Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps, Wanyan Zonghan watched the subordinates in front of him fall in rows like a harvested Zhuang marry, they all died, only the wounded war horse rushed forward, as his shield, Wanyan Zonghan didn't have time to grieve, he was about to reach the range, his heart beat wildly.

He saw Uncle Zhang's figure.

He knew this Song general, and during the last attack on Tokyo, he had seen all the portraits of the Song generals drawn by the spies, and had seen Uncle Zhang in the city of Tokyo.

Just now, a fire broke out in the direction of the Song Army's marshal banner, and Wanyan Zonghan understood that Sun Hui had appeared, and Wanyan Zongwang's cavalry was desperate to attack there, which was exactly what Sun Hui wanted.

Sun Hui wanted to protect the commander of the Song army and the banner as bait to attract the attack of the main force of the Jin army, and destroy the main force of the Jin army with flames. The reason why Sun Hui never showed up before was because if Sun Hui was still flying from the air and spitting fire downward as before, the Jin cavalry would quickly flee and would not achieve the goal of annihilating the Jin army.

Wanyan Zonghan, who was proficient in the use of soldiers, saw through Sun Hui's attempt, so he did not attack Shuai Qi, but continued to attack the Song army's battle formation from the front, until he broke through, he found the figure of Zhang Shuye and his staff, and knew that his judgment was completely correct.

But his subordinates paid a heavy price for his judgment.

Now he understands the power of the Song Army's infantry array, which is really indestructible, and it cannot be shaken like a mountain.

The Song army in front of him has completely restored the majesty of the Song Taizu era.

Wanyan Zonghan stood there, blood droplets hanging from the armor of his injured left arm, and his right arm could barely stand up straight with a bow. But he knew that he couldn't stand for long, his body was slowly getting cold, and the well-bowed back was already making a wail that was about to break.

He looked around, and in the endless snow lay his men, like a flock of dead black crows. And his steed fell at his feet, and it was cold. On the side of the saddle hung his ancestral quiver, in which he still had twelve armor-piercing arrows, and he could never shoot them again. The faithful horse probably misunderstood what he meant, thinking that he was caught in a crowd of enemies but had no arrows, so he rushed in desperately with arrows. But he couldn't dodge the arrows of the Song archers, and a sharp arrow pierced through its chest, leaving only the white tail feathers outside.

In front of him was a delicate mahogany seat, where Uncle Zhang sat and his two sons stood aside, gently stroking the saber in his hand. All the guards surrounded Wanyan Zonghan, the military discipline of this small group of Song troops was extremely strict, Zhang Shuye was silent, and the Song officers and soldiers did not make a sound.

Uncle Zhang looked Yan Zonghan up and down at night, and Yan Zonghan replied with a cold gaze.

He was waiting, waiting for Uncle Zhang's subordinates to rush up and slash his head to the ground, and this expectation supported him not to fall. He remembered the scene before Liu Yanzong's death, the blood spring gushing out of his neck was like a fluttering battle flag in the air, he didn't know if the hot blood in his chest could turn into a bright red spring at this moment, he felt that his veins were already full of ice.

"The eldest prince," Uncle Zhang said in a low and flat voice, "you don't have to die, I'll let you go back, and by the way, bring my request back to the gold lord." ”

"I'm not going to do anything for you, cut off my head while I'm still alive." Wanyan Zonghan replied.

"I don't mean to humiliate you by pretending to be merciful, I'm only doing it because I appreciate your courage, and it's a gift of respect. In fact, I would be taking a big risk if I did that. Zhang Shuye said, "If you want to die, you just want to die, do you want the Jin people to be wiped out from now on?" ”

"My father taught me that the devil's gifts cannot be received." Wanyan Zonghan looked at Zhang Shuye and said coldly, "Your emperor of the Song people doesn't talk about faithfulness, and the whole world knows it, so you don't need to rap here." ”

Uncle Zhang sighed lowly, looked into the distance, was silent for a while, and said, "It seems that what he said is right, people like you can't be kept." ”

"Who said that? The demon surnamed Sun? The corners of Wanyan Zonghan's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "He's a devil, do you know?" ”

"Maybe he is the devil, but he saved my Great Song Capital from your slaughter, everything he has done so far is for the benefit of the country and the people, and that is enough." Uncle Zhang said lightly, "In fact, everyone can become a devil." This is war, and in war only the enemy and one's own people are distinguished. On the battlefield, you just have to think about killing your enemies and preserving your own people. I think you have already realized just now that my Great Song Dynasty King is no longer what it used to be, but because the number of people is not as large as you, I can't completely annihilate you all at once, but with him, I can achieve it. ”

"You are much stronger in this battle, but I don't have a reason to lose, you rely on that demon to win, I don't accept it! Defy! ”

"You failed because of your ambition! If there is no ambition, your samurai will not die so much, you will not have the defeat half a year ago, and your samurai will not lose their homes and become corpses! Now you deserve this fate! It's you...... ...... your own family And everything, ruined! Uncle Zhang said in a deep voice.

Wanyan Zonghan laughed wildly, he knew that he had failed, but he still had to use fierce language to turn into a sharp chisel, chisel a gap in the other party's heart, dig deep, and chisel out blood. He was about to die, and he didn't care that Uncle Zhang cut off his head in a rage. It was the last thing he could do, and he wanted to appease so many of his dead men.

"You're just a rotten Confucian, where will you understand us! A man like us was born on the vast grassland, and the desire for this world is surging in our hearts, and we will definitely reach out to take it, and the hero knows everything he may lose before he sets foot on the battlefield, but he will not retreat because of this. Even if you lose your life, there is no way to do it. ”

Wanyan Zonghan stared at Zhang Shuye, but Zhang Shuye's image became more and more blurred in his eyes.

Uncle Zhang looked at Wanyan Zonghan at night, he originally thought that it was a ferocious beast, desperate to eat people, but when the real Wanyan Zonghan stood in front of him, he was cruel, arrogant, and lonely, standing there and talking eloquently, like a Liao man from the north who was quite knowledgeable.

"You're not much of a hero." Uncle Zhang stared at him and said, "You are the devil!" ”

"What if you call me the devil? We have endured too much pain, too deep fear, but we cannot calm our thirst for revenge, and my heart is thirsty, and only the wine and women of the enemy can nourish it a little. Do I care if you call me the devil? Wanyan Zonghan looked around and laughed.