Novel11 Chapter 200 : The Mongol-Yuan Khan Ögedei
Chapter 200 : The Mongol-Yuan Khan Ögedei
Chapter 200: The Mongol-Yuan Khan Ögedei
With the reinforcements of the Mongol-Yuan Army arriving, Xiangyang City at the front lines became even more precarious.
Under wave after wave of ferocious assaults, the situation in Xiangyang City fell into utter despair.
After prolonged attrition, the city’s defensive forces were already insufficient. Coupled with days of bitter fighting, the soldiers had long since lost confidence in holding Xiangyang.
Soon, the city walls were breached under the impact of the Mongol-Yuan Army. The enemy troops raised their long blades and charged upward like wolves and tigers. The shouts of killing atop the walls were deafening.
At this moment, Guo Jing, who had been recuperating in his residence, received a message from a Beggar Sect disciple informing him that the Mongol-Yuan Army had broken through the city. His expression changed drastically in shock.
He hurriedly rose and, together with Huang Rong, rushed toward the battlefield, attempting to drive the Mongol-Yuan Army out of Xiangyang City.
Seeing that the Mongol-Yuan Army had finally broken through Xiangyang City, Ögedei revealed a faint smile, yet his gaze remained extremely cold.
What concerned him was not the victory of the siege, but the fallen soldiers.
Their blood was drawn away by a strange power. Beneath Xiangyang City, countless blood patterns spread, outlining a massive formation marked “九四三.”
Within the formation, blood energy churned violently. A gigantic blood sphere trembled continuously, as if nurturing some terrifying demonic creature.
Just as Xiangyang City teetered on the brink, the reinforcements from the Song Dynasty finally arrived.
Upon seeing the situation, they immediately joined the fierce battle against the Mongol-Yuan Army, attempting to turn the tide.
However, the city gates had already been broken. The Mongol-Yuan Army surged in like a raging tide.
The Song officials and soldiers were already weaker than the Mongol-Yuan forces, and with their disadvantage in numbers, they quickly fell into desperate straits.
Defenders and civilians alike fell beneath the slaughtering blades of the Mongol-Yuan troops. Even the tens of thousands of reinforcements who had rushed to aid them were beaten back step by step, on the verge of annihilation.
On the battlefield, Guo Jing and Yang Guo fought desperately.
Though Yang Guo’s injuries had not yet healed, he had no time to recuperate.
Yet no matter how formidable their martial arts were, before the Mongol-Yuan Army that swarmed like locusts, they appeared insignificant.
In merely half a day, more than a hundred thousand Song soldiers and the civilians of Xiangyang were massacred. Blood flowed like rivers within the city.
Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Yang Guo, Huang Yaoshi, and the others were surrounded in one place by the Mongol-Yuan Army.
They resisted with their lives, but the injuries on their bodies grew increasingly severe. It was clear they could no longer hold on.
At that moment, the Mongol-Yuan Army suddenly ceased its assault and parted to form a path.
The Mongol-Yuan Khan Ögedei led numerous generals, riding tall horses, and approached them.
When Guo Jing saw Ögedei appear, a trace of joy flashed through his eyes.
If the enemy continued their fierce assault, they would surely die.
But if they could capture Ögedei, not only could they preserve their lives, there was even a chance the Mongol-Yuan Army would withdraw.
Huang Rong, Huang Yaoshi, Zhou Botong, and the others also realized this was an opportunity.
Ögedei rode forward as though unaware of any danger, soon arriving before them.
His icy gaze swept over Guo Jing and the others. “You are Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and Huang Yaoshi?”
Guo Jing nodded in acknowledgment.
Ögedei then shifted his gaze to Huang Rong. After examining her for a few moments, he shook his head in disappointment. “This beautiful woman is your wife, Huang Rong? Indeed not bad, only somewhat older. Had this king arrived a few years earlier, I would certainly have taken her back to Mongol-Yuan to be my consort.”
Guo Jing’s face instantly flushed red as he shouted angrily, “Mongol-Yuan Khan, you go too far!”
Ögedei cast him a disdainful glance and said to Huang Rong, “Though you are older, if you surrender now, this king can spare your life and take you as a slave. How about it?”
