In the first year of Jingkang, the number of nine cold winters, the first day is approaching.

On Hebei East Road, on the city wall of Puzhou, Yang Cuizhong, the governor of Puzhou, looked at a sudden fierce battle outside the city and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Since the Jin army went south, it has been more than a month, and he has not seen any trace of the Song army's reinforcements, and those kings of King Qin seem to have disappeared completely, and there are no bones.

"Xianggong, it seems to be a subordinate of the old marshal of the sect!"

Yao Duan, the commander of Puzhou, had a red face, a trembling voice, and excitement in his eyes. It's no wonder that he was so excited, after so much time, he thought that the country was ruined, but the city of Tokyo was still strong.

He looked at it carefully for a moment and said with relief: "There should be 10,000 people under the old marshal of the sect, and this battle should be safe."

"Sure enough, it's the old general Zong!"

Wang Cuizhong slapped the city wall with a "snap", and said with emotion: "Commander Yao, you take your brothers down to prepare, reinforce the old general of the sect at any time, and ensure that the thieves will be defeated in one fell swoop and welcome the old general of the sect into the city!"

"Xianggong, Mo Ruo and the two armies are extremely tired, and the lower officials will lead people to sneak attack, otherwise with thousands of foot soldiers in the city, it will not hurt, and it will not be able to control the overall situation."

Wang Cuizhong pondered for a while, Yao Duan was a veteran general of the Western Army, and his observation of the battlefield was naturally above himself.

"Commander Yao, just according to what you say, go down and prepare."

"Thank you!"

Yao Duan excitedly said yes and went down the city wall.

On the wilderness, the flags are unfurled, the swords and guns are raised, the feathers and arrows are galloping, and the thousands of men are heroic, and it is life and death in an instant. The two sides came and went, blood splashed, people turned on their backs, screams were endless, and the fighting was extremely fierce.

The white-haired Zong Ze stood in the middle of the ten thousand armies with arrows like locusts, commanding Ruoding, commanding the soldiers to rush left and right, one after another, vowing to chisel through the mother of Wanyan in front of him.

After more than a month of wandering outside, although more than ten bloody battles were won, the number of golden soldiers killed was not many.

The city of Tokyo is still standing, and the two bloody battles outside the city are extremely tragic, but they also give those men incomparable courage.

As a subordinate of Zhao Gou, he despised Zhao Gou's shrinkage, only desperately recruited troops and strengthened his power, and finally with this rabble of tens of thousands, he couldn't wait, and his heart was anxious.

If it's late, I'm sorry for the Son of Heaven, I'm sorry for the people of Limin, and I also wasted Wang Song's bloody battle and hard work.

Wang Song was a small envoy from Hedong, but he was able to kill tens of thousands of gold soldiers and kill Yan Zongwang, which also made him a veteran full of ambition.

Jin Bing, it's not invincible!

"Brothers, Wang Tiegun is a man, aren't you?"

Zong Ying, the former commander of the army, cut down a golden soldier in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Fanzi has nothing, we have fought with them for more than ten years, and we have never been defeated!" Wang Tiegun even slaughtered their second prince!"

He raised the long knife in his hand and shouted, "Enter the city of Tokyo!"

"Enter the city of Tokyo!"

The soldiers burst out with a loud roar, and their spirits were hundredfold, and they rushed forward with a wild scream.

Zong Ze couldn't help but feel sour when he watched Zong Ying fight desperately in the military formation. The son followed him, it can be said that he was too wronged, he had no part in being promoted and made rich, but he was always in the front.

Wanyan Yan's mother was terrified. The Song army is so fierce, and it still does not retreat under the heavy casualties, all of them are like taking medicine, if such a battle continues, Jin Guoyan has a chance of winning?

How many Jurchens are there, and how many are there in the Great Song Dynasty! The Great Song Dynasty can afford to lose, but the Jurchens can't afford to lose!

