Hearing the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, Wanyan Zongwang's face immediately changed.

This time they were surrounded by the Song army, and Wanyan Zongwang already knew that the Han people had mobilized countless armies to eliminate them in front. Of the 100,000 troops he led, 40,000 were on the other side, but the pontoon bridge was damaged, and his 40,000 men might not be able to come.

"It's very likely that it's still Song Jun, let's be careful!" Wanyan Zong said.

The surrounding commanders and captains all nodded.

"Now is the time for our survival, and we all have to move forward regardless of everything! If you hesitate and be timid, you will surely die! Sons, follow me and rush forward! Wanyan Zongwang said loudly.

The surrounding Jurchen soldiers all nodded, and their eyes showed a determined light.

When Yan Zongwang rode forward, he listened carefully to the sound on the other side, and led the soldiers in the direction of the least sound.

The moonlight used to be bright, but now a dark cloud blocked the moonlight, and the surroundings became pitch black.

Ten thousand Jurchen soldiers were galloping forward, and at this moment, the sound of the bowstring vibrating sounded, and just ahead, in the quietest place, countless Song soldiers were pulling the strings and shooting arrows.

Suddenly, the sound of screams came, and in an instant, more than a thousand Jurchen soldiers fell from their horses.

"Damn, there is Song Jun here!"

"Rush! Rush over! Kill all the Han Chinese! ”

Wanyan Zongwang was desperate and angry, and he had no other way but to move forward.

The sound of the second wave of bows and arrows rang out, and Wanyan Zongwang knocked down an arrow, and at this moment, a miserable scream suddenly came from his side.

"Ahh Qi'er! Wanyan Zongwang looked to the left, only to see that a Jurchen general beside him had fallen off his horse! Countless Jurchen cavalry rushed up behind, and the Jurchen general had already been trampled on the ground, and it was impossible to rescue him now.

Wanyan Zongwang rode on the horse in a daze, letting the horses drag him forward, and he kept looking behind.

The one who had just fallen off his war horse was his eldest son, Wanyan Qi!

This Wan Yan Qi has been fighting with him since he was a child, and he attaches great importance to him and regards Wan Yan Qi as his heir! When he was old, he wanted to inherit his status, power, and army in the Jin Kingdom, but he didn't expect to die under the cold arrow now!

"Han people, I don't share the sky with you!" Wanyan Sect looked up to the sky and roared!

At this time, the Song army on the opposite side had already rushed over!

The Song army on the opposite side was also all cavalry, and it was cavalry just now, but at this moment the weapons in their hands had turned into spears.

The Jurchens were holding scimitars in their hands, and some of the soldiers and horses of the Song army met them in the front, while the other soldiers and horses circled the two wings and attacked from both wings.

The number of cavalry of the Song army was twice as large as theirs, and it was the 20,000 cavalry led by Zhang Xian.

The Jurchens' front was immediately blocked, and the Jurchens on both wings charged in the left and right directions.

Wanyan Zongwang was sad and indignant at this moment, and the soldiers around him hugged him forward, several Song soldiers rushed over, and the soldiers next to him stepped forward together and killed these Song soldiers to the ground.

Then dozens of Song troops rushed forward, the personal soldiers beside him moved forward again, and there was a scuffle in front, Wanyan Zongwang was about to go up to fight the Song army in person, but several commanders and commanders tried their best to take him around these Song troops and go forward.

There were constantly Song troops rushing in front, and every time Wanyan Zongwang would go to the front with his own soldiers, and every time Wanyan Zongwang himself would take a few commanders and thousands of commanders to bypass by.

For the last time, hundreds of Song troops appeared in front of Wanyan Zongwang, and at this time, there were only dozens of pro-soldiers left beside Wanyan Zongwang, and these pro-soldiers were heading towards the front, and the commanders and thousands of commanders beside Wanyan Zongwang also went to the front!

"Second Prince, get out of here! Wait until the future to avenge us! ”

"Second prince, flee quickly!"

"Let's go! Let's go! ”

Those commanders, commanders, and soldiers were shouting one after another.

