On the battlefield of Zezhou, at night, the battlefield of fire and fighting continued. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A drop of rain fell from the sky and landed in the palm of the hand, a little cold, and then the roaring rain washed over the dead leaves, and in a blink of an eye, a thin layer of mist was cast on the mountain.

The road became slippery, and a fan who delivered the message ran on the mountain road, handed the news to the white-faced handsome young eunuch, who waved him back, turned and trotted towards the highest part of the hillside.

The high part of the hillside is not far from the camp, Xiao Chenzi's footsteps are fast, the slippery mud makes him almost fall, and Cao Shaoqing, who is standing next to him, is holding a paper umbrella in his sight, trying to look at the battle on the field behind the fog, and soon, the young eunuch approached respectfully, his face was stained with rain, and he had a happy expression.

"Overseer, good news, Wanyan Zonghan's old wolf is surrounded, and the rest of the Jin generals who want to rescue are also entangled, at this time Niu Gao and Gao Zhong are storming the Jurchen Chinese army's big tent, and this battle is finally coming to an end. By the way, the slave almost forgot, and the old Zhou seniors were also over there. ”

Bai Ning sat elegantly on the chair, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the autumn rain falling, after listening to his words, his eyes opened, he took the information and glanced at it in his hand, his eyes looked at the mist on the mountainside, and he was neither expressionless nor spoken.

Cao Shaoqing and Xiao Chenzi, who were standing on both sides, looked at each other, and couldn't guess whether Lord Admiral's mood was good or bad at this moment, and the two of them didn't dare to speak casually, and the silence made people feel depressed.

"The trapped beast is fighting... It's just a strange thing for this governor, Wanyan Zonghan has no reason not to see the number of our General Yue's path, although the fight is a little longer, but it is too smooth, don't you think it's strange?"

The note slipped from between Bai Ning's fingers and fell to the ground, and his fingers tapped on the armrest, making a soft click.

The slave also felt that there was something wrong with it. Cao Shaoqing frowned, and was the first to speak: "It is impossible to lose to Yue Fei, who has just held the power of the army, with Zhanhan's experience, but... He's already besieged, and it's a fact, what else can he stir up?"

"So he's putting his life at risk... Risking his own life..."

Bai Ning looked ahead, there was a flickering fire, and nodded thoughtfully, "Maybe we all fell for that old guy's trick." ”

Cao Shaoqing and the others frowned in confusion.

"Some people can't see through the situation of this war, he understands, and he also understands the changes in the Wu Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom in the past few years, Tan Han is heartbroken, and he wants to make changes to let the Jurchens re-emerge in the predicament of infighting. ”

The autumn rain is thin and soft, falling on the leaves. Bai Ning said calmly, got up from the chair, flicked his sleeves and left his position and walked down, and the bright and dark brocade guards and fans around him walked down with him.

At the front of the camp, a team of hundreds of people gathered in the rain, Bai Ning took the horse and turned over, and looked at the two people behind him and even Yang Zhi and Jin Jiu, who led the team: "The dead old wolf has no value to the Wu Dynasty, on the contrary, it is not good, it should be our past." ”

"Yes, Overseer. ”

Soon after, the footsteps of the procession disappeared into the misty autumn rain......

The tent burned in the rain, illuminating most of the night, and the shadow of the man dragged on the ground and ran, fighting with another shadow, and more people cooperated with each other to tear apart the crowd and take the handsome flag and the Marshal of the Kingdom of Jin, Wanyan Zonghan, who stood below.

"Father, let's go—"

Wanyan Jin Danzi, as the righteous son of Zhan Han, is also the strongest force under his command, but at this time he was quite embarrassed to retreat, pulling the old man to leave, Zhou Dong who rushed over there, waving a heavy gun in his hand, almost no enemy, and the Jin soldiers who pounced were like puppets and were pulled back.

"Where to go!!!" Zhou Dong drank violently, and while sweeping away a person, the tail of the gun was picked up on the ground, and a big bluestone flew up and smashed over there.

The golden bullet dragged his father, turned around and swung the hammer, colliding with the bluestone, dust and fragments splashed in all directions, and the other hand also threw out the second hammer at this moment, and the hammer body took off his hand through the spilled dust, pulling Zong Han to turn around and run.

Bang!!

