4135 captured alive

The sky slowly gets brighter.

The leader of the Jinbing camp is outside his tent.

Wanyan Zongbi fled back in embarrassment, jumped off before his horse could stop, opened the tent door and shouted: "We can't leave, retreat quickly! I can't resist anymore!"

Zong Wang rushed over with a knife and shouted in a deep voice: "What are you talking about?!"

Wanyan Zongbi's face turned pale: "Firearms! So many firearms! This Song army named 'He' is so powerful that our people can't defeat them! Ordinary bows and arrows can't kill them. As soon as the strong archers showed up, they were split in half by a knife that fell from nowhere.

In order to cover my retreat, Talandu led the charge himself, but he was killed by the opponent's continuous thunderbolts before he even got close..."

"If you can't help me, let's run away quickly!" He said with a sad face and lost all fighting spirit: "If it's later, it will be too late!"

Hearing that Wan Yanchang, the leader of the six tribes, was dead, Zong Wang fell silent, his face turned livid and his brows furrowed.

Firearm? Thunderbolt?

Liu Yanzong, the commander of the Han army, was worried that he would be left behind, so he quickly offered his advice: "You can retreat to Moutuogang temporarily. There are a large number of stone fortresses there. If the Song soldiers dare to pursue them, we will defend them with strong stone walls to ensure that they come."

No reply!"

"How many of us are left?" Zong Wang finally spoke, but found that his voice was hoarse.

Wanyan Zongbi said uncertainly: "There are about fifty thousand left."

Hearing this number, Zong Wang even closed his eyes.

About fifty thousand!

In other words, half of the 100,000-strong army died!

how so?

how so!

That’s just a hundred riders!!

Zong Wang closed his eyes and remained silent.

Xu Han, who was lying on the ground and was very angry, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Wanyan Zongbi, who was standing next to him, urged him urgently: "No! We can't delay it any longer!"

Liu Yanzong suggested: "Your Highness, Mou Tuogang!"

Wanyan Zongwang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the two of them.

His eyes were bloodshot and his face was ferocious, so frightened that the two of them couldn't help but take a step back.

Fortunately, he stopped staring and took a deep breath to calm down.

Slowly speak out loud:

"Give me the order."

"The entire army retreats."

Liu Yanzong thought that his plan was successful and he could safely return to Moutuogang. Just when he was overjoyed, he heard a sentence that made him lose his jaw.

"Retreat a hundred miles, find a suitable area, and cross the river!"

As soon as these words came out, even Wanyan Zongbi was in a daze.

After traveling all the way south, you finally reached Bianjing. Are you about to escape back now?

Once across the river, all the military exploits here can be said to be gone!

This siege of Bianjing is tantamount to...

Defeated!

"Second brother, do you want to stop thinking about it?" Wanyan Zongbi was so stunned that he subconsciously changed his title and regarded it as a private and intimate chat in the past.

"Go ahead and do as I say." Zong Wang gave the order as if he had lost a lot of energy in an instant, and his whole person looked a little sluggish.

Liu Yanzong and Nuonuo agreed and did not dare to persuade him.

Wanyan Zongbi was extremely unwilling, but when he thought of the terrible firearms in the hands of the Song army, he was scared to death.

He had to burn out this pent-up anger.

After rolling his eyes, he saw Ambassador Song on the ground with a face full of relief. He pulled out his knife and shouted loudly: "I'll kill this Nanman first!"

Xu Han on the ground was startled when he first heard it, but then he opened his mouth full of blood and uttered two words hoarsely with a voice that could no longer make a complete sound.

"Great Song Dynasty"

The bright machete fell towards his neck.

The blade broke through the wind, blood flew up, and large chunks of flesh and blood sprayed out.

Wanyan Zongbi fell in front of the dumbfounded Xu Han, with half of his head missing.

Wu Liulang and Liu Xiaoyi held their guns arrogantly, walked into the tent through the open door, and aimed at Wanyan Zongwang and Liu Yanzong. Zongwang felt as if a divine arm was aiming at his head at close range, and he did not dare to move.

move.

