No matter what kind of wariness Wanyan Honglie had for the Song Dynasty, the current situation was not up to him to make any other choice than to negotiate peace. Even on the terms of peace, he had no bargaining power at all, no matter what the Song Dynasty said, he could only do it.

Unless, he still dares to fight.

It is impossible to fight again, the Northern Expeditionary Army's soldiers Jin Guo cannot be stopped at all, hundreds of thousands of soldiers have been buried, and the bloody lesson is unbearable for Jin Guo not to lower his head.

The Jin State has been greatly injured, and the Mongols are still wreaking havoc in the territory, Wanyan Honglie's only thought now is that the Northern Expeditionary Army will withdraw its troops as soon as possible, and then send Temujin's Mongolian iron cavalry back to the steppe as soon as possible.

How to recuperate and restore national strength in the future, how to take revenge, and how to expand the territory are all things for later. The main task now is to negotiate peace!

Wanyan Honglie's idea was unanimously supported by most of the nobles and high-ranking officials of the Jin Kingdom, and in the sound of peace from top to bottom, this time Song and Jin negotiated peace, which was faster and more efficient than any previous time.

In just half a month, all the processes have been in place.

The Northern Expeditionary Army retreated, leaving not a single soldier in the place north of Baoding Province.

The whole country of Jin was cheering, all of which were happy for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe. Only Wanyan Honglie and a few others secretly clenched their teeth, clenched their fists, locked themselves in darkness, isolated from all the hustle and bustle outside, licking their wounds alone, and their eyes radiated hatred from time to time.

Hatred was directed not only against the Song dynasty, but also against the Mongols.

The Mongols are also leaving, and outside the central capital, all households are empty, and they are either captured by the Mongols or killed. Jochi and other Mongol generals. From time to time, he patronized the central capital, looking for dignitaries and dignitaries of the Jin Kingdom, and patronized them door to door, asking for treasures and women.

These aristocratic officials hated the Mongols to the extreme, and naturally resented the Mongols for their introduction to the Jin Kingdom. It's just that the brave iron cavalry of the Mongols is outside the city, and Wanyan Honglie is also the prince of the prison country, holding all the military and political powers, and they can't afford to offend any one. You can only knock out your teeth and swallow them in your stomach.

This kind of grievance did not last long, and the news that Wan Yan Jing drove back to Beijing made many high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the central capital invariably move their minds, even Wan Yan Hongxi, who had already become a waste in everyone's eyes. He also opened his cloudy eyes, and there was a light of resentment and unwillingness in them.

The high-ranking officials and dignitaries who had been bullied by the Mongols raised their pens one after another, and one after another accusing the prince of conniving at the violence of the Mongols were sent to Wan Yanjing by his henchmen like snowflakes. Among them, the old henchmen of Wanyan Hongxi are the most active, and they know it well. This is the last chance, if you can't bring down Yan Honglie this time. What awaits them will be doomed.

On the surface, the central capital city was full of joy and celebration, but in fact there was an undercurrent surging, and Wanyan Honglie had the help of the Iron Palm Gang, how could he not know? At this time, there was a thick stack of accusations against him on his bookcase.

Wanyan Honglie's face was distorted to the extreme, but he didn't expect Daikin to just win a respite. These people jumped out impatiently to deal with themselves.

Now that he is the prince of the prison country, he is in power, and he has the great merit of keeping Dajin Sheji, so it stands to reason that at this time, he will finish Yan Jing, the emperor. Under his light, it should also be in name only.

It's just that the Mongols were too brutal and offended too many people, and these people couldn't help the Mongols, so they put the account on their heads. They all want to talk about it, turn their great achievements into big crimes, take away the real power in their hands, and return to Yan Jing.

Wan Yan Honglie frowned deeply, Wan Yan Jing is not afraid, an emperor who escaped from the battle, his prestige is not enough to suppress him, the prince of the prison country, what is terrible is the centrifugal departure of the dignitaries of the Manchu Dynasty, losing the support of these people, and the power in his hands is not much.

How can their resentment be appeased? Wanyan Honglie can't think about it, maybe only a bloody suppression of those Mongols can be reversed?

But can these old soldiers of Dajin at the moment really be able to suppress the unparalleled iron cavalry of the Mongols?

This question, now I am afraid that only a Shengdou Xiaomin can give a correct answer.

