"General, Yue Nanman is here!"

An officer said.

Yang Feng, who had just drilled through the Jin army formation opposite them, broke away from the formation of the five hundred cavalry, and was riding alone with a Mo sword to take Chizhanhui, while the five hundred cavalry rushed northward at full speed to get rid of the Jin soldiers.

"Go ahead, let Tiefutu teach him a lesson!"

Chi Zhanhui waved his hand calmly and said.

Two hundred iron pagodas beside him immediately activated the war horses. These guys were all genuine Jurchens, all of whom were covered with iron armor, and even their faces were covered with only a small piece in front of them. The war horses under their crotch were also covered with iron armor, with iron-faced armor on their heads, shaking like a group of steel monsters, erecting spears and striking forward fiercely, with the aura of cavalry as they were invincible.

Two hundred Tiefutus and Yang Feng, who was riding alone, instantly collided with each other.

The next moment, countless broken limbs and broken arms flew into the sky.

Before Chi Zhanhui could react, the figure that had turned blood-red collided through Tiefutu like a violent rhino and headed straight for him in the background of dead bodies.

"Well?!"

Chi Zhanhui's chin almost hit the ground.

Of course he wouldn't know that in Yang Feng's eyes, his iron pagoda was not as threatening as those ordinary cavalrymen. Ordinary cavalrymen were at least more flexible in their movements. These iron cans were stupid and heavy, and they were just for delivering him food. No matter how thick the iron piece was, they were still a one-slash.

Chi Zhanhui, who woke up, quickly turned around.

But at the same time, Yang Feng suddenly raised his left hand, and an iron bone snatched from the Jin soldiers flew out with a roar, and instantly hit Chizhanhui's horse. The war horse knelt on the ground with a wail, and Chizhanhui who was thrown to the ground turned over and got up. At the same time, the sound of running horse hooves came to his back. He subconsciously turned around, and a silver arc of light suddenly passed by in front of his eyes, and his vision turned into a blue sky.

Yang Feng, who was sweeping by quickly, reached out and grabbed the braid behind his head. Just like what he liked to do in the late Ming Dynasty, he held it in his hand and threw it away, and then chased his subordinates who had already rushed out.

He captured Ye County that night.

Because the error in judging his combat effectiveness was too great, the Jin army's supreme commander Bian Jing, left behind in Da Yan (this word is pronounced as Bian, Khan!), and in fact, there was no additional troops to encircle him. After all, in Da Yan's view, there were 5,000 elite soldiers from Chizhanhui, and the Tangzhou pursued him north, almost twenty times the force, which could not solve this small problem. The troops stationed in Henan could not be mobilized at will. There were more than 100,000 Song troops opposite them, and any military town had corresponding tasks.

As a result, Yang Feng, who killed Chizhanhui, suddenly became as enlightened as a fish swimming in the sea.

In the next few days, he captured Yexian and Xiangcheng at the speed of two days, and successively broke through Yexian and Xiangcheng, which had almost no defense. Along the way, he simply killed all the officials, distributed all the food and money of the government to the people, and at the same time selected the strongest and loyal young and middle-aged men to be soldiers, armed them with the best seized equipment, plundered all the war horses that could be looted, and used all the killed Jin officials to fill the city gate as Jingguan. Even some local tyrants and evil gentry with great anger in the local area to relieve the people, causing cheers everywhere.

It also shocked the whole of Henan.

When Da Yan hurriedly mobilized the army from Bianliang to move south and ordered troops to be transferred to reinforcements to Guide Jiedu Governor Alu, Yang Feng expanded his team to 700 people and had already reached the city of Xuchang.

"Brothers, kill!"

Yang Feng carried a rpg29 on his shoulder, and waved his hand arrogantly like a Sheng warrior and shouted.

Then he pulled the trigger.

Under the night, a flame suddenly erupted and instantly hit the opposite city gate. The terrifying fire group exploded in the 105mm fuel-air warhead made the entire city gate disappear. When the flames disappeared, the city gate and the Jin soldiers who were preparing to block the door were gone. Liang Xing waved his knife and roared. The seven hundred cavalry rushed straight to the frozen moat, and then stepped on the ice on the river surface to rush to the opposite bank, poured into the Xuchang city gate that was opened like a flood. The marshal behind them threw away the firing tube in his hand, quickly carried a thousand bullets of iron box, picked up the m134 machine gun, first poured the m134 machine gun on the city wall for five seconds, then rushed across the moat and threw the hook on the city wall, grabbed the rope and hit the city wall a few times, and poured it on both sides like a monster, and then there were no living Jin soldiers on both sides.

He walked straight to the back of the city tower and looked down at Xuchang City. At this time, the gathering of defenders was facing the Yue family army entering the city.

The next moment the machine gun squirted out flames.

Amid his excited roar, the electric Gatlin, whose fire speed was adjusted to 1,000 rounds per minute, rotated wildly. The bullets mixed with tracer bullets in the blazing flames of the muzzle hit the Jin army guarding the city like a storm, instantly knocking them to the dead bodies piled up. Because of his condescending heights, his muzzle was still moving forward, moving from front to back along the street, like a road roller driving in, crushing thousands of Jin soldiers under the strange red light with metal storms. On both sides of the street were the gazes of countless people who worshiped gods.

