The battlefield outside Xiangyang City in 1267
The moment Li Tianke returned to consciousness, he was forcibly pulled back by the deafening sound of fighting and the rich smell of blood. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a chaotic battlefield, with broken limbs and arms, and rivers of blood. Before he could figure out why he was here, a strong man wearing General Song's armor beside him grunted, a bloody arrow shot out of his chest, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"General!" Several soldiers nearby exclaimed, but they were entangled by the Mongolian soldiers rushing up and were too busy to take care of themselves.
Li Tianke's mind went blank, and the knowledge reserves of the graduate students in the Department of Modern History were of no use at this moment. But his survival instinct made him rush forward almost subconsciously, tearing off his tattered clothes in a hurry, and holding on to the strong man's bleeding wound. Perhaps it was the sequelae of the electric shock, but he felt a lot stronger.
"Hold on!" Li Tianke roared, not knowing whether he was talking to the injured or to himself.
The strong man seemed to be Lu Wenhuan's deputy general Zhang Shijie. He was panting violently and his eyes were distracted, but when he saw Zhou Mo's pressing technique, he nodded slightly.
In the chaos, several soldiers finally repelled the siege and rushed to protect Zhang Shijie. One of them glanced at Zhou Mo, then looked at his method of pressing the wound, and shouted: "Quick! Take the general back to the city! Take this kid with you too!"
Li Tianke was held up like this in a daze and dragged away. The outline of Xiangyang City is in sight. The city walls are densely packed with defenders. Although the flags are stained with blood, they are still flying.
