Chapter 812: Defying the Heaven

Early in the morning of the next day, the Jurchen army rose up. Wanyan Zonghan, wearing cowhide armor, turned over the horse coldly, with a tiger's back straightened, and his whole body was like a god of war. His eyes stretched out in a far direction and began to slowly drive the horse forward.

Behind him, countless cavalry surging like long snakes, stretching for miles.

The thick fog in the early morning blurred the world, and the eyes could only penetrate twenty feet ahead. Such thick fog was not suitable for marching, but Wanyan Zonghan was full of resentment at this time, or rather, anger that he was unwilling to admit defeat. With his transcendent status, a nephew with hidden diseases dared to be so simple and slow. If this was spread, wouldn't it be laughed at?

"Today, I must give that kid some color." Wanyan Zonghan could almost predict the shock when Wanyan Zongjun saw him falling from the sky. What should he do as a clan uncle?

Wanyan Zonghan was thinking while fighting the horse.

A ten thousand men behind him came immediately and said, "General, the fog is so strong, should you take a break and leave?"

Wanyan Zonghan smiled coldly and said, "No need, there will be no Song army nearby. We will enter the city now so that we will not be teased by that kid."

The boy was naturally referring to the Sixth Prince. Wanyan Zonghan dared to call him this, but the head of Wanfu did not dare, so he stopped persuading him and followed Wanyan Zonghan tightly.

During the journey, the ground was covered with mud and horses could not run, so they had to squirm slowly. Fortunately, it was not far from Dading Mansion, so the Jurchen cavalry all relaxed their guards and felt a little bit like going out in groups.

It took only an hour and a half before the fog dissipated. You could already look at the mountains that seemed to float in the air in the distance, and you could see the wet pine forests ticking with mist. The 50,000 cavalry began to speed up, boom... boom... thousands of horses galloped, as if the sky was about to collapse and the earth was cracking.

On the city tower at the south gate of Dading Prefecture, the Song army navy, dressed in Jin army uniform, had already felt this strangeness. Although the order had been issued and the Jurchen cavalry was coming today, when the dense Jin army appeared under the city tower, which was almost invisible, they were still shocked.

The battalion officer guarding the south gate was tense and stuck his head out from behind the female wall. He couldn't help but be amazed and said to a Jurchen-dressed person beside him: "So many..."

The person who dressed in Jurchen decoration was So Muer, who went to Jinying yesterday and claimed to be the messenger of the Sixth Prince. Of course, So Muerchen is just his Jurchen name. His Chinese name is Chai Chang. Since his maternal line is a Jurchen, his family moved to Bianjing with his father, so he could speak Jurchen words and be familiar with the rules and customs of Jurchens. In addition, his father once took him to Liaodong, so he would be half a Jurchen person alive if he shaves his head and keeps a whip.

Chai Chang's current identity is the 100 households of Youyun, the Jinyiwei. This time he was ordered, naturally he was carrying a major mission. Seeing the striking appearance of the camp officials, he stuck his head out and couldn't help but say, "No matter how many people come, it's just a death sentence. The lord should ask the officers and soldiers to be careful and not reveal their flaws."

The camp officer said proudly: "I'm not afraid of this. The navy has always ordered the same orders and there will be no trouble. I'll trouble Brother Chai for the next thing."

Chai Chang smiled faintly and said, "Shame."

The two were talking rustlingly. In a blink of an eye, Wanyan Zonghan had already arrived at the head of the moat bridge, but the suspension bridge had been closed, and the turbulent moat blocked Wanyan Zonghan's way.

Wanyan Zonghan was furious. He came from afar, but not only did he not see the city gate open, but he refused to even let go of the suspension bridge. Does the Sixth Prince really have a crazy mind? Or does this guy think that he could not take himself seriously with the blood flowing with Aguda?

Wanyan Zonghan's face was cold, and when he looked back, the cavalry behind him gradually stopped the horses and could no longer move forward. In the mist, countless people were crowded with people, and war horses were neighing, and countless people were breathing, as if the air became warmer.

"Hmph!" Wanyan Zonghan snorted coldly without any hesitation. His eyes could already see the vague figure on the city tower. Wanyan Zonghan shouted at the city tower with a full aura: "Open the city gate!"

Wanyan Zonghan's roar broke out, and the Jurchen cavalry behind him also shouted: "Open the city gate!"

Such a huge movement was like the water temperature suddenly boiling. The calm Dading Mansion suddenly woke up, and even countless frightened birds flew out of the pine forest in the distance, making uneasy chirping.

The people standing on the city tower were silent, and they looked coldly at the thousands of moving figures of horses under the mist.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to the city tower, Wanyan Zonghan immediately understood and thought to himself that this must be the boy's arrangement. He was deliberately trying to give his uncle an immediate warning. This boy has always been cowardly, but he heard that his temperament is very strange. It seems that he is going to compete with him today.

The more he thought about it, Wanyan Zonghan had to enter the city. For Wanyan Zonghan, entering the city was no longer just a simple rest. It was related to the dignity of his warriors and the attitude of his clan members to see him.

clang...

The long sword was pulled out with his backhand, and the blade flashed, as if even the mist was split. Wanyan Zonghan, who was sitting on the horse, looked cold and let out a louder roar: "Open the city gate!"

"Clang..." The sound of Jin Tie's chorus sounded like a symphony. The Jurchen cavalry behind him drew out their swords and shouted together with Wanyan Zonghan: "Open the city gate!"

The sounds of thousands of people roaring were like rainbows, and the world was overshadowed.

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A huge voice came to the palace. Shen Ao was wearing a new costume and knelt on a soft cushion in the main hall with a smile. In front of him was the chess floor of the game, and the opponent he played against was the sixth prince Wanyan Zongjun.

