[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

He spoke the Jurchen dialect, with a correct accent, which every Jin soldier could understand.

Everyone who understood had a look of horror on their faces.

Zong Bi, dead?

The ferocious shadow dragged very long in the setting sun, and the even more ferocious wolf-headed mask looked at the entire camp like a mockery.The coffin was quietly parked in front of the gate of the village, already tilted slightly, but no one dared to step forward to watch.

Finally, a gold soldier stepped forward cautiously, wanting to check, but was kicked back again:

"The southerners are insidious and cunning, it must be a trap set by them!"

In the gradually darkening sky, the ferocious wolf's head raised its head to the sky and roared loudly, making everyone shiver in shock.

"Ha ha……"

There was a burst of light and crisp laughter, "Yes, it was a trap set by the southerners, and they came here specially to frame you. But you—do you dare to bet on this trap?"

The surroundings were silent for an instant, and even the sound of breathing and heartbeat could be heard clearly.

The person who spoke was a girl.

The Song army had strict military discipline, and women were never allowed to go out with the army—except for camp prostitutes.But she was wearing a battle armor, her hands were delicate and white, and the people around her were quite respectful to her, she didn't look like a camp prostitute at all.

A strange year gradually emerged in everyone's mind: ... Who are they?

"They are not Song people!" A voice suddenly rang out from the Jin camp, "Song people are weak, how dare they break into the Jin camp alone! They are Liao people, they are Khitan people, and they are Khitan people who serve the Sirius God! Who, Who of you can speak Khitan, hurry up—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was shot in the head by someone behind him.

It was a man dressed as a general, with red eyes, holding a spear in one hand, pushed the bloody head away, and almost roared: "Whether it's a Khitan or a Song, I will kill them all! The fourth prince will not die, the inside The person who is here will definitely not be His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince!"

The crunchy laughter rang out again, it was still the young girl just now.

She rode her horse forward a few steps, stood shoulder to shoulder with Sirius God, glanced at the golden soldiers from left to right, and said coldly: "You would rather believe that it was done by the Khitan people than by the people of Song Dynasty." Hands, right? — Great, really great. The Jin soldiers went south and swallowed up half of the Liao Kingdom, and then captured half of the Great Song Dynasty... Really... very, very, very good."

Someone nearby called her in a low voice: "Diji?"

She waved her hand and continued: "Guess, keep guessing, and see if you can guess what the doorway is by tomorrow morning!" She paused, and gestured behind her, which was the agreed escape signal .

The sky was getting darker again, and even where the sun was setting, only a little light could be seen faintly.

Zhao Yuan finally used his trump card: "You might as well open the coffin and see if it is Wanyan Zongbi himself inside!"

These words were like a thunderclap on the ground, which made the ears of the entire village gate buzzing.

That's right, if it's Zong Bi in it, don't you know if you open it and have a look?Regardless of whether it is true or not, there are only a few people on the other side, so are you afraid that they will take advantage of the chaos to attack?

Everyone felt that this was very reasonable, although there was a bit of weirdness everywhere.

At that moment, the golden general who was holding a spear and carrying the head stepped forward, kicked open the coffin lid, and his expression changed instantly.

As brothers, Zong Bi and Zong Wang are somewhat similar in appearance.For example, both of them are burly and have beards.

It has actually been a long time since Zong Wang passed away.Although the corpse was well maintained, it was still a bit "fuzzy".

Coupled with Zong Wang's neat attire...

Coupled with the dim sky and the jumping fire at this time...

In the end, we have to count the gold captives last night, who must have brought back the news that "Zong Bi is dead"...

With such a gathering for two miles or two, the entire Golden Camp was eerily silent.

Have you ever seen the frightened and dull expression?

Almost all the golden soldiers in front of Zhao Yuan had this expression.

She silently apologized to Zongwang's corpse, then turned around and gestured.The two rows of light cavalry gradually lined up, posing as if they could escape at any time.Immediately afterwards, everyone took out the arrows and crossbows from their backs and drew their bows to the strings.

Thick kerosene was poured on the body of the arrow, and the arrowhead was also wrapped with tarpaulin.

Although the shooting skills of these recruits are not top-notch, and their accuracy is a bit off, twenty consecutive rockets passed by...

Ha ha.

The golden camp suddenly ignited a fire all over the sky, and the raging flames spread across the entire wasteland.

The arsonist started to run wildly, taking advantage of the little time when Jin Bing rescued the coffin and summoned people to put out the fire, he beat his horse desperately and escaped without a trace.Even Zhao Yuan himself had to admire their skill.

Suddenly there were two swishes, and the last two horses were shot in the legs.

Before she had time to think about anything else, she jumped off the horse, picked up the two unlucky guys, and dodged into the space.Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yuan snapped his fingers, and the space instantly became dark—this is a new function she discovered not long ago.

The two guys who were forcibly dragged into the space by her looked at each other.

"Where is this? The underworld?"

"We missed the arrow again!"

"But there's no sound around here..."

"It's really weird."

……

Zhao Yuan stood by and listened for a while, no one seemed to suspect her, then nodded in satisfaction, and stepped out of the space.

Outside, it was completely on fire.

Zhao Yuan suddenly felt a little cold-blooded.

She just folded her arms like this, standing more than half a mile away from the camp, watching the flames soaring into the sky, scorching the dark night, she didn't feel a little bit.

These days the camps are all made of wood, and two layers of thatch will be used.Once the gate of the village was burned, coupled with the terrified theory of "the fourth prince is dead", it was enough to drive the entire Jinying into madness.

This night terror was definitely not less than that of the West Route Army.

The shouts, the flames, the horses running around, the panicked crowd... Is it a pillar of shame for the Jinren?The pillar of shame firmly nailed to the vast ground... She, Zhao Yuan, did it herself.

She didn't know how cold-blooded she would be in the future, at least at this moment, she didn't regret it.

The day is getting brighter.

Zhao Yuan didn't sleep all night, but he was still quite energetic.Looking seriously at the so-called invincible army, most of it has disappeared.

What disappeared along with it was Zongwang's coffin.

They must have rushed back to Shangjing overnight with their coffins, and returned to the Golden Emperor Wanyan Agu.

After all, in just a few months, Jin Guo lost two "big kings" one after another, it's not a joke.

Zhao Yuan yawned briefly, released the two guys in the space, pretended to have just woken up, and asked, "Where did we go just now?"

The two looked at each other, but no one could answer.

Of course Zhao Yuan would not shake out the matter of space, he just smiled and watched them pretending to be stupid.

In the end, the guy who looked older said: "It's over here, let's go back to the boat. If we can't get to Zhuo as soon as possible, I'm afraid the brothers in the Western Army will complain about us."