On both sides of the official road, there are lush green wheat, and at a glance, there is no boundaries. The Song people in the fields saw a large number of cavalry on the official road, and fled in all directions like crazy.

Wanyan Zongfu and the others were all depressed, and no one cared about these poor people in troubled times. Everyone went all the way, hoping to find Zhendian as soon as possible, plunder, replenish food and grass, and find something to eat and drink.

After this fierce battle, everyone was hungry.

The crowd ran out of dozens of miles, and there was a town on both sides of the official road, which seemed to be very lively.

On the streets of the town, the Song people are running along the street, from time to time someone falls, the street is a mess, obviously the Song people have found the traces of Yan Zongfu and others, just fleeing for their lives.

"Slaughter the town, not a single one is left!"

After Yan Zongfu waved his hand, the Jurchen cavalry came to the spirit and rushed towards the town one after another.

The crowd marched forward and took over the entire street. Wanyan Zongfu saw that the shops and houses on both sides of the street were all closed doors and windows, frowned slightly, and waved his hand.

When the Jurchen knights began to dismount, they would enter the court, plunder the people, and commit atrocities.

Suddenly, from somewhere on the street, there was a shrill whistle of "Dudu".

Everyone was shocked, looking left and right, not knowing what was happening.

The cannon sound of "Pengpeng" sounded, and Wanyan Sosuke shivered.

The sound is all too familiar!

However, this time, no shells were smashed, and the other side only used it as a notification to launch empty cannons.

Smoking iron bumps were thrown out of the houses on both sides of the official road.

"Earthquake Thunder!"

The Jurchen knights on the horse changed color together, trying to dodge, but it was too late.

The sound of "all" continued to sound, and the whole street was plunged into a thick smoke.

"There is an ambush! Get out of town!"

Wanyan Zongfu, who was lucky enough to escape, beat the war horse wildly and went to the outside of the town. Several of his own soldiers shouted loudly and followed closely.

Woru shouted loudly: "Don't panic, don't panic, turn around quickly, and leave the town all!" ”

"Pass! Pass!"

Another earth-shattering thunderbolt was thrown. The streets were filled with gunsmoke, dust, and screams. The horses screamed, the people groaned in pain, and even the roar that shook the sky. With severed limbs, blurred flesh and blood, blood everywhere, layers of corpses and wounded, the long street has become a hell.

Five miles before the official road, two thousand knights with neatly draped titles, horses and bells, all on the halters, were waiting quietly.

This is already all the essence of the cavalry of the Loyal Army.

A cannon of different sizes was erected on the slope and aimed at the official road.

Yang Zaixing said with a smile: "Brother Zhang Heng, I didn't expect us to really run into these fans." Today, let's make meritorious service so that our brothers in the army can be convinced!"

Zhang Heng's heart was hot, and most of the loyal and righteous troops today are recruits. If Wang Song wants him to take the throne, he must let him make some merits, so that he can serve the public.

"Fanzi was unfamiliar with the place, fled in a hurry, did not go to the poor countryside, and took the flat official road. Xianggong expected it to be good, this time, we are going to beat the water dogs!"

Wanyan Sosuke whipped the horses desperately and headed out of the town. He fled from the town on a thousand-in-a-mile horse from the north, which was extremely fast.

"Pass! Pass!"

There was another explosion that shook the sky, and countless Jurchen cavalry were blown up on the official road. Countless Song soldiers armed with swords and guns rushed out of the house next to the official road and launched an attack on the remnants of the Jurchen cavalry.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Yang Zaixing handed the clairvoyant mirror to Zhang Heng and said loudly to the gunner behind him: "Brothers, aim for me in a while." If you play well, everyone will have a silver reward! ”

Zhang Heng looked at Wanyan Zongfu, who was dressed in golden armor in the clairvoyant mirror, and sighed: "I'm afraid I'm catching a big fish today."

This man is wearing gold armor, and he is definitely a Jurchen official!"

These Jurchen knights are used to winning battles, and even the road to escape is a smooth road, which can be described as extremely arrogant and self-defeating.

