The battlefield in Zezhou is about tonight, and the battlefield of fire and fighting continues.

A drop of rain fell from the sky and fell into the palm of your hand, a little cold, and then the rushing rain washed over the dead leaves, and a thin layer of water mist was cast on the mountain in a blink of an eye.

The road became slippery, and a man who conveyed information ran on the mountain road and handed the message to the handsome young eunuch with white face. The other party waved him back and turned around and trotted towards the highest point of the hillside.

The high place on the hillside was not far from the camp. Xiao Chenzi walked quickly, and the slippery mud made him fall. Cao Shaoqing, who was standing beside him, was holding a paper umbrella, trying to observe the war in the field behind the fog. Soon, the young eunuch approached respectfully, with rain on his face, and a happy expression.

"Supermaster, good news, the old wolf Wanyan Zonghan was surrounded, and the rest of the Jin generals wanted to rescue were entangled. At this time, Niu Gao and Gao Chong were attacking the Jurchen Central Army's tent. The battle was finally over. By the way, I forgot that Senior Zhou was also there."

Bai Ning sat gracefully on the chair, listening to the sound of autumn rain falling with his eyes closed. After listening to his words, he opened his eyes, took the information and took it in his hand and glanced at the mist on the mountainside, with neither expression nor speech.

Cao Shaoqing and Xiao Chenzi, who were standing on both sides, looked at each other, and could not guess whether the Admiral was in good or bad mood at this moment. The two of them dared not speak casually. The silence made people feel depressed.

"The trapped beast fights... It's just a strange thing about me. Wanyan Zonghan has no reason to see our General Yue's way. Although he fought for a long time, it was too smooth. Don't you find it strange?"

The note of paper slid from Bai Ning's fingers to the ground, and his fingers hit the handrail, making a slight sound.

"I also think there is something wrong with it." Cao Shaoqing frowned and spoke first: "With Zhanhan's experience, it is impossible to lose to Yue Fei who just held military power, but... he has been surrounded. It is a fact. What other storm can he cause?"

"So he is taking his own life... taking his life..."

Bai Ning looked ahead, a flash of fire, thinking, "Maybe we are all caught up in that old guy's plan."

Cao Shaoqing and the others frowned and puzzled.

"Some people cannot see through the situation of this war. He understands it, and also understands the changes in the Wu Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom over the past few years. Zhan Han feels heartbroken. He wants to make changes and let the Jurchens re-enter the dilemma of internal struggle."

The autumn rain fell on the leaves in a rustling manner. Bai Ning said calmly, stood up from the chair, walked down from the position, and walked downwards. The surrounding Jinyiwei, who was bright and dark, walked down with him.

In front of the camp, a team of hundreds of people gathered in the rain. Bai Ning took the horse and turned his head to look at the two people behind him and even the leader Yang Zhi, Jin Jiu and others: "The dead old wolf has no value to the Wu Dynasty, on the contrary, it is very unfavorable. We should have gone there."

“Yes, the Lord.”

Soon after, the sound of the team's footsteps disappeared into the misty autumn rain...

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The tent burned in the rain, illuminating most of the dark night. The human shadow dragged on the ground and ran with another shadow. More people cooperated to tear open the crowd and took the handsome flag and the Jin Dynasty Marshal Wanyan Zonghan standing below.

"Father, go"

As Zhanhan's adopted son, Wanyan Jinbianzi was also the strongest force under his command. However, he retreated in a very embarrassing manner and pulled the old man to leave. Zhou Tong, who rushed over there, waved a heavy gun in his hand, and there was almost no one-piece enemy. The Jin soldiers who rushed over were pulled back like puppets.

"Zhanhan! Where can I go!!" Zhou Tong shouted loudly. While sweeping away one person, the tail of the gun was lifted to the ground, and a large bluestone flew up and smashed towards the other side.

The golden marble pulled his father, turned around and swung the hammer, collided with the bluestone, and dust and fragments splattered everywhere. The other hand also threw out the second hammer at this moment. The hammer body escaped through the falling dust, pulled Zong Han and ran away.

