Outside Linghe Town, in the Jurchen camp, the envoy of the Song Dynasty came to Lan Congxi, who was drinking with Wanyan Xiyin at this time.

This time to promote peace talks, the Jurchen Tartars withdrew their troops, and the siege of Bianliang was relieved.

The display in the big tent is very simple, and the Jurchens are only temporarily stationed here, and Wanyan Xiyin doesn't know when they will set up camp.

The Jurchens outside the tent had no intention of fighting again, they all carried a lot of goods in their arms, and their horses were full of gold and silver jewelry, many of the rings even had blood-stained severed fingers, and the flesh torn from the earrings emitted a foul smell.

In the land of Youyan, the life of female Allah is not good, especially the second prince Wanyan Zongwang, who has been surrounded by people on Taining Mountain, originally there is not enough food and grass, and Wanyan Xiyin must go back to support.

At this time, Lan Congxi's arrival naturally hit it off with Wanyan Xiyin. The Great Song Dynasty took out 700,000 guan and ordered the Hebei region to no longer fight with the Jin soldiers, and Wanyan Xiyin withdrew his troops and left the Central Plains.

There was an occasional burst of laughter in the tent, and after a while, Yan Xiyin personally sent them away, looking at this glamorous Song delegation with a smile, and a wave of contempt arose from the bottom of his heart.

These people occupy the best places, have the most wealth, and yet they are so incompetent and cowardly. One day, I Dajin stabilized the rear and destroyed Yelu Yanxi, and I must go south to take down this rich and beautiful fairyland, and enjoy this boundless wealth for a while.

Lan Congxi walked out of the camp with a smile, and did not forget to turn back before parting, and hugged his fist with Xi Yin. Now the autumn is crisp, but his mood is proud.

One hundred and ten forbidden troops from the Beijing camp escorted him to leave slowly and return to Bianliang.

Lan Congxi was anxious to return to Beijing to receive the reward, and kept urging the forbidden army to move quickly, and after a day and night, he reached the vicinity of Yucheng.

Suddenly, there was a tremor in the earth, as if the earth dragon had turned over!

"Not good! The Tartars reversed course and sent a large army to chase them out? The commander of the Praetorian Army, who was in charge of escorting him, shouted.

Lan Congxi's face turned pale with fright, his head peeked out of the carriage, and he asked sharply, "But have you looked carefully?" ”

"It's our Great Song Dynasty's soldiers and horses!" Someone shouted.

Lan Congxi stroked his chest and breathed a long sigh of relief, only to realize that his legs were numb with fright. Slightly annoyed, Lan Congxi also ignored the forbidden army around him, and scolded: "The thieves are with the army, and they come to such a place for no reason, if they are disturbed and the Jurchens refuse to leave, the official is in front of the official family, and he wants them to look good." Hmph, I don't know the rules like this, most of them are the miscellaneous soldiers of the Qinwang in the border area, and they called their generals to me! ”

After a while, a group of armor soldiers came over with a general in armor, Lan Congxi Bai was an official, he was afraid of the Jurchen Tartars, but he was not afraid of these big-headed soldiers. In the Great Song Dynasty, the low status of martial artists was terrifying, and the concept of nobility and martial arts had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even if it is a general such as Di Qing, he will be looked down upon by ordinary civilian officials.

After seeing the eyebrows and eyes of the person who came, Lan Congxi suddenly stammered: "Yang... Wen Yuan, why are you back? ”

"I haven't seen you for a long time, didn't you ask Your Majesty to recall me?"

Lan Congxi still can't figure out how he came back so quickly, but his own group is indeed fueling the storm of Yang downfall, if nothing else, just to keep Xiao Cai Xianggong.

Now that I see Yang Lin, I feel a little happy in my heart, you kid has a beautiful life in the past, and he is about to die, Lan Congxi said with a smile: "It's okay if you come back, you have also seen the chaos along the way, Your Majesty is naturally a little angry, it is estimated that after it subsides, he will think of Wen Yuan's benefits." ”

Yang Lin looked at the knots on the carriage, rode over and pulled it up, Lan Congxi was shocked, and said angrily: "What are you doing!" ”

"I have formed an alliance in Da Liao, the Jurchen is a rebel of the Liao State, it has been half a year since Song Jin declared war, you took this thing to Yan Xiyin's camp?"

"So what?" Lan Congxi used to be afraid of him, but now he is not afraid, and no one in the entire Bianliang knows that Yang Lin is about to fall.

The strong wind blew and suppressed the barren grass along the way, Yang Lin threw the Jieyue away, and said: "Wanyan Xiyin led the troops to kill, the Jurchen and my Han people have a blood feud, and the alliance is ridiculous." You are talking about peace with the enemy, and you are in vain about the blood flowing in the Hebei area, how different is it from the Jurchen thief? ”

"Yang Lin, you are bold!"

Yang Lin lifted the reins of the horse, waved his hand, and galloped away with a clamp on the horse's belly. Lan Congxi stood in place, his face was a little dazed, Yang Lin was stimulated and went crazy?

