Bang, the teacup fell to the ground and smashed.

Even though Fang La had experienced all kinds of storms, he had already made corresponding psychological preparations. However, after learning that the Wulong Ridge was easily broken by the Song army, he was still panicked and shook his hand and fell the celadon tea bowl that he had used to. The person stood there blankly and could not come back to his senses for a long time.

Wulongling, where he thought he could block the strong attack of a million troops and allow his foundation to last for at least a few more years, was actually broken by the Song army in less than ten days? This was something he could not believe in any case, even if the person who came to report the matter was Fang Fei, whom he trusted the most. At this time, the only thing he could do was to murmur in a low voice: "How is this possible, how is this possible..."

Fang Fei was also full of fear, but he still suppressed his emotions and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, you must make plans as soon as possible. The army ahead and the soldiers in Muzhou City are all in chaos. Once the Song army arrives, it will be difficult to defend. We must leave this place and escape to the rear..."

"Escape? Where else can we escape?" After asking this softly, Fang La's emotions finally broke out: "We still have Huzhou in Suzhou, and we still have Hangzhou without Huzhou... Even if Hangzhou is lost, you tell me that there is Wulongling that can block the Song army's offensive! But now, it is gone, even the last barrier has been broken by the Song army, Muzhou is in danger, and where can I go if I escape without all this? Wulongling, isn't Wulongling called a natural barrier by you? How come it fell in a short time? What's going on?"

Fang Fei's body also shook suddenly, and then said bitterly: "According to the soldiers who fled back, the Song army used magic this time... they could actually control the wind, crossed hundreds of feet of Wulong Ridge Mountain from the sky, and killed behind our army. During this period, the soldiers guarding the pass had completely collapsed, and the main force of the Song army took advantage of the situation to launch a fierce attack, so the pass city was suddenly broken and the entire army collapsed..."

"How is this possible! Why did the Song army suddenly know the magic trick? If they really know the magic tricks, the city was defeated by so much time before? Someone must have betrayed me for fear of death and cooperated with the Song army inside and outside to break my Wulong Ridge, right? Yes, it was Fang Bainian, he was greedy for life and feared death, so he turned on and surrendered early in the morning and used such nonsense to deceive me, right? Without magic tricks, where did this world come from?" For some reason, Fang La suddenly denied Fang Fei's explanation, almost distorted his face, grabbed the other party's arm and asked as if he begged.

Fang Fei was silent. In fact, when he received this bad news, he could not believe such a ridiculous statement. Perhaps the foolish men and women in the folk would easily believe those gods and ghosts, but he never believed in such things, nor did he think that he could fly with some magic and break the dangerous barriers like Wulong Ridge.

But the facts are in front of him, and it is difficult for him to explain. The only thing he can say is: "Your Majesty, the hundred-year-old brother has died in Wulong Ridge. He is loyal to Wu and his Majesty... And now it is not the time to pursue these things anymore. Let's leave Muzhou quickly, go to Qingxi, and go to Bangyuan Cave... There are many dangerous mountains and rivers there, and the terrain is the most complicated. As long as we hide in it, we are not afraid that the Song army can find us easily. As long as we survive, we will have a chance to make a comeback!"

"Gee..." A strange laughter came from Fang La's mouth, and his face was full of despair: "Go back to Qingxi and go to the Yuandong? You think we have a chance to turn over in this way..." He said, staring at each other, as if crying and laughing: "It's impossible, we are dead. Since that's the case, why bother to go to my hometown again and harm all the elders of my hometown?"

Fang La was the one who came from Bangyuan Cave in Qingxi County, Muzhou. His family was also from where he first started to make trouble. Just like the desperate King of Western Chu on the Wujiang River, who refused to go back alone to Jiangdong, Fang La was really shameless to go back to meet the villagers and elders there.

Fang Fei was even more anxious when he heard this. He knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, although we are defeated, we are not at the end of our journey. You cannot give up. Otherwise, those soldiers who have been living and dying for us and have no regrets will all sacrifice their lives in vain? Ten Buddhas, ten springs, a hundred years... None of them wants Your Majesty, you just accept your fate. Even at this time, our ministers still hope that Your Majesty can save your life and leave hope for our Wu Kingdom... The Song Dynasty's ruler and ministers have made the people of the world suffer all their hardships. My Wu Kingdom is the one who saves the people, even if they encounter great difficulties, they should grit their teeth and persevere. Although Sun Tu has the upper hand for a while, as long as he can't kill us, I believe there will be a chance to turn the tables. Your Majesty..."

