4131 Melancholic Pharmacist Guo

"If you pay us back with the same amount, is Song Ting mocking and provoking us!" Wanyan Zongbi kicked Xu Han down, tore up the Song Dynasty book, turned to Zong Wang and said, "Let me lead ten thousand cavalry to slaughter those people."

Damn Bianjing!"

"Don't act rashly." Zong Wang sat behind the case and drank wine to keep warm. He shook his head and said, "Wait for Bao Nu to return."

Wanyan Zongbi angrily picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp: "Are we just going to swallow our anger like this?"

Wan Yanchang, the commander-in-chief of Liubu Road, advised: "Song people have always been timid. Our newly sent envoys have lowered their conditions so much that they will definitely agree."

Wanyan Zongbi pointed at Xu Han who was lying on the ground retching and said, "Then what does this man say?"

"This..." Wan Yanchang was also a little confused. The envoys he brought were so outrageous that he asked the Kingdom of Jin to compensate the Kingdom of Song. People who didn't know better thought that it was not the Kingdom of Song but the Kingdom of Jin that was besieging the capital.

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He touched Xu Han with his toe and asked kindly: "Tell me, who asked you to come?"

Xu Han vomited for a long time. He originally wanted to say Xiuxian, but his years of pride as a scholar and his inexplicable feeling of sharing the joys and sorrows of the country prompted him to change his tone before speaking, and shouted in a deep voice: "Great Song Dynasty!"

Wanyan Zongbi kicked him near the heart again, the force was so heavy that he couldn't recover for a long time, and his face turned blue from holding it in.

Still not relieved after the kick, Wanyan Zongbi grabbed the Song Dynasty book that he had just torn up and stuffed it into his mouth. As he stuffed it, he grinned: "Eat, eat it in. If you like your Song Dynasty so much, then die with it."

Xu Han was already out of breath, and a large amount of paper was stuffed into his mouth. He couldn't swallow or spit it out. He had difficulty breathing and his face turned pale.

Wanyan Zongbi picked up the wine jar in the tent and poured wine into Xu Han's mouth and nose.

It doesn't matter if a mere envoy from a weak country dies, let alone just venting his anger on the general.

The people in the camp just drank and ate meat, no one cared about Xu Han's life or death, and no one would speak out to dissuade him.

The wine soaked the paper and poured into his nose.

Xu Han, who was struggling to escape, suddenly coughed and sneezed violently, and all the blood spurted out.

Only then did Wanyan Zongbi feel that the air in his chest had dissipated, so he put down the wine jar and walked out of the tent.

As soon as he opened the tent to cover it, he saw a large wave of soldiers rushing over with panic on their faces, shouting: "We are coming to kill! Song, the Song army is coming to kill!"

Xu Han, who was lying on the ground dying, his eyes that were already distracted, lit up with a glimmer of light: Song Dynasty... Great Song Dynasty...

"Night attack?!" Wanyan Zongwang and others in the tent all stood up. Wanyan Chang rushed to the door and asked loudly: "You dare to attack so late? How many troops are there on the other side?"

The soldier wiped the sweat from his face and looked frightened: "There are not many, about a hundred cavalry, but they are so powerful! They are all like the male kuru on the river plain, invulnerable, and their attacks are fast, cruel and accurate! When we come,

Before reporting the news, thousands of people in the army had been killed!"

"Fart! How dare you attack my 100,000-strong army with a hundred cavalry? How can the Song Dynasty become immortals!" Wanyan Zongbi turned to Zong Wang and said, "If you can't help me, let me lead my army to capture them alive!"

Wanyan Zongwang intuitively felt uneasy and said: "If you don't want to capture him alive, kill him if you can. One or two questions will be enough."

Wanyan Zongbi nodded and opened the door and walked out.

Zong Wang still warned uneasily: "Wushu! Let the soldiers separate and pay attention to their equipment!"

Seeing Wanyan Zongbi go away, Zongwang said to Wanyanchang again: "Talan Dutong, please lead the troops to respond to Wushu, be careful!"

Wan Yanchang drank the last sip of wine in the bowl, nodded and said, "I'm going."

Southeast corner of Jinbing camp.

