All the gods began by cultivating the Iron Shirt technique.

"This tremor is bad! There are cavalry behind them, they are Mongol Tartars!" Huang Hui's voice suddenly came, and almost at the same time, Yang Pan and the others also felt the strong tremor.

"Mongol cavalry! Senior Brother Huang, are you sure? But they're just refugees!" Zhao Lei's voice was panicked as he looked incredulously at the refugees surging in from outside the county town.

Yang Pan's face was equally grim, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. Feeling the tremors from the city wall beneath him, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands. He knew that his senior brother Huang was right; the cavalry had indeed arrived.

As for how to determine if they were Mongols, the Mongols are currently invading, and the city's troops are all resisting on the front lines. Even if they are defeated, the rioting soldiers would definitely scatter and flee, and it is impossible for there to be any cavalry causing trouble in the city. In that case, they would still have to face the Mongol army.

While the Mongols' southward advances were generally characterized by massacres, they sometimes spared the inhabitants of cities. They would drive these civilians to the next city, using them as vanguards to attack, or to force the city's soldiers to surrender.

These refugees were probably driven here by the Mongols, and the Mongol cavalry are likely to arrive soon.

"Damn it, it looks like the city has been breached! Let's get back!" A near-screaming voice rang out, and Yang Pan could clearly hear the resentment in Senior Brother Huang's words. Even so, the other party jumped off the city wall without the slightest hesitation.

"No! The Mongol cavalry are not coming yet. We can still escape if we jump down now!" Shen, a martial arts disciple, roared from the remaining wall.

His face contorted in a grimace, and his eyes were bloodshot from the intense struggle he was going through.

"Junior Brother Shen, let's go back to the city. The Mongol cavalry are too fast for us to escape. If we go back to the city, we might be able to hold them off for a while," Shi Yingfeng advised in a deep voice.

As Yang Pan watched the approaching refugees, he felt a growing urge to join them.

Yes, while the Mongols haven't appeared yet, we can jump off the city wall now and escape along both sides. We might be able to escape to heaven, but returning to the county town would truly mean entering a cage.

Just as he hesitated, Senior Brother Shen had already jumped off the city wall. Everyone was shocked by this. Seeing Senior Brother Shen land and quickly run along the base of the wall to one side, Zhao Lei also prepared to jump off the city wall.

"Watch out!" Suddenly, Shi Yingfeng's angry roar came.

Yang Pan's gaze was still fixed on Senior Brother Shen's back when he saw Senior Brother Shen, who was running, suddenly stiffen. An arrow had somehow gotten stuck in Senior Brother Shen's forehead. The arrow was very powerful, and it carried Senior Brother Shen's body as it crashed into the city wall.

Boom boom boom!

A violent tremor came, and Yang Pan looked up to see a long black line at the end of his line of sight.

Whoosh! Thud!

Without hesitation, Yang Pan, Shi Yingfeng, and the other two turned around and jumped back into the county town. The moment they landed, they ran frantically towards the center of the town.

"Hahaha! My men, follow me! Let's take the county town ahead! We won't hold back our swords tonight!"

Outside the county town, a troop of Mongol cavalry roared excitedly. The thumping of their horses' hooves reflected their current mood, as if the county town with its closed gates was already theirs, and the people within were their cattle and sheep.

And that was indeed the case; before the Mongol cavalry even approached, a massive influx of refugees had already crowded the tightly closed city gates.

"Help! Help!"

"Open the gate! I need to enter the city! The Mongols are attacking! Open the gate!"

A cacophony of sounds, like the deafening roar of drums, echoed into the county town. Yet the city gates remained tightly shut, and not a single soldier could be seen. Only the city gates began to sway slightly as the refugees pushed and shoved them.

"Centurion, something's not right. Where are the Song soldiers?" a voice said from the cavalry.

The centurion pondered for a moment, then waved his hand.

"Whatever their schemes and tricks, a mere county town cannot withstand our iron hooves! Attack the city!"

As soon as the words were spoken, archers in the army drew their bows and nocked arrows, the arrows igniting with fire. With each arrow, the arrowhead struck the city gate with pinpoint accuracy. Simultaneously, soldiers carried ladders and began climbing the city walls.

However, no matter how the Mongol army attacked, the county town did not offer any resistance until the Mongol soldiers climbed into the town and opened the city gates.

