Looking at all aspects, a summary can be obtained.

That is, the heavy armor class was indeed one of the most difficult armies in ancient times.

Otherwise, how could the Jin army gallop unscrupulously like a whirlwind in the northern part of the Yangtze River in the Great Song Dynasty?

Therefore, Liu Zhiwang's dream could not be realized.

He couldn't get used to sticky, so he could only endure it.

But then again, Liu Zhiwang, a civil official, is a real dog!

Here, the emperor is talking to the powerful general of the Jin State.

He actually had the idea of assassinating the enemy general.

Although it is a bit suspicious that Zhao Shuo does not talk about martial arts, Long Yan is very disappointed.

But reading that he was so rude, whether it was to vent his hatred for Sticky Han, or it made people feel excusable.

"You're sticky?" Zhao Shuo lay on the battlement, looking down.

The appearance of squinting eyes not only looks vigorous, but also looks a little down on the general below.

"It's Ben Shuai, your little emperor has not dried up, so disrespectful? Is this your attitude of begging? ”

"Are you really sticky?" Zhao Shuo asked again.

The sticky Han under the city suddenly became even more angry, and said depressedly: "Zhao Huan, don't talk nonsense, if you want to surrender, open the city gate." ”

"Hehe, you reckless man, who said I was going to surrender? I want you to surrender. ”

"What did you say?"

Sticky Han looked shocked, and after a while, the whole person seemed to have received the greatest humiliation in his life, and said with a hideous face: "Zhao Huan, don't know what to do, now my Dajin 150,000 army has surrounded your Bianliang City to the fullest. The army of the West Road that you have in mind is also difficult to break through in Tongguan, and their fate is not much better. ”

"So you're still thinking of waiting for them to come to their aid? It's a dream. ”

Liu Zhiwang, who was on the tower of the city, was furious: "Bold and sticky, how do you talk to my Great Song Tianzi?" ”

Seeing that Liu Zhiwang, the mouth cannon player, was about to spray again.

Zhao Shuo waved his hand, signaling for such an occasion to be handed over to himself.

Liu Zhiwang nodded and gave the stage to Zhao Shuo.

Zhao Shuo lay on the city wall with his hands and leaned forward slightly.

Condescendingly shouted: "Sticky Han, you don't brag to me anymore!" With you, can you break through the impregnable Bianliang City? ”

"Why, you kid doesn't believe it!"

"Haha, of course I don't believe it, you gold thieves and wolves have ambitions, if you can break the city, will you come to visit me?"

"All you want is to scare me, thinking that I will surrender because of cowardice? Go home and dream your spring and autumn dreams. ”

"To tell you the truth, in the current Bianliang City, millions of soldiers and civilians will fight to the death with gold thieves!"

Zhao Shuo's words made him red-faced.

Sticky Han smiled angrily: "Okay, you Zhao Huan, you know that there are tigers in the mountains, and you prefer to go to the tiger mountains." Where did you get your confidence in the dog emperor? Think you can stop Ben Shuai with the stinky fish and rotten shrimp under his command? ”

"Now, give you one last chance, obediently go out of the city and surrender, otherwise, after the city is broken, Ben Shuai will use your head as a urinal."

The more Sticky Han spoke, the more inconsequential he became.

This also echoes his gruff character.

For a while, Kim Yu-gi and other Jin Army pioneers burst into laughter.

Their extremely contemptuous smiles obviously didn't take Zhao Shuo in their eyes.

At this time, a person came out of Kim Yuki's queue.

The man rode a red horse and staggered to Sticky Han's side.

Zhao Shuo saw that the man must be fifty or sixty years old, and he was a Song man.

It's just that the thief's slippery white face and mouse eyes have already determined his pattern.

It's almost all the way with Gao Yu.

The man bowed to Mu Han, and immediately said, "Qinzong, my name is Lu Zhaoyang, first of all, congratulations on your ascension to the throne. ”

"Secondly, I want to persuade the Zhao official family, as the saying goes, those who know the times are Junjie."

"It has been a year since the army of the Ersong Dynasty started the war with our Jin State. Have you ever won a battle in the Song army? No! ”

"On the contrary, the army of the Western Road, which you had high hopes for, is now also blocked from Tongguan by my Jurchen elite iron cavalry, and it is bitter."

"The overall trend, they are defeated."

"On the other hand, my Jin Kingdom waved its army south, swept Youyan, and consolidated the northern border. Now that you are under the imperial capital of the imperial city, it is just like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, compared to you, you also know that with the current strength of the Song Dynasty, if you want to stop us, it is like a mantis arm blocking the car. ”

"Instead of the entire Bianliang City falling into Shura Purgatory at that time, it is better for you to show the mercy of the king, be a benevolent and righteous king, and surrender Kaicheng with peace of mind."

"The general of my family can open up to you, of course, you have to pay the full amount of silver taels and grain and grass according to the agreement."

"Otherwise, this matter must not be left unsettled."

Lu Zhaoyang's words, Zhao Han's hands trembled with anger.

A group of civil officials on the city tower also beat their chests and stomped their feet, showing great anger.

Zhao Shuo gritted his teeth and stared at the half-pulled old man below, scratched his head and asked, "What did you say your name was when you old thing?" The old man looked displeased, and replied in a cold voice: "I am Lu Zhaoyang, a staff member of General Jin Guoda's account. ”

At this time, the people next to Zhao Shuo said: "Your Majesty, that Lu Zhaoyang was originally a Song minister, and he was a traitor to my Great Song Dynasty. ”

Zhao Shuo nodded, and scolded angrily at the city: "Oh, you are a traitor to my Great Song Dynasty, a corrupt scholar with no bones!" ”

As soon as Zhao Shuo's words came out, Lu Zhaoyang looked stunned.

was about to open his mouth to refute, but Zhao Shuo took the lead again: "Lu Zhaoyang, you have lived for such a long time, and you are completely rude, righteous and shameless!" ”

"As my Great Song people, you read the classics of sages, what are you doing now? You actually helped the gold thief to invade my Great Song Dynasty, such an act, giving birth to a child is not blind, and it is no different from a beast. ”

Zhao Shuo was full of firepower, and he was furious.

directly gave Lu Zhaoyang below a stunned moment.

Even the sticky Han standing beside him was scolded.

Growing his mouth, he wanted to interrupt but was helpless.

No one thought that the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty would be so open-mouthed and directly sprayed the humane heart collapsed!

The Great Song Scholars, who were also standing on the city tower with Zhao Shuo, were even more so.

They gasped.

Recalling that in the past two days, His Majesty the Emperor punished those traitorous ministers, and his words were not so vulgar, obviously the emperor was already very good before.

But Lu Zhaoyang couldn't swallow this breath.

Originally, he relied on the old man and sold the old man and wanted to stand by Sticky Han's side to help Sticky Han angrily scold the Great Song Emperor.

I didn't think that I had just beeped two sentences, and I was trembling by Zhao Shuo.

Suddenly angry, he raised his head and roared: "Okay, you Zhao Huan, your Zhao clan is weak and incompetent, and you are a king!" Your dad is a piece of waste, and you are even more! ”

"Now that the luck of the Great Song Dynasty has passed, you still don't kowtow and pray for surrender? Obey the destiny of heaven! ”

"But in the city, you are talking nonsense, and you are swearing foul language, where is the dignity of your Great Song Dynasty?"

To say that Lu Zhaoyang, who is trembling and cold, is worthy of being a traitor of the Song Dynasty who knows the roots.