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

He put the woman down, and then, all alone, without a sword, he walked step by step toward the Mongol army's formation.

Mongke's mind went completely blank.

He couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't understand it at all.

What is this person up to?

How dare he?

How dare he walk alone towards his army of 300,000?

What gives him the right?

The walls of Diaoyu City were also shrouded in a deathly silence.

Wang Jian and all the Song soldiers were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the black figure below the city.

Their commander-in-chief... just jumped down like that?

And he was accompanied by that fairy-like marshal's wife?

What is he going to do?

Should we go and negotiate with the Mongols?

Or... should I go and die?

Wang Jian's heart was pounding in his throat.

Although he had witnessed Lin Yefei's miraculous ascent to the city wall, reason told him that one person facing an army of 300,000 was absolutely doomed.

"Marshal! Marshal, you mustn't!"

Wang Jian lay on the city wall, shouting at the top of his lungs.

But he knew it was no use.

Lin Ye had already walked far away and couldn't possibly hear him.

It’s over.

The savior that the imperial court had finally sent, the only "immortal" who could fly, was just thrown away for nothing?

Wang Jian's heart was filled with despair.

The soldiers around him also looked ashen-faced.

Their newly ignited hope was extinguished in that instant.

"General, what... what do we do now?" a lieutenant asked in a trembling voice.

Wang Jian gave a bitter laugh.

"What else can we do?"

"Prepare for... a fight to the death."

He drew the long sword from his waist, his eyes filled with tragic determination.

Since the marshal is leading the charge, what do his subordinates have to be afraid of?

So what if I die?

Eighteen years later, he'll be a hero again!

"Beat the drums!!"

Wang Jian mustered all his strength and let out a final roar.

"Avenge the Marshal!!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The mournful sound of war drums resounded over Diaoyu City.

All the Song soldiers on the city wall raised their weapons. In their eyes, there was no longer any fear, only the determination to perish together with the enemy!

……

outside the city.

Lin Ye held Xiaolongnu's hand and walked slowly, step by step.

He completely ignored the mournful drumbeats from the city wall and the Mongol army formation ahead, which resembled a black steel forest.

His face was expressionless.

It was as if he wasn't heading to a battlefield of 300,000 people, but rather to his own vegetable garden, ready to pick a few radishes.

"Brother Lin, there are so many of them!"

Looking at the vast, dark Mongol army stretching as far as the eye could see, Xiaolongnu couldn't help but whisper.

Although she didn't understand warfare, she could still tell how terrifying that chilling atmosphere was.

"Yes, there are quite a lot." Lin Ye nodded, his tone flat. "Like ants."

Little Dragon Girl burst out laughing.

She found Lin Gege's analogy very interesting.

Her smile, like a hundred flowers blooming, seemed to brighten up this battlefield filled with death and bloodshed.

Lin Ye looked at her smiling face and smiled too.

"Stay here and wait for me."

He released Xiaolongnu's hand, reached out, and rubbed her head.

Then, he continued walking forward alone.

A hundred paces ahead of him lay the front lines of the Mongol army.

Möngke and all the Mongol generals stared intently at the approaching black figure through their telescopes.

Even now, they still can't understand what this person is trying to do.

"Great Khan, he... he doesn't seem to be carrying any weapons," a general whispered.

"Hmph, arrogant!" Mongke sneered. "Whatever he wants to do, since he's come here to die, let him have his way!"

"Pass on my orders!"

Möngke lowered his telescope, his eyes turning incredibly ferocious.

"Get the archers in the vanguard ready!"

"Once he's within a hundred paces, unleash a hail of arrows and turn him into a pincushion!"

"yes!"

The order was quickly relayed.

At the forefront of the Mongol army, tens of thousands of archers simultaneously raised their longbows.

They nocked sharp wolf-tooth arrows and drew their bows taut like the moon.

The dense array of arrows, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, were all aimed at the approaching man.

With a single command, these tens of thousands of arrows would instantly cover everything within a hundred paces.

Even a god could not survive such a saturation attack.

Lin Ye's steps did not falter in the slightest.

He quickly entered the range of the Mongol archers.

Two hundred steps.

One hundred and fifty steps.

One hundred steps!

"Release the arrows!!"

The messenger beside Möngke used all his strength to wave the command flag in his hand.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Tens of thousands of arrows were released from the bowstring at the same time.

They converged into a dark cloud of arrows, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, blotting out the sun as they poured down towards Lin Ye's location!

