Yang Guo stood up and said, âThat Guo Jing is the person who killed my father; I would like to request the order to assassinate him.â
Khubilai said with pleasure, âI have gathered all you heroes together for this exact task. But from what I hear, Guo Jing is the best martial artist of all the Han and heâs got many able people under his command. I have ordered many warriors to go and assassinate him but all have failed. They were either captured or killed; none of them returned. Brother Yang might be brave but it would be difficult for you to achieve this on your own. I want to send everyone here to go into Xiangyang and to work together to kill him. Once this person is killed, Xiangyang will fall.â
Fawang, Xiaoxiang Zi and the others all stood up; they crossed their arms and said, âWe will use every ounce of our strength to follow your Highnessâ order.â
Khubilai was delighted and said, âIt doesnât matter who kills Guo Jing, and those who go along to help will also be greatly rewarded. However, the Khan will be informed of the name of the person who killed Guo Jing, be given the title of Viscount and be called The Greatest Warrior of Mongolia.â
Xiaoxiang Zi, Nimoxing and the others did not care about the Viscount position; but if they got the title of the Greatest Warrior of Mongolia, theyâll be famous throughout the world, and achieve their lifeâs dream. The influence of the Mongolian army has spread far and wide; they have countless li of territories in the western regions and have taken two thirds of the land of China. It would take a fast horse a year to travel from the centre of their empire to its boundaries. If they had the title of the Greatest Warrior of Mongolia, all of the worldâs heroes, bar none, will be in awe of them. Everyoneâs spirits were motivated and even Fawang reacted to this news; there was a glint in his eyes when he heard it.
Yang Guo gave a bitter laugh and shook his head. Xiao LongnĂź looked at him lovingly but she was thinking, âWho cares about the title of Viscount, or the title of the Greatest Warrior of Mongolia? I just hope that you can stay alive and well.â
Everyone drank a few more bowls of wine and then stood up. A Mongolian soldier led some horses to them. Yang Guo, Xiao LongnĂź, Fawang and the others leapt onto the horses and followed Khubilai, riding southwards towards Xiangyang.
It was a scene of destruction along the way; nine out of ten buildings were empty and the ground was covered with corpses. Whenever the Mongolian soldiers see Han, they would kill them with unrestrained violence. Yang Guo was furious when he saw this and wanted to stop them. But he hesitated because of Khubilai, and thought, âThe Mongolians are so violent and cruel and treat my Han people worse than animals; after Iâve killed Guo Jing and Huang Rong, Iâm going to kill a few of the evilest Mongolian soldiers to vent my anger.â
A few days later, they arrived outside of Xiangyang. The two sides had now been fighting for around a month and the ground was covered with the remnants of battle; broken spears lay strewn everywhere; blood and bodies covered the ground.
When the Generals and commanders of the army outside Xiangyang learned of the Fourth Prince Khubilaiâs arrival, they went to greet him thirty li outside of Xiangyang. The sounds of the horsesâ hoofs and the clanging of the soldiersâ armour reflected the grandeur of the army. When the Generals and commanders saw Khubilaiâs banner, they all leapt off their horses and kneeled down by the roadside.
Khubilai rode up near them and reigned in his horse. He took a look around and didnât say anything for a long while. He then gave a âhumphâ grunt and said, âXiangyang city has been under attack for so long yet you still have not captured it; isnât that a disgrace to the mighty Mongolian army?â
All the Generals and commanders replied at the same time, âWe deserve to die; please punish us your Highness.â
Khubilai whipped his horse and galloped forward. All the Generals and commanders kept themselves down on the ground for a long time, not daring to get up.
Yang Guo saw that Khubilai was very peaceful and easy going towards him, Fawang and the others; but when he was disciplining his army he was very strict. He thought, âThe Mongolian army is so strong and so disciplined; how can the Song defend against them?â He frowned as he thought about this.
Early next morning, the Mongolians attacked Xiangyang once again. Arrows and stones were sent towards the city like rain and hail. The soldiers at the front of the attack placed ladders around the city of Xiangyang and climbed up. The city was guarded tightly; groups of eight soldiers held a wooden ram in their arms and were knocking the ladders off the city walls. After a prolonged attack, a hundred or so Mongolian soldiers eventually managed to get themselves on top of the city walls. The Mongolian army hollered and another hundred or so soldiers climbed up towards the walls for support. The watchmanâs rattle rang urgently and a group of archers appeared, shooting arrows down on the advance, forcing them back. Another group of Song soldiers appeared with torches in their hands and they burned the ladders, sending the Mongolians on the ladders plummeting down to the ground.
Shouts and calls could be heard from the city as a group of men appeared on the walls with long spears and sharp sabers, attacking the Mongolians who had climbed up onto the city walls. This group of men did not wear the uniform of the Song army; some wore short black garments, while some wore long green gowns. When they attacked, they didnât attack in a group; their movements were swift and showed that they possessed martial arts. The Mongolians who had managed to get themselves on top of the city walls were all great warriors of the Mongolian army and had never met their match before. But when they came across this group of Han, they were all killed. Some died on the city walls while others fell to their deaths. There was an especially commanding Han in the Song army. This person wore a grey gown and was fighting empty handed; he scanned the walls and when he saw Han soldiers in distress, he would immediately dash over and help them. Wherever his palms went, Mongolian soldiers fell; it was like a tiger in amongst a herd of sheep.
Khubilai was commanding this battle himself and when he saw how brave and heroic this Han was, he was stunned and didnât say anything. After a while he sighed and said, âOut of all the warriors in the world, who can compare with this man?â
Yang Guo was standing beside Khubilai and asked, âHighness, do you know who that is?â
Khubilai was startled and said, âCould it be that heâs Guo Jing?â
Yang Guo said, âYes!â
By this time, most of the hundreds of Mongolians soldiers who had climbed up the city walls had been killed. Only three brave Sergeants of the Jagen (100 man squad) still survived and they were fighting on in a corner with their spears and shields. A Noyan (rank in Mongolian army, leader of a division of 10,000) below blew their horn and another group of soldiers attacked the city walls, intending to bring the three remaining Jagen Sergeants back to safety.
Guo Jing roared and stepped forward. One of the Jagen Sergeants thrust his spear forward towards him. Guo Jing grabbed the spear and pushed forward. He then kicked out at the shield of another Jagen Sergeant with his left leg. Though these two Jagen Sergeants had great valor, how could they resist the divine strength from such a push and kick? They somersaulted down from the wall and fell to their deaths.