Compared with Wanyan Honglie, Yue Wudi's mood was much better, and boxes of old coins and ransoms for those noble prisoners were registered and stored by the Northern Expeditionary Army one by one.

These are all trophies, completely under the control of the Northern Expeditionary Army, and will not be handed over to the imperial court, under the military authority of the Northern Expeditionary Army, the imperial court has not the slightest objection to this.

He also said that to let the Northern Expeditionary Army return to the dynasty, the Son of Heaven would personally meet with the meritorious soldiers. But it was rejected by Han Yanxuan, the north has been sinking for a hundred years, the rule of the Jin State is deep-rooted, and the Northern Expeditionary Army will remain in the land of Henan and Shandong, sweeping up the unevenness.

As soon as the soldiers received the credit and the corresponding rewards, Han Yanxuan had already compiled a book and sent it to the military department. Under the power of Han Yanxuan, the military department did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and made decisions one by one according to the records in Han Yanxuan's merit book.

Many meritorious disciples of the Ming Sect and the academy not only served as generals and colonels at all levels of the Northern Expeditionary Army, but some even went deep into the court and even other armies.

Among them, the people who contributed the most were originally to be transferred to other places and sit on one side. But they themselves refused and voluntarily stayed in the Northern Expeditionary Army, such as Qu San, who stayed and became the general of the Third Army of the Northern Expedition, while Bi Zaiyu became the general of the Fourth Army of the Northern Expedition.

Han Yanxuan and Xin Qijian are naturally well-deserved first meritorious figures, but Han Yanxuan has already been a very popular minister, and there is nothing more, and Emperor Ningzong can only symbolically add him the titles of Taishi and Prime Minister.

In fact, he was originally a military affair of Pingzhang, and all major military affairs were decided in one word, first cut and then played, and he was arbitrary, and his power had even exceeded the authority of the prime minister long ago.

Such a reward is just a sign of honor. Moreover, after the victory of the Northern Expedition, I am afraid that even Emperor Ningzong will not be able to remove it.

As for Xin Qiji, he was crowned Taifu and the secretary of the military department. Participating in political affairs is essentially the second prime minister.

Yue Wudi's strategic purpose of launching the Northern Expedition War has been achieved to a large extent, but because of some accidents, it has been done to Yan Honglie's side. It doesn't seem to be going well.

Jin is weak now, there should be a strong ruler, Wanyan Honglie is the best candidate, only he can effectively consume the power of Mongolia.

It was only because of Jochi's audacity that a series of consequences caused the nobles of the Jin State not only to hate the Mongols, but also to Wanyan Honglie's head, making him in a bad situation now.

"Fortunately, this is not irremediable...... Yue Wudi looked north. Thoughts.

Han Yanxuan smiled on the side: "The sect leader always has a way to turn an unfavorable situation into an advantage, and the subordinates of the True Sect admire this. "Now it's only him and Yue Wudi here, so he didn't shy away from calling it.

Yue Wudi said with a smile: "You are now the prime minister of iron, your power is overwhelming, no one can compare, why do you still come to compliment me like this and let outsiders see it." Isn't it jaw-dropping? ”

Han Yanxuan smiled bitterly and said: "How do outsiders know that they really master the heroic division of the Northern Expeditionary Army." It will be a young dragon hidden under the water, and it will not know that when the wind and clouds suddenly change, this dragon will rise up on the wind and turn into a real dragon!"

Yue Wudi smiled slightly and did not continue the topic. Instead, he asked, "Is the top of the light ready?"

"Sect Leader rest assured, this operation is presided over by the Qinglu King, he has always been steady, and there will be no mistakes, I think. In a few days, we will hear good news. Han Yanxuan also replied with a straight face.

"Well, that's good. Yue Wudi nodded lightly, thought for a moment, took out another piece of letterhead, wrote a few lines of words that did not make sense, and then sealed it with a bamboo tube, walked out of the tent alone, handed the bamboo tube to Honghu, patted it on the head, and said two words softly: "Jing'er." ”

Although Honghu didn't understand how to write the word Jing'er, he clearly knew who these two syllables represented. So he took the bamboo tube and flew high and headed north.

Temujin, Zamuhe, and Sankhun swept northwest like the wind with the remaining 40,000 troops, as well as the looted property and women, if it weren't for the fact that these Mongols would not have been able to bring anything more, they would have to plunder along the way.