Wanyan Zongwang felt that his eyes were moist, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

A few Song troops in front were about to come over, and a 10,000-strong commander roared and rushed towards here, blocking those Song troops.

Wanyan Zongwang finally escaped from danger.

There were weeds everywhere, and there were a lot of weeds in some places, and Wanyan Zongwang got off his horse, he took off his outer clothes, and walked forward in the grass. He is the second prince of the Jurchens, the marshal of the Central Plains Jurchens, and the clothes he wears are naturally extremely luxurious, at this moment he takes off his clothes, and he is in the grass, and ordinary people will not notice him.

"Qi Er died in the hands of the Han people, and I'm afraid that my Jurchen army of 100,000 will die in the hands of the Han people! No one but me has ever been able to escape! Wanyan Zongwang's heart was desperate to the extreme, he couldn't help but stop, lying on the ground and crying.

He didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of being discovered by Song Jun, he was just crying constantly, and the ground was wet with his tears.

The night wind blew, and after Yan Zongwang's body was cold, he finally stood up.

At this moment, his face was pale.

He drew the sword from his waist and slashed it toward his neck.

A blood streak had already appeared on his neck, and at that moment, he stopped abruptly.

"No, I can't just die! When our father led us to kill from the white mountains and black waters, we only had 2,000 soldiers and horses that day, we did not have endless wealth, we did not have a vast land, but relying on the wisdom of our father and the courage of our Jurchens, we laid down thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and we enslaved the Khitans and Han people at will! Although I am defeated now, my Dajin Kingdom is still far better than when I first started the army! Zhongshan Mansion, Zhending Mansion and our 80,000 troops are here, there are still hundreds of thousands of troops in the north, we still have the grasslands in the north, countless fertile soil in Liaodong, we still have Shangjing, Zhongjing, Tokyo and many other places, we still hold the two emperors of the Song Dynasty in our hands! With this strength, we still have the ability to fight back! I can't cry, I'm going back! Now that the Song army is strong, when I return to Zhongshan Mansion, I will immediately lead the remaining army north! We Jurchens leave the Central Plains for the time being, leave the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, and in the future, I will take all this back! ”

"My father, Wanyan Aguta, is a hero and a peerless hero, as his son, how can I be discouraged? How can I despair? ”

"I will never despair! I will continue to fight, I will defeat the Han people, and I will make the Jurchens rise again! I will be like my father, and I will become a peerless hero and a hero! ”

Wanyan Zongwang raised his head and looked at the sky, his fists clenched, if he wasn't in danger now, he would definitely look up to the sky and roar.

He stabilized his emotions and strode forward through the grass with his sword in hand, his eyes firm again.

As the second son of Wanyan Aguta, Wanyan Aguta's eldest son died early, and his status is no different from that of the eldest son. He fought in the east and west for almost 20 years, from the earliest time, they had nothing, the weapons they used were inferior weapons, far inferior to the Khitans, until later they fought the entire Liao State, occupied the entire Central Plains, experienced many wars, Wanyan Zongwang's spirit was extremely firm, and after crying, he quickly recovered.

It was getting dark, and he was still striding forward.

After walking for a while, a small bridge appeared in front of me.

After seeing this small bridge, Wanyan Zong was overjoyed, and he walked towards the small bridge.

There was silence around, and there was no one around.

Wanyan Zongwang passed over the small bridge, and he continued to move forward, but just after taking two steps, his feet were empty, and Wanyan Zongwang let out an exclamation! He has profound martial arts, and he is the strongest among the Jurchens, but he fought all night yesterday, his internal strength was extremely consumed, and he also had a lot of wounds on his body! At this moment, he was startled, one foot kicked forward, kicked to the wall of the cave, and his whole person jumped up again, but at this moment, a huge fishing net fell from above, and Wanyan Zongwang fluttered and fell into a big hole.

Then, the screams rang out.

The fishing net was uncovered, and Yan Zongwang was seen lying in the hole, with a huge sharpened bamboo stuck in one of his thighs, and blood was everywhere on his hands. He raised his hand, and saw that there were thistles on it.