The latter was very simple, a total of 1,500 dead soldiers, to the major cities of the kingdom of Jin, throwing rats and sick people who died of the Black Death.

Using the fleas on the rats, the Black Death was artificially released into the gold country.

The real ghost does not let go of the golden man.

It's not the kind of verbal talk that Wang Yu said.

Considering that the people of the Great Song Dynasty did not have a complete epidemic prevention system, they were worried that arson would lead to fire, and they were unwilling to use biochemical warfare.

If he died, the Great Song Dynasty would be in danger of being tired of eggs, and the Black Death would be released, and it would be artificially released, and the power would be imaginable.

You must know that the Black Death in Europa caused nearly 25 million deaths in three years, and this is still under constant control.

What if it's artificial? It's tantamount to the atomic bomb of the Great Song Dynasty! Even more powerful than the atomic bomb.

It's not at the last moment, Zhao Huan will definitely not do this, and then the Great Song Dynasty will also be a purgatory on earth.

Since we can't live together, let's die together and walk into the hell together! Don't even want to live well!

The reason why this is so is because Zhao Huan knows that if he does not win this battle, then the future Great Song will not be much better than Europa under the Black Death.

The same wife is separated, the family is broken, the people are struggling, and the Jin people will kill everyone who dares to resist with a butcher's knife.

This is Zhao Huan's backhand. If he dies, he will ensure the last trace of stability of the Great Song.

As an emperor, it should be good to do this part.

The seed master said comfortingly: "Official, our Ningwu Pass is seventeen zhang high and occupies a favorable location, and the artillery will hit farther, knocking out the opponent's trebuchet, and they can't even shoot arrows." ”

"What my Great Song soldiers are best at is defending the city, if this Ningwu Pass is so easy to break, will he still pass Yanmen after Yan Zonghan? Officials need not worry. ”

Zhao Ying was still in a hurry, but there was no way, his martial arts were very strong, and he had thought of forcibly taking the official family down the city wall, but the officials around him would shoot him into a hedgehog as soon as he started.

"God bless the Great Song! God bless the Great Song! Zhao Ying kept muttering.

Zhao Huan's mentality was quite peaceful, he quickly waited for the military report, and after Yan Zonghan started from the Shuozhou camp, he went around the north side with the intention of avoiding the army led by the division and attacked Ningwu Pass.

Here it comes!

Zhao Huan was a little apprehensive, just like when he was facing the young man Zhao Kai who was freshly dressed and angry, and attacked the palace.

However, Zhao Huan, who shrunk back then, has disappeared, he is already in this position, and he knows what kind of responsibility he needs to shoulder on his shoulders!

Sure enough, Wanyan Zonghan didn't choose a decisive battle, but just put on a posture.

Who to scare?

Want to decapitate yourself? Where is it so easy!

Zhao Huan saw the black line in the distance, what a terrifying scene was it when 250,000 people were advancing?

Among them, there are only about 70,000 elite soldiers, and the rest are Khitannus, ragged, and they don't even have a pair of shoes. Holding a wooden spear in his hand, his eyes were mostly hollow, and he was driven by the golden man like a walking corpse.

Their march was extremely slow, as the Khitannus were too frightened to move forward.

"Order the Ningwu Pass guards to put away the plank road and close the pass gate, without the general order, even if the Song soldiers detain the pass, they cannot open the pass gate. Erect a well, and everyone is in a predetermined position, ready to meet the enemy. The seed master calmly gave the order.

Like a giant turning over, Ning Wuguan began to become active, with 10,000 defenders and more than 1,500 personal servants, ready to meet the enemy's charge.

Zhao Huan stood up and looked at the distance, the dense figure was moving around the wilderness like ants, and the crowded appearance made people shudder.

Is this war?