That scene was enough to make any battle-hardened warrior's scalp tingle and his heart tremble!

On the city wall, Wang Jian and all the Song soldiers instinctively closed their eyes.

They couldn't bear to see their divine marshal shot into a bloody pulp.

However, just as that rain of deadly arrows was about to fall...

Lin Ye finally stopped.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the dark clouds that covered the entire sky.

His eyes remained indifferent.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand.

He extended one finger.

index finger.

He pointed that finger towards the sky and gently lifted it upwards.

No sound.

There was no light.

There were no extraordinary or earth-shattering phenomena.

But, the next second.

A scene that made the whole world stand still appeared.

The tens of thousands of arrows that were whistling down all stopped three feet above Lin Ye's head.

They just stood there, frozen in mid-air.

It was as if time itself had been paused at that moment.

Tens of thousands of arrows, densely packed, floated in the air, forming a canopy of steel and feathers.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the arrows, casting dappled shadows.

The scene was eerie, yet filled with breathtaking beauty.

"This...this...this..."

On the city wall, the first Song soldier to open his eyes saw this scene. He pointed down at the city, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Wang Jian heard his voice and opened his eyes in confusion.

Then he saw the scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

His mind was blank.

He felt like he wasn't fighting a war, but watching a mythological drama.

Below the city, the Mongol army was shrouded in a deathly silence.

Möngke and all his generals were frozen in place, holding their telescopes, completely motionless.

Their pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Their mouths were so wide open they could fit an egg inside.

There was only one thought in their minds.

"What is that?"

Lin Ye slowly lowered his hand.

Then, he gently blew a breath towards the sky.

call--

A gentle breeze swept by.

The tens of thousands of arrows suspended in the air were like dandelions scattered by the wind.

They changed direction.

It's ten times, a hundred times faster than when it came!

They flew back towards their owner!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh were dense and continuous.

At the forefront of the Mongol army, tens of thousands of archers didn't even have time to react.

He was pierced through the body by the arrow he himself had shot.

Some were shot through the throat, some through the heart, and some through the head.

The screams lasted only a moment before abruptly ceasing.

Tens of thousands of elite Mongol archers were all killed in a single second.

They didn't even know how they died until they died.

Blood gushed from their bodies like a fountain, instantly staining the grassland beneath their feet red.

Lin Ye remained standing there.

His black clothes were spotless.

He simply raised a finger and blew a breath.

They massacred tens of thousands of enemy soldiers.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the Mongol army ahead, which was completely dumbfounded.

They seemed to feel that killing like this was too slow.

So, he slowly raised his right hand.

He brought his five fingers together, forming a hand knife.

Looking ahead, there was a vast, dark Mongol army formation stretching as far as the eye could see.

Gently, with a flick of the wrist.

A black line, as black as ink, yet condensed to the extreme.

It extended out from his palm.

That black line looked very thin and inconspicuous.

It swept across the land silently.

It swept past the Mongol soldiers who were still in shock and disbelief.

It swept past their bodies, their warhorses, their banners, their chariots...

Then, it disappeared at the edge of the horizon.

Nothing happened.

The world remains quiet.

Wang Jian on the city wall and Möngke in the Mongol army both watched this scene with puzzlement.

I don't understand what Lin Ye was doing just now.

However, the next second.

"Splash—"

A series of resounding, chillingly synchronized sounds rang out.

There it was, in front of Lin Ye.

The dark, imposing Mongol army started from the very front.

The tens of thousands of soldiers in the first rank, along with their warhorses, were suddenly and neatly split in two at the waist.

The upper and lower body are misaligned and slipped.

Blood and internal organs gushed out like a flood bursting its banks.

Next up is the second row.

Third row.

Fourth row.

……

That black line of death, with an unstoppable force, spread deep into the heart of the Mongol army.

Whether it's people, horses, chariots, or siege equipment...

Everything that was swept by that black line was neatly and simultaneously split in two!

The cut is as smooth as a mirror!

100,000!

A full 100,000 Mongol troops!

In that brief instant, they were all... cut in half at the waist by Lin Ye's seemingly casual hand chop!

The scene was beyond description.

That was not war.

That was... a one-sided massacre of mortals by gods!

An army of 100,000 was cut in half with a single blow.

What a terrifying and unbelievable scene this is.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie, suffocating silence.

The wind stopped.

The sound disappeared.

Time seemed to stand still.

