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The First Champion Chapter 657

If it weren't for the fact that Mayu Mountain was a hundred and ten miles long from north to south, running across the entire Changchun Prefecture, it wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.

Han Shizhong's idea in this battle is very simple, that is to use the old tricks to grind you to death.

The fortifications built these days can be regarded as coming in handy. Cooperating with the spaceship above, while blocking Zong Pan's advance, he sent cavalry to harass the weak areas of the Jin soldiers.

Zong Pan, who had been accumulating for half a month, was full of energy, and swung a circle towards Mayu Mountain, hitting a ball of cotton.

What's worse, this ball of cotton is still surprisingly sticky, making you uncomfortable and unable to get out.

Zong Pan has never suffered such a loss, although with his courage and a good horse, he finally escaped a way out.The personal guard Mouke was almost completely damaged, and the good horse that had been fighting with him for many years was finally exhausted, and his body was also full of scars, blood soaked through his heavy clothes.

On a small hill, Wanyan Zongpan was shirtless, and his muscular upper body was wrapped tightly with steamed cloth strips. Looking at the dark forest, he felt extremely irritable.

The depression that had nowhere to vent made him almost go crazy. Song Jun was like a dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off, stuck to himself, and didn't give him any time to rest.

When he was angry, the ground under his feet trembled.

This really frightened these frightened birds to jump, but they saw that the earth and rocks were pushed away, and Song Jun was hiding under their feet.

Arrows shot densely, and groups of Song soldiers surrounded them. Wanyan Zongpan couldn't figure out why the Song soldiers were like the whole mountain with eyes. He couldn't get rid of them no matter where he went or how many times he divided his troops.

How did he know that there were dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him in the sky.

The resting guards were shot with arrows all over their bodies, and some of them screamed and beat the ground, blood spattering from their fists.

In the distance, Han Shizhong had already personally led his men to chase them up. Tens of thousands of Tartars were in front of them, but they were not as difficult as Wanyan Loushi's army.

It took almost less than half of the time for Han Shizhong to clean up Zong Pan's team.

Now surrounded by this small hill, there is really no way to go to heaven and no way to go down to earth.

The underground are all the dark hills of the Song Army, and there are three or five spaceships in the Tianshan Mountains, surrounded by Song Army soldiers with red tassels and red jackets.

Wanyan Zongpan let out a roar and rushed over screaming. He had just run two or three steps when he tripped over a rope that jumped up suddenly.

A large net was thrown down, Song Jun closed the net with a smile, dragged his fat body, and entangled him.

Han Shizhong was overjoyed, twisted his wrist guard, and said, "Hurry up and send someone to tell Shao Zai that I, Han Shizhong, have already defeated this group of people first and captured Yan Zongpan alive."

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In the south guarded by Zongze and Yang Lin, Wanyan Zongjun had the least number of people, but he was supported by Dading Mansion.

A Guda sat in Dading Mansion, and sent reinforcements to support Wanyan Loushi first, and stabilized the situation on the eastern front.

Then he sent troops to reinforce Yan Zongjun. At this time, he learned that Zong Pan's entire army was wiped out along the way, and Lou Shi still failed to break through the line of defense.

In Dading Mansion, Aguda's face was livid, and like Lou Shi, he also knew that he had lost the battle.

He ordered to retreat to Tokyo Mansion, if it was impossible, retreat to Huanglong Mansion.

"Send someone to help and bring back Lou Shi and Zong Jun!"

For the first time, there was a hint of loneliness in Aguda's voice, and all the noble Jurchens in the tent couldn't believe it.

If this order was given by someone else, they probably would have jumped up to fight that person long ago.

This order to retreat before defeat came from the mouth of the old Jurchen patriarch, the emperor of the Kingdom of Jin.

A Guda glanced around coldly, and said, "We are defeated, and we will no longer be opponents of the Song people. It is impossible to say that this important peace talk, please surrender!"

"Peace talks?!"

"Please surrender!?"

The expressions on the faces of the Jurchen aristocrats were wonderful, and some of them were flushed from the suffocation, like puffer fish about to explode.

Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor is hysterical, Jurchen Erlang is invincible in the world, why should he surrender to others.

7 Chapter thirty

By the time Wanyan Zongjun received the order to retreat, it was already too late.

Looking around, Song Jun was biting hard, and his subordinates were not one out of ten.

Under the command of Zongze, the master-level military trainer, Yandi Han'er has amazing combat power, tacit cooperation, and individual bravery. With his back on Mayu Mountain, he combines the right time, place, and people into one body, and completely defeats Wanyan Zongjun.

At this time, Wanyan Zongjun, who was already red-eyed from killing, roared, and gave the messenger a pair of knives in his hand, and shouted: "Jurchen Erlang has no retreat, today you will follow me and die here together."

After speaking, with the last Mouk, he rushed to the Song Army's main formation, which was gloomy like a giant beast. What greeted them was a protruding spear and a sea of ​​people that could not be seen at a glance.

The setting sun was like blood at dusk, and thick wolf smoke wafted with the wind on the hillside, and several war horses were tired and limp on the ground.

Soldiers kept looking for their comrades among the corpses everywhere.

The new-style battle robe has the name and origin of its owner, so that the ashes can be brought back to the hometown for burial after death, and it is also convenient to distribute pensions to the family.

Don't underestimate this point, it brought Song Jun's morale and bravery to a big level.

Yang Lin looked at Ma Yushan, which had been burned and half of it was bald, and felt so proud that he wished to jump three feet high.

Although his heart was overwhelmed with excitement, Chiyangzi waved his hands calmly and looked at the bloody battle all day long, with blood in their robes and disheveled generals, and said: "This battle was won as expected. Hard work and meritorious deeds needless to say, brothers who died in battle also have their own opinions, so they must be generously compensated."

Everyone clasped their fists together, and Yang Lin immediately said: "It is better to chase after the poor with the remaining courage, and not to be known as the overlord. Now that the Jurchen army has been defeated, we should take advantage of the victory and pursue and take down the entire Zhongjing Mansion!"

All the generals accepted the order coaxingly, Yang Lin smiled lightly, and said: "Also, good news came from the north, Song Gongming has captured Wu Gu Di Lie, beheaded Jin Guofeng King Wanyan Zongchao, and wiped out Wu Gu Di Lie's defenders. In the entire Shangjing Road, there is only Huining Mansion left!"

The cheers were suddenly thunderous. In this way, they will definitely lose if they are not afraid of the Jurchen Tartars.

In the huge Liao Empire, only Jurchen's lair is left, and Tokyo Road is still in their hands.

At this time, a personal guard said in a low voice: "Young Zai, according to reports from the intelligence department's brothers, Wanyan Aguda should be in Dading Mansion!"

Yang Lin was startled and said, "Is this really true?"

"As expected."

Yang Lin rolled his eyes, and said loudly: "Wanyan Aguda is in Dading Mansion! Don't hesitate to work hard, you have done your best in one battle, quickly mobilized the army, and besieged Dading."

On Mayu Mountain, the soldiers of the Song Army who were resting suddenly heard the familiar sound of golden drums.

A little soldier stood up instinctively, and then fell into doubt, his face froze.

"Damn it, I'm so tired that my ears can't work. I heard drums just after the battle."

An old pawn next to him scolded: "You heard it too? That's true. Don't be dazed. Hurry up and gather."

The daily drills worked, dragging their tired bodies, and the battalions assembled.