On the battlefield, swords and swords are flying, and flesh and blood are flying. Wanyan folded into the first soldier and led the golden soldiers to fight hard. His long knife was stained with blood, but his eyes were still firm and cold.

Zhao Yongji led the Tibetan warriors and fought fiercely with the Song army on the other side. Although they were brave and good at fighting, they were gradually unable to do so under the numerical advantage of the Song army.

"General Wanyan, come and save me!" A Jin soldier general was besieged by several Song troops, and he was in danger and shouted for help.

After hearing the prestige, he saw that the general was already in danger. He swung his long knife, cut a bloody path, and quickly rushed over. A single sword was swung out, slashing one Song soldier under his horse, followed by another knife that split another Song soldier in half. He was unstoppable like a tiger descending from a mountain.

"The general is mighty!" After the golden soldier was saved, he shouted gratefully.

Wanyan did not respond, he continued to wave the long knife and led the Jin soldiers to break through. They have only one goal, and that is to escape from this place of death.

At the same time, Zhao Yongji also led the Tibetan warriors to fight to the death with the Song army. Although they are small in number, they are all brave and good at fighting, and they are not afraid of life and death. Under the leadership of Zhao Yongji, they miraculously fought their way out.

"Quick! Keep up with me! Zhao Yongji shouted loudly and led the Tubo warriors to flee to the northeast.

Wan Yan Zhenhe also noticed Zhao Yongji's actions, and he brandished his long knife and led the Jin soldiers to follow closely behind. The two groups fought and retreated, and finally came together.

However, the Song army did not give up the pursuit. They followed the coalition forces like appendages. Arrows rained down, and coalition soldiers fell.

"General Wanyan, can we still escape?" A Tibetan warrior asked in despair.

Wan Yan didn't answer, he only knew that they had to move on and find a glimmer of life. He wielded his long knife to cut through the obstacles ahead, leading the remnants of the coalition army to flee after defeat.

The battle lasted a whole day and a night. When night fell, the coalition forces finally fled to a desolate place to the northeast. When they looked back, they saw the torches of the Song army flickering in the distance, and only these scarred soldiers were left around them.

Zhao Yongji sat on the ground exhausted, he gasped and said, "General Wanyan, what should we do next?" ”

He was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Although we lost this battle, we did not completely lose it. We have to regroup, wait for the opportunity, and fight the Great Song again. ”

When Zhao Yongji heard this, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that Wanyan was right. They can't just give up, they have to stick with it. So, he straightened his back and said loudly, "Good! We will definitely be able to make a comeback! ”

Wanyan and Zhao Yongji, these two once invincible generals, have now fled the battlefield like lost dogs. Their faces were full of exhaustion and unwillingness, and their robes had long been soaked with dust and sweat, and had become tattered.

In the process of escaping, Wanyan Fold always had a gloomy face and did not say a word. The anger and humiliation in his heart burned his soul like a raging fire. And Zhao Yongji looked back from time to time, for fear that the pursuers of the Song army would suddenly kill. His eyes flashed with ferocity and cunning, as if he was looking for his next prey.

Wan Yan sat heavily on the ground, panting. His eyes revealed deep exhaustion and helplessness. In this battle, they originally had the advantage, but they didn't expect to end up like this. He couldn't help but wonder if he could really make a comeback and regain his strength.

Zhao Yongji, on the other hand, stood and vigilantly observed the movement in the distance. His face was covered with dust and sweat, but his eyes were still bright. He was secretly thinking about his next plan in his mind. He knew that they had to find a way out as soon as possible.

"Chief Zhao!" Wan Yan suddenly shouted, "What do you think we should do next?" There was a hint of urgency and anxiety in his voice.

Zhao Yongji turned his head and looked at Wan Yan's tired and anxious face, "We must find a safe place to regroup." ”

Wan Yan nodded his head, he also knew that this was the only way out at the moment. But he is not willing to fail, he wants not only to live, but also to regain the lost dignity and glory. So, he took a deep breath, forcibly calmed down, and began to discuss a specific plan with Zhao Yongji.

