A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

The two sides were strangled together, and Shen An led the black-armored soldiers like arrows, fighting all the way in.

The same is true for Yelu Hongji.

Both of them led by their own strength.

The elites of both sides are getting closer...

"Grenade..."

Huang Chun smiled ferociously and pulled the grenade - this was the latest achievement. Because it was not easy to make, only a handful of them were equipped. The Mangshan Army was naturally the first.

Just as the two sides were strangled together and slowing down, the Mangshan Army threw the grenade.

A dense black dot flew past.

Boom boom boom boom!

Amidst the intensive explosions, Yelu Hongji touched the scratched wound on his cheek and cursed: "This beast, he still has this hand!"

The Song Army's gunpowder jar requires fire to ignite, so you can avoid it as long as you are prepared. But the grenade of the Mangshan Army just now did not need to be ignited, it only needed to be pulled.

Yelu Hongji suffered a big loss this time!

His most elite subordinates suffered heavy casualties from the bombing. The key was that the warrior holding the flag was actually killed by the bombing.

The big flag was about to fall. At the critical moment, a person rushed from behind and actually held the big flag. Yelu Hongji couldn't help but nodded when he saw it.

The person who came turned out to be Chen Jinhe, the king of the South Campus who he had previously disdained.

Chen Jinhe held on to the big flag, then picked it up and shouted: "For Daliao!"

Yelu Hongji was moved. At this moment, he regretted the previous humiliation of Chen Jinhe and felt that the Han people were still useful.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Chen Jinhe suddenly exclaimed. Yelu Hongji turned around and saw the local soldiers raising their small crossbows, and he couldn't help but feel his soul rising.

These rural soldiers did not use grenades and crossbows when they charged all the way, so the Liao army could not even think of taking precautions.

The crossbow arrows flew over, and Yelu Hongji felt a darkness in front of him. It turned out that Chen Jinhe was blocking him.

The flag is waving...

"The Duke of Yan has rushed in and is fighting with Yelu Hongji!"

The latest news came from the lookout post. The charcoal strokes were extremely sharp, which showed the excitement of the sergeant.

"Go back!"

A huge wave of anxiety made Zhao Shu's scalp numb, and he was extremely panicked.

He was afraid of failure, afraid that Shen An would die at the front, and then the army would collapse thousands of miles away...

"Sorghum River!"

He remembered Emperor Taizong's Northern Expedition many years ago. At the beginning, the advantage was very obvious. Even if the Liao army came to help, the Song army would not fall behind. However, in the end, the soldiers were exhausted and morale was low due to the long battle, so they were defeated.

Today's Song army also has an advantage, will it be defeated?

After the defeat, hundreds of thousands of troops will trample on each other, causing countless casualties. The remaining ones will either kneel down and ask for surrender, or run away in confusion...

In the end, the Song Dynasty was defeated thousands of miles away and was driven to Bianliang by the Liao army. The cities along the way fell one after another.

Da Song!

Zhao Shu fell ill.

At this moment, his mind was filled with possibilities of failure, no, huge possibilities.

When patients with anxiety and depression become ill, they will think about the worst of everything. No matter how indiscriminate or indiscriminate a thing is, they will think of the worst possibility, and they feel that it must develop like this.

They will be worried, no, anxious, and the huge sense of crisis will make them feel on pins and needles, wishing that the result of this matter will come out at the next moment... No matter good or bad, please tell me the result quickly!

Zhao Shu's breathing was rapid and his cheeks were trembling.

"His Majesty……"

Wen Yanbo looked at Zhao Shu and felt something was wrong.

"His Majesty?"

Zhao Shu held the handle of the knife.

Zhang Baibian also noticed something was wrong. He frowned and looked at Zhao Shu.

"Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?"

Choking!

Zhao Shu drew his sword, and Wen Yanbo subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"

Zhao Shu's eyes were full of madness.

"His Majesty!"

The officials are crazy!

At this critical moment, he went crazy!

Wen Yanbo shouted: "Hold Your Majesty!"

Zhao Shu moved, and he moved his horse forward.

"His Majesty!"

Everyone was confused.

At this time, the officials are going crazy. What should we do?

Zhang Baba looked at Wen Yanbo coldly and followed him on horseback. For him, whatever the officials want to do is the truth. Even if they want to chop Wen Yanbo in half, he will help tie Wen Yanbo up...

"Kill the enemy!"

The officials went crazy.

Look at his eyes, there is no trace of reason at all.

This was the judgment of the prime ministers and assistants, because they knew that Zhao Shu had gone crazy in the prince's palace.

In the eyes of the soldiers, such officials were clearly extremely heroic, so they cheered.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

The cheers spread to the front. Zhe Kexing turned around and saw Zhao Shu rushing towards him, and couldn't help but feel a black line in his eyes.

But he had no choice at the moment. He could only point his sword forward and shout: "Forward!"

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

After a volley, the musketeers buckled their bayonets and prepared to attack.

But it was not their turn in front, and the spearmen who had been frustrated for a long time rushed forward.

"kill!"

The spearmen stabbed desperately, and then the swordsmen and axemen rushed up, slashing randomly with their swords and axes.

"Kill!"

The Liao army was also fighting desperately.

Everyone knows that the moment of decisive battle has arrived, and whoever retreats first will lose.

"Fire the arrow!"

Just on the left wing, Shen An and Yelu Hongji collided. The two fought hard, but Yelu Hongji was defeated.

