Linhuang Mansion, Imperial City.

The burning candles swayed the shadow of people, and the voices of people continued to come, as if they were quarreling.

"…Zonggan, you have changed. Hanhu is your younger brother. He has not made any improper obstacles to your throne. As a brother, don't he tolerate it at all?"

"Uncle, he is too close to Zong Wang. Even if he is not dissatisfied with me, the elder brother, he has to be careful." On the vacant Golden Luan, a figure walked around and slapped the Jinzhu with a palm: "It's too late to say this now. The deputy envoy Hutulu will kill Zong Wang, and Han Hu can't escape death."

The one-eyed old wolf looked at the energetic Wanyan Zonggan and shook his head: "You have not learned your father's heart at all. I thought it was good for you to learn from the southerners, but now it seems..." He sighed, "...It seems that he has also learned the bad things of the southerners together. The southerners will not swallow this breath, and the war will come sooner or later."

The lights were waving, Wanyan Zonggan walked down the golden stairs, smiling and spreading his hands: "Isn't this good? Once war begins, the country needs unified command..."

Speaking of this, he clasped his fists with both hands and paused: "I can ascend to the Nine Five."

The old man was sighing.

"You have been thinking about the throne... I really believe that the Jurchens will definitely win?"

"Isn't it?" Wanyan Zonggan turned around and walked up to the Golden Palace, turned around and pointed outside the hall: "I, the Jurchens, can kill out of the poor mountains and rivers, destroy a country, why can't the victory be reappeared?"

"Shut up--" Lao Lang's eyes sterned, and finally couldn't help it. He stepped towards him a few steps. Dozens of guards suddenly rushed over to surround the golden ranks, and pointed weapons at the angry marshal.

Wanyan Zonghan gritted his teeth and stared at the other party, "What do you want to do... Do you know the consequences of your doing this?" The latter Zonggan sat down on the golden stairs, nodding with a serious expression: "Of course I know, but if you are here, everything else is not important."

"You regret it now..."

Zong Gan smiled, opened his mouth slightly and was about to finish his words when a noisy sound came from outside the hall. With a bang, the hall door was pushed open, Wanyan Jin rushed in with a piece of armor, and several guards were pushed to the ground.

He was stunned at the scene in the hall. Zong waved his hand without any trace and retreated to the guard of Ji. Zong Han slowly retreated and asked his adopted son behind him, "What's the matter? I'm in a panic."

I don’t know what happened to the two people in the hall, but Wanyan Jinzi had more important things to report. He took out a piece of information and handed it over, looking very bad.

The old man saw the news above and his face sank. He threw the information to Wanyan Zonggan who was walking over. He turned around and walked out of the hall. Before the other party could see it, he stopped and carried the other party on his back, his voice was low and hoarse: "You have got what you want now. My Majesty, I pray that our army will have the ferocity of the past five years."

Wanyan Zonggan held the paper's hand and was shaking a little.

It reads: The 200,000 troops of the Wu Dynasty suddenly launched a surprise attack, and the two states of Zhuo and Yi fell, and the important town of Jizhou was in urgent need. Another side army of the Wu Dynasty entered Yunneizhou.

The sudden signal of war plunged directly into Wanyan Zonggan's weak body, becoming slower, and the candlelight reflected in his eyes, as if he saw that the war at that end had begun.

In Jizhou, the 50,000 people in Guan Sheng rushed to the city wall like a torrent when the next day was dawn. When the sunlight rose to a certain height, black smoke rose up in the city, and blood flowed down from the city wall.

"Raising the shield--" the inspector's sergeant held his knife and roared.

Under the city wall were densely running figures. When the sound of the command sounded, someone pushed the shield on his head. A rolling wood was thrown from the city and the arrows that accompanied it. Xuan Zan hid under the shield. A heavy object hit him on it. His arm was tightly pushed back, and his ears were buzzing and tinnitus were buzzing.

He glanced at the distance through the gap and growled: "Go in again!!"

On the city wall, dense arrows followed one after another, hitting the shield. The soldiers holding the shield beside them screamed and fell to the ground, and a feather arrow penetrated into their eyes.

Xuanzan hurriedly grabbed the shield that was about to fall and held it hard, gritting his teeth, and his pace became faster and faster.

A land of one arrow.

