The strongest boss in the sky

Chapter 73

Two quarters of an hour later, a tower on the north bank of the Yellow River.

The tower is tens of feet high, standing on the tower, you can observe the river surface with a radius of more than ten miles.Meng Ge stood on the tower with a heavy face, took the binoculars handed over by his entourage, and looked towards the south bank of the Yellow River.

I saw, on a huge bluestone on the south bank of the Yellow River, a figure in ordinary Taoist robes was sitting cross-legged, with a short red table in front of him.On the short case, there is a rather delicate guqin and a pot of fragrant tea.

Beside him, there is also a girl with a delicate face. The girl is wearing a goose yellow gorgeous long dress. Although she looks relatively immature, she has a faint elegance and noble temperament.

It's him!

Meng Ge looked at the figure sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, his falcon-like eyes narrowed into a thin slit, revealing a lot of tension and anxiety.

The devil really came!

Hmph, don't say that his injury is not healed, even if he is healed, so what.Could it be possible that the strength of one person can match this king's army of millions.

Meng Ge glanced at Xu Guzi beside him, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.Although this barbaric monk is annoying, his help is indispensable in order to deal with that demon.

Meng Ge pondered for a few breaths, and said in a deep voice, "What do you think, master?"

Xu Guzi's eyes are as black as ink, like a terrible black hole devouring everything, and like the legendary Nine Nether Hell, which makes people feel terrified.

He looked at the other side, fell silent for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's start our plan. Since the other party came to the door on his own initiative, let him stay here forever!"

Meng Ge frowned slightly, feeling a little more displeased.This damn barbaric monk dared to talk to himself like this, it was really audacious.

Hmph, after killing this reckless guy, this king will definitely make your life worse than death.

Meng Ge was displeased, but for the sake of the overall situation in front of him, he didn't show it after all.He waved his hand solemnly, signaling to start the plan he had already prepared.

"Woooo!"

After receiving Meng Ge's order, the dull sound of horns resounded on the north bank of the Yellow River.

Accompanied by the sound of ox horns resounding throughout the world, hundreds of three-foot-long warships filled with Mongolian warriors in ordinary leather armor charged towards the south bank of the Yellow River.But after looking carefully, I can find that none of the Mongolian warriors on the hundreds of ships is actually a real Mongolian.

Most of them are blond and blue-eyed tall slaves, and there are also strong blacks from Africa, as well as Han people from the north.

At the same time, there were dozens of battleships with a length of 60 meters, slowly following behind the charging battleship ahead, and slowly aimed their huge bronze cannons at the two figures on the south bank!
Hundreds of warships tore through the waves of the Yellow River and made a frantic charge to the south.

At the same time, in the Mongolian army camp, Kublai Khan quietly looked at the hazy opposite bank, his eyes flickering with colorful lights from time to time.

Beside him stood a middle-aged monk in a Tibetan robe.The monk's face was solemn and precious, and his eyes were as warm as jade, as if he could read people's hearts.

He stared at the opposite bank, frowned tightly, and said in a low voice: "Little prince, something seems wrong, and the poor monk feels great danger."

Kublai Khan's eyes flickered, and his expression was calm with a hint of fear and a little unwillingness.

He took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "This is a game, it has been a game from the beginning. That demon has already calculated everything, Meng Ge is finished!"

When Ba Siba heard this, he looked at Kublai Khan with a face full of astonishment, and his heart was full of absurd feelings.

There are millions of troops here, and tens of thousands of martial arts masters.No matter how powerful that guy from Quanzhen Sect is, can he still be able to fight against millions of heroes, or against tens of thousands of masters?
south bank.

Mo Chen sat cross-legged on the bluestone, sipping the fragrant tea leisurely, and glanced at the hundreds of warships approaching in a calm manner.Then he looked sideways at Princess Ruiguo, only to see that her face was pale, her delicate face was stiff, and a pair of jade hands were tightly clutching her dress.

"Are you afraid?" Mo Chen took a sip of his tea and asked flatly.

Princess Ruiguo stared at the hundreds of galloping warships with her bright eyes, and her delicate body couldn't help trembling slightly.She took a deep breath, not daring to look at the galloping battleship, and carefully looked at Mo Chen, who looked calm, with admiration and worship in her eyes.

The real person really deserves to be a banished immortal who came to the world, facing such a terrifying situation of the Mongols, he didn't appear to be afraid at all.

When Princess Ruiguo heard Mo Chen's question, she felt a warm current rising from her heart, dispelling the fear in her heart.She slightly parted her cherry lips, exhaled lightly, and said firmly with a trembling voice: "There is a real person, Ruiguo is not afraid."

Mo Chen chuckled lightly upon hearing this.

He stared calmly at the hundreds of warships tearing apart the Yellow River, with a gentle smile on his face, and said softly: "You are still young, even if you are afraid, it is not something to be ashamed of. Just remember, Princess Rui You can be afraid, but the queen can't!"

When Princess Ruiguo heard the words, her beautiful face showed a bit of bewilderment, and she didn't understand what Mo Chen meant for a while.

Mo Chen glanced at her, but did not continue to expand on this topic.

The reason why he brought Princess Ruiguo here was to gild her.It is not an easy task to become the emperor as a woman, even with her own support.But if the other party has meritorious deeds, the matter is relatively much simpler.

Mo Chen said flatly: "Do you understand the rhythm, how about playing a song for me?"

Princess Ruiguo came back to her senses, lowered her small head and did not dare to look at Mo Chen, put aside the Guqin in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Ruiguo knows a little bit about rhythm, if a real person doesn't dislike it, Ruiguo can play the flute accompaniment."

Mo Chen glanced at the hundreds of warships that were about to reach the center of the Yellow River, and calmly nodded slightly.

He placed his big hands on the guqin, and his ten fingers were like dexterous elves, dancing on the slender strings, making the guqin emit a crisp and melodious sound.

Seeing Mo Chen's movements, Ruiguo took out a jade Xiao and placed it on his pink lips, and played a melodious and beautiful music.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and under Mo Chen's urging, it even suppressed the terrifying roar of the Yellow River, echoing melodiously in the world with a radius of more than ten miles.

The battleship not far away did not stop at all because of Mo Chen's actions.

Hundreds of warships full of soldiers galloped towards where Mo Chen was.A dozen huge gunboats stopped at Jiangxin and began to adjust the direction of the cannons.

"Haha, where did this idiot come from, to play a flirt here?"

"Interesting, we didn't wait for Da Song's army, but saw two romantic young couples. Speed ​​up, brothers, let's have fun with them. Haha."

"That little lady is really handsome, she is really a little beauty that I still feel pity for."

On the warship, the Mongolian soldiers heard the melodious music from the sky, looked at the two figures faintly visible on the other side, and laughed wildly.

They are just the lowest-level war slaves of the Mongols, and they often charge in the most dangerous places.During the southern expedition of the Mongolian army, many people were ready to die in battle before the battle.What they didn't expect was that the crossing of the river would be so smooth. Da Song seemed blind and didn't send a single soldier to stop it.

Just when many people breathed a sigh of relief, with a faint sense of pride, they wantonly laughed at the two Mo Chen on the other side.

Accompanied by the melodious music, the ancient Yellow River seemed to be stimulated, brewing unprecedented terrifying power!
(End of this chapter)