He galloped away. Shen An took out his crossbow and shot an arrow.

He originally aimed this arrow at Yelu Hongji's back, but in the end it hit the horse's butt due to the bumps on the horse's back.

The war horse howled miserably, and the man stood up.

What a great Yelu Hongji, his legs clamped on the horse's belly and he didn't fall down.

This riding skill made Shen An couldn't help but praise: "He is indeed an experienced driver..."

But the war horse suddenly fell over... and fell to the ground.

puff!

The war horse pressed heavily on Yelu Hongji's body, and he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.

"Your Majesty." Chen Jinhe came with two crossbows on his body. He jumped off his horse and tried hard to get Yelu Hongji onto his horse. Then he patted the horse's butt and shouted: "Your Majesty, take care!"

Yelu Hongji cried with tears: "Come back!"

At this moment, he knew that the most loyal person was Chen Jinhe. If he had the chance to do it again, he would definitely reuse this person.

Chen Jinhe stood there holding a big flag and shouted to the Song army that was galloping towards him: "Chen Jinhe, the king of the Southern Academy of Liao Dynasty, is here..."

Shen An rushed to the front, stretching out his long knife...

The long knife passed by Chen Jinhe's neck easily, and the head flew up behind him.

The headless body was still standing, then slowly fell down.

The flag also fell at the same time.

"Wan Sheng!"

You don't need to look around to find that the Mangshan Army is shouting crazily.

"Wan Sheng!"

The cry of killing generals and seizing flags appeared.

Everyone on the battlefield, regardless of whether they were friends or foes, were following the sound.

Where's the big flag?

The Liao army was at a loss.

The soul of the general.

And the big flag is the representative of the soul.

But what about the big flag? Where did it go?

Song Jun was ecstatic.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Your Majesty is coming!"

The Liao army's central flag was chopped down. This was the last straw...

"Yelu Hongji is dead!"

The martial arts students were shouting.

"The enemy is defeated! Defeated!"

The morale of the Song army was like a rainbow, and the Liao army had no master and kept retreating.

The retreat gradually turned into a rout.

When Zhao Shu and his men rushed up, the enemy army was already in chaos.

There were screams everywhere, and the Liao troops were turning around.

But this is an army of hundreds of thousands!

How do you turn around in such a dense environment?

Some people are turning around, some people are maintaining the status quo, and chaos begins.

"Kill the enemy!"

Zhao Shu was slashing with a long knife, but he was sincerely...

When he saw him slashing the back of a Liao soldier with a knife, and the long knife being taken away by the Liao army, Zhang Ba8's cheeks trembled, and then he rushed over, grabbed the Liao soldier to death with one claw, and took the man who was still on his back. He pulled out the long knife and returned it respectfully.

Well!

Zhao Shu took the long sword and looked at the defeated Liao army in front, and suddenly felt his anxiety dissipated.

All people with anxiety disorders need is a result.

No matter it's good or bad, give me a result first.

If the result is bad, then I will continue to be anxious. If the result is good, I will shiver with soreness.

Zhao Shu was feeling sour.

"The enemy is defeated!"

He has never been so comfortable in his life, no, he has never been so proud.

"Ancestor!" He looked at the fleeing Liao army in front and murmured: "I did it! I did it!"

After a hundred years of the Song Dynasty, who among those emperors didn’t want to eliminate the threat from the north? But who did it?

It’s me, Zhao Shu!

Zhao Shu was extremely proud at this moment!

"His Majesty!"

Wen Yanbo and others were chasing after him. Zhao Shu turned around and saw Wen Yanbo holding a long knife. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Wen Qing, is it better to conquer or to be conservative?"

Conquest at this moment represents the New Deal, while conservatism naturally represents the Old Party.

Wen Yanbo said subconsciously: "Of course it's a joy to conquer!"

Look, the Liao army in front is fleeing in panic, while the Song army is chasing and killing. Such a scene... Who in the old party would have thought of it?

Wen Yanbo was a little confused.

He stood on the side of the scholar-bureaucrats. He felt that the scholar-bureaucrats were the foundation of the Song Dynasty. No matter how the Song Dynasty innovated, the interests of the scholar-bureaucrats could not be harmed. This was a rule he adhered to.

But the New Deal began firmly.

The interests of the scholar-bureaucrats were harmed.

They shouted and cursed.

They said that the Song Dynasty would collapse and be doomed!

But now?

Now...now the Song Dynasty is chasing the Liao army, and the destruction of the Liao Kingdom is imminent.

So, do the things you Wen Yanbo insist on still make sense?

Wen Yanbo was at a loss.

He already had the answer in his mind.

It turns out that the scholar-bureaucrats were not the backbone of the Song Dynasty, nor the backbone of the Song Dynasty.

The backbone of the Song Dynasty is the collection of everyone.

The backbone of the Song Dynasty is composed of countless people, including emperors, prime ministers and assistants, officials, common people, scholar-bureaucrats, and businessmen... This backbone is composed of these people. When they unite as one, the Song Dynasty will be indestructible !

Zhao Shu didn't expect that Wen Yanbo would say this, and couldn't help laughing: "Does Wen Qing also know how to repent?"

Wen Yanbo felt that the thoughts in his mind were all gathered together, and a thought was growing...

"It turns out... that the Song Dynasty can only be viable if the country is at home? It turns out that if you put the country first, is this a true man?"

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