The camp of the Golden Army in Qingcheng, south of Bianliang City.

"Interesting!"

Wanyan Yinshu said with interest.

At the same time, he smiled and pushed a large black wine urn in front of him, which shook like a tumbler, and a head without ears and nose inside let out a strange grunt in protest of his actions, while staring at a pair of dead fish eyes and leaving tears of pain......

Well, this is their messenger, Wang Xiao.

But when the complete messenger came back at this time, it was a piece, and next to this wine urn was a basket, and inside the basket were his two legs and two arms, as well as his ears, nose, and tongue, otherwise he would not have been able to fit into this small wine urn. The poor king's envoy looked at Wan Yan Yinshu like this, and kept writhing because of the pain of shaking, and then his writhing made the shaking of the wine urn more violent, and he let out a strange scream with his tongueless mouth in the constant friction of the wound, accusing the demon of being vicious, and Zhao Huan's unreasonableness.

"This dog emperor is killing himself!"

Wanyan Yinshu stood up and said with a cruel smile.

"Kill yourself?"

Sticky Han sneered and looked at the city wall in the distance.

Obviously, this is not normal, even if the Song people refuse to accept his withdrawal conditions, it is impossible to treat the envoy in this way, the only intention of doing so is to provoke him and tell him that we will continue to fight, but he really can't think of a reason for Zhao Huan to do this.

It was not the first time he had dealt with Zhao Huan.

That's a piece of waste.

It's not just Zhao Huan, except for a very few officials in the entire Song Dynasty who are still worthy of respect, such as Wang Ji, who stopped him in Taiyuan City for nine months, and still fought bloodily until he was shot dozens of times before committing suicide after the city was broken, but there are few such people like gems in the sand, and the rest can almost be said to be all waste, except for playing some meaningless conspiracies and tricks in the face of force, and doing some inexplicable so-called poems, they have no other ability at all, and they are only worthy of being used to refine corpse oil in the Jurchens.

In other words, such a waste dares to take the initiative to provoke?

It's confusing!

"What did the Dog Emperor say?"

He asked one of the attachés who had gone with Wang Wei.

"Marshal, the Emperor of the Song State didn't say anything, it was the national teacher who was talking, and the prince also made it like this, according to what the national teacher said, they no longer recognized everything promised before, and asked us to recede all the occupied lands, including the sixteen states of Youyun, to them, and compensate them for their losses of 10,000 taels of silver, otherwise the national teacher will lead the army to Huining to kill all the countrymen."

The attaché said tremblingly.

The surrounding Jin army generals laughed, and even Mu Han couldn't help but laugh, it was obvious that this was really interesting in their eyes.

"What are they doing when they are killed and beheaded?"

Sticky Han said, pointing to the attendant.

The few attachés were so frightened that they hurriedly begged, but then they were dragged away, they were all civil servants of the old Liao State, and for the Jurchen nobles, they were just some wagging tails and begging dogs, in fact, these groups of envoys were all from the old Liao State, whether Liu Yan or Xiao Qing or Wang Xiao who were trampled to death by horses. Mu Han ignored the wails of these dead slaves, staring at the city wall in the distance, he was on the altar of the Song Dynasty at this time, this circular stepped altar formed an empty commanding height, and his big camp Qingcheng was the palace that was specially fasted before the sacrifice to the sky, and there was one in the north and south of the city, and there were five miles away from the Bianliang city wall, which was also a safe distance, and the camp that could not be separated was in the east of the city.

"Send someone to the clouds, bring Lu Yundi, and then put it in the jar like Wang Wei, and send it to the dog emperor too!"

He said lightly.

Lu Yundi was an envoy of the Song Dynasty.

After the first battle of Bianliang, he went to Taiyuan with the order of the emperor of the Song Dynasty and announced to Wang Ji that Taiyuan would be ceded to the Jin State, but Wang Ji ignored this order and continued to hold on until September, because the Song Dynasty immediately sent troops to rescue Taiyuan, so Lu Yundi and another envoy were detained in Daizhou, since the emperor of the Song Dynasty dared to demonstrate, it would be good to reply to him in the same way.

After Yan Yinshu could immediately wave his hand, an officer left immediately, and at this moment he looked at the altar and said, "Marshal, the right deputy marshal is here." ”

Sticky Han turned his head to look at the bottom of the altar.

Under the altar, the middle-aged general was slowly walking up to the altar on crutches with the support of the soldiers, because he was too sick, even then he still had to walk a few steps and stop to rest, just like a dying old man in the prime of life. This scene made Sticky Han couldn't help but sigh, it was obvious that the current situation was worrying, this fierce general who was sandwiched from left to right with himself, and even competed with each other to kill Bianliang and finally won his own fierce general, has now almost become a waste. And there are more and more such patients in the barracks, and a large number of people die almost every day, and yesterday there were more than a hundred burns in one day, and thirty of them were the Jurchen elite who followed him all the way south, and these brave soldiers did not die on the battlefield but fell under the disease, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness, and this is also the reason why he was in a hurry to end the war and withdraw his troops.

