Bloodstains, mud, and emerald green smeared by rain quickly spread downstream.

On this local battlefield, the overall situation of the Jin army collapsed. Pucha Asa, who had been fighting with "Han Shizhong", finally became confused and tried to escape. However, Wang Shixiong took advantage of the situation to find a flaw and knocked him off his horse. He was swarmed by the Song army and ended easily.

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Similar to Pu San Wu Zhe, Pucha Asa, the so-called 'Jurchen God General' in another time and space, had no time to burst out his own light. Just like Pu San Wu Zhe, he lay down in the mud worthless.

Among them... the person who killed them had no interest in knowing their story. Wang Shixiong, who was responsible for guarding the big banner, didn't even bother to cut off the person's head, and quickly urged the big banner to press forward.

On the high ground, Wanyan Benjian, who witnessed the battle from a distance, certainly didn't know that his confidant Pu Liyan had just died, nor did he know that the Third Prince's cousin had also followed the Third Prince. However, in one fell swoop, Song Jun

He defeated the front army that was scattered behind Lu Wanhu, and then continued to press forward with an unstoppable force, so that he could clearly see the situation as they gradually reached the high ground.

Ben Jian, who felt a little astringent in his mouth, immediately sent a messenger behind him.

The messenger was riding downhill, and when crossing the hollow behind the empty highland, he and his horse fell, and he was in a state of embarrassment. Fortunately, there was not much mud here, and the green ground did not make him covered in mud.

In the camp farther back, knights quickly rushed out and rescued him. After giving a command, they brought him into the camp. Then, under the gaze of the soldiers who were densely packed in the camp and sitting under the wooden sheds, they quickly took him to another place.

Under the towering watchtower in front of the battle.

"Has half of Pusanbei Lu's army collapsed?"

Wu Shu, who was sitting on the balcony, repeated it in a low voice, and then looked below him at the absent-minded Marshal Balisu who was sitting under the five-colored sun. "What did the Marshal say?"

"Isn't it expected?" Ba Lisu came back to his senses and responded calmly. "Can we still expect that among the four thousand households on the Western Front, who can kill Han Shizhong and directly end this battle? Just now He Shilie Taiyu

Didn't he come to report that after his troops killed the Mongolian King Hu'er Zhahusi, the Mongolians attacked like crazy and violently, almost impulsive to his position? Even the light cavalry of the Mongolians did not dare to block it.

Who lives there, let alone Han Shizhong?"

Wu Shu finally smiled bitterly after hearing this: "Yes, in this situation, even if Han Shizhong really dies on the battlefield, it will not stop the Song army from advancing."

Ba Lisu said nothing, but continued to look up at the five-color flag holding the sun... The rain stopped for a while, but water was still slowly seeping from the flag.

Wu Shu was already condescending on the observation deck and replied to the messenger: "Go back and tell Ben Jian that his mission is to exert pressure as much as possible to cause casualties when the Song army crosses the river from the front; when the Western Front collapses, they must gather the troops and form a large formation to cover the river.

Protect the camp and defend the high ground; when it is impossible, die in front of the army and be loyal to the country and Taizu, instead of panicking when you see half a million households collapsed and asking if you want to attack in advance...

Let's put it this way, if he can't calm down, let him come back to guard the camp, and I will take his place!"

The embarrassed messenger said nothing, kowtowed a few times on the ground, and then turned back in a hurry.

"Hong Ya!" In the camp a few miles away from Wu Shu, Yu Yunwen, who was pacing around with his hands behind his hands, finally became impatient. "There is no one outside now. Let me just say it. I know your identity. I will give you to Governor Yang."

I've seen your name on the documents I've read..."

"So what?" Hong Ya, who was sitting on the couch with his hands folded, responded coldly. "Don't say that I didn't leave any writing back then. Even if I did, so what? You think you are telling a story? With a seven or eight

A few words from a few years ago can convict me of the crime of leading the Minister of War under the orders of the Privy Council of the Kingdom of Jin? Could it be that the sound of the candle shadow and ax can be used to convict Taizong? You want us people to give you some key points. What you want is

The general situation is not a handle...Qin Huizhi doesn't even care about his own son, do you actually want to take advantage of me so easily today?"