After only half a minute of continuous strafing, there were no Jin soldiers standing on this street anymore.

Or die.

Or run away.

And they simply kneeled on the ground and surrendered.

After all, most of the Jin soldiers at this time were not Jurchens, and neither the Han or Khitans were as fierce as fighting to the end.

Immediately afterwards, seven hundred cavalry rushed into the streets.

Yang Feng carried his electric Gatlin down the city wall and walked forward along the long street covered with corpses. More and more people walked out on both sides of him, kneeling on the ground with fear and fear, kneeling on their gods, and Yang Feng's arrogant figure in the song of loyalty to the country was like this. The scene at this moment is forever engraved in everyone's memory.

Two days later, 30,000 Jin soldiers led by Dahan himself surrounded Xuchang.

"negotiation?"

At the Changwu Army Jiedushi Mansion, Yang Feng sat behind the table in the main hall, looked at the messenger in front of him with a smile and said.

On the table is Chi Zhanhui's head.

Uh, he is the governor of the Changwu Army.

"We have heard of General Yue, Ling Zun, you and General Zhang. Both our Marshal and His Highness, sighed with regret. Although Ling Zun had been enemies of our Dajin many times on the battlefield, King Liang still regarded it as a rare talent in his life. The general's courage was also praised by King Liang. The Yue family suffered such a sudden disaster, the Zhao family was indecent. Since the general had already broken off their kindness, why continue to be enemies with Dajin? If the general was willing to surrender, not only would the previous crime be exempted, but the Duke could also be hereditary Meng'an. Your troops would still be your subordinate. In addition, the Jiedushi could be granted any town in Henan and Hebei."

The messenger's eyes avoided Chizhanhui's head and looked at Yang Feng and said.

They really wanted to persuade Yang Feng to surrender, after all, this guy is a treasure no matter what he said.

"You don't have the final say in this matter. People with enough identities come and talk about it!"

Yang Feng said.

"So who will the general want to talk about?"

The messenger said.

"Let's come on!"

Yang Feng said.

"The general was joking. How could we marshal come in person? If the general is willing to leave the city, we marshal is still very willing to drink and have fun with the general."

The messenger smiled and said.

"Go to your place?"

Yang Feng hesitated for a moment.

"It's not impossible, but if this general goes over and you learn the Hongmen Banquet, what should I do if I kill this general with a random knife? Unless someone comes to protect it, it must be someone with a special status that can make this general trust, for example..."

Yang Feng pondered for a moment.

"Yan Sheng Gong!"

Then he said.

"Yan Sheng Gong?"

The messenger said in surprise.

"Yes, Yan Shenggong, Yan Shenggong is the leader of the saint, so his character is naturally undeniable. He is still worthy of the respect of this general. Qufu is only a few hundred miles away from this place. You can deliver the letter in a day. The carriage will run faster. It will basically be five or six days. As long as he can come to Xuchang to protect you, the general will leave the city and go to your camp for a while. If the agreement is made, there will naturally be nothing left. If the agreement is not right, there will be no swords in the city. In short, it is like this. If Yan Shenggong does not come, a Wanyan family will be hostage."

Yang Feng said.

"Okay, general, please wait for the good news."

The messenger said with a smile.

It was just that King Yan Sheng Gong, Kong Fan was favored by the Jin court and should have contributed to the court. Little pets like this are just for good-looking things, and life or death are not worth mentioning at all. If the agreement is inappropriate, he will naturally have to cut this guy to death. When King Yan Sheng Gong Kong Fan is in the city, at least he will be killed by the left-behind soldiers, and the court will reward him with loyalty and righteousness. Isn’t it just King Yan Sheng Gong, who has his son even after he dies. His son Kong Zheng may want Kong Fan to sacrifice himself for the court immediately. If this guy wants others to be hostages, it may be hard to say, but if King Yan Sheng Gong comes to serve as a hostage, there will be no problem at all.

He is happy Yang Feng is also very happy.

At this time, there was more than one Yansheng Gong. Kong Duanyou, the official Yansheng Gong of the Kong family, was still a little conscientious. Of course, the main reason was that these aristocratic families were well aware of the fact that clans should be divided in troubled times, and they could never bet just one place. Then as Yansheng Gong, he followed Zhao Gou to the south, and this branch became the Southern School of the Kong family. In the north, his nephew Kong Fan was named Yansheng Gong by the Jin Kingdom. This branch became the Confucius family in Qufu, which means that there was one Yansheng Gong from the north and south. For the Southern Song Dynasty, the southern part was orthodox, and the fact was indeed the case.

If Yang Feng admitted the Shaoxing peace treaty and recognized that the Southern Song ministers belonged to the Jin Dynasty, then the two Yanshenggongs in the north and the south were side by side, but Yang Feng did not recognize the Shaoxing peace treaty. Then the Yanshenggong in the north was a fake official and a traitor. How should we deal with the fake official and a traitor...

From Tangzhou to here, he had piled up four Jingguan along the way.

He and the messenger looked at each other.

"Hahahaha!"
Chapter completed!