As night fell, the Huazhou Prison was as hot as a steamer.
Wanyan Zongbi’s upper body was naked, still dripping with sweat.
He was furious at the moment.
Wanyan Zongwang sent Ba Lisu to Huazhou to discuss peace, but he, the fourth prince, Wanyan Zongbi, was ignored.
Not even a word was mentioned.
Originally Wanyan Zongbi thought that the Jin people would ask him to return to camp.
As a result, his second brother did not see him as a younger brother at all.
The torches in the prison were blazing and burning, and the stench filled the sky.
Wanyan Zongbi sat on the straw, his eyes filled with despair.
Once upon a time, he, the extremely noble fourth prince of the Kingdom of Jin, was reduced to a prisoner like a dead dog.
His life was in the hands of the people of Song Dynasty, whom he used to regard as dogs.
Wanyan Zongbi clenched his teeth, and traces of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
In the empty corridor of the prison, the sound of steady footsteps suddenly came.
Not long after, Wang Lin strode over, wearing armor and holding his sword.
Wanyan Zongbi suddenly trembled: "Wang Lin, do you want to start another war with me, Dajin? Wanyan Zongwang has crossed the river?"
Wang Lin smiled faintly: "Wanyan Zongbi, your second brother does not dare to cross the river. He is waiting for Wanyan Zonghan's victory. Unfortunately, Wanyan Zonghan will not be able to capture Taiyuan for another half a year. And with this time, I can take him
I’ve captured him to keep you company.”
Wanyan Zongbi laughed wildly: "Wang Lin, you were lucky enough to successfully attack our army and get a little advantage. Do you really think that our golden cavalry is all made up of mud? With tens of thousands of soldiers and horses of yours, you are going to destroy my second brother.
Fifty thousand cavalry, haha, you will definitely be defeated."
"It's useless to talk more. Wanyan Zongbi, I will cross the river tonight and rush to Xiangzhou. Please wait patiently and see if I can defeat Wanyan Zongbi again."
"I will win this battle!"
Wanyan Zongbi gasped.
The Wang Lin in front of him was really too courageous.
How dare he take the initiative to attack the Jin army!!
Wanyan Zongbijue didn't believe that Wanyan Zongwang, who was waiting for work, could be easily eaten by Wang Lin. How could this be possible?
Wanyan Zongwang's 50,000 cavalry once traveled three thousand miles across the Khitan and were invincible.
He admitted that Wang Lin's Qingzhou Army was indeed different from other Song armies and was not weak in combat power. The key was strict military discipline and high morale.
But how is it compared to the Khitan cavalry?
Wanyan Zongbi looked at Wang Lin coldly, wondering where Wang Lin's confidence came from.
"Wanyan Zongbi, I will not kill you. In the future, I will personally take you to the Kingdom of Jin and let you see with your own eyes how I will destroy you Jinlu!"
Wanyan Zongbi: "..."
Wanyan Zongbi was in a very complicated mood at the moment. He was partly mocking Wang Lin because he thought he was overestimating his abilities. He was also hopeful that Wanyan Zongwang would kill Wang Lin and avenge his shame. There were also some unexplainable secret feelings.
If Wanyan Zongwang is defeated again or captured by Wang Lin, he will not be alone!
Wanyan Zongbi tried his best to soothe his messy emotions. He calmed down and said coldly: "Wang Lin, if you are here to demonstrate and show off to me, there is no need. Since I have become a prisoner, I will kill or cut into pieces."
It’s up to you!”
"You are overthinking, Wanyan Zongbi, or should I call you Jin Wushu."
Wang Lin raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "I came to see you because I want to tell you something, a great happy event -"
"Your sister, Shili, just gave birth to a son in Qingzhou. I named him Polu."
Wanyan Zongbi suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Lin, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"I might as well tell you that this king not only wants to expel you Jin people and restore the Han Dynasty, but also unify the four seas and bring Xixia, Tubo, the Western Regions, Nanzhao...including your Jin Kingdom, all into my Chinese territory."
"After I destroy your Jin Kingdom, my son Polu will be the King of Jin."
After Wang Lin finished speaking, he walked away.
Wanyan Zongbi's mind was shaken and his face was dull.
…
The Yellow River flows and the starry night is vast.
The Fuhu Army and the Longxiang Army were stationary in their camp, all flags and drums were down, and they suddenly crossed dozens of miles from the Huazhou line to the north of the Yellow River at midnight with only armaments and ten days of fried noodles.
Wang Lin's 60,000-strong army all crossed the river and rushed toward Xiangzhou. They had already passed Liyang.
Before Wanyan Zongwang of Xiangzhou received the military report of Wang Lin's army crossing the river, another Song army had already marched westward from Yanggu, Shandong, detoured around Damingfu, Hebei, and raided Linzhang after Xiangzhou, and captured it a few days ago.
Arrive at Linzhang City.
Wanyan Zongwang didn't take it seriously and sent his subordinates Wanhu Alihu and ten thousand cavalry to Linzhang to fight.
However, when Alihu's troops arrived at Linzhang, they discovered that those occupying Linzhang were not ordinary Song troops, let alone Hebei rebels.
But it is still Wang Lin's Fuhu Army.
The general's name is Hua Rong, and he claims to have an army of 50,000, and he is defending the city.
Hua Rong, fully armored, stood on the Linzhang City Tower. The flags of the Fuhu Army were placed all over the Linzhang City.
Huang Xin hurriedly climbed up to the tower with his sword in hand, and said solemnly: "General Hua, the Jin people have tens of thousands of households. They are coming soon. We are less than thirty miles away from Linzhang!"