The old man with all his beard waved his palm, printed the copper hammer into a sunken palm print, flew out, and strode up with his spear, picking up the wooden fence that was burning with flames.

The shattered flames scattered in front of the fleeing duo. Several Jurchen guards were coming, seeing this scene, they swung their knives and rushed straight at Zhou Tong, who was chasing, and they were all neatly solved with one shot and one punch, and when the corpse fell in a pool of blood, Zong Han and Jin Danzi gathered dozens of Jurchen soldiers to guard the left and right, but the old man did not give up, and his footsteps were still running wildly.

The rain was drifting in the autumn wind, and a large number of soldiers had already entered the camp and were rushing towards this side, and the soldiers who had gone crazy were no longer able to extend the killing front on this side without casualties.

Over there, Zhou Tong had already collided head-on with the dozens of Jurchen soldiers with a spear, and Wanyan Jin also jumped into the battle group with a single hammer, the spear danced, and the ping-pong hit became a piece, and Zhou Tong was forced to kill a blood line.

After a while, Wanyan Jin's bullet withdrew from the battle circle, the hand holding the hammer trembled, the shoulder armor on his right shoulder was missing, his shirt was torn, the flesh and blood inside were blurred, and the skulls could be faintly seen in the upturned flesh.

"Father—"

"Let's go!!!, the kid will resist for a while!" he retreated in front of Yan Zonghan and shouted heartbreakingly.

However, for a moment, the one-eyed old man looked at the handsome flag fluttering in the firelight, shook his head, and sighed: "If you don't leave, let's go here." ”

"What?" Wan Yan Jin Danzi's eyes widened and he turned his head.

The black sky, the dim firelight, the handsome flag of the Jin country seemed to have collapsed, and there was an earth-shattering cheer over there, the golden bullet opened his mouth slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled: "... We haven't lost yet... How could the Jurchen lose, as long as his father can go back, he will be able to regain his strength. ”

The old man's hand reached over and stroked the top of his head, and Zong Han raised his gaze: "Ben Shuai didn't think about going back." In his sight, the old man of the Wu Dynasty who bravely rushed forward, and the ordinary soldiers of the Wu Dynasty who were killed around the burning tent, he evoked some memories and squeezed out a smile: "Five years... Everyone has swapped, the current Wu Dynasty is more like the original Jurchens, you see how they kill people, like we were at the beginning? We are learning from them, and they are also learning from us, and finally the Jurchens lost their bravery, and they picked it up, is it ridiculous?"

As he spoke, someone in the Beiwei army found this side, and then a wave of soldiers came over, covered with a rain of whizzing arrows, Zhou Tong swept away the flying arrows with a gun, and the rest of the Jurchens raised their shields to block them, and some people fell to the ground with arrows, and the second wave of bowstrings was tightened, and someone ran at this time.

"The Admiral has an order not to shoot arrows, and to catch them alive. ”

On the steep slope, there was a sudden sound of laughter.

"Hahaha... Hahaha....haha..."Wanyan Zonghan stood there holding the steel knife in both hands, the fine hairs on his fur coat were wet and tightly clinging to each other by the rain, looking embarrassed and desolate.

"What a proud wolf the Jurchen commander, how could he let the enemy catch him—" he said with a smile on his face, and then looked at the black sky.

Reach out to the sky and grasp.

“... With the heavens above, the Jurchens will overcome all difficulties, the brothers will no longer be estranged, no longer infighting, and will be united...... Even if the enemy takes away my eyes and can no longer see, cut off my tongue and no longer speak, and love my family's heart no longer beats, please protect us...... Let the Jurchen brothers and sisters come to their senses, pick up their weapons again, and protect the soil of our survival......"

"Heavens, please testify for me......"

When the majestic voice crossed the sky, tears came from the corners of his eyes, and the one-eyed old man slowly raised the blade in his hand and shouted in Jurchen language in the northwest direction: "Hu Liyan, tell the others, our people, unite-"

In the rain curtain, hearing the sound of death, Wanyan Lou Room and the hundreds of Jurchen cavalry beside him suddenly knelt down and sang the songs of the primitive tribe.

"You will be immortal. Lou Mu whispered in the direction of the fire.

Soon, they rode away from here, and the voice of Wanyan Zonghan spread to the ears of every Jurchen.