Bypassing the sinkhole created by the Xian family's magic, the soldiers rushed straight to the camp in the direction pointed by Yaoshi Guo.

All enemy soldiers blocking the way were knocked down by bows and arrows or close-range swordsmanship.

This time, the tactical commander of this team is Li He.

The content of Li He's command is roughly as follows: fight casually, mainly to earn contributions. Ordinary enemy soldiers will contribute a small amount per head, and generals will contribute ten to one hundred depending on their status. They can take their heads to Pharmacist Guo to identify their identity.

So Pharmacist Guo began to suffer for several hours.

From time to time, a soldier would happily come to him carrying a bloody head for appraisal.

Although some minor generals do appear occasionally, most of the time they are just ordinary Jurchen soldiers.

Pharmacist Guo was about to cry, his heart was filled with melancholy and confusion:

How can any battle be fought like this?

Statistics of combat achievements are something done only when cleaning the battlefield after the war!

How can you do it while beating?

Do you disrespect the enemy too much?

The one facing you is not some little bandit, but the arrogant Jin Kingdom that destroyed Daliao!

The Song Dynasty could not even defeat the Liao Dynasty before, but now it dares to look down on the Jin Kingdom, which destroyed the Liao Dynasty?

What's going on? It's been less than a month since I surrendered to the Jin Kingdom. Why do the Song troops no longer recognize me?

Are there really gods in the world?

And the gods are still helping the Song Dynasty??

Alas!

Heaven will destroy me, Daliao...

Oh no!

It should be, God dies for me, my gold...

Oh no!

Now I surrender to Song...

Which country am I from?

Alas!

God damn me, Medicine Master Guo!!

"boom!"

In a certain battle area, a huge black shadow fell from the sky, smashed to the ground and crushed dozens of people to death.

However, the golden soldier who had already killed the red-eyed creature was not deterred by this incomprehensible giant creature. After a brief daze, he raised his weapon again and continued to kill.

Li He jumped off Dandan's back.

Blocking the two long-handled machetes that were coming at him, he grabbed the owners of the two knives and smashed away a pile of golden soldiers not far ahead.

The dying Liu Xiaoyi was "fished out" from inside.

He stretched out his hand and gave him a magic shield.

Ignoring all the arrows shot around, he jumped back onto Dandan's back with Liu Xiaoyi in his arms.

Energy spurted out, black shadows rose from the ground, and several golden soldiers lying on their legs screamed and fell from a high altitude, falling into a pulp.

The "He" team of the Song Army.

Yang Zaixing, who once again exhausted his inner strength and ran back into the formation, looked at the edict who fainted for the third time, curled his lips and shook his head.

Before the battle, Uncle Shi cast immortal magic to protect everyone. As long as they avoided the frontal impact of the enemy soldiers, there was basically no danger.

It's really embarrassing to be so scared!

Yang Zaixing felt very disdainful.

He remembered very clearly that the person who issued the edict was the same person who brought the edict to General He to release Pharmacist Guo last time.

This man's tone that time was extremely arrogant and his attitude was extremely bad, which left a very deep impression on Yang Zaixing.

So when I heard the other party speak this time, I immediately thought of it, and immediately took the initiative to accept the task of taking care of (guarding) the person who issued the edict from my uncle.

At this moment, I saw the man fainting several times.

In addition to disdain, Yang Zaixing also felt a sense of pleasure in the successful punishment.

He happily started to pranayama.

Pharmacist Guo nearby looked around, carefully approached Yang Zaixing, and said with a smile: "Xianjia, I want to ask..."

Yang Zaixing opened his eyes and interrupted him: "I am just a young disciple of the Xiuxian Sect, not the Immortal Sect, my master and the others are."

"That's too modest. The Immortal Cultivation Sect is mysterious and unpredictable. Those who can join the Immortal Cultivation Sect must be among the best among men." Medicine Master Guo put his attitude in a very low-key manner and said flatteringly: "Even if you are not an Immortal Family, you can still be called an Immortal Master! Look at the Immortal Master.

With this profound skill that is growing day by day, it will only be a matter of time before you become an immortal!"
Chapter completed!