"Alas, there is someone!" Junchen looked at Wu Yanguang's corpse, his face changed a few times, and finally shouted, "Cut off Wu Yanguang's head, pass the head to the audience, and order the soldiers to shout that Wu Yanguang is dead, and hit the hearts of the remnants of the Khitan army!" ”

"Yes!" The officers and men of the Tang Army responded in unison, and soon a sergeant stepped forward to cut off Wu Yanguang's head, "Wu Yanguang is dead!" The sound rang out over the battlefield.

In fact, Li Junchen is also very contradictory in his heart, although he has from the bottom of his heart hatred and disgust for these alien races in the Central Plains, but he has an indescribable feeling for famous alien heroes such as Wu Yanguang and Yelu Dashi, both an inexplicable sense of pity for each other, and a pain of hating the Han family who can't punish his nine clans.

Lu Zhishen arrived earlier than Lin Chong, as a commander who had fought bloody battles in the Northwest Battlefield and the party, he could somewhat understand some of Junchen's thoughts, and immediately drove his horse forward and patted Junchen lightly on the shoulder, "Brother, this is fate, since we were born in a hostile nation, then we and them can only survive!" ”

Junchen nodded silently, and was about to drive the horse forward, but the corner of his eye was a glimpse of Yu Hualong and several people pushing each other on the side, looking at the posture, it was clear that he wanted to nominate a representative to say something to himself, but no one was willing to come, as if anyone who came to open this mouth would be very faceless.

Junchen couldn't help but wonder, with Wu Yanguang's head, except for a little cleaning of the battlefield and the rescue of Zhao Ji with piggyback, this battle could actually be declared over, but why did they still show such a look, Lu Zhishen was not surprised by this, coughed lightly, and snorted at Wu Yanguang's corpse, Junchen just slapped his head and woke up.

Although the level of Khitan casting armor in this era is far inferior to that of the Central Plains, and since the Liangshan era, Li Junchen has paid special attention to the collection of war horses, but the armor and war horses used by characters of this level like Wu Yanguang are all the best of the best, and now that he is dead, the armor and war horses he used during his lifetime will naturally be coveted by his generals.

Now that he has figured out this section, Junchen smiled and glanced at Lu Zhishen, and opened his mouth slightly towards him, if Lu Zhishen was asked to drink wine and eat meat, or even kill people and set fires, he would gladly accept the order, but let him distribute equipment and materials, which was the most headache for him, you didn't see the infantry of his previous battalion, not all Yang Lin came to help him do these things, but now it was Junchen's order, even if he didn't want to, he could only nod with a dark face and answer.

There are many people in the Tang army who take a fancy to Wu Yanguang's suit, but there are also many people who don't look down on him, and Li Junchen is surrounded by these people, and slowly walks towards the last high platform.

Yelu Dashi had a bad premonition since Wu Yanguang personally led the troops into battle, and under the drive of this premonition, he kept walking back and forth on the high platform with a leather whip in his hand.

Yelu Dashi's actions are just a specific manifestation of his anxious mood, maybe he doesn't think it's strange, but in the eyes of Zhao Ji and Wang Huang, who has never met Zhao Ji, it is completely a manifestation of the Khitan Mansion is about to fall and the day is precarious.

Although Zhao Ji can't be the emperor, he is an unscrupulous faint king, but it is undeniable that as a generation of literary artists, he is still very smart, but he used this cleverness in the wrong place, and now he sees Yelu Dashi like this, he has no scruples, and laughs directly, "Haha, I said that my army will definitely come to save me, Yelu Dashi, if you are smart, you should quickly put me down, then I may spare your life, otherwise ......"

"Put your head on it!" When Yelu Dashi was anxious, he heard such a sentence, and he didn't look back at the whip, which made Zhao Ji scream "whooping", but this time Zhao Ji was not like before, while screaming "whooping", while desperately begging for mercy, but instead made a threat, the implication was nothing more than that Yelu Dashi would not let him go, and when his army came, he would definitely break Yelu Dashi's body into pieces.

Yelu Dashi was angry, and a dark brown face gradually had a tendency to turn black and purple, but you can imagine what Zhao Ji made him angry at, if it wasn't for thinking that Zhao Ji was still useful to himself, he really hated to whip Zhao Ji to death immediately.

But every time he had this idea, a voice would appear in the depths of his mind, warning him not to do this, if he did this, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life, you must know that the alien races in the north are people who believe in the gods abnormally, and they have always regarded those voices in the underworld as the voice of the gods, even Yelu Dashi, who is both civil and military, is no exception, and because of this, Zhao Ji can live until now.

But now, Zhao Ji's poisonous tongue has challenged Yelu Dashi's nerves again and again, the black lines have covered Yelu Dashi's forehead, and the fists are also bruised, obviously on the verge of eruption, but Zhao Ji does not have this consciousness and eyesight, and there is still a sentence there that stimulates Yelu Dashi's fragile nerves.

"I'll kill you!" Yelu Dashi finally couldn't stand Zhao Ji's poisonous tongue, and suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from his arms, and grabbed Zhao Ji's placket, "The Khitan is over, I'm also finished, so what's the use of leaving you, give me death, Zhao Ji!" As he spoke, he raised his sharp knife in the air.

Yelu Dashi's action was obviously out of Zhao Ji's expectations, and immediately scared him into disarray, his face turned pale, and his body struggled involuntarily, but his hands and feet were tied, and where could he break free, since the struggle was ineffective, he could only pull his throat and howl loudly, "Who can save me, who can save me...... Whoever can save me, I will be given the throne...... No, whoever can save me, I will give him the throne! ”

"Hey...... Now even if you give me the throne, you can't get your life back, die! Yelu Dashi laughed wildly, and the sharp knife in his hand was like the fangs of a poisonous snake, falling towards Zhao Ji.

"No......" Zhao Ji couldn't help screaming.

"Wu Yanguang is dead! Shameless is dead! Wu Yanguang is dead! At the moment when the sharp knife touched Zhao Ji's leader and just pierced his skin, the voice of the Tang army sergeant finally came.

"What! That's impossible! When Yelu Dashi heard this voice, it was like being struck by lightning, where could he still take care of Zhao Ji, threw him down, and shouted towards the high platform, "What are you still doing here, why don't you hurry up and kill all those screaming people!" ”

"Kill? They're here to see if they can kill it! Yelu Dashi's words fell, and a murderous voice came, Yelu Dashi heard this voice, his body couldn't help but stiffen, and he tried hard to raise his head, and saw Li Junchen surrounded by Gao Zhong and others, slowly walked over, and a big banner with the word "Tang" was waving in the wind, looking at Yelu Dashi's eyes, it was particularly dazzling.

"Haha...... My army has finally come to save me, why don't you let me go! Zhao Ji doesn't care about any banners, even if he knows the difference between Tang and Song, he will pretend not to know at this moment, Yelu Dashi heard his voice, and couldn't help laughing miserably, "Lost, completely lost, but surnamed Zhao, don't be complacent, you said, whoever saved you, you will be in him, you ...... Belch! Before he could finish his words, a bloody spear suddenly burst out of his chest.

"Wang ...... King...... Good...... Calculating...... "Where would Yelu Dashi think of this result, and when he wanted to say something, he was kicked off the high platform by the person behind him, and fell to death in front of Li Junchen on the spot.

Originally, in history, the founding king of Western Liao, in this time and space, died unusually aggrieved outside Lu'an City.

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