The smoke and dust raised cover the sky and the sun, the sound of drums and horns is like a life-urging charm, and the scene of Jin Ge Iron Horse is also the first time Zhao Huan has seen it in his life.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance, and the sound of crows and vultures pierced through, making Zhao Huan have a trace of hallucinations, as if the golden man's big knife had approached, and a knife slashed at his neck, blood splashing everywhere.

Of course, it is also possible that the rain of arrows that obscure the sun's rays will pour down and tie him into a hedgehog, after all, Jin is good at shooting.

And Zhao Huan's conjecture is not an illusion, but the rain of arrows that obscured by the sun's rays did not fall on the city of Ningwuguan, but the arrows rained down on the heads of the Khitannus and the Jin people.

With Zhao Huan as the core, the strategy of luring the enemy into depth.

The most important thing is Zhao Huan's bait, if this bait is bitten off by the Jin people, what else is there to talk about luring the enemy deeper?

That's meat delivery!

Therefore, nearly 50,000 elite soldiers were ambushed on both sides of Ningwu Pass. And this rain of arrows was the first salvo of these 50,000 people.

The waist crossbow, a bow and crossbow that needs to lie on the ground and borrow the strength of the waist to be wound, has a range of about two hundred paces.

"Forty, ready!" Uncle Zhang stood in front of the military formation, looking at the distance and shouting loudly.

The herald shuttled through the army like flowing water, and the elite soldiers raised their bows and crossbows, ready to shoot again.

"Put!"

Uncle Zhang roared angrily, and the colorful flag in the herald behind him suddenly fell, and the arrow flew out again, landing in the army of Jin soldiers.

There is nothing technical about this kind of projectile, it is a covering shot, and the purpose is to kill the enemy's cannon fodder, those Khitannu who are in front.

Wanyan Zonghan frowned, because of the power of the bow and crossbow, the Khitannu was afraid.

The reason why he frowned was not that the Khitannu did not advance, but that he blamed himself for killing too heavily at the beginning, and now he can only drive the Khitannu away.

If it weren't for the heavy killing, you could still sign some Han troops from the plundered Han land.

The Song people were indecisive, and if there was a Han Er as a pioneer and cannon fodder, the Song people would often hesitate, resulting in a delay in the fighter.

But now when they are all Khitans, the bows and crossbows of the Han people fall from the sky and harvest the lives of the Khitans, just like not asking for money.

"Let the Khitannu advance, if there is a retreat, it will not be forgiven! The Warlord is near! Wan Yan Zonghan ordered.

Is the fate of the Khitano a fate? That's all slaves!

How can the people of the country be dignified?

As long as he can get close to Ningwu Pass and kill the Great Song Emperor, he will win this battle!

Even the battle of Song Jin, he won!

He could think of the appearance of the Great Song Dynasty defenders after the emperor's death!

At that time, if he reaps the merit of destroying the country, then Wanyan Sheng'an on the throne dares to compete with himself again?

The bows and crossbows of the Song people were very strong, and arrows rained down, but they still could not stop the Khitannu's advance.

Even the pace of the Khitannu was a little faster, and the sooner they rushed to the head of Ningwu Pass, the easier it was to survive.

The pace of the Khitanu accelerated a few points, and the bows and crossbows of the Song people vibrated again and again, harvesting the lives of the Khitanu in waves.

Wanyan Zonghan had a triumphant smile on his face, as long as the Khitannu rushed to the bottom of Ningwu Pass, the Great Song Emperor who was standing at the head of the pass city would not be frightened and flee in a hurry?

The emperor has run away, and the mud legs below, the thieves and the army, will they still desperately stop themselves?

Absolutely not!

Well?

He looked at the emperor in the big red court robe, still standing there, and seemed to be looking at his side!

How can it be!

The Great Song Xungui who was rotten to the bones, the emperor of the Song Dynasty who should have fled from the wind, why was he still standing on the city wall!

Shouldn't he turn around and run away?

Zhao Huan squinted at the big pistol in the distance and asked the planter, "Can our new-style trebuchet hit the big one?" ”