Wanyan Zongfu led hundreds of Jurchen cavalry and rushed forward along the official road. Behind him, the artillery of the Song army continued to sound, although the number of killed and injured was limited, but it was enough to make the hearts of these warriors who were invincible on weekdays tremble.

The crowd was panicked like lost dogs, and they had long forgotten to send rangers to reconnoitre. Before they could run a few miles, the "puffy puff pun" and the earth-shattering sound of artillery rang out again.

The speed was so close, the other party was waiting intently. With the sound of cannons, countless Jurchen cavalry flew out of their horses, and the horses suddenly thinned out a lot.

"Warriors, rush over, rush over!"

Wanyan Zongfu's eyes were blood-red, he raised his long knife, roared loudly, ignored the opponent's fierce artillery, hit his horse forward, and rushed forward like a madness towards the cavalry of the Song army.

A group of Jurchen warriors huddled tightly around Wanyan Sosuke to prevent him from being harmed. On the way, some people kept falling off their horses, and others kept their heads stuffed and continued to rush forward.

"Marshal, the cavalry of the Song people!"

The Jurchen knights, who were glad to have escaped from the Song army's artillery, were immediately stunned by the Song cavalry in front of them.

The Jurchen knights were sweating profusely and scarred, and they all slowed down their horses, trying to make a final struggle.

The sound of rolling horses' hooves sounded, and Voru looked behind him, and another pair of Song cavalry chased after him.

Voru said loudly: "Marshal, you go first, I will lead the warriors to fight a bloody road!"

The Jurchen knight shouted loudly, and Wanyan Zongfu did not move, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"All the warriors assemble and make the last stand!"

Wanyan Zongfu rode forward, and the Jurchen knights followed closely, and everyone waved the weapons in their hands, all of them turned red and screamed in their mouths.

The Song army came head-on, and the two sides quickly collided together, blood splattered, and flesh and blood blurred. The Jurchen cavalry was killed and wounded, and the surviving ones were divided by the superior forces of the Song army, and after a hard battle, they fell off their horses one by one.

Woru was anxious, and Wanyan Zongfu was attacked by the knights of the Song army, and he was powerless to fight back, and he was in danger. He let go of the Song knight opposite, picked up his spear, and went straight to Wanyan Zongfu.

Wanyan Zongfu's hands and feet were sore, and he was exhausted, and he was stabbed off his horse by two Song soldiers.

Zhang Heng's eyes were cold, and he slowly hit the horse, and the spear pierced in, and Wanyan Zongfu, who had just stood up, had the head of the spear protruding from the back of his neck. He grabbed the barrel of the gun and looked at Zhang Heng incredulously, motionless.

"Stop!"

Woru's heart was so painful that his eyes were dripping blood. He stepped forward desperately, neglecting to take precautions in a trance, and was suddenly advanced by several Song troops, and his spear was stabbed in the ribs and chest respectively.

Voru's mouth of blood spurted out, and his body fell heavily from his horse, his eyes wide, as if he was unwilling.

"No!"

Seeing Yan Zongfu sitting on a horse, holding a gun in his hand, dripping with blood, the Jurchen knights had red eyes one by one, and rushed over from all directions like crazy.

Zhang Heng looked coldly at the Jurchen knights coming from all directions, and slowly withdrew his spear. Wanyan Sosuke slowly fell to the ground, splashing dust on the ground.

"Snatch back the corpse of Rido!"

Seeing the oncoming cavalry of the Song army, the Jurchen knights gritted their teeth one by one, waved the weapons in their hands, and galloped forward.

"The trapped beast is still fighting, and I don't know whether I am alive or dead!"

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, and the Song cavalry rode up one after another, drowning the Jurchen knights in an instant.

Everything returned to calm. Yang Zaixing rode up and cut off the heads of Wanyan Zongfu and his Jurchen generals.

Under the walls of the Daimyo's Mansion, the Song soldiers lined up in formation, the Han slaves stayed aside, and the Han captives squatted on the field, not daring to raise their heads.