Hua Rong nodded slowly and stared at the southeast. In fact, the smoke was billowing and the ground was roaring. It must be the movement of a large number of golden soldiers marching.
"Don't worry. Your Majesty's and our military orders are only to defend the city and contain the Jin soldiers. The Jin people have never been good at attacking the city. How can I still not be able to defend Linzhang with my fifty thousand army, just waiting for work and not fighting in the field with the Jin people?"
City?"
"The prince has ordered our army to seize Linzhang this time, and must fight to the death with Wanyan Zongwang of Xiangzhou."
Huang Xin said with some solemnity: "But our army's assault is a bit risky. After all, our army is all out, and the Qinglai defense line is ineffective, and the door is wide open, just in case..."
"There is no such thing as a contingency, so we must fight quickly!"
Hua Rong smiled and said: "The so-called soldiers are unpredictable. Your Majesty uses his troops like a god. He never follows common sense. He must have considered this a long time ago. I estimate that when our army seizes Linzhang, your Majesty's army will definitely cross the Yellow River and attack Xiangzhou.
, I want to attack Wanyan Zongwang from both inside and outside, close the door and beat the dog!"
"As long as Wanyan Zongwang's troops are repulsed, the Jin invasion will be considered defeated."
…
Qingzhou.
Prince Qi's Mansion, East Palace Garden.
After reading Wang Lin's letter, Zhao Gou looked surprised.
Wei Ying frowned slightly, took the letter and read it carefully before saying in a concentrated voice: "Gou'er, the prince wants you to leave for Beijing immediately. What is your intention...?"
Zhao Gou shook his head and said nothing, with worry on his young face.
He would be happy to let him return to the capital.
I wish I could go back and live in the East Palace and become a legitimate Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty.
However, what is the situation in the capital now?
The Jin soldiers invaded in a large scale, Hebei was completely lost, Hedong was still fighting fiercely, and Henan was also in danger.
If not for Wang Lin's two battles to secure the tripod, beheading tens of thousands of Jin soldiers, and blocking Wanyan Zongwang's 50,000 army north of the Yellow River, the capital would have been defeated by now.
Even so, the capital was still crumbling.
After all, the Jin soldiers and horses are powerful, and Wang Lin's army may not be able to withstand the fierce attack of the Jin soldiers.
If Wang Lin was defeated, Tokyo would still be destroyed and the Song Dynasty would basically be dead.
However, at this moment, Wang Lin suddenly asked Zhao Gou to return to Beijing.
It would be strange if Zhao Gou had no doubts in his heart.
Zhao Zhi thought about it for a long time, reached out and grabbed Wei Ying's hand, looked at her and said eagerly: "Mom, tell me, will my master harm me?"
Wei Ying didn't hesitate and immediately shook her head: "You didn't harm him, how could he harm you? He won't, Gou'er. He promised me that he would protect you."
Zhao Gou sighed, let out a long breath and said: "In that case, then I will go to the capital. I'm not sure, this is still my father's wish."
"Your father?" Wei Ying suddenly said sarcastically: "Gou'er, you can't count on your father! When the Jin comes, he will definitely run away. Can he take care of you?"
Zhao Gou's face turned red and he lowered his head.
He actually agreed with his mother's words.
He didn't think that his son, who was originally insignificant, would have too much weight in Zhao Ji's heart. In fact, Zhao Ji had only seen him a few times since he was so old.
Mother and son looked at each other.
"Gou'er, the Jin people are attacking the capital in a big way. If you return to the capital at this time, my mother will really be worried..."
"Mom, what should I do? The master asked me to go to Beijing, and I want to disobey him, but he..."
Wang Lin's majestic and cold face appeared in front of Zhao Gou's eyes, and he shuddered secretly.
He was indeed a little afraid of Wang Lin.
Wei Ying's expression changed, and she suddenly said: "Gou'er, go ahead. Wang Lin must have deep intentions. Mom believes that he will not be defeated. As long as he is here, he will be able to protect your safety."
Wei Ying had something in her heart but didn't say it out loud.
She thought to herself that if Wang Lin was defeated and died, no matter whether the Song Dynasty existed or not, both of them would end up dead together.
At this juncture, Wei Ying realized that the fate of their mother and son was closely related to Wang Lin's. It could be said that they both prospered and suffered.
Wei Ying sighed quietly, stood up and said, "Let's go, Gou'er, let me go with my mother to say goodbye to the princess."
…
Wanyan Shili stood in the room with his hands clasped around his waist, his eyebrows dancing and full of energy.
The girls were dumbfounded. Except that her waist was slightly bloated due to childbirth, how could she look like a pregnant woman at all?
Han Yan knew that the Jin people were a people on horseback, so there was no such thing as confinement. After giving birth to a son, he could ride the horse to graze immediately, unlike Han women who had to be locked up in an airtight room to raise a son.
moon.
When she heard that Zhao Gou had come to say goodbye, Han Yan didn't say anything, just a few polite words.
But Wanyan Shili glanced at the submissive Zhao Gou from the side, and she didn't think highly of the Song Dynasty Crown Prince. However, since he was her husband's student anyway, she would not show her emotions.
She grabbed her scimitar with a golden handle inlaid with colorful gems from the bedside and handed it over: "Prince, this sword is my token. If you encounter my golden soldiers and horses on the way, this sword can save you."
One life!"
Zhao Gou was happy when he heard this, but then he thought that he, a dignified prince of the Song Dynasty, seemed a little embarrassed to use the princess's token as a life-saving card.
Wanyan Shili curled her lips and smiled. She didn't have as many twists and turns as the Song Dynasty people. She directly put the knife into Zhao Gou's hand: "Remember to return it to me later!"
Zhao Gou hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for the generous gift!"