Whether it was the Song soldiers on the city wall or the surviving Mongols, everyone who witnessed this scene felt their minds go blank.

Their minds were no longer able to process the scene before them, which was beyond their comprehension.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

After an unknown amount of time, a scream that was not human and filled with extreme terror shattered the deathly silence.

One surviving Mongol soldier suffered a complete mental breakdown.

He threw down his weapon, buried his head in his hands, knelt on the ground, and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

His scream was like a switch.

Instantly, this ignited panic throughout the entire Mongol army.

"A devil! It's a devil!!"

"Eternal Heaven! What have we just seen?!"

"Run! Run faster!"

The surviving 200,000 Mongol troops were thrown into complete chaos.

They had lost their previous ferocity and bloodlust; only primal fear remained on their faces.

They are no longer the wolves that conquer the world, but a flock of sheep terrified by their natural enemies.

They threw down their weapons, turned their horses around, and fled in all directions.

Military orders and formations were all meaningless at that moment.

All they wanted was to escape this place, to escape that devil in black!

The army collapsed like a house of cards!

The rout of an army of 200,000 was a scene of utter chaos and terror.

Countless soldiers trampled each other during their escape, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries.

Cries and screams echoed across the entire grassland.

Mongke was still standing on the high platform in front of the battle.

He didn't run away.

It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but that he was so scared that he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

The telescope in his hand had already fallen to the ground.

His mouth remained open.

His eyes were fixed on the red ocean of blood and corpses in front of him.

The scene from just now kept replaying in his mind.

That black line.

Those 100,000 soldiers who were cut in half at the waist.

He couldn't figure it out.

He used all the wisdom and knowledge he had accumulated in his life, but he still couldn't figure out what it was.

That's not martial arts.

That's not sorcery.

That was... divine punishment!

It was the Eternal Heaven's divine punishment upon him, the conqueror!

"No...it's impossible...this can't be..."

Mongke muttered to himself, and his body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

As the Great Khan of the Mongol Empire and the grandson of Genghis Khan, he never feared anything.

But today, he was afraid.

He felt that his proud army of 300,000 men and his ambition to conquer the world were nothing but a huge joke in front of that man.

Just then, an indifferent voice, as if piercing through the distance of space, rang directly in his ear.

"You're their leader?"

Mongke froze, then abruptly raised his head.

Suddenly, the black-clad devil appeared before him.

They were no more than ten steps apart.

When did he arrive?

Mongke was completely unaware.

Looking at Lin Ye's handsome yet cold face, and those emotionless eyes, he felt his soul tremble.

"What...what exactly are you?" Mongko's voice was hoarse and dry, filled with fear.

"I'm here to kill you," Lin Ye said calmly.

He reached out and made a grabbing motion towards Mongke.

An invisible force instantly seized Mongke's body.

Mongge felt as if he had been grabbed by an invisible hand. His body was uncontrollably lifted off the platform and then slowly landed in front of Lin Ye.

His personal guards and generals were terrified at the sight, but none of them dared to step forward.

"What...what do you want to do?" Mongko collapsed to the ground, looking up at Lin Ye, his voice filled with despair.

"I originally wanted to just kill you." Lin Ye looked down at him as if he were looking at a pitiful insect.

"But my dragon says that killing is wrong."

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lin Ye's lips.

So, I won't kill you.

"I'll let you live."

"I want you to witness firsthand how your Great Mongol Empire will crumble and turn to dust."

"I'll let you watch with your own eyes how your proud iron cavalry is slaughtered in one nightmare after another."

"To drive you slowly insane in endless fear and despair."

Lin Ye's voice was very soft and gentle, like the whisper of a devil.

But every word was like a poisoned dagger, piercing Möngke's heart.

not kill him?

Let him live and watch all this?

This is a thousand times more cruel than killing him outright!

"No...no! Kill me! Kill me!"

Mongke broke down; he roared at Lin Ye like a madman.

He would rather die than endure that kind of torture!

Lin Ye ignored him.

He turned around and walked back towards the direction where Xiaolongnu was.

It was as if he had just stepped on an ant.

"You devil! You devil!!"

Looking at Lin Ye's retreating figure, Mongke uttered a desperate curse.

At that moment, his spirit completely collapsed.

He suddenly scrambled to his feet, drew the golden scimitar from his waist, and charged not at Lin Ye, but at the terrified guards around him.

"Kill! Kill all of you trash!!"

