The night reached the deepest point, and the rain stopped for a while. The next time, the Jin Dynasty's big flag fell down, and the sound of fighting was surging like a broken dam. Almost all the Beiwei army came up, making Aguituo unable to hold on anymore. The hero cut off his arm and abandoned some of the cavalry, turned around with Wanyan Wushu and fled the battlefield.

Soon, the figures reflected by the flames were connected by fire dragons surrounding the hills.

From the shadows separated and gave way, Wanyan Zonghan's eyes shook slightly, and there were figures in brocade cloaks lined up. A man riding a horse walked under the hill like stars arching the moon and looked up at him.

"The Jin army god...the first time we met." Bai Ning bowed to him.

The old man nodded, "It's the first time, the admiral of the East Factory..." His Chinese language was not very good, and his pronunciation was vague, "But... it's also the last time."

"Isn't really going to surrender?"

"cannot."

Wanyan Zonghan was silent for a moment, "Today, only the dead Zhanhan, and the marshal who surrendered to the Wu Dynasty, be the second Wanyan Zongwang. Bai Ning, you should know that the Japanese general has made up his mind to death before he can awaken the Jurchens who are addicted to pleasure... Just like what you did for your nation..."

"Father!!" Wanyan Jin pushed him with a marble: "What's the point of death? They won't remember you. Wanyan Zong will forget you soon..."

"If you can't leave, Wushu can leave, Loushi can leave, and anyone can leave, but if I don't leave, I will embarrass the Jurchens if I leave or descend!" The old man gently patted his shoulder, looked at the falling rain, and looked at Bai Ning.

Then, he raised the steel knife in his hand.

There were more than ten guards left beside him, and they followed the same action. Wanyan Jin's marble "Ahhh!" made a desperate roar and rushed out towards the black and besieged soldiers below.

Take a step on the hill.

Bai Ning turned around and waved his hand, his voice cold: "Make them!"

The string sound squeaked and then released, and the arrow flew out, hundreds of black shadows covered the running and charging figures.

Puff puff puff puff...

...

Seeing the feather tail trembling on his body, the old man's vision seemed to be pulled away, blood splattered in his eyes, and his dim vision turned red.

The footsteps that rushed out slowed down, and there was a severe pain on the shoulders, chest, and thighs, as if something was embedded in it, slowly becoming numb, and the feet stopped in disobedience.

He could hear the sound of blood flowing.

Gugu...

"I can only walk here, and let the remaining roads continue to move on." Looking up at the sky without stars, slowly closing.

Bang!

The burly body fell down, and the old man who had been living all his life finally gradually disappeared...

In the seventh year of Chuping, in September autumn, the Jin Dynasty Marshal Wanyan Zonghan fought with the Wu Dynasty Beiwei Junyue Fei in Zezhou. After a day and a night, the Jurchen Marshal died in battle. The Wu Dynasty won tragically, which shocked everyone in the world after learning about the expected results.

That night, Bai Ning met Yue Fei in the commander's tent and discussed some content. The next day, the army rested and waited for a day. The severely damaged Beiwei Army continued to go north, crossed Zhongjing Road, and headed straight to Shangjing. At the same time, the Hejian Army of the East Road and Guan Sheng of Daming Prefecture took advantage of the victory to go north, as if he was entering a no-man's land.

The news of Wanyan Zonghan's death was like wings flying north and south. After learning that Zonghan was killed, the whole of Bianliang became boiling. After that, he fell into a brightly lit grand occasion and turned into a city that never sleeps. The prostitutes sang in the building and fiddled with the style. The scholars invited friends to talk about war. They slapped the table in excitement and their faces were flushed.

Some families who were slaughtered by the Jurchens, knelt in front of their homes or on the side of the road with yellow paper on their backs and burned, looking at the paper ashes flying in the dark night, folded their hands together, weeping in tears, and uttering words in the wind so that the family and relatives of the "over there" can rest in peace, and the crying buzzed vaguely in the black.

The east is white, the autumn sun shines in golden light early, and the overlapping palaces reflect a golden ray of light, with figures walking inside.

