"Will that delay our cavalry's attack?" Wuzhu asked a little impatiently.

Balisu shook his head, which made Wuzhu relax for a while, but soon, the series of unhurried words from the Great Jin Marshal made His Royal Highness the King of Wei fall into a kind of powerless irritation again:

"King Wei, this is not about the rain at all. Let alone the current situation, even if it is heavier rain, muddier ground, and faster river water, many soldiers in the army have experienced it before. It's nothing more than a slower horse speed, more slipping and more injuries... Haven't we ever sent troops to the white mountains and black waters, and in the ice and snow in winter? But the problem today is that there are too many soldiers, and the battlefield is out of control. No one knows what the result will be if so many situations are superimposed. I am afraid that when the last 25,000 cavalry rush out, they will only have time for a military order, and then they will fight on their own, and they will not be able to charge a second round at all."

Wuzhu sighed deeply, then suddenly turned around and led a horse out from under the wooden shed in the camp. Seeing this, Tai Shi Nu and other personal guards did not dare to be negligent and followed suit.

"What's the point of the King of Wei going to the frontline now?" Balisu stood up immediately after seeing this, but just sat back in the wooden shed without rain with a normal expression. "Even if it's to inspire people, it's not the right time to go now... It won't be too late to go after Ma Wu and Wulun send troops."

"I'm not trying to show off my power, nor am I trying to seize command from Bendu. I just can't sit still and want to go to the high ground to see the battle situation with my own eyes!" Wuzhu blurted out as he jumped on his horse.

"Then don't bring the flag." Balisu was also helpless.

"I know." Wuzhu replied without hesitation.

"Don't come back here after you go there. Go to the Living Women's Village on the left." Balisu continued calmly.

Wuzhu was finally stunned, but nodded heavily - he knew what Balisu meant. Wanyan Huonu had a grudge against many Song generals on the battlefield for killing their fathers, and she had always had a grudge against this marshal. In other words, Huonu might disobey orders and go into battle ahead of schedule, which would most likely have a devastating consequence for the war.

After nodding, Wuzhu rode out of the camp and headed for the high ground without saying a word. Only a moment later, he had arrived at the high ground directly from the safe and unobstructed rear of the high ground.

However, in the rain, Wuzhu did not alarm the commanders. He just stopped his horse on a high slope somewhere on the high ground, surrounded by his personal guards. Then he looked around and observed for a while on the slope that had been trampled into mud.

However, this observation did not make the ruling prince of the Great Jin feel relieved or relaxed, because although the entire battlefield was still in chaos at this time, there were already some clues to the trend of the war - there was no doubt that the Song army was continuing to advance.

Of course, this was also expected.

You know, Wuzhu was surprised by the collapse of Ali, and was mentally prepared for the collapse of Pushan Beilu. However, this surprise and understanding were microscopic and targeted psychological activities... Ali died first? Wasn't Pushan Beilu always steady? In fact, from a macro perspective, before the battle began, Wuzhu had reached a consensus with many veterans and military staff. That is, today's battle will definitely result in heavy losses. The Song army, which has superior manpower and morale, will definitely have a considerable advantage in the battle. His side will definitely lose famous generals and entire divisions.

There is even a sense that the entire army will be defeated here and everything will be lost.

However, it was precisely because he felt that no matter how bad the situation was, it was all within expectations when he thought about it carefully that Wushu felt a little frustrated and uneasy.

Because he asked himself whether he had really tried his best in this battle.

From the moment he learned that his brother had died of a sudden illness on the front line in Hebei, he acted decisively, entrusted the rear to his elder brother Wanyan Woben, and went to the front line himself, worked hard to rally the army's morale, integrate the troops, plunder logistics, mobilize the signed troops, and firmly supported and encouraged Balishu to launch relevant strategies and tactics.

However, Yue Fei's actions in front of Damingfu greatly frustrated his army, making him realize that the army's combat effectiveness is not as good as before. Wang Bolong's annihilation made him feel heartbroken and realized from the bottom of his heart the most serious consequences of the Song army's northern expedition. The scene of the fall of Taiyuan City and Yuan City at the same time directly made the main force of the Jin army lose the last bit of strategic initiative.

Looking back, what was most difficult for Wuzhu to accept was that although both sides were obviously acting hastily, throughout the whole process, the Song army, which only had a ten-day head start, had always held all the advantages and had everything of the Jin army in its hands... From the dispatch of the troops to the current decisive battle, the Song army did not give him the slightest chance to breathe.

All actions are constrained by time, geography and logistics.

This suffocating sense of aggression is too hard to adapt to, and the way the Zhao Song official manipulates the world without making a sound is too horrifying.

Wuzhu looked towards the northeast direction of Huolu City. Intelligence told him that Emperor Zhao's dragon flag was there. Although it was far away and blocked by the rain, making it impossible to see clearly, the fourth prince of the Jin Dynasty could still feel that there was a crouching tiger there, with great momentum and ready to devour people.

As I said, he tried his best, and so far, God did not favor anyone obviously. This was a very fair battle, and the final outcome of the battle has not yet been decided.

But it was excruciating.

On the other side of the Taiping River, Zhao Jiu had unknowingly drunk half a pot of wine, so that his face was slightly smoked... After the battle on the front slope of the high ground fell into a full-scale melee, he began to unconsciously increase the frequency of drinking by himself.

It was obvious that the Song army had the upper hand... The Jin army had lost the riverfront and two organized Wanhu troops, so they could only rely on the advantage of the high ground to fight back. The Song army had 100,000 troops to deal with six Wanhu troops, especially since it was not yet noon. The morale, military spirit, and physical strength of both sides were still able to hold on. There was no reason not to suppress the Jin army.

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