The Song Army's cavalry, whether armored or light, was ravaging on three sides for a while, and the Jin Army was killed. Finally, as the Iron Curtain on the east side of the Song Army and the front formation gradually approached, the Jin Army began to surrender on a large scale... Since the Han

It started with the children's army, then went to the Khitan, the Xi tribe, and finally the Jurchen soldiers who could not withstand the fear of being slaughtered and began to surrender in an organized manner.

These surrenders crowded in front of the camp were encouraging, but they also greatly hindered the Song army's pursuit. For this reason, many Jin troops inside took advantage of the opportunity to sneak into the camp, and then used the camp to cover up and retreated from the long camp.

On one side, they scattered and returned.

Either heading for Zhending or heading for Shiyi, more often than not because of the desire to survive, they branched off into countless small groups, struggled eastward in confusion, and scattered on the Hebei Plain.

But at this time, I really couldn't care about that much, so I could only quickly transfer the surrender troops, hunt down and ravage those tribesmen who had not surrendered on the camp side.

Because Yelu Yujian knew the inside story of the Jin Army's senior officials, he was ordered to supervise the inspection of the Jin Army's subordinates. For a time, silver medals and bronze medals were flying back and forth with the Khitan knights, and they were continuously passed around and reached the imperial court one after another.

The basket in front of Zhao Jiu was filled with blood-stained plaques one after another. After a while, three more gold medals that had obviously been washed and wiped by rain were delivered to Zhao Guan's family and placed beside the previous gold medals.

The gold medal for marching ten thousand households has writing on it.

The first side is obviously Pyo Hup's gold medal.

"Dead or alive?" Zhao Jiu became more and more distressed.

"It should be dead. General Yelu said that this gold medal was taken directly from the corpse." Liu Yan told Prime Minister Liu Yan. "And General Yelu himself also identified it. Although the head was half smashed, he could still roughly tell that it was a ladle.

combine."

The second gold medal is very interesting. Its shape is completely different from the ladle gold medal. One side is actually flat, and the writing on the other side is rough and blurred, like something crudely made.

"Whose is this?" Zhao Jiu was puzzled for a moment.

"It's from Wanyan Benjian." Liu Yan blurted out. "Wanyan Benjian was raised in Agu's account since he was a child. He was given this gold medal at a very young age and promised him a future... Later Wanyan Benjian

I have been carrying this gold medal with me..." At this point, Liu Yan paused for a moment before speaking. "Guan family, this person has been captured alive. He is right here. Do you want to bring him up and take a look?"

Zhao Jiuben was too lazy to see him, but he looked around and saw that all the generals who were gradually gathering back were interested in making a move. In addition, Wanyan Benjian was the commanding general of the marching department of Longde Mansion. He was considered to be the top three figures in this confrontation, and Yelu Yujian

It was not far in front of me, and I wanted to give him some face, so I finally nodded.

After a moment, Wanyan Benjian, who was bound behind her back, was dragged up to the high ground by Yelu Yujian himself and thrown directly in front of the emperor.

The man raised his head, and Zhao Jiu looked down, only to find that the man was crying. He was not just wet by rain... Not only that, the man was struggling on the slope and turned around to look at each other, only to see the Jin Army or others down the slope.

They died or surrendered or fled, and there were many Song cavalry still chasing scattered Jin troops for fun. On such a huge battlefield, not a single bit of the mighty and powerful formation in the morning remained. For a while, tears fell like rain and wailed endlessly.

Zhao Jiu finally said coldly: "Does the golden man also want to be the crying man?"

When Wanyan Ben heard this, she cried even harder. After a while, behind Zhao Jiu and under the gaze of countless civil and military officials with different expressions, Wanyan managed to answer:

"It is precisely because I think of Sa Lihe that I feel so sad...so that the Zhao Guan family can know that Sa Lihe and I both grew up in my family's Taizu tent. Although we don't have the name of brothers, we are actually brothers... He was there that day

Qiaoshan cried when he was beaten by Wu Jie. Although I publicly defended him, I couldn't help but ridicule him in my heart... But today, when I saw this landslide, I realized... No matter how brave and arrogant a man is, if he sees

How could you not cry when your son-in-law died like this?"

As he spoke, the man grabbed his head and cried more intensely, to the point where he was out of breath and wouldn't stop for a moment.

Zhao Jiu nodded: "Sa Lihe never lost his integrity and hanged himself to death early. You can let him go!"

Hearing this, without waiting for Wanyan Benjian's reply, Yelu Yujian directly took a large bow with a loose bowstring from the ground next to him, then pressed his knee against the opponent's back, only put the bowstring on his neck, and then

With a twist, Wanyan Benjian could no longer cry. He just kept kicking his legs and struggling continuously, but after a moment, he lost the strength to struggle. Then a group of people came forward, one person holding a bow and two people dragging,

Pull Wanyan Benjian aside to ensure that his body is completely dead and completely dead.

Zhao Jiu nodded to Yelu Yujian and turned to the third gold medal again.

This gold medal is actually different from the previous two. It seems to be more refined, and the weight and volume are larger... Zhao Jiu has already recognized the word marshal without Liu Yan and Yelu Yujian explaining it.

Obviously, someone reported merit and won the gold medal of Ba Lisu.

