The generals responded with a resounding roar.
"Waaaaah!"
The bugle sounded.
Countless soldiers, armed with weapons, charged toward the capital city.
A hundred miles away, yet so close at hand.
Watching the Ming King's army swarm towards the capital like ants, Xiao Ning and Zhang Sanfeng remained silent, waiting for the old lama who resembled Phagpa to appear so they could kill him with swift and decisive action.
"Kill them!"
"Charge!"
As the sun rose, shouts of battle and cries of war resounded, and the Mongol troops on the city walls of Dadu heard the shouts and saw the Ming army surging in from all directions.
"Quickly report to the Ming army that they are attacking!"
Upon seeing this, the Mongol leader guarding the city panicked and immediately shouted for his subordinates to report.
"yes!"
Upon hearing this, a Mongol soldier beside him immediately responded, ran down the city wall, and went to the inner city to report.
Seeing the Ming army attacking from outside the city, the city guard commander quickly grabbed his weapon and shouted, "Enemy attack! Everyone, get your arrows nocked!"
"Swish! Swish!"
Nock the arrow, draw the bow, and get ready.
"put!"
Countless arrows shot out rapidly, like thunder and lightning, towards the Ming army surging down from the city wall, and immediately countless screams rang out.
War is imminent.
When the Ming army approached the city wall, the Tartar reinforcements inside the city were already in position, and the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat.
This capital of the Mongol Empire had become a giant meat grinder, with people dying every moment.
Shouts of killing, screams of agony, and cries for help filled the air.
From sunrise to sunset, the Ming army had lost nearly 10,000 soldiers, while the Mongol Yuan army suffered nearly 5,000 casualties.
In the distance, the central command tent houses the imperial carriage of the Ming Emperor.
Zhang Cuishan kept his eyes fixed on the battlefield. He didn't even blink as his soldiers died in formation. Years of military service had hardened his heart.
At this moment, Zhang Cuishan's eyes narrowed, and he said, "They're here!"
Xiao Ning asked, "Is it that old lama in the carriage?"
Zhang Cuishan's eyes were filled with hatred as he said in a deep voice, "That's right, it's him!"
But then, at the end of their line of sight, the city gate of Dadu suddenly burst open, and a group of monks dressed in extremely strange attire walked out. This group numbered nearly a hundred.
These lamas were all burly and fierce-looking, each wielding a vajra (a type of pestle) that was taller than a person and thicker than an adult's arm.
Leading the procession was a huge carriage, but it wasn't completely enclosed. Instead, a large lotus platform was placed on top of the carriage, with snow-white curtains covering all sides. The curtains were half-open, revealing an elderly lama with snow-white eyebrows and hair sitting cross-legged on the carriage frame.
After leaving the city gate, the lamas immediately scattered, raising their vajras high and smashing them down on the Ming soldiers. It was as if a mere graze would cause injury, and a single touch would be fatal.
They were invincible, and the Ming army had no power to resist. They were slaughtered and retreated in droves, with corpses everywhere.
Zhang Cuishan's eyes narrowed. These pointless casualties pained him. He took a deep breath and quickly bowed to Xiao Ning and Zhang Sanfeng beside him, saying, "Master and Uncle, please help!"
Xiao Ning and Zhang Sanfeng exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes, and nodded.
"Senior brother, I'll go test this bald monk's skills first. You stay behind and cover for me!"
"Okay! Be careful!"
After the two finished their discussion, Xiao Ning stood up, let out a long roar, and shouted loudly, "You bald-headed alien monk, stop your insolence!"
Before he could finish speaking, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and sped off towards the battlefield. His body glided past, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the city gate.
His voice had barely reached us when it resounded across the land. The lamas who were wreaking havoc heard it clearly, and their expressions changed drastically upon hearing the thunderous roar.
Upon hearing Xiao Ning's words, the lamas all put away their vajras and looked at him.
The old lama, sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform, suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes before returning to calm. His eyes were as deep as the night sky, captivating all who looked at them.
"Amitabha Buddha, is the visitor Xiao Ning from Wudang?"
The old lama spotted Xiao Ning's figure flashing past in the distance at a glance. He put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer.
The sound of the Buddhist chant rang in Xiao Ning's ears, yet it seemed to resonate in his heart. The sound, filled with Buddhist nature, made Xiao Ning's mind momentarily dazed.
In a daze, he felt as if he had arrived at the legendary Western Paradise, where a great Buddha whose face he could not see was preaching in his ear, allowing him to let go of all worldly desires.
Xiao Ning bit his tongue, the pain pulling him out of the illusion. A strong sense of alarm rose in his heart, followed by a wave of fear.
Back then, Xiao Ning almost suffered a great loss in front of National Master Liansheng. Now that the old monk is using the same trick again, how can we let him fall for it again?
Xiao Ning remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was on high alert. He stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly oblivious to the group of wary lamas in front of him. He looked directly at the old lama on the carriage and said calmly, "That's right, it is Xiao Ning. Old monk, your name is Phagpa, am I right?"
His tone was very certain.