Huang Rong was both humiliated and furious. She glared at Ögedei. “As the Mongol-Yuan Khan, you dare to insult others in such a way!”
Ögedei waved his hand indifferently. “This king gives you an opportunity because I think highly of you. Do not fail to appreciate it.”
Ögedei looked at Huang Rong and was willing to give her a chance merely because he was a transmigrator.
He wished to keep Huang Rong only to satisfy a bit of the amusement within his heart.
In truth, he did not have much particular interest in her. As the Mongol-Yuan Khan, what kind of beauty could he not obtain?
Although Huang Rong could indeed be considered one of the most stunning beauties, at her current age, Ögedei did not place much importance on her.
Beside Huang Rong, when Guo Jing saw Ögedei so humiliating his wife and children, and noticing that Ögedei seemed completely unguarded, he suddenly roared, “Attack!”
In an instant, Guo Jing, Huang Yaoshi, and Zhou Botong became like phantoms, dashing toward Ögedei, intending to seize him in one stroke.
Yet Ögedei seemed not to notice their movements at all. The generals and Mongol-Yuan soldiers behind him were about to step forward to block Guo Jing and the others’ ambush.
At this moment, however, Ögedei raised his hand in a gesture, signaling them to withdraw.
Though somewhat hesitant, recalling Ögedei’s brutality during this period, they suppressed the weapons in their hands and retreated.
Watching Guo Jing and the others charge at him, Ögedei’s lips curved into a cold sneer as he said domineeringly, “With just you, you dare attempt to assassinate me?”
As Guo Jing and the others approached, Ögedei’s figure suddenly flickered. He leapt from his warhorse and took the initiative to meet them head-on.
Under the extremely shocked gazes of Guo Jing and the others, Ögedei moved like a phantom, instantly passing through their figures.
Immediately after, several loud “bang bang bang” sounds rang out. Guo Jing, Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi, and the others were sent flying backward, blood spraying wildly from their mouths. It was evident they were gravely injured.
From the rear, Huang Rong cried out in alarm, “Brother Jing! Father! Old Urchin!”
She hurried to Guo Jing’s side to check his condition.
At this moment, Guo Jing’s face was filled with horror. He had never imagined that Ögedei’s strength would be so terrifying. Even the three of them working together were not a match for him in a single exchange.
Seeing their shocked expressions, Ögedei greatly enjoyed himself, as though indulging his own twisted amusement. He said coldly, “You did not expect this, did you? Besides being the Mongol-Yuan Khan, I am also a martial arts expert. Your strength is utterly insignificant before me!”
Guo Jing stared at Ögedei in disbelief. “How can you possibly possess such formidable power? This is impossible!”
Ögedei shook his head. “What is impossible about it? Very well, you have witnessed my martial prowess. Now you may die!”
As he spoke, his figure suddenly flashed, rushing toward Huang Rong, intending to subdue her first.
Huang Rong’s face turned pale with shock.
Before she could react, Ögedei had already appeared at her side, his claw striking out to seize her arm and restrain her.
At that critical moment, the pale-faced Yang Guo suddenly moved. With a “bang,” he shoved Huang Rong aside and directly met Ögedei’s strike head-on.
With another “bang,” Yang Guo was instantly sent flying, blood spraying wildly. He appeared gravely injured, his aura extremely weak.
Seeing that Yang Guo had ruined his good deed, Ögedei frowned slightly and looked at him coldly. “You are Yang Guo, are you not?”
Yang Guo, his breath already faint, merely glared at Ögedei. He was so severely injured that even speaking was extremely difficult. He could only glare, unable to utter a word.
Ögedei suddenly found this amusing. “Do you know that your father died at the hands of the person you just saved? If your father knew that his son saved the one who killed him, would he leap from his coffin to strangle you, you unfilial son?”
Upon hearing this, Yang Guo’s eyes widened instantly as he stared at Ögedei in disbelief.
Seeing his expression, Ögedei sneered mockingly. “Glare at me all you like—it changes nothing. This is the truth. Not only does this Khan know it, others know parts of it as well. Only you, you fool, have trusted Guo Jing and Huang Rong so completely, and even rushed to save Huang Rong when she was in danger. Truly a fool.”