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It was still blue, the sun was hanging high above it, and dazzling light shone on the field, penetrated the flying flags and fell on a blood-stained face.

The face was very pale and twisted by the pain. His eyes were tightly closed, and his mouth was filled with a low roar like a beast. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and the stars in front of him were flashing, and he could not see anything.

Zhang Sizheng felt cold all over his body, and felt the bloody air solidified. He knew that there was an enemy in front of him. He could even tell the direction of the arrow flying from the wind. He widened his eyes hard... Gradually, a bunch of blurred black shadows appeared, and then he saw a flying battle flag. The battle flag had broken, and the battle flag was covered with reddish-brown blood. Several arrows roared through the battle flag...

The battle flag was filled with people, including soldiers he was familiar with and Jin soldiers he hated. Everyone opened their mouths and shouted desperately, and everyone used all their strength to waving their weapons desperately.

Several long spears pierced through an army officer. The officer screamed shrillly, and his pants fell, revealing a desperate and fearful face, which was a Han face, a face that made people hate and despise. A long arrow suddenly pierced his throat, and blood sprayed out with the bloody clusters of arrows. The scream stopped abruptly. An angry Song Bing rushed forward and slashed his head. At this moment, a long sword came in the air. Without waiting for the Song Bing to react, his head left his body, and blood shot high from his neck like a fountain.

A long sword slashed through the blood fountain, bringing blood flowers all over the sky, and passing by the chests of several spearmen... Two broken arms holding guns suddenly fell, one head suddenly flew into the air, and several corpses flew backwards.

Zhang Sizheng exclaimed in horror, and a rage suddenly ignited from his cold body, and the blood suddenly fucked, "Take him, kill him..."

Without Song Bing retreating, more people rushed up on the corpse and rushed up against the enemy's sharp and long sword. The long sword was held in the hands of a real person, which was an officer. He was furious and desperately biting his prey like a crazy beast. He cut down one after another, and every step he took was stepping on a Song Bing's body.

Zhang Sizheng looked at the sky and roared wildly. Suddenly, all kinds of sounds on the battlefield rushed into his ears like a flood, making him dizzy and his scarred body shaking.

Song soldiers followed one after another. The long sword pierced through his tall body. Before the long sword could be pulled back, a battle axe fell from the sky and hit the bloody knife fiercely. The long sword stopped suddenly. In this instant, a Song soldier flew up, and half of his arm and the long sword took off his body. The Jin army officer was so shocked that he was so sad that he pulled back. The entourage behind him tried his best to rescue him. The battle axe roared violently and thundered at an incredible speed. It smashed the armor and slashed into the chest, and the axe came out of his body. The Jin army officer let out a shocking howl, and his bloody body was smashed backwards like a wooden stake by the battle axe.

The Jin soldiers went crazy and sacrificed their lives to attack. The Song soldiers holding the battle axe fell down and fell down under the dense swords and guns of the Jin soldiers. Before his death, his battle axe flew out of his hand and killed him.

"The battle formation is about to break, ask for help, ask for help..." A Song army commander shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, fight, fight with the Golden Dog."

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Zhang Sizheng's eyes slowly shifted to himself. He saw a long arrow. The long arrow penetrated the armor and shot into his chest. He could feel the blood flowing out along the shaft of the arrow. He could not feel the pain. Suddenly, he grabbed the pole and broke the long arrow. The severe pain invaded his body in an instant, making him unable to help but open his mouth and howl, "Roar up, block it for me, and kill the golden dog out of the battle formation..."

"Dongdongdongdongdong..." The war drum sounded.

"Kill..." Zhang Sizheng was the first to rush up and rushed forward with all his strength.

"Kill..." Two hundred fierce soldiers followed closely, and one sharp and long man nailed into the gap in the battle formation.

The battle became even more fierce, the Song soldiers sacrificed their lives and fought bravely, and the Jin soldiers were even more crazy, one after another, endless.

Zhang Sizheng suffered continuous injuries, blood was everywhere, and he could not feel the pain. He danced the sword in his hand and killed it happily. "Puchi..." The spear penetrated his body, and he had no sense at all. Instead, he took two steps in a row, and the stunned Jin soldiers died.

Zhang Sizheng stopped. He felt cold, very cold. His consciousness gradually blurred. The battlefield in front of him disappeared bit by bit. He raised his head with difficulty, and the golden light in front of him was shining.

"brother……"

A heart-wrenching shout came into Zhang Sizheng's ears, and he could no longer hear them.

Zhe Keqing knelt on the ground, hugged Zhang Sizheng's body, and shouted to the sky.

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In the afternoon, Zong Fu and Zong Bi threw the reserve army into the battlefield. The Jin army's advantage in military strength suddenly appeared. The Song army's losses became increasingly greater and gradually changed from attack to defense. At this critical moment, the commander Zhang Sizheng was killed and gave the Song army a heavy blow.

"Brother, we are going to withdraw. If we continue to fight, the Zhe family army will be finished.