"Hmph! That cowardly Song dog actually ran away ahead of time."

Only after the city gates were wide open did the cavalry centurion let out a cold snort. By then, he knew perfectly well that the county town was no longer defended, or rather, the guards or officials who were supposed to be guarding the gates had already fled.

"My comrades, the city gates are open! Follow me and charge in!"

"Oh! Kill them all! The money and the women are mine!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! The cavalry entered the city with a deafening roar, while the firelight inside the city still flickered.

......

Inside the county town, Yang Pan and his companions ran in silence. Now that the Mongols had attacked, the county town was absolutely no match for them. The only way to survive was to move into the county town, but once the Mongols invaded, the people inside would also be slaughtered.

"Senior Brother Huang, where are we going?" At this moment, only four people remained in the martial arts school, including Huang Hui, and Huang Hui, who was the strongest, had become the backbone of the group.

Huang Hui didn't answer; his mind was in turmoil. He had planned to leave tonight, but unexpectedly, he had run into the Mongols. If only he had known! If only he had known...

Suppressing his anger, Huang Hui said in a deep voice, "Run towards the back of the county town, we'll leave from there."

Behind the county town!

Yang Pan's heart skipped a beat. Tongjiang County was built against the mountains, with steep cliffs behind the county seat. If they could climb over the cliffs, the river would be just beyond. Should they escape by water?

But putting aside the possibility of escaping by water, just climbing over that steep cliff would be difficult enough; one wrong step and you'd fall to your death. It seemed there was no other way. Everyone fell silent, clearly knowing this was their only chance of survival.

However, just as everyone was stealthily moving about, trying their best to avoid the fighting in the city, they were still discovered.

"Quickly, someone come here! There are still some scum from the Qin family here!"

The group had just crossed a street when a member of the Green Mountain Gang spotted them. Seeing the guards' robes on Yang Pan and his companions, the Green Mountain Gang member's face lit up with excitement.

"Damn it, the Mongol Tartars have already attacked, and you're still fighting amongst yourselves!" Zhao Lei shouted angrily, wanting to tell the Mongols that they were attacking. However, upon hearing this, the Green Mountain Gang members showed no fear, instead still holding their knives and blocking in front of them.

"Go to hell!"

No sooner had Zhao Lei finished speaking than Huang Hui moved. With a lunge, he covered a distance of several meters in the blink of an eye, using the ground as leverage to propel himself even faster towards the Green Mountain Gang members.

"save......"

The Green Mountain Gang member only saw a dark shadow rushing towards him. Before his mind could even process it, he hurriedly uttered a single word before feeling a sharp pain in his chest, and then he was instantly thrown away.

Bang!

It wasn't until he heard the sound that Yang Pan saw the corpse of the Green Mountain Gang member smash against the wall, kicking up a cloud of dust, before collapsing to the ground like rotten flesh, motionless.

"Hurry up!" After dealing with the enemy, Huang Hui didn't linger. He just called out to Yang Pan and the others and continued running forward.

Before they could even react, Yang Pan and the others silently followed. As they passed the corpse, Yang Pan glanced at it and noticed a noticeable depression in the chest area.

Internal strength! I must cultivate internal strength! At this moment, Yang Pan's thirst for internal strength reached its peak.

......

Pfft!

The blade sliced ​​through the air, creating a chilling gust of wind, and unstoppably tore open the chest of the Qin family guard before him. Blood splattered, and the corpse collapsed to the ground.

"Hmph! You piece of trash, you dare to draw your sword against me!" Ma San sneered, flicking his long sword, and blood spurted out from the blade.

"Hehe, that's right. These guys have no idea that you, Boss, are also a master who has cultivated internal strength. Daring to rush over is simply courting death!" A member of the Green Mountain Gang said, flattering him.

"Did you hear what happened just now?" Ignoring his subordinates' flattery, Ma San turned to look at the city gate.

"I heard it, and I've already sent people to check it out, but with such a commotion, it's possible, it's possible..." Just as his subordinate was about to continue speaking, another member of the Green Mountain Gang ran over from a distance.

"Boss, this is bad! We've run into some tough guys. They've already killed several of our men!"

"People from the Qin family?"

"Yes, they are wearing the uniforms of the Qin family's guards."

"Useless! You can't even handle a few guards. Take me there!" With a cold snort, Ma San drew his knife and gestured for his gang members to take him there.