"The Heaven of Immortality!" Wan Yanliang prayed to his Heaven of Immortality for the second time. This time his eyes were full of fear. The ferocity and arrogance that had supported him for thirty-two years were now with the thunder and lightning.
The heavy rain disappeared together.
In fact, the Song Army's fleet was ready to go. They were originally preparing to encircle and suppress the Jin Navy, but by chance, they used it to attack the Jin Army.
In fact, even in Jiangzuo, there was a Song army that did not cross the river, and Yu Yunwen also contacted them.
To be honest, at this point, none of the passionate and heroic men in the Song Dynasty would think about surrendering and running away like Zhao Gou. They had been bullied for a long time and they all wanted to fight a fierce battle.
Now that it has reached this point, it is not just the shouts of killing that are heard on the opposite side of the river. On his flanks and in the distant sky, countless killing shouts are coming from the mouths of the Song Army soldiers. If it were any other time, Wan Yanliang would not
These rabble-rousers are in the spotlight, but not now.
"Back off, back off!" he shouted, and was the first to turn the horse's head.
He already understood that he had lost this battle and had to run away quickly.
Not only did the casualties of the soldiers at the front mean that he no longer had enough troops, but the thunder and lightning that fell from the sky caused all the soldiers on the ship to die tragically. It also made his remaining men lose their fighting spirit. He himself saw it with his own eyes on the ship.
More than one of his subordinates was splashed by the fire caused by the thunder and lightning, and then he was left rolling and wailing.
This time it was the devil's curse, the demon's lightning method in Fengzhou, which was the biggest variable in this war.
He recruited five masters of magic, but was defeated by Feng Zhou, which made him completely frightened.
If he can return to the north of the Huaihe River before the Song people completely cut off his retreat, then he still has a chance to make a comeback, but the Song army around him is so powerful...
He had never felt this way about running away.
"Kill!"
Yu Yunwen had never had such an ecstatic expression, but after all, he was a civil servant, and even in the ecstasy, he maintained a calm attitude. He arranged the military orders in an orderly manner, leaving enough manpower, and then personally led the reserve team to board the
We got the boat and started heading towards Jiangzuo.
Thousands of reserves have been conserving their physical strength. They have been anxious for a long time as they watched the friendly forces win. Now that they have received the order, they know that they must defeat the last Jin army and capture Wan Yanliang alive. Naturally, they are full of fighting spirit.
High-spirited.
In order to thank Feng Zhenren for his kindness, Yu Yunwen specially arranged for two generals, Wang Chongyang and Xin Qiji, to lead their respective men on board the ship.
Looking at the excited expressions of the soldiers, Yu Yunwen felt that his legs were weak and couldn't help but sit down, breathing heavily.
He applied talisman seals to the weapons of the Song army, luring the enemy's masters in magic to fall into the trap, and took the opportunity to use thunder to hack and burn the soldiers on the enemy ship to death. At the same time, he used various means to destroy the fighting spirit of the Jin army.
Finally, a reserve team was sent to pursue the Jin army.
In order to delay the Jin man's retreat, Feng Zhenren even raised his hands like rain.
All of this was planned by Feng Zhou, although the commander was Yu Yunwen.
A ship has docked, and the soldiers of the Song Army rushed onto the left bank of the river and began to develop in depth. Yu Yunwen put his face into his palms, laughed softly twice, and then stood up again. Although the battle situation was over
Sure. But there are still many things waiting for him to sort out.
He glanced at Feng Zhou's back and sighed in his heart, Feng Zhou, Feng Zhenren, not only followed him, but he was afraid that he would not only have glory and wealth, but also a brilliant future.
Quanzhen Sect, I also want to join.
By the way, if the emperor in Jiankang Mansion knew about this battle, I wonder if he would be overjoyed... The emperor must be anxiously waiting for the battle report from the front line. This battle must be able to change some of his ideas. After all, he has already defeated Qin Hui.
Killed.
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Collapse, complete collapse.
The Song Army's various slogans, horns, and even drums were so heart-breaking that Wan Yanliang's scalp went numb. He drove his horse and ran wildly. This feeling of running for his life with all his strength was palpable in his mind.
