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The First Champion Chapter 585

Zong Han made a decisive decision and said, "Call everyone together immediately to break through!"

If this city stays any longer, they will definitely die, and there may be a chance in a desperate fight.

Originally, it was best to flee to the north, but when the Hushui was dug, there was a vast ocean to the north.

As a last resort, he had to flee to Yanshan first, hoping to break out of the siege and return to the Great Wall.

The gate of the city was wide open, and the Jurchens rushed out from the south, and countless soldiers and horses surrounded Zong Han, just to save his life.

Han Shizhong happened to be commanding on this high hill, and at a glance, he knew that the Jurchens were about to flee.

He turned his horse's head cursingly, and said in a loud voice: "Send down the order and chase after the enemy troops in the south, stop teaching and leave Yan Zonghan!"

Wanyan Zonghan's status in Jurchen is very high, far beyond the reach of someone like Xi Yin.

If Zong Han can be killed, it will boost morale and deal a heavy blow to Jurchen's arrogance.

Wanyan Zonghan, as the most advocating general of the Kingdom of Jin to go south, was the vanguard of the Song Dynasty three times. The meaning of killing this person is far from the simple annihilation of the Jurchen vanguard.

The Jurchen iron cavalry lined up in a charging formation, and the leading team no longer cared about the horses that usually loved their lives. They blindfolded the horses and beat them with all their might, aiming to hit them with speed to open a hole.He no longer cares about his own life or death, and uses his flesh and blood to open the way for Zong Han.

Heavy cavalry charging into battle is the most spectacular battle scene of this era, and the torrent of iron armor is unstoppable.

To the south is Yanshan Mountain. No one would have thought that the Jurchens would break out from here. From everyone's point of view, even if the Jurchens escaped, they would also flee north.

It's a pity that Zong Han had no choice but to dig the Hushui. Instead, he hit the right one.

The water everywhere made it difficult for the Song army in other places to support, and the pressure on the south suddenly increased.

Han Shizhong rode the horse with a gun, pulled the reins, and the crotch was obtained from a healthy Jurchen horse.With a long hiss, the tall man stood up.He personally went to the front of the formation and directed the crowd to besiege.

Even the soldiers of the Song army on the south side of the city are twice as many as the Jin soldiers, and everyone is shouting, "Stop teaching and leave Yan Zonghan!"

The Jurchen knights kept falling off their horses, but the living ones still charged desperately. At this moment, they had no time to fight, and only cared about rushing to create a path for Zong Han to escape.

Zong Han and his soldiers lay on the horse's neck, wrapping their hands around the horse's neck to reduce the chance of being shot to death.

These Jurchens were really good at riding. They charged back and forth, and after several tosses, several loopholes gradually appeared in the formation of the Song army.

The fighter opportunity was fleeting, and Zong Han's personal soldiers led him straight to the gap.

Countless soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty chased after them, riding and shooting, killing and wounding the Jurchen Tartars continuously.

"This time, none of them will live!" Qu Duan said while slashing and killing.

Zong Han ran wildly, and saw that he entered the jungle of Yanshan Mountain, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in his heart.

As long as you don't die, hide here and wait for the Jurchen army to enter the Great Wall.In the deep mountains, is there anyone who is more familiar with how to survive than the Jurchens?How can the mere Han people find our Jurchens.

Only now did he have time to look back at his side. There were only a dozen or so soldiers left, and all of them were wounded.

No need to think about it, this time they brought [-] Jurchen elite soldiers and [-] vassals, all of whom were dead.

Zong Han felt extremely uncomfortable, even if he struggled to go back with his life, he was doomed to stay away from the center of the Kingdom of Jin.

"Kill the horse, let's go on foot!"

More than a dozen people, supporting each other, have long lost their strength.

I didn't feel it when I was working hard just now, but now I can't move my legs when I get off the horse, and even a little movement is painful.

They killed the horse, threw it aside, and wiped the blood from their bodies. Zong Han looked coldly at the three seriously injured people on the ground, they could no longer walk.

The three of them raised their eyes, filled with despair, and one of them said: "Zong Han, if you escape back to Dajin, remember to look at my family."

Zong Han nodded, and the three of them wiped their necks to commit suicide.

The remaining soldiers put away their scimitars, pinned them to their waists, and led Zong Han to the mountains.

"First find a place with water, fill the water bag, and wash away the blood."

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and they took off all the armor on their bodies, and they were still on a trail in the distance, and then turned back.

The Jurchens are natural hunters, fishing and hunting are something in their bones, and they soon found a small river.

Several people went to the river, preparing to wash away the bloody smell, so as not to be tracked by the scent.

Suddenly, he stumbled, and the two front soldiers were all tied to their ankles with ropes and hung upside down from the tree.

Zong Han was shocked, and he and the remaining six soldiers drew their swords and looked around vigilantly.

A few slashed bamboos whizzed towards them with the sound of piercing through the air. Two soldiers guarded Zong Han one after the other. Both of them were stabbed like hedgehogs and died immediately.

Ropes were thrown one after another, and rocks fell down. The exhausted golden soldier, who had lost his armor, blocked it with his body.

At this time, several people walked out of the river, their bodies were covered with leaves.

"Second Master, they are all Tartars!"

Everyone in the Hong family village who was waiting for his brother came out slowly. Taking advantage of the last sunset, Hong Tianding saw that he was indeed a money rat-tailed Tartar.

He led his men forward, and as soon as he got close, a Tartar soldier who was tied up with a rope suddenly jumped up, and even tore the rope, holding two bamboo poles in his hand, and killed three people in Hongjiazhai in a row.

Hong Tianding saw the opportunity, and a stone hit him on the back of the head. The thick man shook a few times and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.A young man from Hongjiazhai threw himself on the middle-aged man who had just died, crying endlessly.

"Daddy? Ah! He killed my father, and I'm going to kill these bastards!"

Hong Tianding grabbed him, after this time, he no longer dared to let his subordinates get close, who knows if there will be another violent attack.

He grabbed the young man, defending him with one hand, and said: "These bird tartars, who are protecting this man so desperately, must be the nobles among the Jurchen. Bind him, and smash the others to death."

People from Hongjiazhai picked up stones and smashed them on the tied Jurchen soldiers one by one, blood and flesh flew all over them, and they could no longer see the appearance of people, so they approached them one by one.

Zong Han's heart was ashamed, and he was restrained with his eyes closed. He didn't know the identities of these people, he just thought that Song Jun had been lying in ambush here, waiting for him to throw himself into the trap.

After being captured, of course it would be better to die, but it is difficult to think of death at this time.

Zong Han didn't say a word at all. After Hong Tianding was tied up, he kicked him and asked, "Do you know the Hongjiazhai? Did you tartars come in from the Hongjiazhai?"

"Second Master, this is a tartar, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Hong Tianding thought about it for a while, but only a few nobles in the Tartars could speak Chinese.However, most of the Jurchen Tartars can speak some Khitan language.

Han'er in Yandi had lived for a hundred years under the rule of Daliao, so he could speak Khitan naturally.

Hong Tianding was not reconciled, and asked again in Khitan dialect.

"know."