Bang!!

The old man with his hair and beards waved his palm, printed the copper hammer into the sunken palm print, and flew out, and ran wildly with his gun, and picked up the wooden railing with flames.

The broken fire lights scattered in front of the two people running away. Several Jurchen guards were coming. Seeing this scene, they rushed towards Zhou Tong, who was chasing him. They all solved them with one shot and one punch. When the body fell in a pool of blood, Zong Han and Jinbian summoned dozens of Jurchen soldiers to guard the left and right. However, the old man did not give up and was still running wildly.

The rain was floating in the autumn wind, and a large number of soldiers had entered the camp and were rushing towards this side. The soldiers of Beiwei Army who had already been killed were no longer as casualties, extending the killing front line here.

On the other side, Zhou Tong was already head-on with a spear and collided with dozens of Jurchen soldiers. Wanyan Jin's gang was also jumping into the battle group with a single hammer. The spear danced, and the ping-pong strikes were heard, and Zhou Tong forced a bloodline to break out.

After a while, Wanyan Jin's marble exited the battle circle, his hand holding the hammer trembled, his right shoulder and shoulder armor disappeared, his clothes were torn apart, and his flesh and blood were blurred inside, and the scapula could be seen in the flesh and blood.

"Father"

"Let's go!! I'll resist for a while!" He retreated to Wanyan Zonghan and shouted heart-wrenchingly.

However, for a moment, the one-minded old man looked at the handsome flag floating in the fire, shook his head, and sighed: "I won't leave, let's go here."

"What?" Wanyan Jinbian widened his eyes and turned his head.

In the black sky, the dim flame, the handsome flag of the Jin Kingdom seemed to collapse, and earth-shaking cheers sounded over there. The golden marble opened his mouth slightly, and the Adam's apple rolled: "...We haven't lost yet... How could the Jurchen lose? As long as my father can go back, he must be able to regain his strength."

The old hand reached over and stroked his head. Zong Han raised his gaze: "I have never thought of going back." In his sight, the old Wu Dynasty man who rushed forward bravely, killed the soldiers of Wu Dynasty who were crazy around the tent of the ignition. He evoked some memories and squeezed out a smile: "Five years... everyone has switched. The Wu Dynasty is more like the Jurchens in the past. Look at their murderous appearance, does it look like we were in the past? We are learning from them, and they are also learning from us. In the end, the Jurchens lost their courage and picked them up. Is it ridiculous?"

As he spoke, someone in the Beiwei army discovered this side, and then swaggered and swaggered, covered with arrows, Zhou Tong swept away the flying arrows, some people raised their shields to block them, some people fell to the ground after being caught, and the second wave of bowstrings tensed again, and someone came to him.

"The Admiral has a order not to shoot arrows and catch those who are alive."

On the steep slope, laughter suddenly sounded.

"Hahaha...hahaha...haha..." Wanyan Zonghan stood there holding a steel knife in both hands, and the fine hairs on the fur were wet and pressed tightly together by the rain, looking embarrassed and desolate.

"The commander of the Jurchens is such a proud wolf. How could the enemy catch it?" He said with a smile, then looked at the black sky.

Hands reaching to the sky and grabbing.

"... Heaven is above, the Jurchens will overcome all difficulties. The brothers will no longer be separated, no longer internal fighting, and will unite... Even if the enemy takes my eyes and cannot look at them, cut off my tongue and cannot speak anymore, and the heart that loves my family will no longer beating, please protect us... Let the Jurchen brothers and sisters wake up, pick up weapons again, and protect the soil for our survival..."

"God, please testify for me..."

When his majestic voice passed through the sky, tears fell from the corner of his eyes. The single-minded old man slowly raised the blade in his hand and shouted in Jurchen language towards the northwest: "Oriyan, tell others that our tribe members must unite"

In the rain, when he heard the sound of death, Wanyan Loushi and the hundreds of Jurchen cavalry beside him suddenly knelt down and sang songs from the primitive tribe.

"Zhanhan, you will be immortal." Lou Shi said softly in the direction of the fire.
Chapter completed!