At this point, the official finally didn't bother to look anymore, and turned his head directly to issue an order: "Good minister!"

"I'm here."

Han Shizhong cupped his hands and moved forward.

"Send your cavalry, and then take two reinforcements from the command department anywhere to seize the pontoon bridge across the Hutuo River in the north of Jinying. The rest of the left army of the imperial camp will follow me to turn around and capture the Luxian city." Zhao Jiu calmly ordered.

Han Shizhong responded immediately.

"Jin Qing..." Zhao Jiu glanced at Yu Yunwen, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, and continued to look around, and then looked at Wu Da to give instructions. "The military situation is not exact, but there are indeed relevant words. Yue Pengju and Zhang Rong, Tian Shizhong

We may have reached the mouth of the Hutuo River in Hejian Prefecture downstream... Please don't move the left army of the imperial camp, and you can make arrangements for the rest of the troops to ensure that the pursuit can be carried out... Don't stop the battlefield from surrendering and clearing the battlefield."

Wu Jie had already known the news, and even had a plan in his mind. In addition, today's victory was a big victory, and the Jin army was out of control. In fact, the number of casualties and prisoners was far beyond imagination. Although many escaped, they were definitely not half.

Therefore, Wu Da just agreed lightly at this time, but some of the uninformed generals were excited when they heard the words.

At this point, Zhao Jiu didn't bother to say anything more and just stood up and turned around... He needed a good rest.

"Official!"

At this moment, Liu Yan suddenly stepped forward, pointed at the Taishi Nu who was still kneeling in the distance and asked, "How should we deal with this person?"

Zhao Jiu was startled for a moment, and then asked: "Did he hear what Bachelor Yu reported earlier?"

"No."

Zhao Jiu nodded, not taking it seriously: "Then put it back! Give it to Wanyan Wushu!"

Liu Yan nodded quickly, while Yelu Yujian remained silent.

Just as Zhao Guan's family was about to leave, Liu Yan pointed at the baskets on the ground and reminded hastily: "Guan family, what should we do with these?"

Zhao Jiu turned back to look at each other and spoke clearly: "Put it away for now... When the Hutuo River Floating Bridge is in hand tomorrow, the wounded of today's Jin Army will be cleaned up and these signs will be sent to Zhending City! The corpses can also be sent in.

After calculating the merits of the war, they were sent to the city and allowed to be buried by themselves."

It was rare for the generals to become awe-inspiring again.

Seeing that nothing happened, the Zhao Guan family finally took off their helmets, looked up to the sky and sighed, then walked back to Harulu on the other side of the Taiping River with their helmets in hand.

Before the sky completely darkened, another good news was delivered directly to Huolu City. It turned out that Han Shizhong's subordinates Cheng Min, Dong Xian, and Shaoyun were ordered to march towards the Hutuo River. On the way, they actually ran into Pu Suyue, the guard of the Hutuo River Floating Bridge Camp.

...The latter was beheaded on the spot, and then the Song army pursued and crushed the defeated army, easily captured the pontoon bridge, and sent cavalry across the river to investigate, and finally got a glimpse of the city.

Including Pu Suyue, on this day, the Song army had killed eight generals of ten thousand households, accounting for half of the sixteen ten thousand households of the Jin army in this battle.

Wushu of Shiyi, who had already arrived in Shiyi at this time, certainly didn't know about this. However, when it got dark, he only gathered a scattered group of less than 20,000 people.

Yan Onlun, He Shilie Taiyu, Yelu Mawu, Wulin Da Taiyu, and Pucha Huzhan are just five people!

At this time, the King of Jin and Wei still didn't understand that the brutality of this battle was far beyond imagination. The Song army killed and surrendered before the battle, which was definitely a terrifying figure!

The previous expectation of using a camp to meet the defeated troops and hinder the pursuing troops now seems to be a joke about being clever but being mistaken for cleverness!

I'm afraid it was because of that strange camp that there were such tragic casualties.

Of course, even so, Wu Shu estimated that 40,000 to 50,000 people would escape, and he could not give up on these defeated troops at this time... Wu Shu even did not dare to cry with these generals, for fear that it would affect morale.

However, just after we had some hot meals with these generals and explained their plans to head east tomorrow morning, gather their troops, and spread out across the river, before they could explain it properly, they suddenly heard a loud noise outside the camp. It turned out to be the Song Army, regardless of the darkness.

, chased directly along the camp.

At this moment, the small 20,000 troops and horses that had finally gathered in the camp exploded in an instant, and fled south, north, and east like headless flies... The only thing they did not go was to the west where the Song army came.

Wushu and the generals had no choice but to leave the camp separately and split up overnight according to the original plan, preparing to pack up their troops at night and flee eastward.

After leaving the camp, Wu Shu rode for a while and heard no movement of pursuers behind him. He raised his head and took off his mask. Only then did he realize that at some point, the rain had stopped and the evening breeze was blowing on his face.

It moved people's hearts. But when he looked back at his own camp, where there were still a few sparks of fire, and saw that there were still an unknown number of defeated troops gathered behind him, he felt like crying but did not dare to cry.

After a long pause, Wanyan Wushu raised his head and roared loudly toward the night sky.

Before the whistle stopped, he pulled down his mask and started galloping.

At the same time, Zhao Jiu went to sleep early in Huolu City... He had not slept so peacefully for a long time.

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