Wanyan Zongjun obviously didn't have much attention to playing chess. He was playing Bai Zi, but when he watched this chess game, Bai Zi had actually lost a lot.

"Your Highness the Prince seems to be unwilling to take care of it?" Shen Ao held the teacup sneeringly, with a smile on his face, and looked at Wanyan Zongjun with his eyes jokingly. He really didn't expect that there was such a prince in the Jin Kingdom. It turned out that Longsheng's nine sons were different. He thought that Wanyan Aguda's descendants should be a group of skilled martial artists, but who knew that the Sixth Prince was a master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Shen Ao knew heroes and valued heroes. Now he finally found a soulmate. Of course, he had to ask Brother Wanyan to play a game well.

How dare Wanyan Zongjun refuse? He had to deal with it absent-mindedly.

Hearing Chen Ao say that he was not careful, a cold sweat had already fallen from Wanyan Zongjun's forehead and hurriedly said, "Shame, ashamed, I am... I am not good at studying art, and I am a talented man in Pingxi..."

Chen Ao curled his lips and interrupted him, "Forget it, since you have no intention, I won't force myself. Don't say anything flattered, I'm not interested in listening."

Wanyan Zongjun was speechless and silent for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "Your Highness has planned to anger Wanyan Zonghan in my name, right?"

Chen Ao nodded casually, took a sip of tea, looked at him with a smile, and said, "What? Brother Wanyan also saw it?"

Wanyan Zongjun's face was pale and said coldly: "If you don't anger Wanyan Zonghan, so many troops will definitely find abnormalities when they enter the city. At that time, your highness's plan to invite you into the trap will not be able to be used. That's why your Highness in the name of my name to anger Wanyan Zonghan. With the temperament of my uncle, the more you don't let him enter the city, the more he must enter, so..."

Chen Ao smiled again and said, "It seems that Brother Wanyan is also a smart person, so I might as well say it straight. Brother Wanyan alone is worth 50,000 Jurchen Iron Cavalry. Brother Wanyan is just waiting to see the show."

Wanyan Zongjun's face turned pale, and he seemed to have been drained. Then, he sighed and said, "Your Highness is so scheming. My uncle is very capable. Although he looks reckless, he is not a rough man. But when things have reached this point, even if your noble's plan has flaws, he will never find out. What is your noble planning going to deal with my uncle?"

Chen Ao did not hide it from him and said with a smile: "How about tincture oil?"

A hint of horror flashed through Wanyan Zongjun's eyes and said, "This is something that hurts the virtues of heaven."

Chen Ao calmly closed his long sleeves, sat down with a dangerous collar, and said seriously: "Is it harmful to the virtue of heaven? Whose virtue is heaven? Whose virtue is virtue? Everyone in the world can talk about the word heaven, but you Jurchens cannot talk about it. Even if..." Chen Ao raised an indifferent sneer on the corner of his mouth and continued: "Even if this is harmful to the virtue of heaven, then I don't mind. If God is dissatisfied, I will just come and find me!"

Wanyan Zongjun was speechless, and Chen Ao's words were like a knife to cut his heart. He was different from his father and brother. He studied and understood the truth. He knew what his tribe members had done. He had only different positions and had to stand up to defend him. But what's the use of having a tongue that was perfect when facing the actions of his tribe members? The biggest reason in the world is not the tongue or the eloquence.

Wanyan Zongjun swallowed hard, sighed, and looked up at the house, saying, "What Your Highness said may not be unreasonable, but..."

Chen Ao looked straight at him and said, "But you are also a Jurchen, so you don't want to see your tribe suffer, so you have to speak from their standpoint and make a quibble for them, right?"

"I……"

Chen Ao's face sneered and said, "I am the same. I have tribe members and brothers and sisters. But my tribe members were put on my neck with a knife, driven to death, and insulted. Look at the Sixteen State of Yanyun, although this is the homeland of Liao, it is also the homeland of my Han. Most of the people who live and reproduce here are my tribe members. Look at how those tyrants who are rampant here, those birds and beasts who claim to be warriors ruin this picture-like country? You can argue for your tribe members, I am the king. We must protect our tribe members, all the soldiers who killed them, and all the invaders who destroyed their homes, and all the invaders who destroyed their homes, and this is my position and the truth of my king. For this reason, you Jurchens are corpses everywhere and blood flows into a river. What does it have to do with me? It is contrary to the laws of heaven and harming the virtue of heaven, and I will still be determined. If you Jurchens violate the principles of this king, I will kill the Jurchens. If the heaven violates this truth, I will dare to go against the heavens!"

Chen Ao said something like a cannon. The expression on Wanyan Zongjun's face became more and more painful, as if every word was like a whip, whipping his body hard. He was silent for a moment and said, "I understand..."

Chen Ao smiled again and said, "But no matter what, I don't regard you as a jackal. You are still a good person."

"Well..." There was a look of pain on Wanyan Zongjun's face. Good...human..., these two words were spoken from Chen Ao's mouth, but they didn't know how ironic it was in Wanyan Zongjun's ears. He said aloud: "I would rather be the sinner in the eyes of Your Highness than dare to be the enemy of my tribe as a good person. I already know your highness's ambition. It's still unknown who will win. I'm already tired. Please allow me to rest..."

Chen Ao looked at Wanyan Zongjun, pushed the chess sneeredly, stood up, and said, "Then Brother Wanyan has another rest. I will still have some more points to borrow in the future." After that, he pressed the sword and turned out.

After leaving the main hall, Zhou Heng had already gathered with hundreds of lieutenants. Chen Ao glanced at them and said with his head raised: "Go and go to the city gate to take a look."

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Chapter completed!