The one thousand rearguard troops completely abandoned their weapons and retreated in panic.

The strategy of luring the enemy into feigning defeat resulted in at least half of them becoming a real defeat.

At this time, a commander who was left behind keenly discovered another danger - the hooves of the cavalry of Wang Bolun's army were actually wrapped in tattered linen.

This certainly wouldn't allow the Jin cavalry to charge on the Yellow River ice road, but it was enough to allow them to continue following the fleeing soldiers without having to dismount.

As a commander, it was impossible for him to know the Song army's overall plan, but he immediately became frightened.

"Wang Bolong!"

After a moment of hesitation, the Song army commander who had already fled to the highest point of the levee turned around again, took off his mask, raised his iron mace and shouted at the people below the levee. "Do you still remember Zhang Kui from Anzhou?!"

Wang Bolun, who was wearing a mask, looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was his old friend from Liaodong. He immediately took off the mask and laughed.

But after only a short laugh, the Jin general suddenly stopped talking and turned around to look at us: "That man is an old friend of mine from Liaodong! He wants to delay us by himself... Shoot him to death!"

Upon hearing this, the many cavalrymen behind him did not hesitate but swarmed to the river bank, pulled the heavy bows in their hands, and shot intensively at the Song general holding the mace on the river bank. In just a whistle, Zhang Kui was shot through the armor by the heavy arrows and fell to the ground without a sound.

Seeing this, Wang Bolong spoke more hurriedly: "My old friend was also a jerk in the past, but I didn't expect him to be so courageous today... And he wants to delay like this, which shows that the Song people are really desperate. Don't hesitate, follow me to chase him!"

As he finished speaking, the man rode his horse himself and headed westward from under the river bank. Although his speed was not fast, he did not hesitate or stop for even a moment.

Behind him and around him, the thousands of Liaodong cavalry who had been sweeping along the river bank in pursuit of the Song army no longer dared to fight or fight for the spoils, but gathered together, surrounding Wang Bolun's banner and Wang Bolun himself, and pressed forward at a steady pace, suppressing the fleeing Song army.

When they stepped onto the levee, most of their cavalry had already gathered. When they slowly walked down the river, almost no one was chasing them. By the time Wang Bolun's large flag followed the defeated Song soldiers across the ice road, thousands of cavalry had already gathered in an orderly manner on the frozen river, marching as one.

From a distance, it looks majestic and extraordinary.

The whole process only took a quarter of an hour.

On the hill, Yue Fei turned his chair and saw this scene. He did not change his expression at all. He just turned back and said to Huang Zong: "Wang Bolong came too quickly. This is a good thing, but we can't let a good thing turn into a bad thing... Let Zhang Xian send troops quickly, and don't wait for Wang Gang. Immediately signal the flags and let both sides attack immediately!"

Huang Zong understood and left.

At almost the same time, on the city gate tower in the north of Yuancheng, Gao Jingshan and Gao Qingyi fell into a strange atmosphere of silence.

The two of them stared at Wang Bolong's fierce and ferocious momentum, but they didn't say a word until Wang Bolong's big flag flowed over the east river channel and surged onto the river bank on the Song army camp. Only then did Gao Qingyi come to his senses and ask:

"Tong-tung, do you still want to burn the hot air balloon?"

"Burn it, why not?" Gao Jingshan turned around and answered, his tone was terrifyingly calm. "Burning that thing can at least tell the world that we tried our best, right?"

Gao Qingyi had just asked the question because he had seen Wang Bolun's flag reappear at the highest point of the riverbank. He was so frightened that he wanted to escape. However, when he received the order, he turned around and hurriedly left the city again, regardless of the fact that the order had already been passed on.

"Hold Pu Suyue to come up." Gao Jingshan turned around and gave him a deep look, and added an order. "I want him to attack based on the situation... After you burn the balloons, come back quickly!"

Gao Qingyi didn't even turn his head, but just nodded continuously and hurried away.

Just as Gao Qingyi walked down the city wall, Wang Bolun also walked to the highest point on this side of the river bank and finally got a glimpse of the dense and huge camp of the Song army.

Of course, it was impossible for him to see the previous deployment direction of the Song army like Gao Jingshan in Yuancheng, and guess whether there were any obvious ambushes, but this did not prevent him from realizing that the strictness of the Song army's camp was far beyond his imagination.

So, he obviously hesitated.

But it was only for a moment, and the Jin Kingdom's senior general laughed three times, then turned around and looked at the generals:

"The Song army camp is well-organized and not easy to trample on, but the Song army in front is already defeated. On the dirt hill four or five miles ahead is the Song army commander's banner, and the ball is also hanging there... We should be the first in the entire army to cross the outer defense line, but this is not worth mentioning. If we can chase the defeated soldiers to the dirt hill, then we will have achieved a great feat!"

The generals had already realized what Wang Bolong meant, but at this time, some officers were afraid of the Song army camp and took the initiative to persuade him: "Wan Hu, do you want to wait for General He? He will be here in one or two quarters of an hour at most. With 5,000 Han infantrymen to support this camp, the chances of winning are more than half."

Wang Bolong thought about it for a rare moment.

But at this moment, suddenly, there was a commotion among the surrounding soldiers, which attracted the generals on the ground to look in the direction of the sound. They saw a hot air balloon of the same size as the Song army suddenly rising above Yuan City in the north.

After staring at him for a while, the Han Wan Hu sneered:

"Gao Jingshan is thinking that I should go to the south to rescue him, instead of going to the camp... He is just being so pretentious all day long. When the time comes, won't he still ask me for help?"

All the generals remained silent.

"Old Xiao, you're overthinking. We can't let the defeated army gain a foothold." After laughing, Wang Bolong immediately shook his head solemnly, but he made another decision. "If the defeated army recovers in the camp and defends the camp, it will be really difficult for us to get through... We can't miss this opportunity, we must press on immediately!"

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