Wanyan Zonghan stared at the lush forests and finally decided to stop looking for the army led by Wang Yanhe.

The army is very active, and the route it walks is generally very difficult to cover up.

However, Wang Yan and the Taihang Rebel Army, who had been fighting with the Jin people in the Heizu District for two years, obviously knew how to break the whole into pieces and cover up their traces.

What Wanyan Zonghan even more unacceptable is that the owner of this forest seemed not to be the Jin people, but to those from the Song people.

They were elusive, like poisonous snakes lurking in the shadows, and each appearance would bring the deaths of ten or eight scouts.

This made Wanyan Zonghan irritable, but he was helpless.

"Father, you can't continue like this anymore. Those people are so amazing!" Wanyan Zhenzhu said with a little horror.

It is now rumored in the military camp that the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were all evil ghosts who were seeking life in the Hall of Yama, and that emperor was the King of Yama!

This panic was constantly spreading in the military camp, causing the morale of the Jin people to plummet!

Wanyan Zonghan nodded and said, "Do you think I don't know?"

"When we retreat to Wura City now, won't they appear? As long as we retreat, the villages we took before can only be handed over and given to Wang Yan again."

"They call this tactic guerrilla warfare, and it's not a fool. I heard that the emperor of the Song Dynasty passed on a military book to Wang Yan, which was very magical."

Wanyan Zonghan did not want to lose the land and villages he had just regained. The people and food should have been the only ones who belonged to them.

But now, none of this belongs to them anymore.

A messenger hurried into the central army's tent and said in panic, "The Prime Minister of Fuyu asked the Eastern Commander if he would implement the policy of collecting swords and soldiers to safeguard the local area?"

"The newly recovered lands have become stranger and the Bohai people. They always humming strange war songs and rising up."

"What song?" Wanyan Zonghan asked with a frown.

The messenger handed the letter to Wanyan Zonghan and hurriedly left the central army tent. The people turned into mobs, and the war songs they sang were really strange.

Wanyan Zonghan opened the letter suspiciously, and a breath of the underworld hit him. He grabbed the paper tightly, read the content of the letter tremblingly, tore the letter hard and said angrily, "All nonsense!"

"This world needs order! Why are there no gods? Why are there no emperor? Are there no Song people without emperors?! No one is talking nonsense! No one is talking nonsense!"

Wanyan Zonghan was crazily tearing the letters. When the paper fell, he was still catching the letters wildly, roaring crazy about things that made people ununderstand.

Wanyan Zhenzhu hid in the corner, trembling. He had never seen such an angry father. Even Wang Yan's several escapes were just anxiety about the situation. Why was she so angry?

He didn't know, nor did he dare to ask.

Wanyan Zonghan squatted on the ground weakly, his shoulders trembled, and suddenly laughed at the sky and said, "Emperor of the Song Dynasty! You use any means to win and use such despicable means to deceive my subjects. When one day this equality will spread to your Song Dynasty, it depends on what you do!"

"One day, all the bewitched subjects will smash your dragon throne and burn all your Yanfu Palace!"

"Take you off the throne and step on the dust! It's worthless!"

"Haha! Take the way to perish! Take the way to perish!"

"You can destroy my Jin Kingdom! You can destroy my Wanyan! You can also destroy myself! The Zhao family! The Song Dynasty! You can suppress it when you are alive, but one day you will be punished with evil! "

"The angry people will tear your descendants to pieces for the sake of bullshit!"

Wanyan Zonghan squatted on the ground, smiling to the sky, and really scared Wanyan Zhenzhu.

"Click!"

A thunder flashed by, and the rumbling thunder immediately rolled in. The pouring rain hit the tent hard, and the heavy rain quickly gathered into small streams of water.

Wanyan Zonghan looked outside the account and lowered his head decadently.

"Give me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I want to write a letter to Wanyan Zongwang. I know how to deal with the emperor of the Song Dynasty." Wanyan Zonghan wrote a letter, sighed deeply, and sealed it with fire lacquer.

"How to deal with it?" Wanyan Zhenzhu asked in confusion.

Wanyan Zonghan stood up with difficulty, and Wanyan Zhenzhu hurried forward to help Wanyan Zonghan.

"Juntian." Wanyan Zonghan chuckled and spit out two words, making Wanyan Zhenzhu stand in place like thunder, not knowing what to say.

The successful order of the Emperor of Song Dynasty to the equalization of the land had greatly changed the source of the Song army. The Jin people saw this complete change.

Under the guidance of Song Changji, the Jin Dynasty's court had been arguing about whether it should follow the example of the Song Dynasty's Juntian Ling.

But now Dongshuo, who is very important in the court, suddenly said these two words. What does this mean?

"Can it work?" Wanyan Zhenzhu murmured.

Wanyan Zonghan pointed to the wind and rain outside and said, "The army of the Song Dynasty was like a storm, conquering cities and lands everywhere on the land of our Jin Dynasty! What is the root of all this? The victory brought by the Emperor of the Song Dynasty personally crusades Hedong Road?"

"We have all seen twenty-seven golden men chase two thousand Song soldiers with their own eyes. What about now? Son, have you ever thought about why it turned out like this?"

"Why did these mud legs surrender to Wang Yan? Because Wang Yan gave them land, because Wang Yan collected thirty taxes, which were very low, they now showed their weapons and aimed at us. Who are they resisting?"

"It is not our Jin people who resist, but we are fighting for our own qualifications to live."

"We give them the qualification to live! We give them land, let these Bohai people, Han'er, and Fuyu people fight for us!"

"If you can't do it, you have to do it!"

Wanyan Zonghan was obviously crazy. When he saw the letter with the Internationale, his decision was extremely furious, and naturally he would not get the support of Wanyan Zongwang and the entire Wanyan clan.

How to support this?

How to make a conscious grave!

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty was based on a foundation for how he played this, that was, equalizing military merits and titles to stimulate the soldiers to expand their territory.

Before the transformation, it also went through labor pains!

How did Zhao Gou get the support of countless big landlords in Jiangnan? Wasn’t it Zhao Huan who harmed the interests of those big landlords? They picked up the group to keep warm and supported Zhao Gou.

Zhao Huan, who was sitting in Yanshan and was a barrier in the clouds, resisted the Jin people based on the Yanshan defense line. It took him two full years to delay the troops leaving Datong and Shanhaiguan.

Do they still have two years to digest domestic conflicts?

Moreover, military merits and titles broke the old system of nobles and completely damaged the interests of their nobles.

Who will support it?

When Wanyan Zongwang received the letter, he looked at the letter inexplicably. Was Wanyan Zonghan really confused?

Wanyan Zongwang burned all the letters and his eyes were full of anxiety. Wanyan Zonghan withdrew his troops to Wura City. In order to prevent Wang Yan's surprise attack, the elite Jin soldiers from Huining Mansion and Wura City could not rush to Liaoyang.

This made the battle situation in Liaoyang even more difficult. Yue Fei had already taken down the outer wall of Jinzhou City. Within three days, Jinzhou was defeated and Liaoyang was in danger.

What should I do? Wanyan Zongwang stared at the geometric map with a little despair.
Chapter completed!