A few days after the Jin soldiers stopped attacking the city, the defeated army that withdrew from Suicheng finally arrived outside Jianmen Pass.

After all, Pucha Rongbao still had two skills. He escaped all the way to contain the defeated army, and he was forced to gather a remnant of more than 10,000 people. Excluding some wounded soldiers, he brought a total of 10,000 cavalry.

But the morale of these 10,000 people has dropped to the extreme.

In Wan Yanliang's handsome tent, Pu Cha Rongbao dejectedly reported the detailed battle situation in Suicheng.

After hearing this, all the generals took a breath, especially when they heard that the Great Liang Dragon Rider's combat power was extraordinary, many people's expressions changed slightly.

Wan Yanliang's face was filled with anger, but he did not get angry at his right-hand man.

If he were in Suicheng, I would probably make the same decision as him.

"Okay, there's no need to blame yourself. Victory or defeat is a normal thing for a soldier. Let's take good care of our injuries first." Wan Yanliang held his forehead and waved his hand.

"Thank you, General!" Pucharongbao bowed.

"Did you say that anyone among the defeated troops had seen the Beiliang army holding my golden emperor flag?" Wan Yanliang asked the question he was most concerned about.

If the Beiliang Army really has the Beijin Imperial Flag, it is self-evident what it means. After all, in the entire Shuntan Land, only Wanyan Zongcheng is qualified to possess the Imperial Flag.

Now Wan Yanliang has a good idea in his mind that Tanzhou City has most likely been captured.

Pucha Rongbao nodded: "Although I have never seen the imperial flag with my own eyes, the words of my soldiers should be true, otherwise Suicheng would not have been deceived so easily."

When Pucha Rongbao heard the news among the defeated troops who were being sheltered, his shock was no less than that of Wan Yanliang at the moment.

Wan Yanliang lowered his head and firmly grasped the handle of the chair with his generous palms to calm down.

"General, General Zongcheng, I'm afraid." Pucha Rongbao pierced the window paper and revealed what Wan Yanliang was most worried about.

"Not necessarily." Wanyan Liang waved his hand and said with a hint of luck in his heart: "Maybe it's just that Tanzhou was defeated and the Beiliang Army happened to get the imperial flag. Wanyan Zongcheng's life or death is not yet known.

With thousands of cavalrymen, there is still a possibility of breaking out."

The hearts of all the generals sank. These words were just deceiving themselves and others.

The big golden imperial flag is a symbol of status. Any royal family who is qualified to be equipped with the imperial flag would rather die in battle than lose the imperial flag.

So what if Wanyan Zongcheng breaks through the siege? Jianmen Pass is blocked by Beiliang Military Pass, and Suicheng falls into Beiliang's hands again. Both roads are blocked, a real desperate situation.

Just when the generals in the big tent fell into silence, a Jin soldier broke in from outside the tent: "Report! General, Beiliang sent something to our camp."

The Jin Bing who delivered the news was obviously a little scared.

The generals in the room all raised their heads with astonishment on their faces. Why did the Beiliang Army send such things so neatly?

"What did you give me?" Wan Yanliang frowned.

"Give it away. Send it away." The Jin soldier hesitated for a long time without daring to speak.

"Pah!" Wan Yanliang slapped the table in front of him and cursed angrily: "You're mute! Say it quickly! Be careful, I'll chop you up!"

Wan Yanliang, who finally took a chance to vent, suddenly felt much more comfortable.

He's really not used to not scolding a few people.

Jin Bing, who was kneeling on the ground, was so frightened that he buried his head deeply on the ground and said tremblingly: "The Beiliang Army sent a coffin and a letter."

Coffin?

There was a sudden commotion in the tent, and all the generals were whispering to each other. Pucha Rongbao's heart trembled, and he could probably guess what was inside the coffin.

"Damn it! Shut up!" Wan Yanliang slapped the table again, then stared at the golden soldier on the ground and said, "Go and bring the coffin in, let me take a look."

"promise!"

The soldiers on the ground rolled and crawled back.

Wan Yanliang let out a long breath and slowly leaned back on the chair. He could probably guess what was inside the coffin.

Soon, four or five strong golden soldiers carried a jet black coffin into the big tent.

An oncoming stench instantly filled the entire camp, and many generals covered their mouths and noses.

These generals who have been in the army for many years are like a clear mirror in their minds. This is the stench emitted by the rotting corpses.

Wan Yanliang stood up suddenly and strode to the coffin. There was a letter nailed to the wooden board with a knife on top of the coffin.

"Open!"

Wan Yanliang's tone was trembling.

Several soldiers worked together to push open a corner of the wooden board. Many generals came closer to take a look, and suddenly felt nauseated.

Inside the coffin was the body of Wanyan Zongcheng, and the head and body had long been separated. Although some time had passed, Wanyan Zongcheng's face could still be recognized.

This was also thanks to the medical officers in the Beiliang Army using some potions for preservation, otherwise the corpses would have rotted faster. You must know that it was still summer when Tanzhou City was captured.

Wan Yanliang waved his hand with a livid expression, and several soldiers covered the coffin again.

"when!"

Wan Yanliang pulled out the knife stuck on the wooden board with one hand, took down the letter, and then said regretfully: "Carry it down, and bury General Zong Cheng in a dignified manner."

"promise!"

As the coffins were carried away, the stench in the camp became much lighter, and many generals looked extremely ugly.

Wanyan Liang looked at the coffins going away, feeling depressed in his heart. The royal family died in battle. If the news was spread back to the capital, how would he explain it to His Majesty?

When he left Jiuxiao City, he vowed to show some humiliation to the Beiliang Army. Now that Tanzhou has been lost and Wanyan Zongcheng, who was born in the royal family, is also dead, he is now very embarrassed.

Wan Yanliang, who had been stunned for a while, finally turned his attention to the letter in his hand.

There is a sentence written in red pen on the outer envelope of the letter: "Please personally sign it, General Wan Yanliang, the Marshal of the Northern Jin Army in Liaodong."

Wan Yanliang looked at the cover with interest for a while, then slowly opened the letter.

There were only eight large characters written in the letter, which was less than the words on the cover.

Withdrew from Liaodong, Paul’s body was intact!

"Damn it! You bullied me too much!"

Wan Yanliang finally couldn't bear it anymore, cursed angrily, and then tore the letter in his hand into pieces.

All the generals were silent, and no one knew why the bald man suddenly got angry again.

Wan Yanliang gritted his teeth and returned to his seat, and said angrily: "Grant me a letter of challenge! Two days later, outside Jianmen Pass, I invite the Beiliang Army to a battle!"

"General, would you like to think about it?" Pucha Rongbao quickly spoke up.

He did not feel that this was a good time to start a war with the Beiliang Army. The Beiliang Army from Suicheng would arrive at any time, and the 80,000 gold soldiers here had been attacking the city for several months, and the soldiers and horses were already exhausted.

If the time comes to get caught in a two-sided attack, our side is likely to be at a disadvantage.

"No need to say anything, I've made up my mind!" Wan Yanliang shouted, looking around the room: "Who has any objections?"

Seeing that Wan Yanliang had already made up his mind, the others could no longer persuade him, so they shouted in unison:
Chapter completed!