"Wanyan Zongwang is dead?"

Zhao Huan on the city wall was terrified, the bloody battle outside the city made him dizzy, and the huge shouts made by thousands of soldiers made him dare not believe his ears.

"Your Majesty, Wanyan Zongwang's army has retreated south, and it is really auspicious to come here as a thief!"

Sun Fu's face turned red, he clenched his fists and slammed them heavily on the city wall.

"Your Majesty, God bless the Great Song, God bless the Great Song!"

Uncle Zhang was on the side, shaking his head and feeling a lot of emotion.

"Niu Tong, you said that after I killed Yan Zongwang, would it anger the Jurchens, but it would backfire?"

Zhao Huan suddenly turned his head and asked Niu Tong next to him.

Niu Tong couldn't help but be stunned. The words of the Great Song Tianzi made him not know how to answer for a while.

Before Niu Tong could speak, Sun Fu picked up the conversation.

"Your Majesty, now is a big war between the two armies, if we are defeated, it will be the destruction of the country and the city, only by defeating and fighting the other party can we ensure that Tokyo City is worry-free."

He looked at the bloody battlefield in the distance and sighed:

"Regardless of whether Yan Zongwang is killed or not, between Song and Jin, it is already a national enemy and a family hatred, the Jin people will not stop invading the Song Dynasty, and my Song people will not succumb to the barbarian clan. This is a national war, and no one can afford to lose!"

He Li nodded and said: "Your Majesty, after Yan Zongwang dies in battle, my Great Song Dynasty soldiers and civilians will be greatly encouraged, while the Jurchens will be demoralized, and one will be suppressed and one raised, which is really beneficial to my Great Song Dynasty."

Zhao Huan nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Now I only hope that Wang Song and the others can enter the city safely." Tokyo City can't do without him, Da Song can't do without him, and I can't do without him!"

Niu Tong was secretly surprised. This day is a little bit of a day, one will be tough, the other will be weak, I really don't know what medicine he sells in his gourd.

However, from his tone, I know that Wang Song is probably going to be a big official.

Wanyan Zongwang's life and death were unknown, his subordinate Jurchen generals suffered heavy casualties, the dragons were leaderless, and the Jurchen army quickly retreated to the southeast.

"Wanyan Zongwang's army has retreated, let Dong Ping go to help Li Yanxian form a formation to deal with Wanyan Zonghan. On the battlefield here, our cavalry brothers are enough!"

Wang Song shouted loudly: "Niu Gao, Dong Xian, let the brothers drive these Han troops to the north, let them go to finish Yan Zonghan's army, and Zhang Xian will follow me to cover up and kill Yan Zongwang's army!"

Niu Gao and Dong Xianren led their cavalry to drive the Han army to the north.

"Wanyan Zongwang is dead! Wanyan Zongwang is dead!"

The voice of the front army came, and Dong Ping's infantry formation and Li Yanxian's infantry infantry formation all gave out earth-shattering cheers. The already exhausted Song army radiated an astonishing combat effectiveness, spears and stabs, like Lin approaching, completely ignoring casualties, the precarious front, suddenly stabilized again.

"What, Wanyan Zongwang is dead!"

Wanyan Zonghan was about to let Han'er attack from the flank under the city wall again, but he heard the deafening cheers of the Song army. He couldn't help but look up and look in the direction of Qingcheng.

I saw that the Jin soldiers of the brigade retreated to the south, and the Chinese army's Daxu had fallen, and the banner of retreat was raised in the army. The Jurchen knights just headed south, and they couldn't even take care of the Han army behind.

Wanyan Zonghan was shocked, could it be that Wanyan Zongwang really had an accident?

In the midst of the ten thousand troops, I saw two fierce generals of the Song army rushing north with a large group of knights to kill, one holding a thick black double mace, one holding an iron rod, and the two of them smashed with a split, unstoppable, whether it was a Han'er foot soldier or a Jurchen knight in front of them, they were all killed one by one.

The momentum of the Jurchen foot riding was suppressed all of a sudden.

Wanyan Xiyin shook his head frequently, and sighed: "Among the Song people, there are also such heroes!"

Dong Cai hurriedly said: "Marshal, it's better to withdraw the army first, otherwise the army will be scattered by the rout!"

When the battle reached this point, the physical strength, endurance and confidence of both sides began to decline, and the outcome was unpredictable. Even if he breaks the Song infantry formation on the opposite side, I'm afraid he will have to leave a lot of corpses!

Since the Jurchen army marched south, it has never encountered such a fierce and strong fighting spirit. If all the southerners are like this, the Jurchens are afraid that they will have to go back to Liaodong again.

"Marshal, let's withdraw for the time being, and first explore the situation of separation. If we continue to fight like this, even if we can destroy these Song troops outside the city, our army will definitely suffer heavy casualties. There are countless Song troops in the city of Tokyo, and the marshal thinks twice!"

Looking at the boundless and forward-coming Han Er's rout, Wanyan Zonghan's face was pale, and his small eyes were full of viciousness.

Finally, reason prevailed over emotion, Wanyan Zonghan's eyes became helpless and depressed, he waved his hand, and said softly: "Xi Yin, pass the order, Mingjin, collect the troops!"

If you want to go, it's not that easy!

The knights of the Song army abandoned the Wanyan Zongwang army that retreated south, and began to go north, chasing and killing countless Han'er foot soldiers who fled north.

These "traitors" who followed the Jurchens all the way south and fought for the tiger were panicked one by one at this moment, fleeing in a hurry, all over the mountains.

Zhao Duofu let go of the drumstick and collapsed weakly on the city wall. This drumming almost exhausted the strength of her whole body.

She finally stood up, leaned against the walls and looked at the battle scene outside, her eyes wide open, and she looked in the direction of the south.

