Bab 1055: The place where God breaks the whip (1)

In June 1259 A. D., The flames of war raged outside fishing city.

The Mongolia Army's vanguards endured the scorching sun above their heads and climbed up the walls of fishing city with great difficulty. The boulders, logs, and arrows that rolled down from the walls became the nightmare of all the attackers. Every time a black shadow fell from the top of the walls, there would be screams from below the walls.

The sounds of bones breaking and screams of pain were heard again and again in the midst of the blood splattering and the cries of the siege.

Xia ping 'an, who had transformed into Wang Jian, was wearing his armor and looking into the distance from the City Tower outside fishing city. He looked at the camp of the Mongolia army and the huge flag with the word " Wang " on it. His face was calm, as if he was looking at a frozen landscape painting.