It's just that if they are defeated today, the Song people will cross the Yellow River, the periphery of Tokyo City will be lost, and the siege will really be difficult to ride a tiger, and there is no meaning.

If you hold on, even if you can repel the Song people, I am afraid that the blood of the warriors will melt this frozen river.

The battle lasted from morning to night, and with the arrival of reinforcements from Yelu Mawu, the two sides came and went, and the battle became more cruel and bloody.

"Father, do you want Mingjin to withdraw the troops, let the brothers rest for a while, and then fight?"

"There is no advance or retreat today, and every day you stay outside the city will be more dangerous for the city of Tokyo. It is already a miracle that Wang Song can survive to this day!"

Zong Ze pulled out his knife, pointed forward, and said loudly and angrily: "Brothers, follow me to kill the thief!"

Seeing Zong Ze's Chinese army banner slowly moving forward, the Song soldiers let out an angry roar, and they followed behind Zong Ze and fought forward.

The Jin soldiers were tired and tired, and they struggled to support, and Wanyan Yanmu and Yelu Ma Wu personally supervised the formation, and only then did they stabilize the formation slightly.

Suddenly, the Jin army's rear army array suddenly became chaotic, in the midst of the firelight, a group of Song troops themselves came behind, they fired crossbow arrows together, chariots protected the left and right, and one by one "ten thousand enemies" ignited in the Jin army's array, everywhere they went, the Jin soldiers panicked, and instantly became chaotic.

"Shoot!"

Yao Duan gave an order, the crossbow arrows covered the sky and the sun, the golden soldiers fell in pieces, the screams continued, the spearmen of the Song army followed, the two sides were short-handed, and a bloody battle began.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wanyan Yanmu immediately called Jin to withdraw his troops, the horn sounded continuously, the remnants of the Jin army retreated south across the Yellow River, and the Song army covered up for a while and entered Puzhou City.

Zong Ze garrisoned in Puzhou, and at the same time immediately sent a letter of resignation, and sent it to Tokyo City at night to inform the imperial court of the news of King Qin's righteous master. At the same time, he sent a letter to Zhao Gou of the Daimyo's Mansion, urging him to go south as soon as possible and march into Tokyo City.

The Song army took control of Puzhou, like a nail nailed to the retreat of the Jin people, and the battle situation was suddenly broken and became extremely delicate.

The sun rose, the glow was shining, and it was a good day, and the warm sunshine sprinkled all over the city of Tokyo, bringing some warmth to the Song soldiers who defended the city.

Suddenly, the war drums on the city walls sounded, and the trumpets outside the city were incessant. Groups of Song soldiers went up to the city wall, and the Jin soldiers all over the mountains and fields under the city began to attack the city again.

The sound of breaking through the sky came, countless stones smashed into the city wall, the earth and stones on the city wall splashed, and from time to time Song soldiers screamed and fell.

"Straight lady thief, come back!"

As soon as the Jin people's offensive was over, Li Da stood up, commanded the soldiers, and quickly moved the mounted bed crossbows onto the city wall.

The winch rattled, and Li Da roared angrily and "shot", and smashed the trigger on the winch.

Spears and spears shot out, countless golden soldiers were pierced by spears, and several people were dressed as sugar gourds, screaming and falling.

The sound of breaking the sky was endless, and the feather arrows shot by both sides covered the entire city, and a large number of soldiers fell in an instant.

Countless fireballs flew up the city wall, and the Song soldiers went around fighting the fire. One of the Song soldiers couldn't dodge, and was hit by the fireball, and his whole body burned, howling and burning to charcoal.

Rolling stones and sassal logs continued to fall from the city, and the golden soldiers who climbed the wall held their shields and desperately climbed up. The golden soldiers under the city wall fired arrows in unison, firing a volley towards the city wall.