"Niu Tong, you said Wang Song would be fine, right?"

Zhao Duofu's heart was anxious, but his face was still calm.

Hearing Zhao Duofu's question, Niu Tong smiled and said: "Princess, the big official is nicknamed "Saibawang", and with the protection of the brothers in the army, he will definitely be safe and sound, you can rest assured." ”

Seeing Niu Tong's appearance as if he was smiling, Zhao Duofu's face couldn't help but turn red.

"General Wang is the hero of my Great Song Dynasty, and he is the Great Wall of the country, so there must be no incident!"

Niu Tong smiled and said in a low voice: "Princess, you look like a fairy, in the boudoir, the big official is also alone, unmarried, if the two of you can be together, the talent and beauty of the woman, a match made in heaven, is also a good story."

Zhao Duofu looked around, his pretty face was slightly red, and he said in a low voice: "I just don't know what you big officials think in their hearts, is there a favorite woman?"

Niu Tong hurriedly whispered: "The big official said that the princess is beautiful and fragrant, and the villain thinks that he will never be untargeted." From the villain's point of view, he may not love the princess to the core, but he must have intentional. ”

"Niu Tong, you speak bluntly!"

Zhao Duofu replied in a low voice: "Then what is the relationship between your big official and the little lady, do you know?"

"In the eyes of the villain, it's just a confidant."

Niu Tong hurriedly persuaded in a low voice, and the two chattered, but they whispered, which made Zhao Huan shake his head slightly.

Unexpectedly, when Niu Tong and his sister met for the first time, the two of them talked and laughed, and it seems that these two people are all the way.

Or it's called the black of the near-ink.

Above the city tower, the others were not like Zhao Duofu for personal use, everyone was elated, red faces, pointing to the city wall, gossiping.

Zhao Huan was also full of smiles, and the spring breeze was kind, and he shook his head with a few ministers, and talked about poetry and words.

"Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"

Zhao Huan nodded slightly, and couldn't help asking, "Wang Song, such a rough man, can he really make such words?"

Sun Fu shook his head and said: "Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons." Your Majesty, only a loyal and righteous person like Wang Song who fought in the south and the north can make such good words. Besides, this is what the little lady saw with her own eyes, how can she fake?"

"When Wang Song returns to the city, I must personally test him to see if he really charges the battle with a gun on his horse, and dismounts to write a pen."

Zhao Huan smiled slightly: "The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs of the Manchu Dynasty has never seen anyone who can make such bold words. Even Su Dongpo doesn't seem to be as good as Wang Song. ”

He Li and Zhang Shuye glanced at each other, and both shook their heads secretly.

In Su Shi's words, how can Wang Song be comparable? It seems that the Son of Heaven is in love with the house.

"Fan Qiong, Wu Ge, each of you will take a team of men and horses out of the city, pick up Wang Song, don't rush in, lest you fall into an ambush by the Jurchens!"

"In addition......"

Zhao Huan hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Let Wang Song not pursue, our army has won this battle, don't rush indiscriminately, let him quickly reorganize his army and return to the city!"

At this time, Zhao Huan showed a trace of imperial demeanor.

Fan Qiong and Wu Ge took the order and left, Zhao Huan suddenly turned his head and asked He Li and the others next to him, "He Xiang, do you say that Yan Zongwang is really dead?"

He Li smiled bitterly and bowed: "Your Majesty, the old minister really doesn't know. It seems that only after Wang Song returns to the city, you will personally ask your love general. ”

Wang Song took Zhang Xian and others to slash and kill desperately, but the number of Han troops was too large, which greatly slowed down the pursuit. The cavalry formation of the Jin soldiers was never chaotic, and the rear army slowly retreated, waiting for the battle. He had no choice but to give up the pursuit.

The sergeant came up, respectfully handed Wang Song's iron gun with both hands, and Wang Song reached out and grabbed it.

Holding it with both hands, he felt heavy, but Wang Song could keep fighting with one hand, flying up and down, and he didn't get tired for a few hours.

What a fierce man on the battlefield!

"What about the casualties of the brethren?"

Wang Song took a closer look at the crowd around him, and was secretly frightened in his heart, I am afraid that there will be many casualties in this battle.

Zhang Xian smiled bitterly: "Big officials, villains don't know. I'm afraid it's really as you said, at least more than half of the casualties!"

"Where is the little lady, why can't you see her figure?"

Wang Song was inexplicably anxious in his heart, but he couldn't show it on the surface. He is the commander of the first army, so he naturally has to treat everyone equally.

"The little lady led people to surround the Qingcheng camp. The Jin people retreated, but there were still some remnants of the defeated army inside, and they needed to be cleaned up!"

Zhang Sheng said on the side.

"Big officials, is it too cheap to let these traitors who have no father, mother, and beasts like this?"

Seeing that Wang Song stopped the pursuit of Han'er's foot soldiers and let these people escape all over the mountains, Li Xiaochun looked unwilling.

These people are all Han Chinese, Jurchen "cannon fodder". Kill them, and it won't help! ”

Wang Song shook his head slightly, he turned his head, and was about to ask Zhang Xian and the others to count the number of people and count the casualties, but found that Wu Ge led the reinforcements to catch up.

"General Wang, poor Kou Mo chase. Your Majesty asked the old man to go out of the city to answer, let you clean up the battlefield, and return to the city immediately!"

Wu Ge said softly: "Your Majesty is already waiting in the city, General Wang is still an early teacher, don't let Your Majesty wait!"

Wang Song nodded, looked at the thousands of foot soldiers led by Wu Ge, and said in a deep voice: "Wu is in charge, let the brothers clean up the battlefield, grain and war horses, whether dead or alive, bring them back, and there can be no left."

Since the siege of the Golden People, the most scarce thing in the city of Tokyo has been food.