These Northern Song people who suddenly appeared here to him, coughing, but raising their butcher's knives at their compatriots without hesitation, were clearly thinking of begging for death!

They are using their lives to exonerate their family!

Twenty years ago, Yue Wumu of the Southern Song Dynasty was born, which directly ignited the pride of the Han people in the hearts of the northern Song people for the unification of the motherland and the Han people.

However, the weakness and incompetence of Lin'an in the Southern Song Dynasty caused them to endure the massacre of the northern Jin Kingdom again twenty years ago.

In the meantime, there are all kinds of blood and tears.

Twenty years later, Guo Xiaotian led his army north, and this time the Northern Song people, who had suffered countless losses, no longer believed in those from the south.

In order to show his loyalty and avoid the failure of the Northern Expedition this time, the Jin State cut the Butcher Knife Emperor on himself again, and of course he could only hand over the "name letter" on Guo Xiaotian, a group of Southern Song Dynasty soldiers!

If they die, everything will be over.

But if they blocked this Guo Xiaotian's army outside the city of Bianjing in Kaifeng. It is enough to prove himself, in case the Jin Kingdom is like twenty years ago, and directly raises the butcher's knife against the Song people in the north.

Of course, these Northland Song people did not leave a way back.

They just came by themselves, and there was no young man around them at all, even if Guo Xiaotian's army succeeded in the future, could they still dig them out of the grave again, and they couldn't vent their anger?

All kinds of causes and effects, thousands of causes, come from them, and naturally end by them.

Yang Tiexin only had a few conversations with the old man who was the leader, and he had already understood their intentions almost instantly!

But at this moment, what can he say to these old men who have died on this battlefield?

It is we who can drive out the Tartars and kill all the kingdoms of Jin. Or can we avenge you?

After the north was occupied by the alien race of the Jin State, the group of scholars in the Southern Song Dynasty shouted too many slogans in connection with the Song Emperor, but they did one bastard thing after another, one after another, constantly refreshing the lower limit of a country's dignity.

Even the title of uncle and nephew came out.

It can be imagined that Emperor Song of Lin'an, because he was afraid of the Jin people going south, how many breakthroughs did he do? The matter of the lower limit of the nation comes!

It doesn't matter how much he consumes the national gas again and again, but the result can be borne by all the Han people!

In the end, even Guo Xiaotian's team intended to cut off from the group of people in Lin'an of the Great Song Dynasty and reorganize the rivers and mountains. But in the north, the fixed image of the Song people has long been constant, and they are still carrying the black pot for that group of people!

These people did not believe, nor did they dare to believe the people who came from the south of the Yellow River.

Twenty years ago, they had already suffered betrayal and scarred again and again, and the pain is still deep in the bone marrow and unforgettable. Could it be that they will have to do it again in 20 years?

Since you want to clear the jade, drive out the Tartars, and meet the Northland, then we will regard it as an obstacle for you.

Carry all the resentment we've accumulated over the decades, and see how far you damned strangers from the south can go!

The sound of horses' hooves sounded from afar, as far as near, even if they were charging towards Yang Tiexin and their army, it was just a group of half-hundred-year-old people over forty or fifty years old, as if most of their feet had stepped into the coffin, waiting to dig up and bury them. But their indifferent and resolute expressions, unexpectedly everyone present at the high speed - we want to kill, then you will not kill us!

It was also at this moment that Yang Tiexin knew in his heart.

With his own word of order, even if it was completely fixed on the pillar of shame in history.

In the south, the group of scholars who couldn't do anything except speak and move their mouths, even if they got any news, knew the choice of the Song people in the north. They will never blame themselves for these things, but will not hesitate to put all the on the heads of their own army.

All the tongues in the world are on the barrel of their pen, black, white, wrong, right, what kind of words are not said by them?

In this world, no matter how disgusting they are, they will selectively forget about it, and then easily erase it with Spring and Autumn brushwork.

On the contrary, those who are hated by that group of readers, no matter how amazing and glamorous they do, they will definitely bear countless infamy in vain!

As for wanting to revive the Yang family, and then show the demeanor of the Yang family general in Tianbo Mansion, and continue the idea of the Yang family's morale, it is estimated that since he said that word, it is estimated that there is no possibility that it will appear in the Southern Song Dynasty.

But even if there is such a price ahead, Yang Tiexin bit it, and immediately made up his mind without hesitation!

You can't have both fish and bear's paws, whether you want to kill yourself or sacrifice yourself for righteousness. Yang Tiexin's self-consciousness is limited, and he can only make his own choice in this impossible choice.

- "Kill! ”

"Boom!"

Suddenly, in the vast sky, there was no intonation, no logic, no matter how carefully you listened, you couldn't hear a meaningful drum sound from this dull and ridiculous sound, which directly interrupted the chaos of the Bianjing battlefield.

In the same way, such an absurd and disgusting drum sound seems to disturb the six senses and disorderly time and space. In an instant, the people in the battlefield in this corner of Yang Tiexin seemed to be wiped off by a dirty rag at the same time, and then flicked and rolled up like crazy.

It was hazy, like the first drum beat before a banquet began, and the sky was shaking in unison.

At this moment, Yang Tiexin only felt a headache, as if his brain was grabbed by an invisible big hand, and then stirred wildly, and finally added ginger, onions and garlic, but due to the chef's poor cooking skills, the cooking became a pot of mushy and indescribable.

Wave after wave of attacks, even upholding the path of ascetic cultivation on the battlefield to sharpen his body and mind, with the unique martial arts secret method of the Yang family, and combined with the intentional or unintentional guidance of Guo Xiaotian, Yang Tiexin, whose martial arts have gradually entered the realm of heaven and man, is still like this, not to mention these people whose cultivation is far inferior to him?

Under the first drum beat of such a celebratory and pleasant banquet, the possibility of standing and standing was completely lost!

The people who were still brave and fearless before, and wanted to dedicate their lives to the peace of Daikin became a group of soft-footed shrimp in an instant, and in just an instant, they all tilted their mouths and eyes, and they were almost unable to control their sphincters.

All righteous words, such as the noble painting style of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, have become a joke in this untenable reality.

This is the first note of the general's "Zhenshi Drum"! Didn't the general already walk into the imperial capital of the Jin Kingdom in Kaifeng, how could he make a move at this time? Yang Tiexin not only had doubts in his heart, but he didn't expect that a flesh-and-blood gift like a flesh and blood sacrifice on a magnificent altar would end in such an absurd ending, which is simply ridiculous......

"Boom!"

Another drum was beating.

However, this time, Yang Tiexin felt an invisible shock wave radiating from him, and the shock wave penetrated his whole body, but it invisibly erased the strange and disgusting abnormalities on his body before.

Then he heard a steady and deep voice like an optimus pillar, a golden beam of the sea.

"Ironheart, leave it to me. How can such an order be uttered by you, the lieutenant of the district? If you want to say, it should be up to me! You're not qualified! ”