Chapter 49

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The Mongol army moved south in large numbers, stirring up the winds of change in the world.

The Power Gang's resolute decision only added fuel to the fire.

Subsequently, the Power Gang's series of actions drew the attention of the entire world.

The city closest to the Mongol encampment was Xiangyang.

If Xiangyang fell, the Mongol army would advance straight into the heart of the Song Dynasty, leaving no natural barriers to stop them, and the situation would truly be perilous.

Some people abandoned their wives and children and fled Xiangyang.

Others called their friends and rushed to Xiangyang.

A myriad of human behaviors.

The Power Gang, having developed to its current state, has about 50,000 members.

In the battle that just passed, 10,000 members of the Power Gang died, and the remaining 20,000 who participated in the battle were almost all injured.

So now, the true combat strength of the Power Gang is only 20,000 members.

For the martial arts sects in the world, this is already a formidable force.

Even the Quanzhen Sect, which claims to have 80,000 disciples, would have to submit to these 20,000 members of the Power Gang.

The 50,000 disciples of the Power Gang are fundamentally different from the 80,000 disciples of the Quanzhen Sect.

The Quanzhen Sect claims to have 80,000 disciples, but a small figure like Huo Du could still wreak havoc and fight in the Chongyang Palace.

The Power Gang has only 50,000 disciples, but behind these 50,000 disciples are 50,000 Mongol soldiers' heads.

In the past few years, no one has caused more casualties to the Mongols than the Power Gang.

In large-scale direct confrontations, the disciples of the Power Gang are indeed no match for the Mongol soldiers.

But in close combat, the disciples of the Power Gang do not fall behind and have a significant advantage.

The martial arts world is a place of slaughter. While martial arts disciples are powerless against a large army, they are the ones who are powerless when facing a lone Mongol soldier.

The Mongols' large-scale southern advance, aiming to sweep away the Song Dynasty, also intends to uproot the Power Gang.

To the Mongols, the Power Gang is a minor irritation, not enough to cause serious harm. But being provoked from time to time is indeed a very annoying thing.

However, the Power Gang is not a force that can be easily eliminated, even by the Mongols, who must use overwhelming force to crush it.

Faced with the always strong Power Gang, even if you gave Huo Du a hundred lives, he would not dare to擅自闯入 the headquarters of the Power Gang.

But now, the headquarters of the Power Gang is empty.

Of the remaining 40,000 disciples of the Power Gang, unless they are truly injured to the point of being unable to move, the rest are rushing to Xiangyang day and night.

Everyone knows they are going to face the upcoming battle.

People say that martial arts disciples grow old in the martial arts world, but these martial arts disciples will spill their blood on the battlefield.

This journey has no return.

No victory, no return.

They have never been the masters of this country and cannot control the fate of this land.

The true masters of this country remain silent, and the most powerful places on this land are still weighing their options.

But they have already made their choice.

Some battles are not for others but for themselves.

Some choices are not what you should do but what you must do.

How many people who usually speak with great passion, faced with this situation, now remain silent.

How many people who usually dress in fine clothes and ride fine horses, faced with this situation, now close their doors to visitors.

They do not know that the people they usually look down upon, those insignificant figures in the corners, are quietly setting out for Xiangyang.

In a strong wind, the strong grass stands firm; in a cold winter, the late-falling leaves show their strength.

Some people have only a mouth and nothing else.

Some people have nothing, but they have a firm resolve in their hearts.

In Shaoxing, in a blacksmith shop.

A customer asked curiously, "Master Zhou, where are you going?"

In these chaotic times, he wanted to buy some knives and swords for self-defense, but the blacksmith's actions puzzled him.

The blacksmith was packing things, looking like he was preparing for a long journey.

Master Zhou, who was already quite old, smiled at the customer and said, "Xiangyang."

"Ah?" The customer exclaimed, then stopped.

He saw a badge on Master Zhou's waist.

It had a clenched fist carved on it.

The customer bowed deeply to Master Zhou and then left.

In Jiankang, outside the Wang family's mansion, a young man in rough clothes hesitated, pacing back and forth.

The Wang family was one of the most prominent families in Jiankang.

The young man, though his clothes were very clean, had been washed until they were almost white.

His appearance did not seem to fit with the Wang family at all.

After hesitating for a long time, as the sun set, he suddenly stomped his foot and turned to leave.

"Are you just going to leave like this?" A slightly choked voice came from behind him.

The young man turned and saw the figure he had been longing for.

"I came to say goodbye to you." The young man lowered his head, not daring to look into the girl's eyes.

"Goodbye? Where are you going?" The girl was stunned, not daring to believe it.

"Xiangyang." The young man said.

"Xiangyang, you're going to Xiangyang, what are you going to Xiangyang for? To die?" The girl's voice suddenly rose.

The young man finally lifted his head.

"I have never told you, but I am a member of the Power Gang." The young man looked straight at the girl, speaking each word clearly.

The girl covered her mouth, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

The young lady of the Wang family had naturally heard of the Power Gang.

"The disciples of the Power Gang are spread throughout the world, and the gang does not force members to stay at the headquarters. I originally wanted to make a name for myself in Jiankang and then propose to your father. But the leader gave an order, and everyone is rushing to Xiangyang."

"I cannot retreat, nor can I retreat." The young man's tone became increasingly firm.

"Even for me?" The girl asked.

A long silence.

"I'm sorry." The young man turned and left.

"I'm being betrothed to someone else." The girl cried out loud.

The young man's body froze, then he said, "Congratulations."

After saying this, he turned and walked away.

He did not want the girl to see his tearful face.

The girl clutched her lips tightly with both hands.

She did not tell the young man that she had threatened to die, and her father had just agreed to their marriage.

In Jiangling, at the Xie Family Clinic.

This was a very unremarkable clinic in Jiangling.

The owner, Doctor Xie, looked at a letter with a blank expression, but his hands were trembling more and more.

The content of the letter was simple:

Father, I am a disciple of the Power Gang, and I am going to Xiangyang. Take care of yourself, and I will serve you when I return.

Doctor Xie, who had lost his wife in middle age and had been living with his son for many years, had tears in his eyes, but suddenly burst into laughter.

He put down the letter and took out a badge from his pocket.

The badge had a clenched fist carved on it.

Such things were happening all over the world.

They were so ordinary that, in the grand scheme of things, they had no presence.

But at this moment, the Power Gang truly ruled the world.