Chapter 283 Zhao Yongji’s entire army was wiped out On the battlefield, swords flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere. Wan Yanzhe took the lead and led the Jin soldiers to fight hard. His long knife was stained with blood, but his eyes were still firm and cold. Zhao Yongji led the Tibetan warriors to fight fiercely with the Song army on the other side. Although they were brave and good at fighting, they were gradually unable to achieve their goals due to the numerical advantage of the Song army. "General Wanyan, come and save me!" A Jin soldier general was besieged by several Song soldiers. He was in danger and shouted for help. When Wan Yan turned around and heard the news, he saw that the general was already in danger. He waved his long knife, splitting a path of blood, and quickly rushed over. He swung his sword and cut a Song soldier off his horse, and then used another sword to cut another Song soldier in half. He was as unstoppable as a tiger descending a mountain. "The general is mighty!" The Jinbing general shouted gratefully after being rescued. Wanyan Zhehe did not respond. He continued to wave his sword and led the golden soldiers to break through. Their only goal is to escape from this place of death. At the same time, Zhao Yongji also led the Tibetan warriors to fight to the death with the Song army. Although they are small in number, they are all brave and good at fighting, and are not afraid of life and death. Under the leadership of Zhao Yongji, they miraculously fought their way out. "Quick! Follow me!" Zhao Yongji shouted loudly, leading the Tibetan warriors to flee northeast. Wanyan Zhehe also noticed Zhao Yongji's actions. He brandished his long sword and followed closely with his golden soldiers. The two groups fought and retreated, and finally gathered together.
However, the Song army did not give up the pursuit. Like gangrene attached to their bones, they followed closely behind the coalition forces. Arrows flew like raindrops, and coalition soldiers continued to fall. "General Wanyan, can we still escape?" a Tibetan warrior asked desperately. Wanyan Zhehe didn't answer. He only knew that they had to move on and look for a glimmer of hope. He brandished his long sword, splitting the obstacles in front, and led the remaining defeated soldiers of the coalition to continue to flee. The battle lasted all day and night. When night fell, the coalition forces finally fled to a desolate land in the northeast. They looked back and saw the torches of the Song Army flickering in the distance, and only these scarred soldiers were left around them. Zhao Yongji sat on the ground exhausted. He gasped and said, "General Wanyan, what should we do next?" Wanyan Zhehe was also very tired. He was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Although we lost this battle, we are not completely defeated. We must regroup and wait for the opportunity to fight against the Song Dynasty again." When Zhao Yongji heard this, a firm light flashed in his eyes. He knew that Wanyan Zhehe was right. They can't just give up, they have to persevere. So, he straightened his back and said loudly: "Okay! We will definitely be able to make a comeback!" Wanyan Shehe and Zhao Yongji, these two once arrogant generals, now fled the battlefield like bereaved dogs. Their faces were full of exhaustion and unwillingness, and their shirts had long been soaked in dust and sweat and became tattered. In the process of escaping, Wanyan Zhehe kept a gloomy face and said nothing. The anger and humiliation in his heart were like a blazing fire, burning his soul all the time. Zhao Yongji looked back from time to time, fearing that the Song Army's pursuers would suddenly attack. His eyes flashed with ferocity and cunning, as if he was looking for the next prey. Wanyan folded his head and sat heavily on the ground, breathing heavily. His eyes revealed deep exhaustion and helplessness. In this battle, they originally had the advantage, but they didn't expect that they would end up like this in the end. He couldn't help but start to wonder whether he could really make a comeback and regain his glory. Zhao Yongji, on the other hand, stood and watched the movement in the distance vigilantly. His face was covered with dust and sweat, but his eyes were still bright. He secretly planned his next plan in his mind. He knew they had to find a way out quickly. "Chief Zhao!" Wanyan Zhehe suddenly shouted, "What do you think we should do next?" There was a hint of urgency and anxiety in his voice. Zhao Yongji turned around and looked at Wanyan Zhehe's tired and anxious face, "We must find a safe place to regroup." Wanyan Zhehe nodded, knowing that this was the only way out at the moment. But he is not willing to fail. What he wants is not only to survive, but also to regain his