In my twelve years of career, this has never happened before.
When the Song Army appeared on the left flank of the river, Wan Yanliang knew that he had completely lost this time. Obviously the Song Army's purpose this time was not to block him, but to completely eliminate him.
He underestimated these southerners too much.
He originally thought that the Song army in Jianghuai was vulnerable, so attacking Caishi with his strength would definitely be overwhelming. However, he calmly crossed the river. By that time, the entire Jiangnan was under his hundred thousand soldiers. He believed
, when the time comes, I will definitely be able to write a most powerful poem, far better than that "Song of the Wind".
But Feng Zhou happened to appear!
A sorcerer who cultivates immortality and practices magic, regardless of living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, forgetting about worldly affairs and focusing on practicing, constantly interferes in the human world, and even interferes in military and national affairs. Isn't he afraid of being contaminated by cause and effect, and is he not afraid of being punished by heaven?
Wan Yanliang thought fiercely.
This was the knowledge popularized by the magicians around him, and it was also one of the reasons why he dared to go south to conquer the Song Dynasty.
But now, everything is finished.
One hundred thousand elite troops collapsed in one day. Until now, Wan Yanliang still doesn't understand why his army failed, why his sacrifice could not defeat Fengzhou, and why the Song army's combat effectiveness suddenly exploded.
What he didn't understand even more was why it was raining heavily wherever he and his imperial guards ran.
You must know that this is October, the weather is already cold, and a cold rain will make even the strongest person feel freezing to the bone.
But the Song army's pursuers had a lot of time to deal with.
During several brief confrontations, he could feel that the other party did not seem to be affected by the rain.
Could it be Feng Zhou’s fault too?
"When I return to the north of the Huaihe River, I swear to take revenge!"
Looking back, Wan Yanliang didn't see the pursuers because of the pouring rain, but he felt that the pursuers were everywhere. He panted and roared to the sky.
The imperial guards following him also roared to the sky, and their voices no longer had the force of reason, but resembled the wail of a wolf at the end of the road.
No matter how elite the army is, in such cold weather, encountering ever-present heavy rain, and running wildly in the mud for dozens of miles, they still have to stop and rest to let their horses recover some strength.
Then he was horrified to find that Yelu Yuanyi, Tu Shan Shouxu and other Jin generals had not followed him.
"They'd better die!" He secretly felt hatred in his heart.
After experiencing such a tragic defeat, it would be difficult for these people to be loyal to him again. If they were lucky enough to escape back to the north, they would probably surrender to Wan Yanyong immediately.
So, they'd better die.
Wan Yanliang is thirty-two years old this year. He has a strong body and can tolerate failure, but cannot tolerate betrayal by his subordinates.
"The leader of the Black Witch Cult, Shan Honglie, is far more capable than his son. Chai Ping also said that his senior brother Guo Tong is the best master on Mount Wutai. His magic power is ten times higher than that of Chai Ping. All temples respect him very much. If
If we invite these two people here, we will definitely be able to kill Feng Zhou!"
Thinking of this, he gasped, touched the rain on his face, and ordered: "Have a rest for a while, we must leave immediately!"
At this moment, the heavy rain suddenly stopped.
Everyone was startled and couldn't help but smile with joy.
Without rain, their escape speed should be faster.
But Wan Yanliang looked horrified.
The rain stopped, which meant they no longer needed rain.
Could it be said that they have blocked it?
As soon as he thought of this, he heard a loud roar: "Wan Yanliang, Xin Qiji from Lu is here, you can't escape this time!"
Following this long roar, a burst of horse hoofbeats suddenly sounded in front, and soon a Song Army cavalry of several hundred people appeared in front of them.
There was no trace of the cold rain on these hundreds of troops. They were all in high spirits and fighting spirit. The leader was a big man, wearing light armor and holding a long sword. He was an extraordinary man. He was Xin Qiji, the general of the Song Army.
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Sitting on the horse next to him was a young Taoist priest with a half-smile but not a smile. He looked at Wan Yanliang with eyes that were like looking at an ant.
Wan Yanliang's heart sank, and a look of despair immediately arose.
Feng Zhou is here, and the great Jin Emperor Wan Yanliang is doomed!