Zhao Jiu nodded to Yelu Yudu and turned over the third gold medal.

This gold medal was unexpectedly different from the previous two. It seemed more refined, and was heavier and larger in size... Zhao Jiu recognized the word "Marshal" without Liu Yan and Yelu Yudu's explanation.

Obviously, someone reported the gold medal of Balisu.

At this point, the official finally became too lazy to read any more and turned around and issued an order: "Good minister!"

"I am here."

Han Shizhong bowed and stepped forward.

"Send your cavalry, and take reinforcements from any two commanding units to seize the floating bridge in front of the Hutuo River north of the Jinying. The rest of the left army of the Imperial Camp will follow me back to Huolu County." Zhao Jiu ordered calmly.

Han Shizhong responded immediately.

"Jin Qing..." Zhao Jiu glanced at the bruised Yu Yunwen, and continued to look around before looking at Wu Da and giving instructions. "The military situation is not very accurate, but there are indeed relevant reports that Yue Pengju, Zhang Rong, and Tian Shizhong may have already reached the mouth of the Hutuo River in Hejian Prefecture downstream... The left army of the Imperial Camp should not move, and you should arrange the rest of the troops to ensure that they can pursue properly... Collect and resettle the surrendered soldiers on the battlefield, and do not fall behind in cleaning up the battlefield."

Wu Jie had already known the news and even had a plan in mind. In addition, with today's great victory, the Jin army was completely out of control. In fact, the casualties and prisoners were far beyond imagination. Although many escaped, it was definitely not half.

Therefore, Wu Da just responded indifferently at this time, but some generals who were unaware of the situation were excited when they heard the words.

Having said this, Zhao Jiu was too lazy to say anything more and just got up and turned around... He needed to have a good rest.

"Officials!"

At this moment, Liu Yan suddenly stepped forward and pointed at the master's slave who was still kneeling in the distance and asked, "What should we do with this person?"

Zhao Jiu was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Did he hear what Master Yu reported earlier?"

"No."

Zhao Jiu nodded, not caring: "Then let it go! Give it to Wanyan Wushu!"

Liu Yan nodded quickly, and Yelu Yudu said nothing.

Just as Emperor Zhao was about to leave, Liu Yan pointed at the baskets on the ground and hurriedly reminded him, "Emperor, what should we do with these?"

Zhao Jiu looked back and spoke clearly, "Put it away for now... When we have the floating bridge over the Hutuo River tomorrow, we will take good care of the wounded soldiers of the Jin army today and send them into Zhending City along with these signs! We can also send the corpses in, and after calculating the military merits, we will send them to the city and let them bury themselves."

The generals rarely regained their composure.

When Emperor Zhao saw that nothing was wrong, he took off his helmet, looked up to the sky with a sigh, then walked back to Huolu on the other side of the Taiping River holding the helmet.

Before it got completely dark, another victory report was delivered directly to Huolu City. It turned out that Han Shizhong's subordinates Cheng Min, Dong Xian and Shao Yun were ordered to march towards the Hutuo River, but they unexpectedly ran into Pu Suyue, the defender of the Hutuo River pontoon bridge camp, on the way... The latter was beheaded on the spot. Then the Song army pursued and crushed the defeated army, easily seized the pontoon bridge, and sent cavalry to cross the river for reconnaissance and spy on Zhending City.

If Pu Suyue is included, the Song army has killed eight generals with the rank of Wanhu on that day, accounting for fully half of the 16 Wanhu generals of the Jin army in this battle.

Wuzhu, who had already arrived in Shiyi, was of course unaware of this. However, when it was completely dark, he had only gathered less than 20,000 scattered troops. Even the general with ten thousand households only managed to gather five people: Wanyan Wulun, Hesheli Taiyu, Yelu Mawu, Wulin Dataiyu, and Pucha Huzhan!

At this point, the King of Wei of the Great Jin Dynasty understood that the brutality of this battle was far beyond imagination, and the number of people killed and captured by the Song army on the battlefield was absolutely horrifying!

The previous idea of ​​using the camp to support the defeated soldiers and hinder the pursuers now seems to be a joke of being too clever!

I'm afraid it was because of that strange camp that caused such tragic casualties. But if you think about it carefully, this statement is still wrong, because if the whole line did not collapse at once, wouldn't the camp have made a great contribution?

Of course, no matter what, now is not the time to think about those things, because even so, Wuzhu estimated that 40,000 to 50,000 people would escape, and we cannot abandon these defeated soldiers at this time... Wuzhu even did not dare to hug his head and cry with these generals, for fear that it would affect morale.

However, just after having some hot meals with these generals and explaining the plan of heading eastwards early tomorrow morning, gathering the troops and crossing the river in dispersed directions, before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard a loud commotion outside the camp. It turned out that the Song army had ignored the darkness and was chasing after them directly through the camp.

At this moment, the nearly 20,000 soldiers and horses that had been gathered in the camp with great difficulty exploded in an instant, and fled south, north, and east like headless flies... The only place they did not go was the west where the Song army was arriving.

Wuzhu and his generals had no choice but to leave the camp and go their separate ways overnight as planned, preparing to gather their troops at night and flee eastward.

After leaving the camp, Wuzhu rode for a while and heard no more pursuit. He looked up and peeled off his mask. He found that the rain had stopped for a while and the evening breeze was blowing on his face. He looked back at his camp with a few sparks behind him and saw countless defeated soldiers gathered behind him. He wanted to cry but dared not.

After a long pause, Wanyan Wushu raised his head and let out a long roar towards the night sky.

Before he had finished howling, he pulled down his mask and galloped away on his horse.

At the same time, Zhao Jiu fell asleep early in Huolu City... He hadn't slept so soundly for a long time.

Ps: Thanks to the nine masters, including Salted Watermelon, Jingyan Demon Sword, Single Armor, Banxia Qianruoli, Blue Electric Current, Yang Hanzheng, Piglimaon, Jerrybao, and Shuyou, for their support! Thanks to Xiahou Ningyuan, Wangshi Suifeng Baimi Shenlan, Heiye V Empire, Yao Runian, and Gunslinger for their rewards.

This book is already 215 cute.

By the way, thanks to the poor guy for the lychees.