In 1267, Kublai Khan sent an army of 300,000 to besiege Xiangyang.
Lu Wenhuan drew his sword: "If we defend, there is still a glimmer of hope; if we surrender, Jiangnan will turn into dust."
I am Guo Heng, a martial artist who leads three hundred militiamen into the city.
There is no peerless martial arts, no magic weapon descended from heaven.
Only spears, hard crossbows, six years of blood and food.
The city is short of food, so I kill and show my authority, which offends the whole army.
My wife advised me to endure it, and I did.
My friend died in battle, and I cried.
But when Fancheng fell, Huihui artillery bombarded the city wall, and Lu Wenhuan lowered his head and opened the city——
I don't want to kneel down.
"As long as Xiangyang is not dead, chivalry will never be extinguished."
At Nanmen Cross Street, ten people faced an army of ten thousand.
The final battle.