The corpses of the Song army were densely packed, and they were all gathered together, covering a large field. After this battle, although the Song army did not lose many people, it could not stand up to the huge base.

Zhang Sheng's body was carried up, and Wang Song stepped forward, gently closed his wide eyes, and sighed deeply.

There were 1,500 loyal and righteous old people back then, but I don't know how many people are left now? Their blood, stained both sides of the Yellow River, can be called well-deserved heroes of the times.

The soldiers of the Song army on the city wall were also silent. I also mourn for my comrades who died on the battlefield.

Liang Xing, Niu Tong, Yang Zaixing, Dong Xian, Zhang Heng, countless foot riders in all directions, carrying countless prisoners, gathered outside the eastern city of the Daimyo's mansion.

Countless Song cavalry horses were hung with one or several hideous heads.

The soldier brought two large wooden boxes up and opened them for Wang Song to see, but inside were two hideous heads.

"Whose head is this?"

"Tell the minister, this head belongs to Wanyan Yanmu and Yelu Ma Wu. Fanzi took the two heads back from the "Jingguan" in Zhaozhou, thinking that he wanted to bring them back. ”

"I see."

Wang Song laughed and said, "Sure enough, it's a good day. Put the two heads back in their place. Let the people of the world see that those who offend my Chinese will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!"

Song Jun next to him shouted loudly.

"Xianggong, Niu Tong, Dong Xian and Zhao Bangjie led their subordinates to be loyal and righteous soldiers, and returned to Xianggong!"

Wang Song nodded, stepped forward to help the two of them, nodded and said, "Brothers, welcome you back."

Zhang Heng, Yang Zaixing and others came over, got off the horse, saluted one by one, Wang Song stepped forward to help everyone, and said softly: "Brothers have worked hard."

Seeing everyone's uncertain faces, Wang Song said in a deep voice: "Brother Zhang Sheng died for the sake of my Song people, and he is a good brother for us." Go and see him. ”

Wang Song patted Zhang Heng's shoulder and said softly: "Brother Xian, the festival mourns and changes." Brother Zhang Sheng is dead, but the Huns have not been destroyed, why should the family cheer up. ”

Zhang Heng's tears fell down, and he choked up: "Thank you."

Zhang Sheng's body was carried down and placed with the bodies of all the Loyal and Righteous soldiers, ready to be cremated at night.

"Yang Zaixing, whose head is this?"

Seeing Yang Zaixing carrying a cloth bag, which seemed to be a human head, Wang Song's heart moved, could it be said that there was a big harvest today?

Yang Zaixing excitedly held Wanyan Zongfu's head, knelt down on one knee and said: "Xianggong, the second thief is wearing gold armor and looks quite noble, but I don't know who it is!"

Wang Song's eyes turned to the Song slave next to him, and someone inside immediately stood up.

"Wang Xianggong, this head is the head of Fanzi Coach Wanyan Zongfu. We are tortured in the Jurchen camp every day, and we know this person even if we turn to ashes!"

Several Han'er captives were escorted over, and when they saw Wanyan Zongfu's head, they were all shocked, nodded again and again, and confessed that it was Wanyan Zongfu's head.

Zhang Heng came over, and Wang Song handed him Wanyan Zongfu's head. Zhang Heng carried the head with a spear, turned over on his horse, and circled around the Song army's large array.

Everywhere they went, the Song soldiers were shouting wildly, holding weapons, and shouting: "Kill the captives!" Kill!"

The Han captives were shocked, but the Song soldiers on the city wall hugged each other, rejoicing, and some even shed tears.

A uniform roar sounded, and all the soldiers of the Song army in the city and under the city roared angrily: "Kill the captives!" Kill!"

Huang Qianshan, one of the Song slaves, shrank his head and blackened his face, for fear of being recognized.

He dared to admit his identity in front of the Jin people, even if he was humiliated and beaten, but he never dared here. If Wang Song knew that the culprit of the massacre of the city in Zhaozhou was hidden among the slaves, he would definitely kill the killer.