The Mongolian army had long heard the impassioned forbidden verse of Yue Fei from the previous dynasty from Light Summit!
The Tartars of the Yuan Dynasty had entered the pass for decades. Many Tartar soldiers were born in the Central Plains, and many of them were proficient in Chinese. Who wouldn't know what this song was about?
"Is that idiot from the Demonic Sect coming down the mountain to die?”A soldier looked at Fan Sizhe in surprise.
"The Han people like to show off, thinking that they are invincible just because their martial arts are powerful! Foolish!"
"They're not just stupid, they're clearly ignorant. Do they think that their bodies of flesh and blood can block our firearms?”
"Hahaha…"
"Actually, there's no need for us to send our own troops to deal with these bandits.”
"The village army is mostly Han Chinese. Are they reliable?”
At this moment, the order came. Ten people from the musket team stepped forward and aimed at Fan Sizhe.
Another group of cavalrymen also split into ten and slowly came to the front of the formation, ready to charge at any moment.
The bronze cannon carriage had already stopped out of caution. The general ordered a hundred men to strengthen the protection of the cannon carriage.
Fan Sizhe was so fast that he arrived at the foot of the mountain in an instant.
"Lock on! Language talent!"
Fan Sizhe immediately locked onto a Tartar soldier and used his newly acquired super language skill. His mind was instantly filled with countless information.
Mongolian!
Fan Sizhe slowed down and said in Mongolian,""Who are you? Why did you bring your troops here?”
Seeing Fan Sizhe speak Mongolian fluently, the Tartars were tongue-tied.
The ten musketeers at the front couldn't help but hesitate.
A general who could lead an army of more than ten thousand people was naturally a major general. The armored major general rode forward on his horse, holding a traditional Mongolian ring knife in his hand. He raised the knife and pointed it at the enemy, shouting,"This general has been ordered to carry out military affairs. Anyone who dares to stop me will die.”
Back then, the Mongolians had ruled China for many years, so there were naturally many Han who could speak Mongolian. However, there were very few who could speak it as well as Fan Sizhe. If not for that, this captain would not have come over to talk nonsense.
"I'm the Ming Cult's leader, Fan Sizhe. I don't know what crime I've committed. General, can you explain clearly to prevent any misunderstanding?”
"You're the Ming Cult's cult master? Nonsense, where did the Ming Cult's cult master come from! Besides, you're still so young!"
"General, you're wrong. Who said that young people can't be cult masters?”
"Alright, regardless of whether you are the Ming Cult Master or not, since you dare to come to my front alone, you have guts. Go back quickly and ask the people of Ming Cult to come down the mountain to surrender!”
Fan Sizhe sneered." General, what nonsense are you talking about? The Ming Cult has existed for hundreds of years. It has existed before the Mongolians occupied the Central Plains. It has always been peaceful. Are you trying to stir up the already tense relationship between the two races?”
"Impudent!" the captain shouted. How dare you speak to me like this!"
He seemed to think for a moment before asking,"Are you a Han or a Mongolian?”
"Nonsense, I just said that my surname is Fan.”
"Then it must be the Han people! Musket Squad, kill this person!"
Fan Sizhe laughed loudly as he spoke. He moved his body, and the sword radiance that was leaning on the sky soared. With the momentum of sweeping away thousands of troops, he charged towards the handgun team!
" Bang bang bang..." The musket was fired, and the flames exploded.
"Elementary Petrification!"
Fan Sizhe dared to come down the mountain alone not because he was a tiger, but because he had something to rely on!
With the Heavenly Sword, the initial petrification, the speed of the Gale Stealth, and the martial arts that were ahead of the world, if Fanszhe did not dare to come down the mountain and kill everyone, then he really did not need to cross the mountain!
After blocking most of the bullets, Fanszhe roared and stopped giving the ten musketeers any chance. Wherever the sword light went, they would be beheaded. Fanszhe attacked from left to right. Not only did he kill the enemies, but he also grabbed five musketeers and entered the ring space in a flash.
"Yin Li, don't touch these firearms.”
Fan Sizhe came out in an instant.
At this moment, the high-ranking major general was stunned for a moment before he quickly gave the order. He turned his horse around and galloped back.
Fan Sizhe was immediately surrounded by the cavalrymen. However, his lightness skill was excellent and he was calm. He swung his sword and slashed. The Heavenly Sword could cut through gold and jade. It was extremely sharp. Any weapon would be as fragile as rotten mud in front of the Heavenly Sword. In this battle, the weather changed and the enemy soldiers wailed!
Fan Sizhe was in high spirits. Not only did he have a long internal strength, but he also had the top physique of a body refinement realm cultivator. None of these Yuan Dynasty soldiers could stand a chance against him! Fan Sizhe chopped them into pieces as if they were vegetables and melons! Battle formations, the bravest Tartars, and cannons were nothing in front of Fan Sizhe.
It was unknown how many musketeers participated in the firing. These long-range weapons of war had long been equipped with large numbers of troops in the middle and late Yuan Dynasty. They were extremely powerful and could play a vital role in many different types of battlefields.
However, when these killing weapons hit Fan Sizhe, they could only damage his clothes, but they were useless!
Fan Sizhe didn't know how many Tartars he had killed. The only pity was that he didn't get any rewards for killing the Tartars.
No matter how brave the army was, they were afraid of an enemy that could not be killed!
Fan Sizhe's powerful combat strength had already made them tremble in fear.
However, the military order was like a mountain. The captain did not give the order to retreat, so they could only brace themselves and charge forward!
Fan Sizhe was even killing until his hands were soft. He saw fear and despair in the eyes of these Tartar soldiers, as well as madness and hysteria.
However, Fan Sizhe knew that killing intent could not be stopped. Under such circumstances, being kind to the enemy was cruel to oneself!
The Howling Eagle Gorge on the mountainside was the first checkpoint of Light Summit. It was more like a natural city wall, but there were other entrances to climb the mountain. The Ming Cult needed to disperse their defense forces. The Ming Cult had set up this place because it was easy to defend and difficult to attack. However, there were a total of six major checkpoints until the top of Light Summit. It was a natural fortress for Chen Bing to set up an ambush to block a large number of enemies.
The reason why the Ming Cult had stood firm for so many years was not only because this place was not a strategic location, but also because it was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Fan Sizhe had fought with the Tartar army at the foot of the mountain. How could such shocking news not spread throughout Light Summit?
For a time, those who were qualified to come and did not have to guard their posts swarmed over. They looked into the distance from the foot of the mountain to the Howling Eagle Gorge.
Seeing Fanszhe's great display of power, the people in the Howling Eagle Gorge were all moved and excited.
In a battle where the situation was completely uneven and they were no match for him, Van Sizhe had charged into the enemy's formation alone! One against ten thousand! Even if all the six sects went down the mountain together, they might not be able to get away with it!
Moreover, this was clearly a one-sided battle!
Many people with low cultivation couldn't even see how Fan Sizhe attacked. All they saw was that no one in the large area around him was spared. Heavenly Sword cut through iron like mud. Even the Tartar soldiers equipped with shields were cut into pieces, let alone flesh and blood!
So many people were like cabbages in a vegetable field. None of them could hurt Fan Sizhe!
Suddenly, a sweet and tender voice shouted,""Left Emissary Yang! The morale of the enemy soldiers is low, and the formation is no longer in place. This is the best time for us to rush down the mountain and kill the enemy!”
Everyone was stunned and turned around to see a young girl. Her fair and tender face had a faint blush, and her beautiful eyes were like the sea as she looked at Yang Xiao.
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