(Regarding the update, Lei Dun wants to apologize to everyone, because Lei Dun is not a full-time writer, and he still has to work on weekdays, so sometimes he can't update in time. ）

Liuzhen is a small town on the edge of the Yellow River, named after a tributary of the Yellow River that passed through the town and gave birth to a huge willow tree.

This willow tree was nourished by the water of the Yellow River, and because of its huge size, it was sacrificed by the people, and gradually gave birth to spiritual wisdom and gave birth to a divine soul.

It's just that these divine souls have already been included in the god list by Zhang Junbao, and it can be said that all the mountain spirits and wild monsters that gave birth to spiritual intelligence around Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures and Bianliang have been included in the god list, which has also become an important source for Zhao Shu to obtain information.

"The Jurchens have passed Liuzhen, and they have to tell Lord Tianzheng!"

The spirit in the willow tree was carefully hidden, and when he saw hundreds of Jurchen cavalry passing through Baliu Town, he immediately headed towards the sealing hill, this kind of storage zài was not dealt with by a willow spirit who had just conceived a divine soul.

When night fell, the Jurchens set up camp outside Willow Town, and were arrogantly preparing to enter Bianliang tomorrow to participate in the so-called great ceremony, this team of soldiers and horses was extremely elite, the number of thousands of people, counting carefully, there were also six or seven hundred innate warriors, three or four Gangqi warriors, this combat power, in a few months ago, when it could be vertical and horizontal Bianliang without hindrance, but now it has to be controlled everywhere, but the Jurchens don't think so, backed by the army, arrogant.

"Dashuai, is the emperor of the Song people really willing to cede Taiyuan and accept the New Year's coin?"

In the Jurchen camp, the generals asked with concern, this time they followed Zongwang to fight in the south and the north, first hit Bianliang, but were driven out of Yanyun by Song Dog, and fought fiercely with the Western Army in the land of Hexi, and finally outside Taiyuan Town, the Song people's Western Army was severely damaged. But he was defeated by the bullshit King Wu and broke Luanyang, entangled the army of Gubeikou, and even the Qilin army forced Xijing Datong from Juyong Pass, only half a step away, and the Jurchens were about to surrender to Xijing.

This Song emperor wanted to negotiate peace, and he also gave such generous conditions, so that many Jurchen generals really couldn't figure it out.

"Hmph, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty has long since died, and the current emperor is made up of Daomen masters, you and I just have to sign an agreement. Enjoy the glory and wealth, where is the nonsense!"

Wan Yan Zongwang squinted his eyes and glared at the generals around him.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and they all said that the southerners were weak, but they were also terrifying.

"Dashuai, will the king of Wu of the southerners agree? This guy is extremely ruthless, I'm afraid he will get in the way!"

A Jurchen general said during Ai Ai. This made the generals' faces change slightly, and everyone also understood the power of this Great Song Dynasty Wu King, hundreds of thousands of troops were cut off by him, and they had to flee into the land west of the river to join Zong Han. Otherwise, tens of thousands of Jurchen elite sons and daughters will be folded in Yandi.

Zong Wang saw everyone's expressions, and snorted heavily: "I'm afraid of a bird, isn't this Zhao Shu'er three heads and six arms, and the emperors of the Great Song Dynasty have been taken away." What is a prince afraid of? Now that this Zhao Shu'er has arrived in Bianliang, he has offended many high-ranking people, and it is already precarious. How to stop my Jurchen cause. ”

Wanyan Zongwang's gaze became more and more ruthless, and he swept around: "My Jurchen son, I dominate the world, why not be afraid of the heroes of the world." A Jurchen son of a certain belt. How did it become like this? Before the great enemy, he was actually cowardly, could it be that Zhao Shu'er was comparable to the elite of millions of Liao people, could it be that the shape that my Jurchen Erlang faced was more difficult than that of a stepwalker?

Wanyan Zongwang's eyes were like lightning, and he continued to scold: "It's not that you're cowardly, but that you have got money and want to enjoy wealth and wealth! If you want to be greedy for comfort at this time, get out of a certain subordinate and a certain department early, there is no such unproductive Jurchen son!"

Wanyan Zongwang has always been strong and mighty, since the Jurchen started the army, he is almost invincible, and the warriors under his command have always been desperate for him, first a slashing reprimand, and then a cold sneer, how can these Angzang big men stand it, they are already full of blood and blood, straighten their waists, clench the blades in their hands, and roar in unison: "What the marshal pointed out, we have to fight hard, and we are desperate, how will we not fall into the prestige of my Jurchen son." ”

"Good!"

