[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

The encirclement trend has come.

Song Jun fought this battle more and more difficult.Although there are such powerful weapons as sulfuric acid, there are too many golden men.Yanzhou, Yizhou, Jizhou... The continuous Jin soldiers counterattacked like crazy, and the Song army fled in a hurry on the ancient Zhuolu field.Cruel but true.

Zhao Yuan didn't delay at all, and rushed back to the southern border of Zhuozhou as soon as the batch of soldiers, weapons and armor were casted.

The entire Beijing camp was in a state of depression.

The previous vigor to fight the enemy with howls was gone, and the supply line was cut off by the Wushu personal soldiers going north, there was a kind of hopeless resentment in the army, and even resentment towards Zhao Yuan.People are completely irrational when they may die at any time.

Zhao Yuan pretended to think for a long time, pointed to the map and said slowly: "We can withdraw to the west."

"Withdrawing to the west? How to withdraw to the west? There are no golden soldiers in the west!? It's getting colder every day, and we don't have food for the winter, so what's the use of withdrawing to the west!" The speaker stared at her with red eyes. , that appearance seems to be to eat her alive.

Zhao Yuan softened his voice: "To the west is Taihang Mountain."

"So what about Taihang Mountain!?" The other party still had red eyes, hoarsely shouted at her, "We are finished! Just like the brothers who died before... Once the Yellow River pontoon bridge was broken, the brothers were either burned to death or fell into the water of the Yellow River Hey, Taihang Mountain!" He grinned grinningly and walked towards Zhao Yuan step by step, "Why don't we just be bandits in Taihang Mountain? There is a ready-made Mrs. Yazhai here!"

……Ugh.

Zhao Yuan shook his head, his voice became softer: "Think about it carefully, is the most powerful Jin soldier, is it Tiefutu?"

The face of the other party gradually softened, and suddenly there was a distorted and hideous expression: "Even if Diji's 'immortal weapon' can restrain the Tiefutu, it can't stop the golden soldiers coming in like a tide! His Royal Highness King Kang won't send you any more!" Reinforcements—hehe, I’m afraid you, Diji, will always be our Mrs. Yazhai! Say it, don’t you?”

There were sparse echoes all around.

Zhao Yuan slowly scanned around, and most of the people had two kinds of expressions interlaced on their faces.Grief, indignation, admiration, despair, hope, ferocity... If Zhao Yuan can't solve the crisis at this time, I'm afraid she really can only stay in the space for a lifetime.

"Listen to me." Zhao Yuan's voice was exceptionally peaceful, like gurgling water flowing by, calming everyone's anxious emotions.

The complaints and cursing gradually died down, and everyone turned their attention to her.Under such a desperate situation, only this girl Emperor Ji remained as calm as before, her faint smile was like the warm sun in spring, melting the increasingly piercing chill.

"The most powerful Jinbing is the Tiefutu. Once it enters the Taihang Mountains, the Tiefutu is like a horse with a broken leg and can no longer be used. Which of you has been to the Tubo tribes in the southwest? There is a terrible thing The sharp weapon called 'Avalanche'..."

Zhao Yuan spoke word by word, without getting angry because of the offense just now, and didn't even show the slightest expression of fear.

"'Avalanche' is a terrible thing. As long as there is a slight noise on the snow mountain, the sky will collapse immediately. Besides, it is late autumn, and there are wild fruits and prey in the Taihang Mountains. At least three or two can be maintained Yue. Feel your chest and ask yourself, besides retreating westward to the Taihang Mountains, is there any other way for us to go?"

The surroundings were silent.

"Of course, I am more willing to snatch the rations of the Jin people than to go hunting. Have you heard of the word 'to support war'?" Zhao Yuan said with a smile, "Their food, grass, army, weapons It must be placed at the junction of Yanzhou and Zhuozhou, do you dare to snatch it?"

Rough, heavy panting sounded around.

Zhao Yuan lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes covering his eyes.

She felt more and more like an executioner who killed people without blood. In the wild of Zhuolu, where the flames were everywhere, she was cautious and frightened every step of the way.

Just support it for a while.

Wait until the Western Army takes Yanzhou, wait until...

"Report-"

The sharp neighing of the horse pierced the dull atmosphere and woke up the red-eyed soldiers.Everyone seemed to have made an appointment, and turned their heads to look at the galloping scouts, as if nothing had happened just now.No one said those offensive words to Zhao Yuan, and no one tried to challenge the fragile morality.

The scout reined in his horse, panting heavily, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his face, mustering all his strength, he shouted:

"Yanjing City is broken!"

Yanjing City is broken.

Just four words, like a thunder in the dark night, hit everyone's chest with a muffled hammer.Strange electric currents flowed through the limbs and bones, and the originally red eyes became even redder.At that moment, all Song soldiers turned into ferocious beasts.

Yanjing City is broken!

The pillar of shame that has been nailed to the entire land of China for hundreds of years, the cloud of lead that never dissipates above the head of Han Jiaerlang, the long-cherished wish that Taizong Taizong could not achieve with all his life's efforts.From the day Shi Jingtang ceded Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures, the north gate was opened, and the foreign cavalry headed south.

Yanjing, the city is broken!

Like a sad war song on the field, the dull drum beat lowly hovering in the field of Zhuolu.The previous resentment, unwillingness and despair dissipated almost instantly, leaving only the vigorous fighting spirit burning in the blood.

kill!

Once galloping through the wind and clouds, exchange for the picturesque country with red blood!

You don’t see the water of the Yellow River and the white waves surging to the sky, you don’t see the flames of war spreading in the wild of Zhuolu.

Gold and iron horses, rivers and mountains are beautiful, and you will share the book with you!

One after another, the Song soldiers put on their battle armors silently, and silently checked their quiver, crossbow, spear, and shield.No one complained about the bleak autumn wind and the shortage of food and grass, and no one even mentioned the westward retreat to the Taihang Mountains.Everyone was filled with dull anger, their blood was boiling and burning, and their eyes were as red as ferocious beasts in the prehistoric world.

I do my best in my life, but I only hope for the well-being of my family and country, and the peace of my wife and daughter.

There are no more displaced people, no more hungry young children waiting to be fed, no more broken mountains and rivers.

No matter how bastard a person is, under the word Yanyun, the heaviest desire in his chest will be precipitated.

Protect my wife and daughter, defend my homeland.

Vega is everywhere, and the great cause is brilliant.

"I hope that in my lifetime, I can see the Second Emperor welcome back and avenge Jingkang..."

A young Song soldier said this in a low voice, then silently got on his horse, lined up neatly behind the leading general, and then galloped silently all the way to the north.

The neat array, silent faces, and solemn military appearance instantly make people mistakenly think that this is not the Beijing camp that has always been notorious, but the well-trained Western Army.

"I'm afraid they will never return..."

Master Zhang Bangchang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly sighed quietly, and turned his head to look at Zhao Yuan.

"What does Diji think?"

Zhao Yuan once again tightened his close-fitting armor and put on his coir raincoat, shaking his head lightly: "No."

"Because winter is coming."