Li He followed him into the camp. He said to Wanyan Zongbi, who was missing half of his head, "Thank you for your guidance. It turns out that the general is hiding in such an ordinary tent, and not even Medical Master Guo knows about it."

Zong Wang next to him stared at Li He and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Li He looked at him, smiled, turned to Liu Xiaoyi and said, "Kill."

"Bah bang bang!"

Only the first two shots hit Zong Wang's head, and the last shot flew away not because of the recoil, but because there was nothing to hit.

Liu Xiaoyi mastered firearms very quickly. Although he was half a stick behind Takerokuro, his accuracy and stability improved rapidly after he got started. It didn't take long for him to become as proficient as a sharpshooter.

And it also continues the favorite three-shot burst when using bows and arrows.

Using the fully automatic mode to fire three bursts of fire, such a professional and irritating operation even made Lin Kai stunned for a moment.

Wanyan Zongwang, who had half his jaw left, fell to the ground in a mess and died very simply.

It was only then that Liu Xiaoyi, who had obeyed the order reflexively, finally reacted and curiously asked Li He: "Xianjia, this may be a high official, why don't you capture him alive?"

Liu Yanzong over there knelt down with a pop, which startled Wu Liulang, and shot him twice in the chest.

Liu Yanzong spat out blood, pointed at Wu Liulang with trembling fingers, and rolled his eyes in anger: "I...is surrendering..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man fell to the ground and died.

"Xianjia, I'm sorry, I wasn't careful..." Wu Liulang saw Li He and Liu Xiaoyi looking over with strange expressions, and lowered his head, feeling very ashamed and guilty.

"Just kill him, it's no big deal." Li He shrugged nonchalantly: "There are so many generals in the Jin Kingdom, so don't worry about not making any contribution. It's more valuable to capture the Emperor of the Jin Kingdom alive."

Hearing Xianjia say this, Wu Liulang breathed a sigh of relief, and then was severely shocked.

What?

Capture the Jin Emperor alive?

Can you think so much already?

Liu Xiaoyi walked over, looked at Liu Yanzong's body, and sighed: "Sixth brother, you are much better than me. I lost my head. I don't know how much more contribution I can get in return."

Takerokuro didn't answer, he lowered his head and worked diligently to "clean the battlefield."

He picked up the scimitar next to Zong Wang, rinsed it with the wine in the tent, and found that the handle and scabbard were exquisitely inlaid. He admired the lights in the tent for a while, and handed it to Liu Xiaoyi.

Liu Xiaoyi admired it for a while, then handed it to Li He and said, "Xianjia, this scimitar is exquisitely made and is not like ordinary products. You can keep it."

Li He was checking whether Xu Han was dead on the ground. Hearing this, he looked up at the scimitar, shook his head and said: "Take all the trophies to Medicine Master Guo. If you like it, keep it for yourself. If you don't like it, exchange it for a contribution. I won't take any of it."

"

After getting along for a long time, Liu Xiaoyi was already familiar with the Xian family's style. Without being polite, he turned around and approached Wu Liulang to discuss "sharing the spoils."

If you want a knife, make a contribution. It's very simple.

Finished cleaning the "battlefield".

Not to mention Ling Ling, the most important thing is the three heads.

To be precise, it is a human head plus half a human head plus half a chin.

They were all wrapped in animal skins on the table inside the tent and carried by Takerokuro.

Xu Han, who was dying but not dead, was forced to survive by Li He, who fed him several bottles of primary sacred potions and a bottle of ordinary health water.

Liu Xiaoyi supported him and followed Li He out of the tent.

Outside is a brightly lit world.

After getting familiar with the light outside, Xu Han saw that the sky was full of golden people fleeing randomly.

A complete defeat.

Not even the sitting system could restrain the Jin people's wanton panic.

Xu Han let go of Liu Xiaoyi's hand and staggered up a small slope.
To be continued...