Zong Wang raised his voice and shouted, his voice was immediately lowered, and he said coldly: "That Zhao Shu'er is now stationed in Fengqiu outside Bianliang, with as many as 2,000 troops, and it is the time for you and I to eradicate Jurchen Erlang in one fell swoop." ”

Hearing this, the generals were slightly shocked, and immediately arched their hands and said: "Dashuai should pay attention, it is the time to kill Zhao Shu in one fell swoop and take revenge." ”

"Haha, we have a thousand and three people, masters are like clouds, and there are more than a thousand innate martial artists in Bianliang to help, and under the joint efforts, they will destroy the withering and decaying and destroy the Zhao thief. ”

"Dashuai, kill Zhao Shu, my daughter is really enough, why bother to join forces with the southerners.

These southerners are cunning, don't be used as a gun!"

"The great etiquette is imminent, the southerners want to cut off Zhao Shu'er's wings, there are eight hundred Buddhist gates and one thousand Taoist gates, these people can make use of it, so as not to consume my Jurchen sons in vain!"

"Tomorrow night, attack the mound, and the chickens and dogs will not be left!"

"Chickens and dogs don't stay!"

The Jurchen generals roared angrily, as if victory was in sight.

Wanyan Zongwang's chest slowly rose and fell, and he glanced at these sons and daughters under his command who had regained their spirits, and his heart was extremely happy.

"As long as you kill Zhao Shu, the land of Yanyun will be at your fingertips, as for the bullshit who snatched away, waiting for the Jurchen army to break through Bianliang, he took his head to make a wine vessel, and those Daomen who tried to command the Jurchen in vain will also be completely destroyed by the Jurchen Erlang!"

Wanyan Zongwang's face showed a look of ecstasy, and the prosperous country of the southerners will once again let the Jurchen sons gallop. The prosperous capital of the southerners will become the wealth of the Jurchen sons, and the weak southerners will be in the midst of blood and fire, let the Jurchens toss and wail under the iron hooves, and give what they want.

This feeling of extreme excitement when he thought about it made Wanyan Zongwang want to raise the sky and hiss, and immediately raised his knife to kill Zhao Shu and destroy Bianliang.

Under the carnival of the Jurchens, a thousand innate warriors wearing fine steel armor quietly came to the surrounding of the camp, lifted the sentry horses one by one, and surrounded the camp of the thousand people.

A thousand people bent their bows and arrows, and the general's sharp weapon divine arm bow was stretched to the extreme.

"Buzz!"

The moment the sound of the bowstring bursting bounced, a thousand long arrows pierced the night and shot away.

"Not good!"

When the sound of bowstrings and arrows breaking through the air sounded, the soldiers in the Jurchen camp became alert, leaned down to dodge, and rushed to kill with swords.

"Buzz!"

The second round of arrows followed, and then the third round of arrows flew again.

Rao is Jurchen is experienced in a hundred battles, there are many masters, and in the face of the sudden rain of three rounds of arrows, he was also a little unable to parry, and for a time dozens of Jurchens were directly shot, and nearly 100 were injured.

After three rounds of arrow rain, a thousand innate warriors threw away their bows and arrows, stretched out their hands to hold their weapons, and silently rushed forward.

In close combat, both sides were extremely brave, and they were old enemies, and they fought fiercely for a while, but the Jurchens only had hundreds of innate martial artists, most of whom were in the true qi realm, and they were caught off guard and were killed most of them.

"Ahh

Wanyan Zongwang looked at the soldiers who rushed to kill like ghosts and gods around him, and his heart was extremely furious, especially when he saw a large number of soldiers dying, he was even more furious, and when he waved his knife to kill those soldiers, Wu Yuanba had already greeted them.

Zhao Shu stood in the void, his fist intent faintly locked on Wanyan Zongwang.

The golden dragon and the water ape also participated.

The lion fights the rabbit and also uses all his strength, Zhao Shu used all the innate martial artists and Gang Qi realm martial artists this time to wipe out these Jurchens in one fell swoop.

If it weren't for the fear that the movement of the trap beast would be too big, the trap beast would also be involved at this time. For a time, the Jurchens suffered heavy casualties, and the ambition that had just been established was extinguished.

"Zhao Shu has made a move, we should also make a move!"

On a mountain outside Fengqiu, Wudu and Red Sperm glanced at each other, stretched out their hands, and a thousand Dao soldiers and eight hundred Buddha soldiers of the innate realm came towards Fengqiu, and two groups of yellow turban wrestlers who were prostrate on the ground also got up suddenly, not hiding their whereabouts, and killed directly towards Fengqiu.

"It's not good! They use the Jurchens as bait! It's too late to leave, we must hold on and wait for Your Highness to return!"

"Ironclad beasts go meet the Yellow Turban Warriors! Don't let them approach the city. ”

"White Tiger. Brother Mo Ran blocked those masters. General Zhang Xian led the Modao team to block the city, and there was still hope for a battle in the city!"

Zhang Junbao looked at the thousands of innate martial artists who had been killed, his face changed greatly, he immediately calmed down, and ordered again and again, although he only had the realm of possession, he was an old man beside Zhao Shu, and his prestige was extremely high. (To be continued......)