He really couldn't hold it anymore.

"Why are you here?"

He leaned on the railing and looked at the separation.

He didn't look up.

Yinshuke suddenly screamed, and almost at the same time, a strange sound came, and Mu Han subconsciously raised his head, and saw a dozen points of fire in the sky dragging the smoke rapidly.

"What the hell is this?"

Sticky Han said in amazement.

His gaze fell immediately after the firelight......

"Get out of here!"

He yelled almost subconsciously.

At the same time, a black thing hit him less than a foot away, and then bounced upwards and hit him, and at the moment when he fell down with a scream, the thing turned into an exploding flame, and the flames and gunsmoke instantly made his figure disappear, but Mu Han saw a head fly out of it immediately, and before he could react, a dozen things dragging long bamboo poles behind him fell like rain, and dense fire balls kept exploding in his barracks......

"Ha, yes, give you the first credit!"

On the Bianliang city wall, Yang Feng, who was guarding more than a dozen wooden shelves, patted a craftsman from the Ministry of Engineering next to him on the shoulder and said.

This is a rocket.

Even without his hands, the firearms craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry themselves can make according to his patterns, and the Congreve rocket is the inventor in India to see those princes use Chinese-style rockets to shoot each other to improve, and the rockets themselves are heavily equipped in the Song army, and even the people often put similar ceremonial flowers. He's just a super-large one, but it's enough to hit five miles away, but the gunpowder is precious and can't make a few, and because of the limited weight, most of the gunpowder is used for driving, and the gunpowder that can be used to bombard is pitiful, and it can't kill people at all, and it is completely unrealistic to expect it to repel the Jin army, but it can scare people.

"It's just not accurate, and it can't be compared with the artifact of the national teacher!"

The craftsman said humbly.

Of course, it is not the bamboo pole orientation that hits the separation.

That thing has no accuracy at all, and where it shoots out and flies depends on character, and it's no problem to hit a huge target like a military camp......

It's actually hitting the altar.

He didn't get a rocket just because he was too unlucky.

And such a rocket has to be made by the national division himself, and it has to be directly spin and stable, which is really an artifact in this era.

"Artifact, of course it's different!"

Yang Feng looked at the smoke rising from the camp of the Jin Army and said.

He didn't know that he had blown up one of the two commanders of the Jin Army, but at this time, Sticky Han was commanding his subordinates to pick up the pieces that could not be separated! This is Ah Guta's own son, and he is so crushed and broken, but he has to pick it up. And Yang Feng just saw that they occupied Qingcheng unpleasantly, anyway, this is also a place to worship the sky, what is the matter with letting the Jin army be a big battalion, he is not worried about scaring the Jin army away, it would be a fiasco to retreat because of this, and the Jin army, which has not yet failed, is like this, the more it cannot give up Bianliang and retreat, it will become a shameful mark.

Sticky Han couldn't bear the mark.

Even if he really had to withdraw his troops, he would have to pass the limelight and find a suitable excuse, otherwise their internal political enemies would happily use this reason to remove him from power, knowing that the princes and ministers of Wanyan Wu and Huining were not at ease with him.

With the consolidation of the regime, the Jurchens, who could have been said to be united, have also begun to learn to intrigue and fight each other.

And it's bloody.

Sticky Han must maintain his undefeated image.

And as long as he continues to drag on, so that it will drag on until the summer, then he won't want to leave, Yang Feng actually doesn't care about Zhao Gou, he has the means to solve Zhao Gou, his 100,000 army is prepared to solve the Jin army, as long as it is delayed until the summer, the Yellow River in the flood season will completely block the Jin army's northward retreat. Then the pontoon bridges were broken, there was Zong Ze in the north to guard the ferries everywhere, Sun Zhaoyuan was stuck in Luoyang and Cuihan Road in the west, to the east is the water network of Surabaya, and to the south is the water network of the Huai River, the Jin army will be trapped in Henan, and then his 100,000 army will be killed, and the Jin army will be in a decisive battle here, and the hundreds of thousands of Jin troops will be annihilated in Henan in one fell swoop.

The rest of the north is easy to sweep.

But the premise of all this is that the water level of the Yellow River must skyrocket to the point where it can cross the north and south.

That is, in the summer, the flood season.

Otherwise, even if he took the hundreds of thousands of gold soldiers, he would be helpless, especially since the vast majority of them were cavalry.

However, Yang Feng didn't know that just when he was admiring the gunpowder smoke rising from the Jin army camp, the south of this camp, on the road from Gongzhou, that is, Sui County, was originally sent by Zhao Huan to announce that the cities in Hebei ceded the Jin State, but in Weizhou by the soldiers and civilians in the city, the former Shangshu Zuocheng, and the subordinate Geng Nanzhong, were also appreciating this scene in amazement.

"Look, don't hurry up!"

A Jin Army officer beside him pushed him impatiently and shouted.