The Song Dynasty shocked the world by earning 100 million at the beginning

The man standing on the horse at the front of the pair of cavalry held a green flag, with the golden "Rainbow Yuanhui" logo on it shining in the morning sun.

Liu Yuanhui was surprised when Xing Ai behind him shouted: "Brother Liu, look! It's Xing Kong! The little bald man standing on the horse is Xing Kong! Our reinforcements are here!"

Liu Yuanhui looked in disbelief.

They are all familiar faces in the cavalry formation.

Shi Ying, Shi Qian, Wu Song with broken arms, Lu Zhishen, and Zheng Butcher, who was wide and fat, were also in the formation, seemingly riding a huge wild boar, with Dong Xiaowan riding on his neck.

The two armies met and exchanged greetings with each other.

Bailey, who was fully armed, came to Liu Yuanhui: "Master, I heard that the Liao Kingdom was broken and there was no news about you, so we set out from Lin'an, traveled day and night, and finally found you!"

"Who are these people?" Liu Yuanhui asked.

Bailey smiled: "I heard that you were in trouble, so I came here. The Liangshan brothers, the servants of the Liu family, and the Cuju team members! There are three thousand people in total! There are also grain and grass supplies on the way! The families have all settled down. And look who I brought to you!"

Liu Yuanhui turned around and saw Cheng Yutang jumping out of a chariot. She was wearing light armor and looked heroic.

"Brother Yuanhui, long time no see." Cheng Yutang's eyes were red.

Liu Yuanhui smiled, then turned to Bailey and shouted: "The battlefield is so dangerous! Who asked you to bring her here?!"

Bailey hesitated: "This..."

Cheng Yutang stepped forward: "Brother Yuanhui, don't blame Xiaobei, I forced you to come! I'm really worried about you!"

"Yutang, the battlefield is a place where life is at risk! You!" Liu Yuanhui looked helpless.

At this time, Bailey stepped forward: "Master, if we didn't have a married woman, we would never be able to get here! She arranged the money and food for the troops and horses along the way. She also arranged the smooth passage of the pass and the bridges on the road were arranged by her. Built!"

Liu Yuanhui was shocked: "Yutang, you...have worked hard!"

Liu Yuanhui did not dare to hesitate and said quickly: "Everyone! Life and death are at stake right now. The top priority is to capture Xijing. Let's talk about it later! The Jurchen cavalry is coming soon!"

"No need!" Chai Jin stepped forward and said.

Liu Yuanhui stepped forward: "Chai Daguan?! Are you here too? Then she..."

Chai Jin smiled slightly, pointed to the gate of Datong and said, "Look over there!"

Liu Yuanhui turned around and saw the gate of Datong City slowly opening.

A woman dressed in red rode out of the city gate. She wore a bronze Qiongqi mask and held a rope. At the other end of the rope was a white-haired Jurchen general who was tied up.

Even riding on a horse cannot change her graceful figure.

Liu Yuanhui turned around suddenly and found that Dabai was still in the formation.

Could it be? !

"Don't look at Mr. Liu! It's not me. Wouldn't you know if you ran over and took a look?!" Dabai took off his mask and said.

Liu Yuanhui immediately got on his horse and galloped away towards the woman in red.

When they arrived, the woman in red made a voice like a silver bell: "Mr. Liu, long time no see!"

Liu Yuanhui was stunned: "Are you really?"

The woman in red took off her mask and flicked her hair: "Do you still remember that Yichun Yuan played the Smiling Master Li with you?"

Snow-skinned red dress, willow eyebrows and black eyes, three feet of blue hair swaying in the wind.

Li Shishi, the number one actress in the Song Dynasty, is incomparably beautiful.

Liu Yuanhui was stunned for a long time: "Miss Shishi, well...it's been a long time."

Li Shishi snickered, and then pulled the prisoner behind him to Liu Yuanhui: "Master Liu, Commander Li Shishi of the Gusu Dark Moon Division has captured Datong Guard Wanyan Chun alive. Please tell me!"

