The officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty were silent, and there was not the slightest expression on their cold and hard faces.

"I still want to be deeply nourished, and the only thing that can nourish me is the blood of your Song people." Wanyan Zonghan said loudly.

A long howl came, Wanyan Zonghan involuntarily turned his head to look, and saw Sun Hui flying on top of the Song Junshuai banner, holding a head high with one hand, and holding the broken Wanyan Zongwang's military flag with the other.

Sun Hui seemed to see what was happening here, and suddenly stuck the head in his hand on Wanyan Zongwang's military flag and threw it over to this side.

The military flag with the human head fell at Wan Yan Zonghan's feet, and seeing the human head stained with blood and mud, Wan Yan Zonghan's hands and feet were cold for a while.

That was Wanyan Zongwang's head.

At this time, the Song army had completed the outflanking of the remaining tens of thousands of Jin troops, Sun Hui fluttered his wings and flew down, spewing fire at the crowded Jin army, and for a while there were screams and wails everywhere.

Uncle Zhang suddenly smiled, and smiled very easily.

"I'm not here to argue with you about who is right and who is wrong," Uncle Zhang straightened up, looked up at the sky, and whispered, "Go back and tell the gold lord that if he knows each other, he will quickly get out of the city, exit the sixteen states of Yanyun, and go back to the old nest!" Otherwise, we'll kill all the gold!" ”

Wanyan Zonghan got on an undead Jin Army war horse and left, the only dozens of remaining Tiefutu were waiting for him not far away, each of them carried the corpses of the war dead behind the saddle, they had to transport these precious armor weapons back, although it seemed that they were useless, they couldn't even train anyone to wear these armor and use those weapons to fight in a short time.

Zhang Zhongxiong looked at the back of Yan Zonghan leaving, his heart moved slightly, he took out the long bow on his waist and aimed it at the back of Yan Zonghan's head, his bow skills were not bad, this distance was enough to hit.

"Bear, what are you going to do?" Uncle Zhang's voice sounded.

Zhang Zhongxiong slowly retracted his bow and threw the bow and arrows on the ground, "This person is good at using soldiers, we shouldn't let him go back." ”

"I said let him go, and he had to make good on his promise." Uncle Zhang said in a deep voice.

He looked at the back of Yan Zonghan and his entourage, "I know that you are in a hurry to attack him, because you are worried that he will affect the future war, but let him go now, it will be beneficial, the Jin people in Taiyuan City will see that he is defeated and survived, and they will have no intention of defending the city and try to escape." If we kill him, they will understand that there is no way to live, and that it is possible to fight to the death, and not flee north. It's not necessarily good for us. ”

"Got it." Zhang Zhongxiong realized that he was thinking simply, and couldn't help but blush, bowed to his father and hugged his fist, "The child did not obey the military order, and asked his father to punish him." ”

"You still have to think about it, how can you learn more from Sun Immortals!" Uncle Zhang's gaze turned to the battlefield.

Three days later, Taiyuan City.

Wanyan Wu Qimai and the generals of the Jin State hurriedly climbed the city wall, and looked out, tens of thousands of Song troops gathered outside the south gate. They raised tens of thousands of reddish-brown flags, and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.

"They're going to ...... Besiege? Wanyan Wu Qimai's heart trembled.

After the defeat that day, the remnants of the Jin army retreated to the city, bringing back only the fainting Wanyan Zhenzhu, the Song army surprisingly did not take the opportunity to attack the city, they restrained their horses two hundred steps from the city wall, and allowed the Jin army to enter the city. For the whole day that followed, Wanyan Wu begged to discuss with the nobles in the Golden Tent, day and night. Bad news continued to be sent into the Golden Horde, close to the army of 100,000 people, only less than 5,000 people came back alive, the Iron Harrier Horse, the Kidnapping Horse, and the Iron Floating Tu three elites were all destroyed in this battle, Wanyan Lou Room, Wanyan Yinshuke, Wanyan Living Girl, Yelu Yu and other generals were all killed, and Wanyan Zongwang could not withdraw, and someone saw him being pierced through the body by Sun Hui with an iron bullet, and beheaded and inserted on his military flag. There were cries in Taiyuan City all night, tens of thousands of people lost their families, and the combat power of the Jin army was truly destroyed. After Yan Wu begged to buy no results, no one could tell him what to do, the generals and officials were silent for a while, and they hurried away in a rage, and the scene was out of control for a while, and in the early hours of the morning, the news came that the Song army was regrouping in the south of the city.

"Where are so many red flags?" Xiao Qing said, "Could it be that they were going to dye these red flags last night?" ”

"They're going to attack the city! Let all the moving men gather at the south gate, with bows! The more arrows, the better! Wanyan Xiyin said.

"No, they're not going to take the city." Wanyan Zongxian waved his hand.

A Song cavalry general led his horse out and advanced to a stop two hundred paces from the city wall, still out of range of an ordinary horned bow.

"The Great Song Dynasty Zhang Xuanfu order, send General Yan Xian back to the city!" He spoke aloud and turned around and returned to the camp.

"Who are they going to send back?" Wanyan Wu was stunned.

Song Jun's formation cracked open, and a figure was pushed out of it. With his head down, he staggered across the snow as if he was going to fall down at any moment. Wanyan Wu Qimai can gradually see his face clearly, it is indeed Marshal Wanyan Xianye, his own brother. But Wanyan Wu begged to buy without a little joy in his heart, and Wanyan Xian was also dragging a long chain behind him, and the ones that made up that chain were countless heads. The braids of those heads were tied together with each other, one end tied around Wan Yan's neck. I don't know how long that cruel chain is, it seems that as long as Wan Yan Xian also walks down one step, the chain will never break, each link is a dead Jin people, there are tens of thousands of Jin corpses outside the city, if the Song people want, they can ask Wan Yan Xian to drag the chain to death, and they can cut off a new dead man's head and continue it.

There was a dead silence on the city, and the warriors of the Jin Kingdom lowered their heads.

"Hulu, you take a few people down, and as soon as the city gate is opened, General Wanyan Xianye will be brought in." Wanyan Wu Qimai said to the guard Hulu, with a hint of tremor in his voice.

"Can't open the city!" Xiao Zhonggong said loudly, "Can't you see it?" This is a trick of the Song people! As soon as we open the city, they will take the opportunity to attack! ”

"No, if you want to attack the city, you will attack the city yesterday," Wanyan Xiyin said, "Uncle Zhang doesn't look like a person who likes to play this kind of trick. ”

Hulu hurried down the city with a few people, and with the harsh grinding sound of the wooden winch on the top of the city gate, the gate was slowly raised to the height of Hulu's chest. Hulu pressed the handle of the saber, flashed out, ran a few steps on the ground, and hugged Wan Yan Xianye. He almost suspected that Wan Yan Xian was not a dead man, there was not a trace of heat on his body, and his robe was soaked in blood and frozen as hard as iron. Wan Yan Xian also looked at him blankly, which reminded Hulu of the dying fish.