84_84470 "Why?????

The prince of the small race looked up to the sky and roared, and the sea of fire and killing made the grief and anger of the prince of the small race even more desolate.

"Let's go! Let's go! Go to the old breed, go to the old breed!"

The looks of the guards around him were also extremely desolate, but they had to protect the small species and retreat towards the rear.

"What about Yao Pingzhong?

The little seed prince suddenly thought of something and roared violently.

"General Yao, intercept the Jurchen and chase the enemy, Xianggong go quickly!"

"Ah! 30,000 Qin Fengjun, 30,000 Xijun Erlang, 30,000 Erlang. My 30,000 Kansai children!"

The planter trembled, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he collapsed directly to the ground.

"Xianggong!"

The surrounding guards immediately led the seed division to the camp further northwest, and the old seed minister and 100,000 western troops were stationed here.

It's just that when the news of the big defeat of the small species came, the generals of the entire Western Army raised their heads and knelt under the old Xianggong: "Xianggong, let's go, go back to Guanzhong, and keep these Guanxi children!"

"This defeat must be a traitor in the court! Otherwise, how could the Jurchens ambush and wait for our army to enter!"

"Xianggong, we have come thousands of miles to help, how did the imperial court treat us! Resisting us outside the city, the Tianwei army and the Xinde army were all annihilated, and the imperial court did not give us the slightest reward, but ordered us not to march in vain!"

"Xianggong, don't let Guanzhong's sons die!"

In the face of the requests of all the generals, the old minister Yang Tian sighed softly, closed his eyes, and then got up lightly and said: "The Western Army has guarded the border for the country for hundreds of years, how can it be alone when the country is in danger. My family has received the grace of the country, and at this time, I have to do my best for the country. ”

The old seed whispered softly. calmed everyone down, turned around and said, "I went to the imperial court overnight. Wait until I come back to speak!"

"Haha, the Western Army is nothing more than that, but is it so?"

Wanyan Zongwang looked at the slain Western Army and laughed loudly.

"Haha! The small species is defeated, the small species is defeated, and the entire army of 30,000 Qin Fengjun is annihilated, haha. Lao Chong and Li Gang actually joined hands to write a book, and if they are defeated this time, they can only lose their official positions and resign!"

In the Confucian camp, everyone laughed.

"Haha, the plan is done, the small species is defeated, you can go to the book to refer to the old species and Li Gang, and regain the power of Bianliang!"

Li Bangyan and the others laughed, and the entire mansion was filled with great joy.

"Why is this happening? Why? Is the sky going to die? Your Majesty, the old minister is sorry for you!"

Li Gang at the head of the city looked at the flames in the distance. The Western Army, who was constantly killed, trembled and cried loudly. There are already old tears on the resolute old face.

"Damn Tartar, damn Tartar!"

On the other side of the city wall, Yue Fei grabbed the female wall and gritted his teeth and roared.

"Why!

Zhao Huan on the throne was pale, trembling all over, roaring angrily, and there was a chance of gray color on his beard.

At dawn, the Jurchen army approached the city of Bianliang again, and at this moment the entire city of Bianliang fell into a state of death. The soldiers on the walls were filled with despair.

The old breed and the young breed entered Bianliang overnight, looking miserable.

"陛xià. Peace is negotiated, and only peace can be withdrawn. As long as the Jurchens retreat, they will be able to keep Bianliang and the society of the Great Song Dynasty!"

Li Bangyan held the guard board, and he was full of tears, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

"Your Majesty, Li Gang, the main battle of the master is unfavorable, the loss of power and humiliation of the country, the loss of tens of thousands of my sons, according to the crime, should be beheaded!"

Wu Min also stepped forward and said, gritting his teeth.

For a time, the courtiers attacked Li Gang and the cultivators, they were Wenchen, and they just wanted to negotiate peace, maintain their authority, and keep Wenchen's control of the martial arts.

The literati have ruled the military ministers for hundreds of years, and they must not let the martial artists press on their heads, this is their first thought.

