Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 234 Turning enemies into enemies
In front of the two armies, the wind was whistling. Wanyan Kang looked coldly at the severed finger that Guo Jing had cut off, and then he suddenly laughed out loud.

"Guo Jing! Guo Jing! What's the difference between you and me?"

Wanyan Kang has always been a little jealous of Guo Jing. They have similar circumstances, but in the eyes of others, he is greedy for fame and fortune, while Guo Jing is honest and simple.

Everything in the dream passed before Wanyan Kang's eyes like real shadows.

With his current spiritual perception, he could instinctively sense that everything in the dream was not false, but a possible reality.

He could even somehow achieve a collision and convergence of wills with Wanyan Kang from a different parallel time and space at a certain moment.

It can be said that Wanyan Kang now bears not only the evil and burden of a lifetime, but also the unwillingness and resentment that echo in his heart and can break through the dam in his soul at any time.

Such a strange thing was something that even Qiu Chuji had never experienced, let alone imagined.

However, this impact, along with the connection between the Taoist heart and the devil, was partially fed back to Qiu Chuji, letting Qiu Chuji know that Wanyan Kang was on the verge of being completely possessed by the devil at any time.

"Hahaha... look at you now, you are leading the Mongolian army to attack Zhongdu, what will you do next? Will you be willing to be the vanguard, act as the pioneer, first conquer the Central Plains, and then massacre the south of the Yangtze River? Conquer a vast territory for your Mongolian father-in-law? You are much more capable than me!" Wanyan Kang's words were like sharp arrows shooting at Guo Jing.

Tore shouted from behind Guo Jing, "Guo Jing, don't listen to his nonsense. You and I are brothers, and he... is our mortal enemy!"

Guo Jing remained silent. Although the Mongols had never set foot in the south of the Yangtze River, this was not the Mongolian grassland. Moreover, the Mongols' ambitions were obvious. Guo Jing was not blind or deaf, so how could he not feel it?

Huang Rong's warning was still fresh in Guo Jing's mind, but Guo Jing was so blinded by hatred that he put it out of his mind.

He is not as determined and selfless as he thinks he is.

Even in the original trajectory, although Guo Jing had never marched into the Central Plains with the Mongolian army, he was one of the main generals in the Western Expedition to Khwarezm. Wasn't this considered an invasion? Wasn't it a kind of killing and disaster created by one's own hands?
Of course, whether Guo Jing is there or not, what is going to happen will happen, and the strength of a nation and a country, most of the time, is built on the corpses of others. There is nothing to say about this.

But compared with Guo Jing's personality, it is inevitable that people feel ironic.

Wanyan Kang, who was greedy for fame and wealth and regarded the enemy as his father, only fought minor battles in the martial arts world, and only a few people died because of him. Guo Jing, a heroic and righteous man, was an executioner who destroyed the country and the race. Whether on the battlefield or not, the number of innocent people who died because of him was probably countless.

If we talk about people other than the Han people, they are all foreigners, not of our race, and their hearts must be different. However, he marched westward from the standpoint of the Mongols, and this identity recognition is untenable.

If we look at everything from the Mongols' perspective, the killing and conquest were bloody and unreasonable.

It can be said that if Guo Jing had not defended Xiangyang for decades, his title of "the greatest chivalrous man" would not have stood the test of time.

"Yang Kang! There is no point in talking any more. If you have the courage, come out and fight me. Let's fight to the death." Guo Jing challenged Wanyan Kang to a duel in front of the battlefield.

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Kang sneered and retreated back to the army formation. With a wave of his finger, a large number of arrows shot at the Mongolian army. Some of the arrows were wrapped in thin pieces of cloth mixed with croton and crushed beans and grass.

Once this smell hits you, even a well-trained warhorse will be unable to help but lower its head.

The two armies were about one or two hundred steps apart, and not many arrows flew into the Mongolian army's formation. However, the pervasive fragrance made the Mongolian army's horses snort and lower their heads frequently.

Looking at the front of the formation filled with arrows carrying "burdens", it seems that it is not cost-effective to ride forward and crush the enemy formation.

As for sending infantry to clear the front line, there is no point in that.

The Mongols were strong in archery and horsemanship. If they gave up this advantage and fought on foot against the Jin soldiers, they would surely be at a disadvantage.

After all, the Jin soldiers' equipment still has certain advantages.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Ogedei, the real commander of the Mongolian attack on Zhongdu, gave orders from the rear.

The army changed direction and split into two groups, beginning to encircle the Jin army led by Wanyan Kang. The cavalry still led the way, and after charging and killing, they rode backwards, killing as they went.

The Mongols were as comfortable on horseback as on flat ground, so they could make many fighting postures on horseback that ordinary people could only make on flat ground. Horses carried people on their backs, which gave them extremely high mobility and no shortage of fighting methods. They could provoke in close combat or use bows and snipers at a distance. This showed how difficult the Mongolian army was.

Therefore, the Mongols were never afraid of a clash between two armies in the vast wilderness, but were disliked sieges.

The siege of Zhongdu was not only to surround the point and attack the reinforcements, but also because attacking the city was not in their favor and they did not want to consume too much manpower in such a siege.

The Jin army formed a battle formation on the spot, but two teams of lightly armored cavalry rushed out from the battle formation against the current.