How could Yu Yunwen not understand this truth? It was just because he experienced Bei Yan's death that he felt anxious, so he couldn't help but asked in a moment of anger: "What do you want?"

"It's not that I want anything, but that in this situation, I just realized that there are some things that you can't give me." Hong Ya sighed on the couch. "Even a captured commander regarded this battle as inevitable for the Song army.

If we win, then everyone in the Song Army will naturally take the victory as a matter of course. Whatever I say or do, won’t it all be discarded like a broom after the war?”

"You just say what you want?"

"I just want to be rich and stable."

"If you can say something useful, why can't I talk to you?"

"What can I do? Just as I don't care about my promise today, how can you care about today's promise when you gain power in the future?" Hong Ya sneered even more. "It's even impossible to say that just because I negotiated with you today, I ended up losing my life...

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"How can you lose your life again?" Yu Yunwen became increasingly angry.

"I'm not talking about anything else. If someone like you wants to be a husband-in-law, if you become a husband-in-law in the future, won't you worry that I, a former fake official, will go around publicizing the fact that I saved your life? I can't just go to Salmon Island.

Why don't you just kill me on the way?"

"Absurd." Yu Yunwen was completely speechless. "I finally understand. You are used to judging others by yourself. You make such assumptions just because you are shameless..."

"Who is not a person who saves others by himself?" Hong Ya replied quietly.

Yu Yunwen raised his head and sneered, but for some reason, he suddenly calmed down, then turned to look at the other person: "I understand."

"What does Yu Tanhua know?" Hong Ya couldn't help but become vigilant.

"I have just woken up. In the final analysis, for people like you, it is best to live in peace and wealth in the Kingdom of Jin, but in terms of the overall situation, you cannot be a responsible person. You can only follow the trend and dare not

Going against the general trend? And your evasiveness today cannot be because you are worried that Song Dynasty will not be able to fulfill its promise in the future, because even if you can't promise, do you dare to refuse? I'm afraid it's just the words I just asked

The stakes are so high, I'm afraid that if I say this, I will directly lose the best three-point survival result and the foundation of the swing, so I am hesitating here... Is it right or not?" Yu Yunwen forced himself to speak slowly, and kept asking questions.

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Hong Ya was silent for a moment.

Yu Yunwen also stopped talking for a while and just stared at the other party.

After a moment, Hong Ya sighed slightly and spoke first, but then asked an irrelevant question: "Yu Tanhua, you came from Taiyuan with the official family, do you dare to ask the ten thousand households who stayed behind in Xihe, what happened to Salihe?"

Did he surrender or die for his country? There is almost a fight here."

Yu Yunwen responded calmly: "Hong Chengzhi, you came from Yanjing with the reinforcements. Do you dare to ask Hong Ya, the magistrate of Xinzheng County who was appointed to the Nanyang Palace Examination at that time, whether he surrendered or died for his country? Where is his hometown in Jinan? There is also a debate.

endlessly."

Hong Ya stared at the other party blankly for a long time before shaking his head in reply: "Why is Yu Tanhua so aggressive?"

The rain was getting heavy again. On the banks of the Taiping River, the elite left army of the imperial camp struggled forward under the guidance of their commander's banner, but the Jin army on the opposite side was actually attacking them face to face!

Let's say that the moment Pu Sanbei Lu learned that his eldest son had died in battle, he immediately thought of Wanyan Talan.

Everyone knows that Wanyan was lazily in Changshe and witnessed the collapse of his entire household. Then he saw with his own eyes that his son-in-law, who had divorced him, was chased and killed by the Song army by the river. From then on, he dare not say that he was in ruins, but he was definitely a man of great temperament.

Before the change, he was known as the King of Dragons and Tigers among the people of Song Dynasty. He was a military representative of the old leader Wu Qimai's family. He had always been active in the military and was one of the main promoters of the southern invasion.

But after Changshe, he was not willing to talk about military matters at all.

Everyone laughed at Ta Lai behind his back. Pu San Bei Lu was outside the customs at that time, on the banks of the Yalu River, and seemed to have vaguely laughed at each other.

