actually...

He actually grabbed the woman in white and jumped off the hundred-meter-high city wall!

What is he going to do?

Suicide?

Do not!

He did not fall to the ground.

He was like a weightless feather, carrying someone, floating lightly and slowly, landing on the open ground outside the city.

They landed between the Song army and the Mongol army in that no-man's-land, littered with corpses and blood.