"It's all your fault! You're all the ones who ruined me!!"

He was like a madman, brandishing his scimitar and hacking and slashing at his own men.

The guards and generals were so frightened by this sudden turn of events that they scattered and fled.

The man has gone mad.

He was driven mad by that devilish Southerner with just a few words.

……

On the city wall of Diaoyu City.

Wang Jian and all the Song soldiers remained petrified.

Their brains are still in a state of shutdown.

What just happened had a huge impact on them.

With a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of archers vanished into thin air.

With another wave of his hand, 100,000 iron cavalrymen were cut in half at the waist.

Then, that demon-like man strolled leisurely up to the Mongol Khan, said a few words, and the Mongol Khan went mad, starting to kill his own people.

The 200,000-strong defeated Mongol army had vanished without a trace, leaving only a scene of devastation on the grasslands.

Won?

Just like that... they won?

They held out for months, sacrificing countless brothers' lives, but could not budge the Mongol army in the slightest.

They were defeated by their new marshal in just a couple of moves?

"Am I...am I dreaming?" A soldier pinched himself hard.

The intense pain convinced him that this was not a dream.

"We won...we won!!"

I don't know who was the first to shout it out.

Instantly, the entire city wall erupted in a thunderous cheer!

"We won!!"

"Long live the Marshal!!"

"Long live the Great Song Dynasty!!"

All the soldiers threw down their weapons, embraced each other, and cried and laughed like a bunch of madmen.

It was the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe, the release of emotions that had been suppressed for too long.

Wang Jian also cried.

This tough man, who never sheds tears, was now in tears.

He looked down at the figure in black below the city, who had already returned to the fairy's side, taking her hand again as if nothing had happened.

He knelt down with a thud.

He kowtowed three times, heavily, in that direction.

He wasn't paying homage to the marshal.

He was worshipping a god!

We worship the true God who saved Diaoyu City and all their lives!

Behind him, all the Song soldiers on the city wall knelt down in unison.

Their faces were filled with fervent worship and awe.

From this moment on, the name Lin Ye no longer referred to just one person in their hearts.

But it is a living, breathing deity!

When news of the great victory at Diaoyu City reached Lin'an at the fastest speed possible.

The entire Song Dynasty court believed they had received a fake military report.

"What?!"

Inside the Daqing Hall, Emperor Lizong of Song, Zhao Yun, stared at the battle report in his hand, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Has the siege of Diaoyu Fortress been lifted?

"Marshal Lin Ye, on the battlefield, slew 100,000 enemies, terrified Möngke Khan, and caused 200,000 Mongol troops to flee at the mere sight of him?"

Zhao Yun spoke each word with great difficulty, his voice trembling.

He felt as if he were reading a myth rather than a battle report.

His Highness's civil and military officials were all dumbfounded, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"This...this can't be, right?"

"Slayed 100,000 enemies? And scared Möngke into madness? Is this something a human could do?"

"General Wang Jian must have exaggerated to claim credit! Yes! That must be it!"

"Exaggeration? How is that exaggerated? Even if you cut a zero off 100,000, making it 10,000, it would still be an unprecedented victory!"

"But...this process is too outrageous! What?! A mere wave of the hand and an army of 100,000 is gone? This is more fantastical than anything a storyteller could make up!"

The ministers were in an uproar, and no one dared to believe it.

Prime Minister Shi Songzhi was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

He snatched another detailed report written by the military censor from the messenger and began to read it quickly.

When he saw the report, which described in detail how Lin Ye "pierced through a rain of arrows with a single finger and slashed ten thousand with a single blade," he was deeply moved.

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

When he saw the scene where Mongke was terrified by Lin Ye's words and killed his own guards on the spot.

Shi Songzhi's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Clatter".

The battle report slipped from his trembling hands and fell to the ground.

"Prime Minister Shi? Prime Minister Shi, what's wrong?" The official next to him quickly helped him up.

Shi Songzhi did not answer.

He just stared blankly at the entrance of the main hall, muttering to himself.

"God... He really is God..."

"Meng Gong didn't lie to us... He really... summoned back a god..."

Shi Songzhi's loss of composure made everyone realize that something was wrong.

They knew that Shi Songzhi was the least believer in ghosts and gods.

For him to say something like that, what's written in that battle report is probably... all true.

The moment this possibility was considered, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The image of the young man in black sitting on the dragon throne a few days ago flashed through everyone's minds.