"Immortal Heaven!" Wan Yan Liang prayed to his Immortal Heaven for the second time, this time his eyes were full of fear, the ferocity and arrogance that had sustained him for thirty-two years had now disappeared with this thunder and lightning and heavy rain.

In fact, the fleet of the Song army had long been ready to go, and they were originally going to encircle and suppress the Jin army, but by chance, they were used to attack the Jin army.

In fact, even in Jiangzuo, there was a Song army that did not cross the river, and Yu Yunwen also contacted them.

To be honest, at this point, none of the Song boys who have blood and pride will be as bent on surrendering and running away as Zhao Gou, they have been bullied for a long time, and they don't want to fight a fierce battle.

Now that it has reached this point, it is not only the sound of shouting and killing on the opposite river, but also on his flank, in the distant sky, countless killing voices shouted from the mouths of the Song army soldiers. If it were any other time, Wan Yanliang would not have put these rabble in his eyes, but now it is not.

"Retreat, retreat!" he shouted, and the first to turn his horse's head around.

He already understood that he had lost this battle. You have to run away.

Not only did the death and injury of the soldiers in front of him no longer have enough troops, but also the thunder and lightning that fell from the sky caused all the soldiers on the ship to die tragically. It also made his remaining subordinates lose their fighting spirit. He himself had seen more than one of his men on the ship splashed by the flames caused by the mines, and then all that was left was rolling and wailing.

This time it is the curse of the devil, and it is the thunder law of the demon who sealed the boat, which is the biggest variable in this war.

He recruited the five masters of magic, and he was even defeated by Feng Zhou, which made him completely frightened.

If before the Song people completely cut off his retreat. If he can return to the north of the Huai River, then he still has a chance to make a comeback, but the Song army around him is so strong......

He had never felt like he was running away.

"Kill!"

Yu Yunwen had never had such a ecstatic demeanor, but after all, he was born as a civilian official, and even in the midst of ecstasy, he maintained a calm posture, he arranged military orders in an orderly manner, left enough manpower, and then personally led the reserves, boarded the ship, and began to march to the left of the river.

Thousands of reserves have always retained their physical strength, watching the victory of the friendly army, they have long been anxious, and at this moment they received the order, knowing that they would defeat the last Jin army and capture Yan Liang alive.

In order to thank Feng Zhenren for his love, Yu Yunwen specially arranged for Wang Chongyang and Xin Qiji, two generals, to lead their respective men and horses to board the ship.

Looking at the excited expressions of the soldiers, Yu Yunwen felt that his legs were weak, and he couldn't help but sit down, panting violently.

Cast talismans on the weapons of the Song army, lure the enemy's masters of magic to throw themselves into the net, and take the opportunity to use the thunder method to chop and burn the soldiers on the enemy ship to death, and at the same time use various means to destroy the fighting spirit of the Jin army.

Finally, a reserve was sent to pursue the Jin army.

In order to delay the retreat of the Jin people, Feng Zhenren also raised his hands into rain.

All of this is planned by Feng Zhou, although the commander is Yu Yunwen.

One ship after another has docked, the Song army soldiers shouted on the left bank of the river, and began to develop in depth, Yu Yunwen put his face into his palm, laughed dryly twice, and then stood up again. The battle is decided, though. But there's still a lot of work to be done for him to clean up.

He swept the back of Feng Zhou, and sighed in his heart, Feng Zhou Feng Zhenren, not only followed him, but I was afraid that there would not only be glory and wealth, but also a brilliant future.

Quanzhen Sect, I want to join too.

By the way, if the Son of Heaven in Jiankang Mansion knew about the battle situation, I don't know if he would be overjoyed...... The Son of Heaven must be anxiously waiting for the battle report from the front line at this time, presumably this battle can change some of his thoughts - after all, he has already killed Qin Hui.

......

Crash, complete collapse.

Song Jun's various slogans, horns, and even drumming sounds, as if they were heartbreaking, made Yan Liang's scalp numb after listening to it. He galloped his horse, and this feeling of running for his life with all his might had never been felt in his thirty-two years of life.

