Chapter 74

This is war.

Yes, this is war.

In Guo Jing's eyes, in Huang Rong's eyes, and even in Jinlun's eyes, this was just a gathering of martial artists.

Even Huang Rong, who was the most concerned, did not think too far ahead.

But it was different for Zhao Hao.

Since the Mongols began their southern campaign, the war had already started.

Since the Mongols wanted war, he would give them war.

Therefore, the Power Gang fought without any hesitation.

And war means death.

Sparring matches, sorry, in war, such outdated methods have long been abandoned.

Only a group of conservative, rigid-minded martial artists still adhered to this foolish and laughable rule.

One-on-one?

Who gives you the chance for a one-on-one on the battlefield?

"You... you... I... I..." Jinlun pointed at Zhao Hao but could not say a word.

The people of the Power Gang did not attack Jinlun.

Zhong Xin and the others were not fools. Jinlun, while not invincible, was not someone any of them could defeat in a one-on-one fight.

Even if they teamed up, there was no hope in the short term.

Such a level of character, of course, should be left to the boss.

"Idiots are indeed idiots. Even now, they still can't see the situation clearly," Zhao Hao said disdainfully.

Jinlun's martial arts were strong, and his character was resilient.

In other aspects, he was simply not worth mentioning.

He thought he was smart, but his intelligence was really average. He thought his mental fortitude was extraordinary, but his psychological quality was actually very poor.

If not for his exceptional talent and hard work in cultivation, he would never have achieved his current status.

Even so, in Zhao Hao's eyes, he was still nothing.

Jinlun, at the ninth level of the Dragon Elephant Skill, had true strength comparable to Zhao Hao when he first met Huang Yaoshi.

"Do the martial artists of the Central Plains rely on numbers to win?" Jinlun asked through gritted teeth.

In their group, apart from him, Huo Du, and Darba, the rest were not worth mentioning, not even third-rate experts.

On Zhao Hao's side, everyone except Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er had joined the battle.

Huo Du was killed by Yi Yi, Lin Lin, and Li Mochou working together. Yi Yi and Lin Lin alone were not necessarily inferior to Huo Du, and Li Mochou's strength far surpassed Huo Du.

With three of them working together, Huo Du's fate of being instantly killed was inevitable.

Darba, with his innate talent and divine strength, was a formidable force on the battlefield, but in a one-on-one fight, he was easily restrained.

Zhong Xin's martial arts were already above Darba's, and after cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he was even more firmly superior to Darba.

With Zhong Xin facing Darba head-on, Yang Guo, after killing Jinlun's subordinates, also joined the battle. Yi Yi, Lin Lin, and Li Mochou, after killing Huo Du, were also free to join. Darba's fate was also inevitable.

Of course, even though Zhao Hao's side won overwhelmingly, as Jinlun said, they did rely on numbers to win.

However, Zhao Hao did not care about this.

Zhao Hao shook his head and said indifferently, "I do rely on numbers to win. I bully you with more people. What can you do about it?"

Jinlun was speechless.

Rules are only useful when they are followed.

If Zhao Hao did not follow the rules, what could Jinlun do?

He could do nothing.

Moreover, who said it had to be a one-on-one fight?

How many people were there in Mongolia, and how many in Han?

One-on-one?

Jinlun was foolish, Guo Jing was foolish, and even Huang Rong was foolish, but Zhao Hao was not.

Still, to reiterate, sorry, this is war.

And in war, only the outcome matters, not fairness.

"Your Highness, you..." Guo Jing wanted to say something but stopped.

He could not accept this behavior, but he did not dare to criticize Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao shook his head.

So Guo Jing was not suitable to be a general.

His character was too honest, making him easy to target and set up traps on the battlefield.

Most importantly, such a character made it easy for him to make wrong judgments.

For example, now.

"Guo Jing, if you were to encounter Jinlun and his two disciples alone today, do you think they would attack you together?" Zhao Hao asked.

"They are them, and I am me," Guo Jing said.

Zhao Hao waved his hand and said decisively, "There is no difference, Guo Jing. This is war, not a sparring match."

Zhao Hao looked around and said firmly and deeply, "Everyone, this is war. From the moment the Mongol army's iron hooves moved south, the war had already begun. And we, have no way to retreat. Xiangyang must be defended, so we must kill. The Power Gang has already lost ten thousand disciples, and more will die in the future. Even now, while you are still concerned about the personal dignity of martial artists, some of them are still fighting the Mongol army in close combat."

In the Guiyun Manor, some people lowered their heads.

"Many people in the Power Gang are also martial artists and disciples of the jianghu, but they never worry about the personal dignity of martial artists or the so-called one-on-one fights. When the country is about to fall, is your dignity so valuable?"

Guo Jing finally lowered his head.

"When a country and a nation are about to lose their dignity, the only thing that can bring dignity is victory, not some personal stubbornness or martial glory. War only needs results, not the process."

In the end, Zhao Hao looked straight at Jinlun and said, "The Mongols want war, so I will give them war. I only hope that the Mongols can bear the cost behind the war."

Jinlun felt a chill rise from his heart.

With millions of people in the Song Dynasty, if everyone were like this, what could the Mongols use to conquer the Song Dynasty?

How many people were there in Mongolia?

In terms of numbers, the Song Dynasty had an absolute advantage.

"Who are you?" Jinlun asked.

Such a person could not be an unknown.

"Leader of the Power Gang, Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Hao. Is this answer satisfactory?" Zhao Hao said.

Jinlun was stunned, then laughed to the sky.

"Leader of the Power Gang, so you are the leader of the Power Gang. I, Jinlun, have always been proud, but I never thought I would fall into a trap and die without regret," Jinlun said.

Knowing Zhao Hao's identity as the leader of the Power Gang, Jinlun also gave up the last bit of hope.

He had no chance.

How could Zhao Hao give him a chance?

"Tell me, how do you plan to kill me? Another round-robin battle?" Jinlun said.

He knew he had no chance today, but he had never thought of suicide.

Although he was not a warrior, as the national teacher of Mongolia, he still had his dignity.

Dying in battle was the only way left for him to maintain his dignity.

Even in death, he wanted to make Zhao Hao pay a sufficient price.

Zhao Hao saw through Jinlun's thoughts but just smiled faintly.

"You are not as important as you think, but since you seek death, I will play along with you."

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