Immediately, the shield was raised and he yelled: "Prepare a ladder and kill it for me-"

The vision spread from under the city wall, and countless hysterical shouts were made under the shields that were rolling up like waves. Thousands of people divided into dozens of strands and drilled out from under the shield wall, carrying ladders and crashing into the majestic important town.

In the rear, Hao Siwen was riding a horse and waving his sword. The archer began to shoot and cover. From a distance, the tide of people climbed up the city wall. The huge fighting sound finally began to make the most tragic moment.

Countless Jin soldiers on the city wall were waving their spears, trying to intercept the Wu Chao soldiers who were climbing up, and then shot them down. With a fierce shouting in the air, the dense crowds of people below kept stepping onto the cloud ladders. Some fell down, and some rushed to the top of the city to kill with the Jin soldiers, covering the ladder behind them.

Xuan Zan bit an arrow that penetrated his arm with his mouth and spit it out. The axe in his hand chopped it out the moment he climbed up the wall. The bloody flower rushed into the sky from a broken arm, "Ahhhhh--" The soldier with broken arm didn't want to die, so he rushed over with bare hands and fist, and then his head was cut off by the axe.

"Who else has stood up and gathered here!"

The blood-stained axe drew a semicircle in the crowd, and the flesh and blood were blurred on the weapons. Xuanzan pulled over several Wucha soldiers standing up and shouted at the surroundings.

Not long after, with him as the center, the Wu Dynasty soldiers gathered began to spread, with more than one hundred people... Xuanzan struggled to protect the ladder under the city wall, and there seemed to be no other sound in this world.

"kill--"

People shouted desperately, no matter how enemies and us were. Then, they collided fiercely again, with swords, guns, swords, and flesh and blood flying everywhere.

....

The battle at the top of the city continued, and a faint smell of blood came from the other side of the city wall.

On the front, the figure in the green robe and golden armor brushed his long beard, squinting his eyes, watching the situation of the siege. This time he wanted the soldiers to quickly capture the important town of Jizhou. There were many Jurchen soldiers here, with about a thousand people, and the rest were probably the former Liao generals. He always wanted to try to fight or not.

"Think about it, Liang Yuanchui's troops should have arrived long ago."

The Qinglong sword hung upside down for a moment, and the sound of horse hooves pedaling, a figure of a knight galloped from afar. He turned around and got off the horse and bowed, "Report to General Guan, General Liang's troops have come, less than three miles away from here, but..."

"Just what?" Fengyan looked over.

The soldier stammered and said, "…General Liang…he…he drove away the Jurchen people in Yizhou."

Guan Sheng took a heavy breath, turned around and roared at the messenger: "Let Hao Siwen stay in charge, I will go over there and take a look." Then, he grabbed the horse's belly and galloped out.

The horses passed through numerous arrays and ran out of the range of the army. Along the distance, the outline of a soldier appeared in the southwest direction, walking very slowly. In front of them was a huge crowd of people driven away, and the miserable crying could be clearly heard.

The old man with bumpy steps, holding the trembling woman in the cradle, the man with bloody face and broken body, was tied with his arms by ropes, and the crying sounds were rushing towards the side of the city wall. Most of them were wearing Jurchen clothes. Guan Sheng already understood what Liang Yuanchui was going to do, and rushed into the cavalry with the reins frantically and found the general full of barbarism.

"Are you crazy?!" Guan Sheng stopped in front of the man, "A killing an unarmed person, do you want to be scolded to death by those scholars? Or will you settle the score in the future--"

"I'm just for tooth..."

Liang Yuan looked down at the city wall and answered.

"It's just a tooth!" Then he repeated affirmatively.

Guan Sheng was furious and shouted with his horse's head on his horse: "Guan can't stand the unarmed person, no matter who they are!"

The man who was riding slowly rode his horse and stopped, thrust his heavy gun into the soil, turned his head to look at Guan Sheng, gritting his teeth: "You are the one who is unreasonable!"

He pointed to Jizhou, his red eyes opened his anger and roared: "You are pitiful to Jurchens? Who will be pitiful to us who died at the time? Have they ever been pitiful to us? Have you forgotten to Qin Ming sacrificed his life to the country? He is your comrade! Those people who died tragically in the north, with broken bodies, and heads hanging on pillars and on the city walls, and rows of dead eyes were dying at you with their eyes closed, you forgot? They are your compatriots!"

The angry figure of a beast turned around and pulled out his heavy gun and raised it.

Cold voice: "Occurrence-"

A cavalry blew the desolate horn.
Chapter completed!