A pot of golden juice poured down from the city, and countless golden soldiers fell towards the city screaming like dumplings. Dozens of "10,000 enemies" were thrown down, and there was a sea of fire under the city wall, and countless golden soldiers turned into burning men, fleeing in a hurry, screaming again and again.

The spears continued to stab down from the city, and countless golden soldiers fell, and countless golden soldiers continued to follow.

A piece of the city was broken by the Jin army, and the people who came up were all Jurchen warriors who were one in a hundred, and the Song army was killed for a while and retreated step by step, and the Jurchen warriors formed a large array, hoping to occupy this piece of the city and take the Jurchen army behind.

The imaginary collapse of the Song soldiers defending the city did not happen, these Song soldiers suffered heavy casualties, but they did not retreat at all, and they still sacrificed themselves to fight to the death.

Niu Gao and Dong Xian were furious, and the two of them took the lead and rushed forward with pilangmen. Both of them are warriors with amazing divine power, the two of them smashed and smashed, a burst of fierce charges, the Jurchen warriors suffered heavy casualties, and had to retreat step by step, the spear in the hand of the Song soldiers continued to stab out, each time it would bring up a few blood flowers, and every time there was a scream.

About half an hour, the Jurchen warriors who rushed to the city wall were either killed or wounded, and fell to the ground, the dead and wounded of the Song soldiers were everywhere, and the blood stained the entire city wall, and the fierceness of the battle can be seen. The Jurchen warriors who attacked the city wall were all annihilated, and those who were besieging the city retreated.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, screams and howls. Thousands of people fought so fiercely that even the sun quietly hid behind the clouds.

Two hours later, the golden soldiers receded like a tidal wave, leaving only corpses all over the ground and wounded soldiers howling in pain.

Niu Gao stepped forward and smashed the head of a golden wounded soldier with a single blow, then lifted the man's body and threw it out of the city.

The other Song soldiers at the head of the city also had no mercy, as long as they saw the moving Jin soldiers outside the city, they would shoot an arrow down until the wounded did not move.

The Jin people invaded the south, burned, killed and looted, leaving too many painful memories for the Song people. East to Liuzi, west to Xijing, south to Hanshang, north to Heshuo, a radius of hundreds of miles, killing people like mowing hemp, smelling for hundreds of miles, brought profound disasters to the Song people.

In addition, now it is a national hatred and family feud, a tragic struggle between you and me, and there is no psychological burden to eliminate each other.

The Song soldiers began to clean up the city, and the corpses of the Jin soldiers were thrown directly outside the city. After the Song soldiers' wounded were briefly treated, they were carried down to the city, and the corpses of Song soldiers were also transported down to the city, waiting for cremation. Rolling stones, sasswoods, feather arrows, and crossbow arrows were brought to the city for the next battle.

In the dead of night, there were constantly patrolling soldiers walking by the city, and on the city wall, there were many soldiers who fell asleep under the quilt next to the brazier.

The continuous siege battle for many days made the Song soldiers defending on the outer city wall of Bianjing City exhausted and exhausted, and the Jin soldiers did not attack at night, and the big guy could finally take a good rest.

Zhang Xian sat by the brazier and fell asleep in a daze, and before he could sleep for long, the sound of the soldiers waking him up. He stood up, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and stood up to look out of the city.

In the past few days, the Jin soldiers have attacked frantically, the Song soldiers have suffered heavy casualties, and the people in the city have frozen to death and starved to death, which has reached more than 100,000 people.

I heard that the Qinwang Yishi from all over the world are approaching Tokyo City one after another, and I don't know, how long will I have to wait for such a day?

The fire outside the city was soaring, but it turned out to be the Jurchens sacrificing their fallen soldiers, and the cries in the sky kept ringing, and it turned out that these murderous golden people could not bear the cruelty of war.

The long night is long, the state affairs are difficult, outside Bianjing, in the land of Hedong and Hebei, how many Li people are still in the suffering of being separated from their wives and leaving their hometowns. No matter what, he must hold on to this battle.