Even His Royal Highness the King of Wei, from the Huai River to the other side, had always been a defeated general under the Broken Dragon Banner on the opposite side.

"No matter what, the Zhao Song official is always decisive... We just arrived, the troops are not complete, the ships are not gathered, and he also arrived." Balisu sighed. "King Wei, the Zhao Song official arrived first, but Han Shizhong did not come. It is possible that he is taking the opportunity to attack Yan'an. We can't hesitate."

"I know." Wanyan Wushu turned around and pointed at someone. "Tuhesu... You lead our army as the vanguard and suppress Pinglu first."

Wanyan Tuhesu immediately folded his hands and listened to the order solemnly, then limped away in a hurry.

"Wen Dun Sizhong." Wuzhu named another person, who was the Privy Council member he brought from Beijing. "You ask someone to write a document, and I will sign it later. Ask Ada and Aer to deliver it to Longde Mansion. It means that Wanyan Bendu will be the marching commander, temporarily commanding three thousand households there, and quickly come here to help!"

“Yes!”

A Jurchen civil servant in his forties who had not spoken before responded proudly. Looking at his standing order, he was actually standing side by side with Wanyan Salihe, just slightly behind Balisu, but far ahead of the other Wanhu... and everyone was speechless.

Of course.

It should be noted that in the early years of the Jurchens, before Wanyan Xiyin invented writing, there were no written military orders. Orders and decrees were always given orally, and they were called Zhachi. Wendun Sizhong was the chief Zhachi in the military tent of Wanyan Aguda, the first emperor of the Jin Dynasty.

In other words, the term "闸刺" was invented specifically for this person.

Before Wulin Da Zanmo rose to prominence with his outstanding diplomatic skills, this man was in charge of all the confidential communications within the Jin Dynasty and all the external diplomatic negotiations... It was precisely because of this that he and Wulin Da Zanmo were like mortal enemies and were recognized rivals.

Of course, regardless of all that mess, this person's qualifications and status are indeed enough to gain a foothold here. And it is said that this person is likely to serve as the governor of Hezhong Prefecture after this incident to help Yanjing further control the Western Route Army.

"Wait a minute." Wuzhu gave the order, but suddenly changed his mind. "You can tell someone to do this... and pick up two of the best Korean ginseng I usually use, and go across the river to see the Emperor of Song and say hello to him."

Wen Dunsizhong responded immediately, and the other generals were also speechless.

But Balisu couldn't help but frown... He always felt that the Prince of Wei was too concerned about the Zhao Song government. But the Prince of Wei didn't delay anything at all. Tuhesu had already attacked, and Wanyan Bendu was about to lead the Longde Prefecture's troops to support him, so it was hard to say anything.

But, so I said but, it was a sunny morning in March, the terrain on both sides of Puzhou was open and the view was generally unobstructed. The commander-in-chief of the Western Army, Balisu, who had accompanied His Royal Highness the King of Wei to watch the dragon flag for half a day, just had a flash of dissatisfaction in his mind, and the next moment he was speechless.

Because not long after King Wushu of Wei decided to send an envoy to the other side, the other side once again got ahead of King Wei - a small boat set off directly from the opposite side, and a man on the boat was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was supported by someone at the bow. He was obviously a senior civil servant.

Obviously, the Zhao Song official had sent an envoy first... Puzhou was a natural ferry. A moment later, the messenger went ashore to change horses under the escort of Jurchen knights. The person who came here was Zheng Zhichang, a famous international friend who was personally certified by the Zhao official and was also a famous poet, the Goryeo minister Zheng Zhichang.

"Is it Emperor Zhao on the other side?" Wuzhu asked. He found out that it was a Korean. Although it was unexpected, he did not seem to be asking for responsibility. It was obvious that he was too lazy to care.

"yes."

As the largest "anti-Jin faction" and "pro-war faction" in Goryeo, Zheng Zhichang saw with his own eyes the dense cavalry brigade that was far beyond the imagination of the country, but he no longer had the courage to give orders to the country in front of Zhao Guanjia on the west bank, and he became obedient.

"Why did Lord Zhao send you here?"

"The emperor said that the two armies were at war, and the status of a foreign minister was appropriate, so he came to greet His Royal Highness the King of Wei and see if it was the King of Wei who was in person?"

"What else?"

"And there is..." Zheng Zhichang paused for a moment, and then tried to answer in front of the Jin generals. "The emperor said that the King of Wei was injured while riding a wooden dragon across the river. It happened that there were snow lotus tributes from the Tibetans, which are said to be very nutritious, so he asked the foreign ministers to bring two of the best ones to the King of Wei to replenish his body, so that he would not catch a cold in the river again... The gift was taken away by the iron cavalry of the great country."

On the Stork Tower, Wanyan Wushu opened his mouth to speak, but lost his voice for a moment.

As for the rest of the Jin generals, they just looked at each other... They didn't know whether they should complain about the man opposite them for being so close to their own King Wei, or stand up and scold him for his sinister intentions and malicious ridicule.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Wei was chased by your family and jumped into the Yellow River, escaping death by a hair's breadth. Why would he need you to send someone to remind him specifically every time you meet him?

After a long pause, Wuzhu was not angry at all. Instead, he said, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Zhao. I will cross the river with an army of 200,000 men this time. I will not get wet."

Zheng Zhichang nodded quickly.

At this point, Wanyan Wushu lost interest.

It was Ba Lisu who saw that the other party was trembling with fear. He was afraid that he was not unfamiliar with the water because he was supported by someone on the boat before, but was simply afraid. He stepped forward with a cold face and suddenly took advantage of the situation to ask:

"Gao Lie, I want to ask you, where did the Zhao Song officials come from?"

"Fangzhou!" Zheng Zhichang was shocked, but he even ignored the other party's personal humiliation.

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