Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

Hearing this, Jia Jun cupped his hands, "My lord, that's not the meaning of the end, the end is..."

"This king knows, Jia Jun, it's lucky to have you here, otherwise this king would have died long ago."

"My lord is auspicious, everything will be fine."

Defang patted Jiajun, "Stop talking about this, and seal the last grave."

"Yes" Jia Jun and the imperial guards had just carved the stele and erected it, when the scouts ran back, "My lord! My lord! I found that most of the Liao army is marching!"

"Is there another Liao army?"

"Yes, my lord, the Liao soldiers you released just now were shot and killed by their own people not long after they returned to the camp."

"Inhuman Liao bandits!" De Fang clenched his fists, "How many people have they come this time?"

"Back to the prince, the little one is approaching to investigate, the Liao army is camping thirty miles away... there are military tents all over the place, the small one... didn't see the end of the camp, it was all cavalry...at least...at least two 3 people."

"What?" Defang was a little stunned when he heard this. No matter how powerful the Wangfu army is, it will kill hundreds at most, and now several people have been killed in battle. Everyone is exhausted. Dealing with tens of thousands of enemy troops is simply chicken When an egg hits a boulder, if it doesn't retreat, the Liao army's horses alone can turn everyone into ghosts under their feet.

Jia Jun said, "Let's go explore again" and then approached Defang, "My lord, what should I do?"

"I can't go," Defang replied a little dazedly, and then went to the last grave to pick up the soil. "Unless the grave is sealed, the king will not leave."

Jia Jun looked at Defang, then closed his eyes tightly, looked up at the sky, and said silently, "Emperor Taizu, please protect the prince, the general is willing to give up his life, but I hope the prince can get out of trouble and return to Beijing."

"General" Chongming asked, "What should we do? Could it be... do we really want more than 30 of us to fight tens of thousands of Liao troops?"

Jia Jun waved his hand to ask others to seal the grave immediately, then pulled Chongming aside and said, "Chongming, once the Liao army arrives here, there is absolutely no possibility of us surviving, but the prince must be safe, the group of people just now must be the advance of the Liao army." Squad, but now seeing the soldiers running back, I know there must be something wrong here. The detectives said that they are already preparing the troops, and they will come with troops in a short time. Chongming, I will knock the prince unconscious in a while. You and Shan En immediately Take the prince to the nearest town for shelter."

"What about you, General Song?"

"I'll bring other people to guard here, it's good if I can resist for a while."

"That's suicidal"

"That's better than dying here, at least... the prince is still alive, remember, the prince must have nothing to do."

"General!"

"That's it." Jiajun went to Defang, first helped to fix the grave, and Defang planted the military flag beside the stone tablet.

The scouts returned, "My lord! The Liao army is going straight here!"

Jia Jun looked at De Fang, and said to Tan Bing, "Explore again"

Defang didn't respond, but ordered someone to light the fire, took out the imperial decree and said slowly, "Soldiers, this is His Majesty's imperial decree to comfort you...but... the king is late..."

"Buried in the native land, the emperor's decree comforts the loyal soul." Defang put the imperial decree in the fire, "Death can't erase the meritorious deeds, and the people of the Song Dynasty will always remember you."

After bowing down to Defang, everyone in the palace was ready to meet the enemy. Defang was standing in front of the team, holding the handle of a knife. Jiajun slowly strayed behind Defang, and was about to raise his hand to knock him out. Hurry back, "My lord! My lord! The Liao army has retreated! Retired!"

"Retired..." De Fang didn't feel relieved for a moment, "Why did you retreat... how is it possible..."