These knights were dragging a large bag behind them, and then they quickly rushed into the Mongolian cavalry formation. They did not engage in a fierce attack, but simply circled around them while being chased and blocked.

It's like drawing a big circle around the battlefield to enclose everyone.

Even though the blades were cutting on their bodies, neither the humans nor the horses showed any signs of pain. Instead, they became more excited and galloped away on their horses as if they were committing suicide.

Their eyes glowed red, and the demonic energy that invaded their minds made them fearless of death, while also unleashing all of their life potential in this short period of time.

Soon, the role of these death-defying cavalrymen became apparent. A large number of sharp triangles slipped out of the bags they were dragging behind them, and these things fell among the cavalry, causing great damage to the horses' hooves. Even though the horses' hooves were wearing horseshoes, the impact still caused many horses to wail and fall to the ground.

As some horses fell and crushed the knights, more horses were unable to control their strength due to running so fast and collided with each other.

Soon, wailing, cursing, and scolding were heard one after another on the battlefield.

The iron triangle is not the conventional means of dealing with cavalry such as tripwires, ditches, iron nails, and wooden spikes.

Most of the latter can only be used for one or two rounds and lack the restraining force for a longer period of time, but the triangle iron has extremely strong stability, will not be easily deformed, and basically will not pierce into the body of the warhorse and be taken away together. They have always existed in the mud, sand and gravel, always hurting the feet, limiting the warhorse's galloping speed. The faster the run, the easier it is to be hit, because the speed of the warhorse is to increase the force of running, and the stronger the force, when one foot steps on the triangle iron, the sharp recoil force is unbearable for the horse's hooves.

Once the speed of the Mongolian cavalry slowed down, their advantage over the Jin soldiers disappeared.

If there's anything wrong with the triangle tactic, it's that it's a waste of money.

It was only after Wanyan Kang took out the priceless treasure that he had the confidence to use this "coin-throwing" tactic.

After restraining the Mongolian cavalry, the Jin soldiers, like a giant turtle formation, began to charge at the Mongolian cavalry.

The battlefield was soon stained red with blood, and a large number of Mongolian soldiers died.

The Jin soldiers, who had seemed a little timid under the iron hoofs of the Mongolian soldiers, burst out with a strong fighting will under the leadership of Wanyan Kang, and were all fearless of death.

The evil spirit that had long been planted in the hearts of these Jin soldiers not only obscured most of their pain, but also blocked their fear.

As a result of the increase and decrease, the defeat of the Mongolian army came earlier than expected.

In the chaos, Guo Jing stepped on the wailing horses and human heads and rushed towards Wanyan Kang. A brilliant sword sound erupted on the battlefield.

Guo Jing was like a broadsword, falling from the sky to kill Wanyan Kang.

Wanyan Kang did not draw his sword, but instead struck out with a palm.

Guo Jing was pushed away by the huge force of this palm.

"How is this possible!" Guo Jing flipped twice in the air and landed with his feet on the triangle iron. The pain in the soles of his feet made him sweat coldly. What made him even more uneasy and puzzled was the extraordinary strength displayed by Wanyan Kang.

Originally, their strength should be on par with each other. If Wanyan Kang did not use the sword power, he was confident that he could win the battle.

On the battlefield, he expected that Wanyan Kang would not be able to use the kind of sword attack that did not distinguish between friend and foe.

But at this moment, he was knocked over by Wanyan Kang's palm. What made Guo Jing even more frightened was that he had tried his best, but Wanyan Kang seemed to have just slapped him casually.

"Guo Jing, leave the battlefield and take Huang Rong back to Peach Blossom Island. I will pretend that you have never been here." Wanyan Kang said to Guo Jing.

Wanyan Kang's words were not false.

He really thought so, it was both a severance of past friendship and a way of "fulfilling a wish".

In past and present lives, he owed Guo Jing many things, and now he wanted Guo Jing to owe him.

It's easy to kill someone...but it's hard to destroy their heart!

Guo Jing tightened the sword in his hand, and his inner energy circulated. He transformed into several afterimages and attacked Wanyan Kang from different directions and angles.

Nine Yin Light Kung Fu, Spiral Nine Shadows.

Guo Jing still got the Nine Yin Scriptures.

Without Zhu Cong stealing the book, the second half of the Nine Yin Scriptures finally returned to Huang Yaoshi's hands when he collected Mei Chaofeng's body.

Afterwards, Huang Yaoshi passed the second half of the Nine Yin Scriptures to Huang Rong as a dowry.

When this thing fell into Huang Rong's hands, it was no different from when it fell into Guo Jing's hands.

"Hmph! You are still stubborn!" After Wanyan Kang snorted coldly, he no longer held back. The red-black sword energy surged out and transformed into a sword shadow more than ten meters long, which hit the correct figure without any hindrance.

Although the Spiral Nine Shadows moved at an extremely fast speed, creating phantom afterimages to attract the opponent's attention and distract him to gain a fighting opportunity, it was useless against Wanyan Kang.

He no longer observed everything with his naked eyes, but instead used more direct and in-depth soul observation to sense things.

In his perception, those afterimages and phantoms were just a ball of air.

(End of this chapter)