After everyone heard this, they could no longer conceal their excitement.

Especially Sun Fu, he said tremblingly: "Great, Your Majesty, we won!"

From the chamberlains and chamberlains brought there, to the officials of the Privy Council, and everyone in front of the palace, they all showed happy expressions.

It's the kind of relief you feel after the big stone weighing on your chest is removed.

Zhao Ning hid his trembling hands and said calmly: "The war is not over yet."

Everyone immediately calmed down, but they were still ecstatic.

Zong Han never dreamed that he would stumble here.

However, he quickly calmed down and began to withdraw his troops.

After Ming Jin withdrew his troops, he began to... withdraw!

If you don't withdraw now, are you waiting for all your troops to be consumed by the Song army?

Evacuate quickly!

Even the flag has been thrown away, retreat quickly!

Zong Han is still very decisive.

The Song army that came out of Shangdang was held back by the Jin army. Zong Han took advantage of the chaos and withdrew with his own bodyguards.

He wanted to withdraw, but the Song army could not stop him. After all, they lacked cavalry.

The pace of the war did not slow down until the evening.

The wind has stopped, but the snow has not stopped.

Looking down from a high altitude, it looks like a huge red carpet spread out between the valleys, stretching for more than ten miles.

The dead trees in the mountains groaned in the wind and snow.

Zhao Ning walked down, and under the faint light of dusk, he saw piles of snow-covered corpses not far ahead, like desolate hills.

The strong smell of blood wafted in the dry and cold air.

The blood-stained flag is still flying in the air, as if waiting for its former owner.

Even the hillside is covered with the remains of the war dead.

Some of them were still standing when they died, and some had only half of their bodies left, with their eyes wide open, still staring ahead, which might be the direction of their home.

Everyone is born to their parents in ten months of pregnancy, and behind everyone is a family.

War is destruction, and human life is like a piece of grass in troubled times.

Teams of people walked through the piles of corpses in the valley. They came to collect the remains of the war dead.

This is a long and important job. They have to record the name on each armor and then find the person from the military registration.

Verify their identities and arrange their funeral arrangements, including transferring their ashes and relics to their families and relatives.

This was unprecedented in the Song Dynasty.

In the past, when Song soldiers died in battle, they would receive pensions, but with the collapse of the military regime, pensions became like child's play.

It is said that the corpses by the Wuding River have not been collected yet, and have long since returned to dust and dust to dust.

Who else remembers the well-dressed people in the temple?

Who else remembers the roll call outside Donghua Gate?

At some point, the wind started blowing in the valley again.

The wind whined and whined, as if the heroes who died in the battle were returning to the place where they gave birth and raised themselves.

The big yellow dog in front of the village can no longer see the young man before the expedition.

Is the girl from the next village still swinging carefree in the early spring sunshine?

Did the old mother put down the thread in her hands again, walked out of the house, looked to the north, and was looking forward to their return?

Zhao Ning stood in the wind and snow, silent for a long time.

Since ancient times, there have been no shocking heroes who have come to the world to defend the country. Some are just loyal souls buried in the mountains.

For thousands of years, this ancient land has buried countless people who defended their homeland and country.

Night falls slowly, and it's so rich that it can't be dissolved.

The mountains in the distance seemed to be shrouded in iron curtains.

The sound of fighting could be faintly heard in the wind and snow.

Zhao Ning had no sleep that night. He was tossing and turning with so many thoughts on his mind.

The order to pursue Zong Han with all his strength has been sent out, and the news that Wang Shi defeated the Jin army is being passed to the capitals of Hedong states.

Until dawn on the second day, when Zhao Ning walked out, it was still dark and it was so dark that it was as if he couldn't see his fingers.

He was standing where he watched the battle yesterday.

After a while, there was finally a faint light in the eastern sky.

The light begins to spread and become brighter.

After surviving the dark nights of winter, light and warmth will come, and hope is there.

This is what the folk say: On February 25th of the third year of Jingkang, the emperor came to Shangdang and personally led an army of 100,000 to defeat 100,000 enemy invaders in the Taihang Mountains. The enemy chief Zong Han escaped far away. The king's army conquered the world in one battle and shocked all directions.

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But in fact, on February 25, the third year of Jingkang, the snow falling on this day was red.

Early in the morning on February 26th, in Tokyo City, Prince Kang's Mansion.

"What! The official died in the battle in Hedong!" Zhao Gou was shocked. This news came from the steward in front of him, "Where did this news come from?"

"It's being spread outside."

Zhao Gou's heart was in turmoil.

If the Zhao Guan family died in battle, he, Prince Kang, would be in bad luck.

In the past few months, Zhao Gou has done nothing but one thing: investigating the clan!

He went through the accounts of the princes, heirs, princes, princes, princes, founding princes, founding county princes, and founding county princes.

He also sent people to measure the properties of the princes, which made the clan members of Kaifeng Mansion unable to sleep all day long.

All of this is based on Zhao Ning's support for him.

He even found out that many clan members committed crimes such as real estate speculation, land merging, misappropriation of state-owned resources, tax evasion, reselling of salt and iron, murder and arson, etc.

For this reason, he offended many people.

But the young Zhao Gou worked tirelessly, like a hard-working little bee, who was determined to do something great in this field.

If Zhao Ning dies, things will definitely change next.

Once the situation changes, what will be the attitude of the newly appointed officials towards the clan?

If he is unwilling to continue the investigation, will the clan take revenge on him in the future if he gets a chance to breathe?

Zhao Gou looked solemn and fell into deep thought.

This is the case in the game of thrones. Once you gain the upper hand, you may lose everything in an instant.

Zhao Gou is ambitious. He wants to seize this opportunity to climb up the ladder and gain more power, instead of simply being a Prince of Peace.

"Who spread the news? Dare to talk nonsense and say that the emperor's death is to destroy the nine tribes!"

The manager retracted his head and said cautiously: "There was a rumor a few days ago that he disappeared by the Yellow River. The Political Affairs Hall deliberately suppressed the news."

"How did you, a little steward, know this?"

"It's spreading outside!"

"What nonsense! How dare outsiders talk about such a big thing!" Zhao Gou was immediately furious.

"You go down first!"

Zhao Gou suddenly became confused and paced back and forth in the room.

After a moment, he seemed to suddenly understand.

If an official dies in battle, the current prince will naturally succeed him.

Yes! Hurry into the palace and find out the situation. If this is true, help the prince succeed to the throne immediately.

At this time, the steward came again: "Your Highness, there is someone outside asking to see you."

"not see."
Chapter completed!