Having said that, Gao Qingyi took off his clothes in public without paying attention to the people around him, then walked down the slope and waded into the swollen water of the Hutuo River.

In response, everyone remained silent and looked at each other coldly.

And sure enough, after Gao Qingyi took seven or eight steps, the water reached his chest. He tried it out with his foot and found that there seemed to be a big pit in front of him. He didn't dare to move anymore and just stood there with his head raised and cried.

Seeing this situation, the people on the shore were too lazy to watch any longer and turned their horses around and headed towards Zhending City.

Hong Ya, on the other hand, was really annoyed. He directly scolded him on the shore: "Gao Tongshi! That's enough! You are such a smart person, you know the situation better than anyone else, but when Marshal Nianhan died, you didn't go to be buried with him. When Gao Jingshan sent you out of the city, you went with the flow. You didn't even ask about Shao He's life or death on the way. How come you can't hold your face when you see Pu Suyue swimming upstream? If you really want to die, do you still have to take off your clothes? Come up quickly and follow me to see the Sixth Prince!"

After saying that, Hong Ya ignored him and turned around and walked away, leaving his horse behind. Gao Qingyi, on the other hand, cried in the river for a long time, feeling half ashamed and half helpless, before returning to the shore. He put on his clothes, wiped his tears, and rode away.

During the entire process, no one was willing to return to the other side of the river to deal with and take over Pu Suyue's military camp.

Putting aside the fact that this group of people escaped, let's just talk about the other side. The Jin army's central and western fronts were indeed, as Elubu had judged, in danger of being massacred after the collapse of their overly dense military formation.

The Song cavalry, both armored and light, ravaged the Jin army from all three sides, killing all the soldiers and horses. Finally, as the iron curtain on the east side of the Song army and the large formation in front of them gradually approached, the Jin army began to surrender on a large scale... Starting with the Haner army, to the Khitan and Xi tribes, and finally the Jurchen soldiers could not bear the fear of being slaughtered and began to surrender in an organized manner.

These surrenders in front of the camp were certainly encouraging, but they also hindered the Song army's pursuit. Many Jin troops on the inner side took advantage of this to sneak into the camp, and then, under the cover of the camp, dispersed from the other side of the long camp.

Some went to Zhending, some went to Shiyi, but more of them went there for the desire to survive, so they split into countless small groups and headed eastward, scattering across the Hebei plain.

But at this moment, he really couldn't care less about so many things. He could only quickly transfer the surrendered soldiers and hunt down and kill those troops in the camp who had not yet surrendered.

Because Yelu Yudu knew the inside story of the Jin army's high-level officials, he was ordered to supervise the army to search the Jin army. For a while, silver and bronze medals were flying back and forth with the Khitan knights, and they were constantly delivered to the emperor.

The basket in front of Zhao Jiu was filled with blood-stained medals one after another. After a while, three more gold medals that had obviously been washed and wiped by rain were delivered to Emperor Zhao and placed next to the previous gold medals.

There are words on the gold medal of the marching general.

The first side is obviously the gold medal of Shaohe.

"Dead or alive?" Zhao Jiu became more and more listless.

"He must be dead. General Yelu said that the gold medal was taken directly from a corpse." Liu Yan bowed his head and said, "General Yelu himself also identified it. Although half of the head was rotten, it was still roughly recognizable as Shaohe."

The second gold medal was very interesting. Its shape was completely different from the Shaohe gold medal. One side was flat and the writing on the other side was rough and blurred, like something crudely made.

"Whose is this?" Zhao Jiu was confused for a moment.

"It's Wanyan Bendu's." Liu Yan blurted out. "Wanyan Bendu was raised in Aguda's tent since he was young. He was given this gold medal at a very young age, promising him a bright future... Later, Wanyan Bendu always carried this gold medal..." At this point, Liu Yan paused for a moment before speaking. "Sir, this man has been captured alive and is right in front of us. Do you want to bring him up for a look?"

Zhao Jiu was too lazy to see them at first, but when he looked around, he saw that all the generals who had turned back and gradually gathered were interested in moving. In addition, Wanyan Bendu was the commander-in-chief of the Longde Prefecture's military division, and was considered one of the top three figures on the opposite side. Moreover, Yelu Yudu was not far in front of him, so he had to give him face, so he finally nodded.

After a moment, Wanyan Bendu, who was tied up with his hands behind his back, was dragged to the high ground by Yelu Yudu himself and thrown directly in front of the emperor.

The man raised his head, Zhao Jiu looked down, and found that he was crying, and it was not just because of the rain... Not only that, the man was struggling on the slope and looked back, only to see that the Jin soldiers below the slope were either dead, surrendered or fled, and many Song cavalry were still chasing the scattered Jin soldiers for fun. On such a large battlefield, the mighty formation in the morning was gone, and he burst into tears and wailed.

Zhao Jiu finally spoke coldly: "Does the golden prince also want to be a crying prince?"

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Ben cried even harder. After a long while, under the gaze of countless civil and military officials with different expressions behind Zhao Jiu and under the dragon banner, he managed to answer:

"It is because I think of Salihe that I am so sad... I want to let Lord Zhao know that Salihe and I both grew up in my great ancestor's tent. Although we are not brothers in name, we are brothers in reality... He cried when he was beaten by Wu Jie on Qiaoshan Mountain that day. Although I publicly defended him, I couldn't help but mock him in my heart... But today, seeing the collapse of the mountain, I finally realized... No matter how brave and proud a man is, if he sees his men die like grass, how can he not cry?"

As he spoke, he banged his head on the ground and cried more and more violently, until he was out of breath and did not stop for a moment.

Zhao Jiu nodded: "Salihe never lost his integrity and hanged himself early, so you can just follow him!"

Hearing this, without waiting for Wanyan Bendu's reply, Yelu Yudu directly picked up a large bow with a loose bowstring from the ground next to him, then pressed his knee against the man's back, put the bowstring around his neck, and twisted it again. Wanyan Bendu could no longer cry, but just kicked and struggled with his legs. But after a while, he had no strength to struggle anymore. Then his own group stepped forward, one holding the bow, and two dragged Wanyan Bendu to the side, making sure that he died with his body intact, completely dead.

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