The Mongol cavalry pitched their tents that night, and almost every Mongol, except for the cavalry in charge of the parade, was either counting the treasure or enjoying the plundered women.

Temujin and Zamuhe and others are no exception, and their women are naturally the best women, they are all young ladies and county lords of the famous family of the Jin Kingdom, and they can only be reduced to a plaything at this time.

This time the anti-Song Dynasty aid was unexpectedly smooth, and the Dajin Kingdom, which had always been high, suddenly became the prey of what was desired, so that these wolves on the grassland were a little proud and proud while enjoying the rich prey.

Guo Jing and Torre have an independent tent, Torre has already slept, but Guo Jing can't sleep, he knows that many women who have been humiliated in the Mongolian tent, although many are Jin, but there is also no shortage of Han people. Thinking of this, there is a burning anger in my heart.

Unconsciously, the Mongols seemed to have changed in his heart, they were so hospitable, brave and rough, and at this time they all became heinous demons.

"I can't intercede for them, and I can't stop them. Because even if I do this, it will only be in vain, and it will only make me no longer able to control the military power of the Mongols, and I will no longer be able to restrain this group of demons......" In his mind, a rational voice warned Guo Jing.

However, no matter how much he admonished, the anger and irritability in his heart were not extinguished at all, and Guo Jing began to hate himself, feeling that he was too useless to protect these Han women.

"I'm going to get stronger!" seemed to utter such an urgent cry for the first time in his little heart.

So he turned over and sat up, walked out of the tent, walked far away to a corner on the edge, and began to practice the easy tendon and bone forging chapter. The cultivation of martial arts can always calm his mind, and after practicing a few times of Yi Jian Bone Forging Chapter, Guo Jing felt that his mind was clearer. He looked up at the sky, his eyes twinkling, and pondered how to win Temujin's deeper trust and grasp the Mongols' military power as soon as possible.

Suddenly, above the dark sky, there seemed to be a little whiteness floating by, and then it drifted back again, stopping in the sky above itself, and then suddenly swooping down.

"It's Uncle Yue's Honghu!" The white dot was getting closer and closer, and Guo Jing suddenly recognized it, and he was extremely surprised in his heart. Whenever he was confused, Uncle Yue would always ask Honghu to bring a letter to help him.

"Uncle Yue knows the troubles in my heart again? But this time, maybe he can't do anything, right?" Guo Jing looked at the Honghu falling from the sky, thinking like this in his mind.

Honghu fell, gently stretched his long neck, and then handed the bamboo tube in his mouth to Guo Jing's face, Guo Jing touched Honghu's head, and then took the bamboo tube, and was about to stroke the smooth and white wings of Honghu, Honghu had taken the wings and gently patted Guo Jing's head, and then flapped his wings and flew away.

"It's still so stingy!" Guo Jing touched his head that was a little painful, and couldn't help muttering, and when his eyes looked at the bamboo tube, his little face turned colored.

Slowly opened, took out the letter paper, and there were those words that did not make sense on it, fortunately, Guo Jing had firmly imprinted the code book in his mind, compared them one by one, deciphered them, and then went through them coherently in his mind, and his face turned white in an instant, and then a pair of big eyes condensed, thinking of the humiliation of those Han women, his eyes were firm.

Back in the tent, Guo Jing looked at the top of the tent with his eyes open, and after a while, he fell asleep. Before dawn the next day, I got up early as usual to practice the easy tendon and bone forging chapter, and then waited until Torre got up, and then practiced horseback archery together.

It's business as usual, no different from usual.

It's just that when the Mongolian cavalry marched to a steep canyon, Guo Jing's big eyes shrank suddenly, quietly bit his fingers, and drew a red flame pattern on his sleeve.

But he was discovered by Torre on the side, and Torre asked curiously: "Guo Jing, what did you draw?

Guo Jing thought about it for a while, gritted his teeth in his heart, and said, "It's good-looking, I'll draw one for you too!"

"Wow, that's pretty! I'll go draw one for Temujin!" exclaimed Torre with joy.

"Don't!" Guo Jing hurriedly stopped: "Torrey, this is a secret between us, you have to promise me not to tell anyone, including Temujin, otherwise I will erase your pattern." (To be continued.) )