However, just as they were discussing, they suddenly received news that several prefectures and counties in the southwest of the Dajin Kingdom had been occupied by Zhao Yingluo, the princess of the Great Song Dynasty. The news hit them like a bolt from the blue, leaving them feeling dizzy and hopeless. They never thought that Zhao Yingluo would appear at this time and occupy their territory with lightning speed.

"Zhao Yingluo? How could she ......?" muttered to herself with a face full of disbelief. His heart was filled with shock and doubt, and he even began to doubt the authenticity of the news. But when he saw Zhao Yongji's gloomy and solemn face, he knew that the news was true. Because Zhao Yongji would never joke about this kind of thing.

"Looks like we're going to have to speed things up." Wan Yan took a deep breath and said, "Zhao Yingluo's occupation of Southwest Prefecture and County will inevitably cause a shock to the high-level of the Jin State. We must get to Xiazhou to find Wanyan Sosuke before the situation deteriorates. He knew that Wanyan Sosuke was their only hope and their last straw. Only with the support of Wanyan Sosuke can they make a comeback.

Zhao Yongji didn't speak, just nodded silently in agreement. He knew that Wanyan was right, and now they had no choice but to pin their hopes on Wanyan Zongfu.

But if they wanted to go to Xiazhou, they had to cross the borders of the Great Xia Kingdom. It's a shortcut, but it's also a path full of unknowns and dangers. Zhao Yongji and Wanyan stood on the boundary line, looking at the land of Great Xia in front of them, and their hearts were full of apprehension and expectation.

"Brother Wanyan, what do you think we should do if we go directly through the territory of Great Xia?" Zhao Yongji frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Wan Yan glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer: "What, are you afraid?" ”

Zhao Yongji snorted and straightened his waist: "Afraid? I, Zhao Yongji, have never been afraid! It's just that we need to be careful, because it's not our territory. ”

"It's inevitable to be careful," Wan Yan nodded in folding, "but we have no way back, we can only move forward." Although the Great Xia Kingdom is strong, we are not vegetarians either. Pass the order, and the whole army is ready to go! ”

With Wanyan's order, hundreds of remnants quickly straightened up and embarked on a journey through the territory of Great Xia. However, they never imagined that this would be a dead end.

Ren Dejing, the minister of the Great Xia Kingdom, who was responsible for ambushing Zhao Yongji and Wanyan, had already received the news. He stood high in a valley, overlooking the narrow mountain path below. When he saw the remnants led by Zhao Yongji and the others slowly entering the ambush circle, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Pass my orders, archers prepare!" Ren Dejing waved his big hand, and suddenly the archers on both sides of the valley opened their bows and arrows, aiming at the golden soldiers on the mountain road.

Zhao Yongji and Wanyan Zhihe didn't know anything about this, and they were still fantasizing about being able to smoothly cross the territory of Great Xia and join Wanyan Zongfu. However, it was only when the first arrow whistled at them that they woke up from their dreams.

"There is an ambush! Retreat! Zhao Yongji shouted loudly, but it was too late. A dense rain of arrows rained down from the sky, enveloping the golden soldiers in a state of death.

Wan Yan folded and waved the weapon in his hand, desperately fending off the flying arrows. But the constant screams and the sound of falling to the ground around him made his heart twist. He turned his head to look and saw that Zhao Yongji had already been hit by several arrows, and blood stained his battle robe.

"Zhao Yongji!" Wan Yan exclaimed in surprise and wanted to rush over to the rescue. But a cold arrow struck him in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground with a heavy slam.

Ren Dejing looked at the embarrassed Jin Bing in the valley, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He waved his hand, and the archers stopped shooting. Subsequently, a group of soldiers of the Great Xia Kingdom rushed out from both sides of the valley and captured all the surviving Jin soldiers.

Zhao Yongji was lying in a pool of blood, his breath was weak. He looked at the sky, his heart full of reluctance and remorse. Wanyan was seriously injured and captured, and was carried away by the soldiers of the Great Xia Kingdom. Hundreds of their remnants were almost wiped out in the ambush, with only a few narrowly escaped.

Ren Dejing walked to Zhao Yongji's side and looked down at him: "Do you think you can cross my Great Xia territory?" What a whims! Today's defeat is your own infliction! With that, he turned and walked away, leaving a trail of blood and wailing.