Turn into a villain loli

After hearing the word Taoist companion, Xu Xianxian's expression just moved, but immediately calmed down and did not say any extra words.

The memories that came to her mind are a little confused now, and she couldn't figure out the situation at this time, so the Taoist couple was not around, but instead had a lot of trouble.

If the other party reveals the truth, with this body level, he may not be able to escape death.

She didn't know what punishment would be for being killed in this historical projection, or she might be lost in it, or she was sealed, but it would definitely not be a good thing, so she would not risk her death.

Just as the two women were talking, the Mongolian army in the distance had already begun to attack the city. They drove the civilians to act as human shield walls to cover the Mongolian army on both sides of the attack.

"Arrowman is ready..." Looking at the dense crowd below, the county magistrate took the order from the magistrate and commanded the city, and from time to time he would avoid the cold arrows shot from under the city wall. He shouted at the soldiers around him: "Shoot!"

At this time, even those civilians were once citizens of the Song Dynasty, they could not stop.

But after several consecutive waves of arrows, the battlefield was already filled with blood, and the ground was covered with corpses, including Mongolian troops, as well as civilian prisoners of war.

Just as the Song army was preparing to strengthen the counterattack, the Mongolian army stopped moving forward. After a while, an elderly man was pushed out from the crowd.

"It's Lord Li! You all stop me!"

As soon as the county magistrate saw the person coming, he quickly ordered the archer to stop, and then subconsciously looked at the magistrate next to him.

"he..."

Xu Xianxian in the corner glanced at the hunchbacked old man, and some pictures flashed through her mind. In her memory, she had "practice medicine to save people" and had contacted this elderly man several times.

"Li Zhipan is the father of the magistrate of Wusheng County. He is a famous scholar in Shu. He is good at military tactics. This time, he was assisting General Zhang Shi in the fight against Mongolia. However, a few days ago, the Song army was defeated in the battle of Mahujiang, and many generals and officials were captured." Zhu Yeqing just shook his head in the doubts in Xu Xianxian's eyes: "Although we only have a few encounters with Li Zhipan, we know that he is different from ordinary sour scholars."

Humans who can make demons look at each other in a different way will not be ordinary people.

But no matter how good Li Zhipan's character and ability were, his prison clothes were torn and covered with blood and dirty, and he seemed to have suffered a lot of cruel torture from the Mongolian army.

Li Zhipan was over 60 years old and was already in a state of age. After being captured, he was tortured. If he hadn't breathed a sigh of relief, he would have gone down to see the King of Hell.

But even so, the candle in the wind may be extinguished at any time.

"Missar Li, you old father is in our hands. If you surrender now, the Khan may be merciful and save your life!"

A young Taoist priest suddenly walked out next to him, holding the chains on Li Zhipan and shouting loudly at the city wall.

However, before the magistrate could react, Li Zhipan didn't know where he got the strength. He suddenly stood up and stood up, a yellow light radiated across his body, pushing the young Taoist priest in front of him into a stagger.

This is a mighty spirit, which has been cultivated by scholars for decades, but at this time it became the last rebirth of the old man.

"A kind-hearted man will not seek survival to harm benevolence, but will kill himself to achieve benevolence. It is still like this to achieve benevolence and morality and maintain justice. What's more, I will die for the world today and die in the country... This is where I die, so what's my fear?"

Before the young Taoist priest could come back, Li Zhipan laughed to the sky, his hair and beard were wide open, and his hunched body tried hard to straighten. Even if the wound was touched and blood penetrated the prison uniform, he did not waver at all.

The laughter came to an abrupt end. He looked at the city wall not far away, as if he had a last look at his son, and shouted with all his strength: "Show me an arrow!"

The archers on the city wall were not moving. Their eyes were a little moved, but then they became numb. The past few days of defending the city have made them used to the terror of their own tribes and the terror of life and death.

But whether the arrow is fired at this moment depends on the order of the magistrate.

The new county magistrate next to him had a very complicated expression. He looked at Li Magistrate who was standing next to him and hurriedly said, "Mr. magistrate..."

Magistrate Li did not respond, but his eyes were a little dazed, with a crystal glitter flashing, reflecting the roar of his father in the distance. After about a moment of silence, he slowly closed his eyes and spit out two words, his voice was neither high nor low, he did not hesitate nor tremble much.

“…Shot the arrow.”

Two lines of clear tears fell, wetting his clothes.

Swish-

Hundreds of archers were given the order. Although the number of people was small, they could not achieve the scene of tens of thousands of arrows being fired at once, but the sky on the city wall was still gray. Then a large amount of arrow rain fell, penetrated the space and fell on the driven prisoners and the Mongolian army behind them.

Li Zhipan was the first to be hit. Under the rain of arrows, he became a sieve like rags, but his body did not fall down, but stood straight in place.

The ministers hated each other, and it was not even worse!

"The Tartars ruined my family and killed my compatriots..."

"Hate!"

"Shang Xie, please! Please open your eyes!"

"The heaven is unrighteous, let the barbarians disrupt my China..."

Some of the prisoners were afraid, some were unwilling, and some were angry, but without exception, the emotions were resentment.

But under the ruthless rain of arrows, all resentment was crushed into mud.

"attack!"

This situation seemed to be as expected by the Mongolian generals. He did not change much in his expression, but just issued the final order to break the city.

"It makes people die and kill each other, and relatives kill each other..." Xu Xianxian was not moved by the miserable scenes of the city walls. She is a future person and has risen from the killing, so she has no mercy or identity to the weak, but her eyes are a little flashing: "This black dragon from the grassland is born to kill creatures!"

With the profoundness of Aoki's Aoki's Technique, she can now deduce it and knows that the Southern Song Dynasty will inevitably be destroyed by military disasters.

"This is the impermanence of the way of heaven, and regards all things as straw dogs." Zhu Yeqing glanced at Xu Xianxian and said softly from the side: "Sister once told me that Mongolia can reach the capital Lin'an within three years, destroy the Southern Song Dynasty, and then Mengge ascended the emperor and enjoyed the country for two hundred years. This is the track set by heaven, and neither Taoist nor demons can stop it."

Xu Xianxian was just listening quietly, but when the expression changed behind her, she couldn't help but repeat: "...The country has lasted for two hundred years?"

Not right...

In the ancient history she knew, after the Mongolian conquered the Central Plains, it established a country and proclaimed itself emperor, and changed its name to Yuan.

Although it was strong at the beginning, swept across the Eurasian continent, with few opponents and almost invincible, it began to decline rapidly after a few decades, and then fell apart. In the end, it did not last for a hundred years, and only had ninety-eight years of national destiny.

Why did Zhu Yeqing have a national destiny for two hundred years?

‘Is the history here a mess? Or is it a fiction? Or is it another reason...?’

Xu Xianxian fell into deep thoughts.

Her fairy seemed to be in a sealed state and would not be able to escape from here for a while. She was like being trapped in a maze and could only wait for this historical projection to end naturally.

But now, when I saw the tip of the iceberg, I felt a sense of indescribable strangeness.

"...Xian'er, you've been so strange these two days!"

Zhu Yeqing broke the spear thrown by him casually, and then looked at Xu Xianxian beside him with a strange look.