Liu Yuanhui was stunned.

In less than a year, Master Li has actually grown to this point! ?

"Master, how did you do it? There are still 10,000 defenders in the city..."

Master Li smiled: "I drugged the well in the city, and the defenders inside may not wake up until tomorrow!"

Liu Yuanhui smiled happily: "Master, you really scared me!"

Yuan Hui's army entered the city and easily repelled the pursuing 30,000 Jurchen cavalry troops at dusk.

At night, the couple Zheng Butcher and Dong Xiaowan prepared fine dishes for the entire army.

During the banquet, Liu Yuanhui asked everyone: "Everyone has been tired for so long. Let's take a good rest for a few days and then set off back to Bianliang!"

As soon as these words came out, the room was completely silent.

Li Shishi, who was sitting next to Liu Yuanhui, whispered: "Sir, on the way here we heard that Wanyan Zongwang led an army of 300,000 to complete the encirclement of Bianliang!"

The wine glass in Liu Yuanhui's hand slipped, and there was silence all around.

"The whole army listens to the order! Stop drinking immediately, set off at dawn tomorrow, and rush to Bianliang City as fast as possible!" Liu Yuanhui said loudly.

At this time, Ziwei Palace.

The disheveled Song Huizong had no intention of washing himself.

There was chaos in the palace.

The eunuchs all disguised themselves, stole some of the treasures in the palace, and escaped. There were cries everywhere in the harem.

"Here comes!!" Song Huizong, who was in a daze, pressed the jade seal on the imperial edict that was full of thin gold characters.

Yang Lu walked into the Hall of Wende: "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"This is my Zen edict. The throne is passed to the eldest son Zhao Huan." Song Huizong lowered his head and said.

"Your Majesty! Bianliang City is still there, and the soldiers and horses of King Qin from all over the country will arrive soon!"

"No need to say any more. Now I just want to write and paint landscapes by myself. I don't want to be an emperor anymore." After saying this, Song Huizong staggered towards the Painting and Calligraphy Academy.

A month later, Bianliang City was destroyed.

The Jin soldiers burned, killed and looted in Bianliang.

All the adult men were killed, the children were captured and used as slaves, and the women became the sexual objects of 300,000 Jurchen soldiers.

The prosperous Bianliang City at that time was already a hell on earth.

Wanyan Zongwang led his army into the Ziwei Palace. At this time, the entire palace guard fled to death, leaving only more than 300 imperial Zhongzuosi guards in formation in front of the Wende Palace.

Wanyan Zongwang looked disdainful.

"Kill them all," he said coldly.

With an order, the thousands of Jurchen cavalry who were committing violence in Ziwei Palace dropped their treasures and rushed forward.

The guard Zhongzuosi drew his Tang sword and guarded the last dignity of the Northern Song Dynasty with all his strength.

After a night of fierce fighting, 300 guards and more than 1,800 Jurchen cavalry went to Huangquan.

In front of Wende Hall, Yang Lu, who had been stabbed several times, was leaning against the door.

Underfoot is a mountain of corpses of Jurchen soldiers and war horses.

The foreign blood on Tang's knife has solidified, and the black fire on his body is looming.

Wanyan Zongwang roared: "A bunch of trash! Hundreds of people can't kill this one person?!"

At this time, a soldier with a broken arm stepped forward: "General, you also saw the black monster just now..."

Before the soldier could finish speaking, Wanyan Zongwang chopped off his head with a knife: "My Jurchen hero, a tiger, can ride on my crotch! What should I fear from a mere man who can cast black fire magic? Anyone who shakes the morale of the army will die!"

At this time, Yang Lu, who had just regained his consciousness after the violence, slowly raised his head: "What's in front of you is much scarier than the tiger. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself."

Yang Lu was breathing heavily, his voice was hoarse and he sounded very weak.

But that terrifying gaze was like a bloodthirsty Shura crawling from hell, making Wanyan Zongwang not far away shudder.

Facing a dying man who had difficulty standing up, Wanyan Zongwang was afraid.