After a few words, his forehead had cracked and his face was covered in blood, but his kowtow did not stop and he still kowtowed wildly: "Your Majesty, we could have grown up from the ridge a few years ago. As long as we were given a chance, I believe we could have risen again in the future. Please think twice..."

These persuasions were as straight as cuckoos crying blood, and every word was like a hammer, constantly bombarding Fang La's heart, who had been desperate and numb, and finally made the expression on his face change slightly. He thought of everything in the past, from the fact that his ancestors' family business was almost destroyed by those corrupt officials, to the anger, to the support of many brothers, he slowly opened up a foundation and built a city...

All this seemed to be yesterday for Fang La. Thinking of the hard work of those brothers and ministers for the Wu Kingdom, thinking of the diligent work and rushing forward by wise ministers like Fang Fei, he was even more dissatisfied. He was not convinced, why did the country he had worked hard to defeat in a short period of time? He was not convinced by Sun Tu, and could sweep across the south of the Yangtze River with only tens of thousands of soldiers, and drove himself to such a savage land. He was even more dissatisfied with himself, and he was even more dissatisfied with the fact that he was about to fall into the hands of such an imperial hawk and eventually was killed...

The furious and unrestrained eyes finally ignited again. He could not let Fang Fei and his others down, and he could not let down the hearts of the brothers who died in front of him. Fang La's fist suddenly clenched. After taking a deep breath, his eyes finally became firm: "Call everyone, we will withdraw from Muzhou, retreat to Qingxi, and retreat to the mountains we are most familiar with, so that the government troops will never find us again. When we have the opportunity in the future, we will kill us again." "I obey the order!" After hearing this, Fang Fei finally came to pineapple. After kowtowing again, he felt a dizzy head and was about to fall to the ground. The constant kowtowing and begging just now had caused him a lot of injuries. Coupled with the huge pressure over the past few days, he finally couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, Fang La supported him: "From today, you and I will be called brothers. All emperors and prime ministers have become the past. After we go back, we will still be..."

Although he no longer called himself the king, he no longer had the fear he had before and turned back to the great hero who could quickly raise tens of thousands of anti-army troops in Jiangnan and annex half of Jiangnan for several years.

"Okay, Fourth Brother, we are ready to set off now. While the Song army has not arrived yet, we should leave this place of failure." With the help of the other party, Fang Fei stood up and wiped away the blood on his cheeks casually, he cheered up again and ran out in a hurry.

In just half a day, the entire Muzhou fell into an unprecedented panic. Countless people and soldiers began to run around to convey messages, and some began to pack their luggage and softly. Here, Fang La does have a strong appeal. If he conveys it in just one sentence, he will respond like clouds.

Although many people were still full of incomprehension about this, they felt that Muzhou City could actually defend it, at least it could stop the Song army for a while, but Fang La's determination this time was extremely fast, and he had no intention of discussing with them at all. He forced the army to leave. Because he knew very well that the Song army, which had already captured so many cities and even the Wulong Ridge was easily captured, came to Muzhou, and the defenders here would collapse in a while, and they would not be able to leave even if they wanted to.

So on this day in late March, Fang La gave up his last city and took the army and a considerable number of people to Qingxi to avoid the more complex terrain and was not conducive to the mountains that the Song army attacked. In fact, even he himself never thought that the people here would be so life and death-along with them, and they would even leave all their family business and flee to the mountains with him.

Of course he wouldn't know that this was not because he was really good and had more hearts from the people. It was because compared with him, the officials of the Song Dynasty at that time were even more unpopular, and made the people worried that they would be pursued later. So in their opinion, there was still a glimmer of life following Fang La, but staying in Muzhou City would be a dead end.

Only a few elderly, weak, sick and disabled people couldn't go too far and didn't want to become a burden to others. They stayed nervously, waiting for the Song army to arrive, and then vent their anger on themselves.

On March 23, the fifth year of Xuanhe in the Song Dynasty, shortly after the Song army captured Wulong Ridge, Wulong Ridge, the last city in Wu, was defeated without attack. The bandit leader Fang La and his remaining people fled into Qingxi again and entered the deep mountains. All the prefectures and cities had been recaptured by the Song army.

Three more days later, Sun Tu finally led his army to Muzhou City. After watching such an empty city standing there without any defensive power and no more anticipational battle, Sun Tu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He knew that the Jiangnan Rebellion was about to be put down, and now there is only the last little thing left to clean up.
Chapter completed!