"What kind of knife is this?" Zhao Qian saw such a strange treasure sword that he had never seen and had never heard of, and a big question mark appeared in his heart. He immediately thought that in order to find the answer, he could only seek help from Li Jun, who was as far as the sea. When he looked back, he saw Li Jun wearing a dragon emperor robe strode with great strides surrounded by Wen Tianxiang, Gao Da and others.

Zhao Qian and Huang Shengcai stood upright and welcomed Li Jun's arrival. Li Jun came closer and said, "Okay, okay, no need to be polite. Your actions are very fast. From the start of the war to the end, in less than a quarter of an hour, three thousand Mongolian elites will be reimbursed for you."

Gundam always changed his mind and said quickly, and blurted out: "Master, stop talking. This is not a war, it is just a massacre, one-sided massacre. The Tartars had no chance to fight back at all. They slaughtered us obediently, which felt easier than killing chickens. Haha, I fought with the Tartars all my life, and I have never fought such an easy or comfortable battle. The Tartars burst into tears and cried out in their parents. The scream was so satisfying to hear it!" After speaking, they spoke up like a poet and looked intoxicated.

Zhao Qian, Huang Shengcai and others nodded violently, agreeing with the pleasure of Gundam slaughtering the Mongolian soldiers.

Wen Tianxiang was a literati after all, and he said it very elegantly: "These are all good crossbows, and the zha medicine is good." The implication is that with these advanced weapons, it is not easier to slaughter the Mongols than to slaughter chickens.

"A literati is a literati. Everything must be smooth and hide the true meaning in his bones." Li Jun thought in his heart, took the treasure sword handed over by Zhao Qian, looked carefully, and thought to himself: "I really didn't expect that this kind of lost famous sword would be seen here." Zhao Qian, who was eager to know the answer, glanced at Zhao Qian, who was eager to know the answer, and said: "Do you know what kind of sword this is? This is a Damascus saber. This person must have participated in the third expedition of Mongolia, Damascus, the Mediterranean, and more likely to have participated in the war against Egypt."

In the era of cold weapons, two types of swords were famous all over the world, one was the Japanese samurai sword, and the other was the Damascus saber. The Damascus saber was made of Indian Uz steel and was extremely sharp. It is said that during the Crusades, the swords of European knights often cut off this steel knife with one knife, which should be an important reason for the failure of the Crusades.

After the Mongols conquered the Middle East, they loved this kind of saber, and all the nobles were proud of having this kind of saber. Hu Nuer, a warrior who had been through many battles, naturally tried every means to get one or two.

Wen Tianxiang and the others didn't know about Damascus, the Mediterranean, and Egypt. Li Jun mentioned it when he made strategic deployment that they were like taking a free geography class. He knew it in his mind. He never expected that the elite troops who had such brilliant achievements were killed today, and he was secretly happy.

Li Jun was about to explain to them further, a soldier's cursing voice came into his ears: "You damn stinky Tartar, your bones are so hard. Even if you have one arm left, you will have to cut me off. It is so deep." Li Junxun looked at him and saw a tall soldier throwing an arm holding a scimitar to the ground, throwing it on the ground and stomping it on the ground. The blood on his arm splattered with his swing.

The Mongolian army was fierce and fearless, and this was clearly recorded in history books. Li Jun saw it personally today and only then did he know that the history books were true. It was impossible to surrender them, so he decided to kill them. However, Li Jun admired the fearless spirit of the Mongolian soldiers in his heart. This should be a very important factor in the Mongolian army being able to sweep across the Eurasian continent, preventing the soldier from saying, "Enough. He is dead, so don't ruin his body anymore. He is also a warrior, so he should respect him."

The soldiers never expected Li Jun's ears to be good, and they heard them so hard that they were so scared that they explained: "Master, I am not disrespectful to him. He was obviously dead, but he even wanted to cut me off with his arm, which was a little angry."

"I can understand your mood." Li Jun said understandingly, thinking in his heart: "I watched my comrades fall down one by one on the Korean battlefield. My hatred for the American devils was only stronger than you, and it was not worse than you at all."

Li Jun walked over, pulled up the soldier's arm and saw that the knife was really serious. He actually saw the bones and said, "The injury is really serious. Wait a minute, I will ask the imperial physician to give you some gold-chuang medicine, and it will be fine if you apply it."

An ordinary soldier actually used the Jinchuang medicine prepared by the imperial physician. In the history of the Song Dynasty, it was not unique, and it was too few. The soldier knelt down and said, "No, no, no, my emperor, how can I benefit from it."

Li Jun helped him up and said, "Don't say that, you are all warriors, it's worth it." He accidentally found that the other soldiers were full of admiration. With a thought, he stood in front of the team, raised the Damascus steel knife, and began his speech: "This is a treasure sword, which is from Damascus in the west. Its owner is an amazing warrior. He has been to the distant Damascus, the Mediterranean, and Egypt. He has gone through thousands of miles of journeys, and he has experienced no less than a hundred battles. And today, here, he fell under your sword, and you are the real warriors! You are good soldiers of the Song Dynasty! You are good men of China! Long live the Song Dynasty! "

Wen Tianxiang and others took the lead and shouted: "Long live the Song Dynasty!"

"Long live China!" Li Jun raised his arms and shouted again.

"Long live China!" The soldiers spoke loudly.

This sound is magnetic and can infect people. At first, the participating troops outside the city shouted, but the troops on the city shouted with each other, and then expanded to the garrisons and ordinary people in the city joined the ranks and shouted: "Long live the Song Dynasty! China is the year of China!"

Hundreds of thousands of roars gathered into a sound, a shocking roar that went straight to the sky and stopped the floating clouds.

Since its establishment, this army has been defeated repeatedly in front of foreign enemies, and has been defeated for more than two hundred years. Failure and shame have become a portrayal of this army. From this moment on, this often defeated army will be wiped out under Li Jun's command, but it will be a hundred years of shame and move towards the glory of victory!

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Xie Daoqing was a devout Buddhist disciple who was chanting scriptures in her small Buddhist temple: "Amitabha, good, good! The Buddha blessed, the Mongols retreated soon, and the disciples were willing to reshape the golden body for the Buddha." He was shocked at first hearing this voice and asked in confusion: "What is this sound?" Continue to chant scriptures: "Amitabha. Long live the Song Dynasty! Long live the China! Good, good, good. Amitabha, sin, sin. Long live the Song Dynasty! Long live the China!"
Chapter completed!