However, when he learned that his eldest son, Wu Zhe, had died on the front line only a few hundred steps away from him, this general, a relative of the Jin Dynasty who had always been known for his sincerity and stability, understood his former laziness almost instantly...

...It turns out that the life and death of a close person can really change everything about a person immediately.

Of course, Pusan ​​Beilu soon corrected this idea... His reason was very simple. Talan was just a son-in-law who died, and he was the son of a son. Talan did not deserve to be compared with him.

Next, the Jin foreign official fell into a strange state. He quickly issued an order. On the one hand, he wanted the whole army to meet him and vowed to kill Han Shizhong to avenge his father and son. On the other hand, he openly stated that anyone who retreated from his own banner would be killed.

No forgiveness.

Their headquarters fiercely separated six hundred cavalry, lined up in a row, and under the personal leadership of Pu Sanbei Lu, supervised the battle and killed the defeated troops one after another. The Jin army was unable to advance or retreat for a while, but it actually summoned up the courage to turn around and fight with the Song army.

Confrontation.

The scene was very intense, and Han Shizhong's troops were also hampered in their advance.

However, Han Shizhong is ecstatic!

Li Shifu who followed closely behind was also ecstatic!

All the major generals of the Song Army on the other side of the river were in ecstasy when they saw this scene!

Without him, when Pusanbeilu ordered his headquarters to attack head-on, it was equivalent to giving up the front that he had been trying to maintain before. The originally continuous and interconnected fronts opened two thin lines on both sides of Pusanbu.

The opening...the opening was small, but it was enough. Li Shifu's tens of thousands of light cavalry finally swarmed up and rushed through the gap between the Pusan ​​army formation and the river and high ground.

Then, they arrived in front of the high ground, reached the west side of the Ali tribe, and continued to flow along the back of the Ali tribe.

From the perspective of Li Shifu's troops alone, this is almost a self-destructive move. But from the perspective of the needs of the entire battle, this is exactly what Wu Jie, Li Yanxian, or all the Song troops in front of the stone bridge have been waiting for.

opportunity.

Let Qingqi follow the left army of the imperial camp across the river, that's what they're going to do!

At this time, even noon was far away, but because of the impulsiveness of a son and the collapse of a father, he succeeded directly.

Without any hesitation, Wu Jie moved forward directly to the big banner, and at the same time ordered the whole line to beat drums and march.

Under the rumbling drums, Li Yanxian's banner also moved forward. In front of the two commanders, Dong Xian and Niu Gao were in the lead. The Shaanluo tribe of the imperial camp and the rear army of the imperial camp totaled 40,000 soldiers.

The huge heavy infantry formation was activated at the same time... The armor and the rain-wet outer cover formed a rich color with a certain brilliance in the spring rain that tightened again, and under the reflection of the emerald green on the ground.

Black or not, red or red, bright or not, dark or dark.

But there is no doubt that when the entire military formation rolls in one direction, it still looks like a torrent, a torrent that can swallow everything, but has an unknown color.

With the Song Army's massive movement, the various Jin Army units on the highlands and on the east side of the highlands seemed to have been awakened by the rain. They immediately reorganized their military formations, and countless sentries and cavalry were constantly going back and forth between the various units, preparing to fight.

It was obvious that Wanyan Benjian on the high ground was trying to form a whole, unprecedentedly huge array of kidnapping horses.

By the stone bridge, Wang De's tribe, who had been fighting for a long time, was overjoyed. Wang De's two sons, Wang Qi and Wang Shun, were relieved for a moment. Even Poxi's army finally breathed a sigh of relief... In just half a morning, their camels More than half of the cannon has been destroyed by continuous firing. There is a reason why the torsion ballista made of animal tendons has gradually been eliminated by the times.

However, just when the whole army was relieved, Wang De, who was already exhausted, looked back at the spectacular Song army formation advancing towards his side on the other side of the Taiping River at the edge of the small slope that was beyond the reach of the camel cannon. Looking at General Ali's banner hundreds of steps away, he suddenly smiled at his two sons:

"Are you two tired?"

No one knows his son better than his father, and no one knows his father better than his son.
To be continued...