He pointed to the battlefield where the fierce battle was in full swing and shouted at the top of his voice, "Brother, we can't fight anymore."

Zhe Keqiu's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

"Master, the Jin army's troops are far more powerful than us, and their reinforcements are probably coming soon." Yang Ling shook his hand at Zhe Ketong and signaled him not to be excited. Although the current battlefield situation is not good for the Zhe family army, the Jin army will have to pay an astonishing price to defeat the Zhe family army. So if nothing unexpected happens, the head coach of the Jin army will definitely mobilize reinforcements from the north bank of the Hulu River.

"Master, we can retreat now, and we can retreat calmly. If we wait until tomorrow..." Yang Ling gritted his teeth and whispered, "Look, the Jin army is now more and more troops. I don't know whether it is their reserve force or reinforcements. No matter what, the situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable to us."

"We retreat, what should the king do?" Zhe Keqiu turned around and looked at Yang Ling and Zhe Ketong, and asked coldly, "Even if we don't save Yao Shuai, we must not abandon the king."

"The chief minister, send people to Wuyi overnight and ask the king to withdraw his troops immediately." Yang Ling suggested.

Zhe Keqiu touched the sword on his waist and shook his head, "I promised Zhong Shuai, I can't withdraw." Then he pointed to Zhang Sizheng's body in the distance and shouted loudly, "I can't let my brother die and be despised."

Yang Ling and Zhe Ketong looked at each other speechlessly. Is Zhe Keqiu crazy? Do you still want the Zhe family army? Without the Zhe family, the glory of more than 400 years has disappeared.

"Brother, the situation is here, and this battle cannot be fought." Zhe Ketong shouted excitedly, "We have tried our best, we can't rescue you, be more aware."

Zhe Keqiu was furious and slapped Zhe Ketong hard on the face, then pointed to the blue sky and shouted: "Ask our ancestors, ask them if they will agree." Then he pointed to the battlefield, "You go and ask the dead soldiers, ask those soldiers who are fighting, ask them if they will agree."

Zhe Ketong was red-eared, clenched her fists, and shouted at Zhe Keqiu: "Okay, let's die together, I'll accompany you." After saying that, the horse flew on her body and roared at the top of her lungs, "Brothers, blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, reorganize the queue, follow me to kill the golden dog..."

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Thirty miles north of Xindu City, Huangzhuang Town.

Teams of Jin troops stopped on the plains.

Wanyan Wuta and Yelu Chou took their entourage to the small river embankment.

"After crossing this small river, it's flat." Wuta said with a smile, "Look, are we rushing over now or setting up camp here?"

Monk Yelu Chou hesitated for a moment, "In my opinion, I'd better send someone to inform the two princes first..."

"Prince?" Uta laughed, "Are they still princes now? You have to pay attention. We can call this in private, but don't call this in other occasions, so as not to cause trouble for yourself."

Monk Yelu Chou looked at Wuta in surprise, then thought of something, and felt secretly cold in his heart, and nodded repeatedly.

"The Western Tent has been unfavorable in Daibei. This time I went to Hebei to grab the merits. If they fought to the Yellow River first, our Eastern Tent would be unable to bear the face." Wuta seemed casual and said meaningfully, "This battle is very important for us. As long as we can successfully encircle and annihilate the Song army, Daming Mansion is our possession. Then we can cross the Yellow River south and kill Bianjing."

Monk Yelu Chou smiled and nodded without saying a word. Now the two armies of the eastern and western tents, and both forces have arrived in Hebei. Zong Han and Zong Wang both want to compete for merit. The people of their Wanyan family compete for power and profit. As Khitan generals like Monk Yelu Chou, they must stand in a good team, otherwise the future will be difficult to protect.

"This battle is a good opportunity for Zong Fu and Zong Bi, the two deputy commanders, to win military achievements." Wuta stroked his long beard and patted the shoulders of Yelu Chou with a smile. "So, we should not rush to go to the battlefield, and wait patiently for the orders of the two deputy commanders here."

When Monk Yelu Chou heard this, he couldn't help but curse Wuta secretly. Since you have an idea, you still ask me what you are doing? Do you deliberately test me? If I say I will go to the battlefield immediately, will you stab me in the face of the two princes?

"There is also a Song army in Wuyi." Monk Yelu Chou pretended to be respectful and said with a smile, "If we can quickly end the battle in Xindu City, will we rush to Wuyi to fight another battle?"

Wuta shook his head, his eyes showing disdain, "The Song army in Wuyi is Wanyan's mother's prey, and our target is Daming Mansion."

Monk Yelu Chou suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Although these real people were arrogant and had the capital to be arrogant, God favored them very much. He had just destroyed the Great Liao Kingdom, and this had reached the Great Song Dynasty again, and it also defeated the Great Song Dynasty in a very embarrassing way. Sometimes the ugly monk really couldn't figure it out and was frustrated. The Khitans failed to defeat the Great Song Dynasty at their peak, but they easily killed the city of Bianjing.
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