A big knife slashed down in the air, Hua Rong scolded the dog thief, slashed Lan Congxi to death with a knife, wiped the blood on his face, and Tima followed Yang Lin.

One hundred and ten forbidden troops immediately hid in the forest on the side, and more than 100,000 troops stepped through it until noon.

"There are many Jurchen spies, and the arranged surprise attacks have no chance to be carried out at all, and now we have the advantage in numbers, and the Jurchen Tartars are alone in the depths, and they have committed all the taboos in the art of war. Such a bad battle, it should be fought badly, and the order was sent to go down and attack the Jurchen camp, and those who stood in the way were killed. Yang Lin shouted loudly on the horse, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling at this time.

The hatred accumulated along the way was all released at this moment, no matter what kind of ghost he was, Hu Lu was small, and the Youyan battle situation that he had painstakingly managed was destroyed by Xi Yin going south? The Manchu civil and military want to put me to death? Kill it clean first, and then change to a bright blue sky.

Yang Lin, who was riding on a horse, panted heavily, the whip in his hand hung down, and the green tendons under his temples bulged faintly, and he suddenly used all his strength to roar: "Kill!" ”

The surrounding generals were stunned for a moment, and a burst of earth-shattering roars broke out randomly, and countless people and horses infected each other, shouting and killing shook the heavens and the earth.

The Jurchens who were suddenly attacked did not panic at all, as Yang Lin expected, they had a lot of sentry spies, and they had already detected the attack of the army.

Wanyan Xiyin didn't take these people in his eyes, since he went south, he has been looking at it, and how many Song troops were defeated in a battle.

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In the afternoon, it was dusk, and the entanglement and scuffle had reached the point where it was becoming more and more intense. The main force of the Khitan vassal army, which had been serving as the vanguard of the south, had collapsed. Those who are still fighting to the death on the battlefield are all the elite forces of this era, and the elite cavalry in the northwest of the Great Song Dynasty fought against the Jurchen iron cavalry.

Since the Jurchens raised their troops, they have always used iron horses to ravage the enemy, and they have never seen such a brave iron hooves stepping into battle and rushing to kill their own camp.

From the Northwest Cavalry, which is known for its ability to fight, against the Jurchen Iron Cavalry of the White Mountains and Black Waters in the Northeast, the armored cavalry of the two sides has not known how many collisions, and they slash each other mercilessly. Both sides are extremely tired, and both sides are fighting for the last bloody bravery. I don't know how many knights stabbed each other in the chest when they fought, and then fell off their horses together. Falling off the vest and riding, but there is a breath there, and it is still entangled and scuffled until it is trampled by the chaotic horse.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Wanyan Xiyin had already gone into battle in person, covered in blood.

The horns of the Jurchen army sounded everywhere, and under the black banner, these Jurchen Tartars were forced to fight with all their strength for the first time since they sent out their troops. The tragic scene of the cavalry melee on the battlefield was joined by Wanyan Xiyin and his personal followers of the Mook Division. Finally let the Jurchens gain the upper hand, and the speed of the horses on both sides was completely reduced, that is, they turned and fought within a narrow range, and their lives were being consumed rapidly.

After the Jurchen soldiers went south, there were too many burning, killing and looting, and everyone immediately carried heavy goods in their arms, which was equivalent to fighting with a heavy load. Rao is so, and it does not reduce the bloodiness and fierceness of this battle.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the east, and at the eastern skyline, under the reflection of the sun that was already setting west, another row of cavalry opened the array. Wanyan Xiyin was covered with blood in his right eye, and faintly looked at the reinforcements of the Great Song Dynasty.

How many people are coming...

When will they be able to fight like this...

Blood-colored smoke and dust shrouded the battlefield of the Spirit River for a long time. The sun was setting in the west, and the sun reflected the blood in the smoke and dust doubly intense. Such a vicious war, since the Song Dynasty destroyed the countries and unified the Central Plains, the Central Plains has not been seen again for more than a hundred years.

Seeing that on the battlefield, rushing down again and again, the Jurchen soldiers and horses are getting fewer and fewer, Wanyan Xiyin knew that the enemy could not be beaten, and wanted to retreat with an order. The sky is about to get dark, and if you can escape, you don't know where you will run to the Great Song Dynasty.

He was too eager under his winning streak, and directly hit the heart of the Great Song Dynasty, and when he came, he was naturally not afraid of the strong soldiers all the way, but now he is defeated and wants to escape, it is as difficult as heaven. The Song army looked at the defeated Jurchen soldiers who were killed and retreated, but did not pursue them.

As soon as the drum horn sounded, the Kereh people of the rear army followed closely, and there were Tubo people waiting for them in the distance, for their Jurchen remnants, this was destined to be a long night, a long night of hunting and hunting.

Yang Lin inserted the sword back into the scabbard and glanced at Song Jiang.

"If you don't rest tonight, the tip of the knife will bring blood into Bianliang."