lost dignity and glory. So, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and began to discuss specific plans with Zhao Yongji. However, just as they were discussing, they suddenly received news that several states and counties in the southwest of the Kingdom of Jin were occupied by Princess Zhao Yingluo of the Song Dynasty. The news hit them on the head like a bolt from the blue, making them feel dizzy and desperate. They never expected that Zhao Yingluo would appear at this time and occupy their territory with lightning speed. "Zhao Yingluo? How could she..." Wanyan Zhehe muttered to himself with disbelief on his face. His heart was filled with shock and confusion, and he even began to doubt the authenticity of the news. But when he saw Zhao Yongji's gloomy and solemn face, he knew the news was true. Because Zhao Yongji would never joke about this kind of thing. "It seems that we must speed up our trip." Wanyan Zhehe took a deep breath and said, "Zhao Yingluo's occupation of Southwest Prefecture will inevitably cause shock to the top brass of the Jin Kingdom. We must reach Xiazhou to find Wanyan Zongfu before the situation worsens. "He knew that Wanyan Zongfu was their only hope and their last straw. Only with the support of Wanyan Zongfu can they make a comeback. Zhao Yongji didn't speak but nodded silently in agreement. He knew that Wanyan Zhehe was right, and now they had no choice but to place their hope in Wanyan Zongfu. But if they want to go to Xiazhou, they must cross the border of Daxia Kingdom. This is a shortcut, but it is also a road full of unknowns and dangers. Zhao Yongji and Wanyan stood on the border line together, looking at the land of Daxia in the distance, their hearts filled with anxiety and expectation. "Brother Wanyan, what do you think of us traveling directly across Daxia territory?" Zhao Yongji frowned and asked in a deep voice.
Wanyan glanced at him and sneered at the corner of her mouth: "Why, are you scared?" Zhao Yongji snorted and straightened his back: "Afraid? I, Zhao Yongji, have never been afraid! It's just that we need to be careful. After all, this is not our territory." "It is necessary to be careful," Wanyan nodded. "But we have no retreat and can only move forward bravely. Although Daxia is powerful, we are not vegetarians. Send the order and the whole army is ready to go!" Following Wanyan Zhehe's order, hundreds of remnant soldiers quickly packed up their equipment and embarked on a journey across the territory of Daxia. However, they never imagined that this would be a dead end. Ren Dejing, the minister of Great Xia who was responsible for ambushing Zhao Yongji and Wan Yan, had already received the news. He stood high in a valley, overlooking the narrow mountain path below. When he saw the remaining soldiers led by Zhao Yongji slowly entering the ambush circle, a cruel smile appeared on his face. "Pass my order, archers prepare!" Ren Dejing waved his hand, and immediately the archers on both sides of the valley unfurled their bows and nocked arrows, aiming at the golden soldiers on the mountain road. Zhao Yongji and Wanyan Zhehe knew nothing about this. They were still dreaming about being able to successfully cross the territory of Daxia and join Wanyan Zongfu. However, when the first arrow whizzed towards them, they woke up from a dream. "There is an ambush! Retreat quickly!" Zhao Yongji shouted loudly, but it was too late. A dense rain of arrows fell from the sky, shrouding the golden soldiers in death. Wanyan folded his arms and waved the weapon in his hand, trying desperately to block the flying arrows. But there were constant screams and falling sounds around him, which made his heart feel like a knife. He turned around and saw that Zhao Yongji had been hit by several arrows, and his shirt was dyed red with blood. "Zhao Yongji!" Wanyan Zhehe exclaimed, wanting to rush over to rescue. But a cold arrow suddenly hit him in the chest, causing him to fall heavily to the ground. Ren Dejing looked at the embarrassed Jin soldiers in the valley with a satisfied smile on his face. He waved his hand and the archers stopped shooting. Then, a group of Daxia soldiers rushed out from both sides of the valley and captured all the surviving Jin soldiers. Zhao Yongji lay in a pool of blood, his breath weak. He looked at the sky, filled with reluctance and regret. Wanyan Zhehe was seriously injured and captured, and was carried away by Daxia soldiers. Hundreds of their remnants were almost wiped out in this ambush, and only a few managed to escape. Ren Dejing walked to Zhao Yongji and looked down at him: "Do you think you can cross our territory of Daxia? It's really fantastic! You brought your own defeat today!" After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind There was blood and wailing all over the place.