The old man stood quietly, his resolute face was desolate, and his snow-white hair made him even more sad.

Li Gang stood next to the old minister, his face was silent, and he couldn't see what was going on in his heart.

"Peace, peace, haha, I didn't expect that I, Zhao Huan, would want to make peace to save my life and save this country!"

Zhao Huan faced all the ministers, his face was laughing, desolate and sad, which made everyone slightly stunned, Li Bangyan and others couldn't bear it in their hearts, but when they thought of the century-old tradition of literature and martial arts in the Great Song Dynasty, and thought of their own glory and wealth, they had to do so, because they represented the interests of the ministers and the interests of the courtiers of the Great Song Dynasty for thousands of years.

"Your Majesty, as long as the Jurchen retreats, you can regain your strength, the Han Gaozu is in danger of climbing the mountain, and Tang Taizong also has an alliance under the city of Chang'an, what a moment of humiliation!"

Tang Ke took a step forward and roared righteously, wanting to wake up Zhao Huan.

"You're really wrong!"

At this moment, a faint sigh came from outside the hall.

"Who?"

This faint sound was like a thunderbolt, which alarmed the entire court.

In the eyes of everyone, a young man with a purple and gold crown, wearing a python dragon robe, and a handsome face with domineering and resolute slowly walked into the main hall.

"Who?"

Tang Ke and the others looked at Zhao Shu in the python dragon robe, their faces were cold, they had not seen Zhao Shu, and some ministers had seen Zhao Shu who was cowardly a few years ago, and they didn't think about it at all for a while.

"The samurai dragged this man down!"

"Humph!"

Zhao Shu snorted coldly, his eyes swept towards Tang Ke, just at a glance, Tang Ke trembled like chaff, and cold sweat broke out.

"King Wu!"

"King Wu Zhao Shu!"

At this moment, everyone thought of a person, and they were shaken, and they roared incredibly.

Li Gang and Seed Master Dao's faces were also shocked, and their eyes were staring at Zhao Shu, wanting to see clearly this sudden Great Song Prince, and wanting to see the difference.

"Why are you here? See my jokes?"

Zhao Huan looked at Zhao Shu who walked in slowly, forcibly suppressed his anger, and shouted coldly.

"I'm here to sue you, Yanyun is victorious, and he will kill 100,000 Jurchen soldiers!"

Zhao Shu's eyes swept over everyone and said lightly.

"What?"

Zhao Huan was shocked, and shouted violently, his eyes trembled, and he couldn't believe it.

"Impossible!

The ministers of the court were even more shocked, and Li Bangyan and others pointed directly at Zhao Shu and retorted sharply.

Li Gang's face was first shocked, and then he was overjoyed, and it was even more incredible: "Is what His Royal Highness King Wu said true?"

"His Royal Highness King Wu, how can you defeat 100,000 Jurchen soldiers?"

The face of the seed master was also flushed, but he asked more rationally.

And at this time, countless shouts suddenly came from outside the court: "The Jurchens have withdrawn! The Jurchens have withdrawn! The Jurchens have withdrawn!"

"Yan Yun is a big victory, and he will kill 100,000 in battle!"

"Yan Yun is a big victory, and he will kill 100,000 in battle!"

This cheer was like a tide, spreading throughout the Bianliang, shaking the sky and directly into the court.

"Really, really!"

"It's true!"

The court exploded in an instant, Li Gang's pale face instantly burst into a huge smile, and the momentum of the indulging of the Seed Master Dao instantly became public.

"Damn! Damn!"

"Silversmith is this waste! Silversmith is this waste!"

Wanyan Zongwang tore up the paper in his hand and roared angrily.

"Haoran National Teacher, who is this Zhao Shu, who is it?"

Haoran Daoist looked at Wanyan Zongwang in front of him, sighed lightly and said: "Dashuai doesn't have to care about Zhao Shu, the most important thing now is how we return to the north!" (to be continued).