When the Song army appeared on the left flank of Jiang, Wan Yanliang understood that he had completely lost this time. Obviously, the purpose of the Song army this time was not to stop him, but to completely eliminate him.

He underestimated these southerners too much.

He originally thought that the Song army of Jianghuai was vulnerable, so attacking the quarrying with his strength must be Mount Tai to crush the eggs, but he calmly crossed the river, and at that time, the entire Jiangnan was under his 100,000 soldiers, and he believed that he would be able to write the most courageous poem at that time, far better than the "Song of the Great Wind".

But there was a sealed boat!

A warlock who cultivates immortals and refines the law, does not consider living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, forgetting about the world and cultivating wholeheartedly, but constantly interfering in the world, and even in military affairs, is he not afraid of being contaminated with cause and effect, and is not afraid of being punished by the Heavenly Dao?

Wan Yan Liang thought viciously.

This is the knowledge that those spells around him enshrined to him, and it is also one of the reasons why he dared to go south to attack the Song Dynasty.

But now, it's all over.

100,000 elite troops collapsed in one day. Until now, Wan Yanliang still didn't understand how his army failed, why his worship couldn't defeat Fengzhou, and why the combat effectiveness of the Song army suddenly exploded.

What he didn't understand was why he and his Imperial Guards were scared of the pouring rain wherever they went.

You must know that this is October, the sky is cold, and even the strongest people will feel cold to the bone.

But the pursuers of the Song army were very tidy.

In a few brief encounters, he could feel that his opponent didn't seem to be caught in the rain.

Could it be that the boat is also a ghost?

"When I return to the north of the Huai River, I will swear to take revenge!"

Glancing back, the rain was pouring down, Wan Yanliang didn't see the pursuers, but he felt that the pursuers were everywhere. He gasped and roared at the sky.

The Foresters who followed him roared in the same way, their voices no longer threatening for a reason, but like the wail of a wolf when it had no way out.

No matter how elite the army was, in such cold weather, they encountered heavy rain all the time, and ran wildly in the mud for dozens of miles, they still had to stop and rest. Let the horse regain some strength.

Then he was horrified to find that several Jin generals such as Yelu Yuanyi and Tushan Shousu did not follow.

"They'd better die!" he felt hatred in his heart.

After such a fiasco, it may be difficult for these people to regain allegiance to him, and if they are lucky enough to escape back to the north, I am afraid that they will surrender to Wan Yanyong as soon as possible.

So, they'd better die.

Wan Yan Liang is Chinese New Year's Eve two years old, he has a strong body, and can tolerate failure, but he cannot tolerate the betrayal of his men.

"The leader of the Black Witch Sect, Shan Honglie, is far better than his son, and Chai Ping said that his senior brother Guo Tong is the number one master on Wutai Mountain, and his mana is ten times higher than Chai Ping, and all the temples respect him very much, if these two people are invited, they will definitely be able to kill Feng Zhou!"

Thinking of this, he gasped, touched the rain on his face, and ordered, "Rest for a while, we must leave immediately!"

At that moment, the rain in the sky suddenly stopped.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but smile happily.

Without rain, they should have fled faster.

But Wan Yanliang was shocked.

The rain stopped, meaning they didn't need it anymore.

Could it be that they have already plugged in?

As soon as he thought of this, he heard a long howl: "Wanyan Liang, Lu Ren Xin Qiji is here, this time you don't want to escape!"

With this long whistle, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded in front, and soon a cavalry of the Song army of hundreds of people appeared in front of them.

There is no trace of the cold rain on the army of these hundreds of people, all of them are full of energy, and the fighting spirit is high, and the leader is a big man, wearing light armor, holding a long knife, heroic and extraordinary, it is the general of the Song army, Xin Qiji.

And on the horse beside him, there was a young Taoist priest sitting on the horse, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at his bright eyes, like looking at ants.

Wan Yanliang's heart sank, and a look of despair immediately rose.

Fengzhou is here, and he is the golden emperor, and he is in a catastrophe!