"Excellent..."

Thinking of the news he received, Cao Zhenchun stood under the eaves with his sleeves in his arms and sighed as he looked at the rising sun. His gray hair showed that he was almost old. In his eyes, a figure walked towards him from afar. He quickly walked towards the other party. The close servant beside him wanted to support him, but he waved his sleeves and pushed him away.

Both sides approached, and smiled instantly spread on the old faces of rouge, and they spoke first: "Mr. Qin came so early, it's still early in the morning court, and His Majesty hasn't woken up yet."

"No, no hurry, Your Majesty is still young... It's okay to sleep a little longer." Qin Hui bowed to him and walked side by side with joy behind him, looking happy. "Besides, I learned the news yesterday and couldn't sleep all night. I arrived in the palace without realizing it. I hope Eunuch Cao won't laugh."

Cao Zhenchun also smiled and nodded: "Originally, our family had no idea about the Northern Expedition, but the Supervisor was too urgent. How dare we servants speak? Fortunately... we won, it's amazing..."

"Yes, it's really amazing... I've been weak for a long time, but I can do it... I was not optimistic about it either... but I really did." Qin Hui nodded and nodded in agreement.

However, the old eunuch walking on the right still turned his head with a smile: "Then... our family seems to see that there is something unhappy in Lord Qin."

Qin Hui shook his head, stopped and looked at the carvings on the palace eaves, and sighed: "It was said to be a great victory outside, but you and I know that this was a miserable victory. It was spread out with the blood of countless soldiers. When you close your eyes, you will think of the miserable situation of the hell on earth outside Bianliang City... I still remember it vividly."

Cao Zhenchun folded his hands and turned around on his lower abdomen, looking at him: "War, there is no one who is immortal. Everyone stands on the millstone and puts on the butcher's knife. Even a general like Yue Fei will inevitably die on the battlefield."

"The people who live are heartbroken."

Qin Hui walked up the steps of the Chugong Hall. At this time, the morning bell rang in the imperial city. He looked over in a daze and sighed: "The war has been over, and the Jin Dynasty Marshal is also dead. The Jurchens in the north must be unable to sit still. Eunuch Cao, we must be prepared for peace talks. It is better to say this if you are discussing the court today."

The old eunuch there frowned slightly and nodded.

Soon, the morning court began.

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At the end of September, the investigation of the entrance and exit of the city gates of Shangjing became severe, and the city was even more nervous. Since the news of Wanyan Zonghan's death came, this has become the case. The people above wanted to block the news, but it was spread in the middle of the night, making it known that the city was once in chaos. Fortunately, the rush was suppressed very quickly. Finally, the Jurchen soldiers arrested people in the city and killed a group of people, and the people gradually became silent.

可

The exquisite Wu Chao Huaci was pushed to the ground. Wanyan Zonggan walked back and forth anxiously in the imperial study room with his hands behind his back. He originally thought that Zong Han could push the Wu Chao army in the past, and he could also take great victory to ascend the throne successfully. In a blink of an eye, Zong Han died and the other party was about to defeat the capital.

During the day, the quarrel between the master and the master of peace in the court was quite a headache. The master of the battle, such as the group of veteran Jurchens who came out of Wanyan and Olu, were naturally unwilling to be humiliated. It was suggested that Zong Gan adjust Yin Keshu and Wan Zhenzimu, and resign these generals back to the capital.

If these people are drawn back, then if Wanyan Zongwang is really in the army of the Wu Dynasty, the whole situation will make him feel less optimistic.

"The Wu Dynasty's army cannot be so capable. It must be Zong Wang who helped him, and there are some traitors of the Jurchens." He thought for sure, and his hands rang on the table indignantly.

Outside the door, footsteps came and someone knocked on the door.

The one who came in was Wanyan Zongjun, who was also the eldest son of Wanyan Aguda. However, one was born in a vassal and the other was born in a legitimate manner. The two met in the study, which became a bit subtle.

"What are you here to do?"

"Summon."
Chapter completed!