It would have been better if he hadn't said this. After hearing this, Wanyan Wushu broke down and cried again: "General Han! It's my incompetence that has killed tens of thousands of men... Let alone this dead end, even if there were a bridge or a boat, how can I have the nerve to cross the river to see my brother?"

Han Chang sneered when he heard this, but the pain was unbearable. He could only lean forward and lie on the horse's back, biting the horse's mane to endure it for a moment, and then he lay on the horse's back and slowly spoke again:

"What the Fourth Prince said is very true... But the dead are dead, what's the point of thinking too much? You only think about the dead, don't you think about the living? After this war, how is the situation between Song and Jin? How are the Eastern Army and the Western Army? How are the King and the Grand Marshal? The Great Jin Kingdom has only been established for 20 years, is it going to be destroyed because of this war? As the Fourth Prince, you have an extraordinary status, so you can always do things for the country, right? Are you really going to cry and wait for death here? Are you ignoring the overall situation?"

Wuzhu tried hard to keep quiet and turned around to look at Han Chang, but he could only see him lying on the horse's back, with a bloody and dirty eye socket exposed on the wet mane... He was also horrified for a moment, and inexplicably shocked.

The fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom knew that the other party was right, but he still couldn't control himself: "General Han, what you said makes a lot of sense. I also have a lot of thoughts about the future in my heart... But now that things have come to this, where can I leave even if I want to? And you are so seriously injured, how can I abandon you?"

"Don't say such things." Han Chang supported himself with his hands and continued to sigh softly on horseback. "There is always a way out. In this situation, if you take off your armor and jump into the Yellow River... 90% of the time you will die, don't you still have a 10% chance of making it through? Leave your clothes here, pretend to jump into the river, and then take advantage of the rain to go to the north mountain overnight, isn't that another way? As for my life, even if you don't abandon me, how can I survive?"

Wanyan Wushu was speechless for a moment.

But Han Chang continued to urge him weakly, "Hurry up and leave. A real man should die like General Lou Shi, dying of exhaustion. It's ridiculous to cry and wait for death by the river like this... You have the energy to cry, but not the energy to run?"

Having said this, Han Chang was extremely tired and was just breathing heavily.

Wuzhu stood up and was about to speak when he heard a cry of surprise from the soldiers around him. He thought that the pursuers were approaching, but when he looked in the direction of the sound, he realized what was going on - it turned out that on the turbid Yellow River, there was a thing like a white dragon floating from upstream, and then it was showing its fangs and claws in the rain, which was frightening.

Many Jin soldiers simply knelt down and worshiped, and the hope of escape that Wuzhu had just been desperately encouraged by Han Chang was completely extinguished.

There are pursuers behind and a big river in front. Just when he wants to make a desperate effort to cross the river, a dragon swims downstream to block his way. In this situation, who can still have a little courage left?

However, as the object gradually approached, it got stuck on the side of a dead branch on the shore and continued to float up and down. Wuzhu and others bravely looked closely and saw clearly that the so-called white dragon was actually just a dead tree several meters long with its bark peeled off. It was only because the Yellow River was rising and the waves were rolling that it went with the waves and looked like a dragon controlling the water and showing its fangs and claws.

Wuzhu stood there in a daze, looking at the dead tree swaying up and down like a dragon's tail. He was silent for a long time, but suddenly began to tear off the remaining clothes and armor on his body, and after a while he had taken off most of them.

Then, the fourth prince turned around with his upper body naked, leaned over to the unconscious Han Chang on the gravel ground by the river and kowtowed vigorously: "General Han's words, I will never forget them for the rest of my life!"

After saying this, without caring whether Han Chang heard it or not, Wanyan Wushu turned around and waded into the water, grabbed the dead tree from among the debris, and pushed it hard into the river.

Among the dozen or so Jin soldiers who were accompanying him, no one stepped forward to help, and no one followed his example of taking a risk of death. They just watched in silence as the Fourth Prince rolled into the Yellow River with the piece of driftwood, tumbling up and down, and then quickly disappeared from their sight in the downstream waves.

Two quarters of an hour after Wuzhu disappeared, more than a hundred Tangut cavalrymen from Li Shifu's army arrived. The remaining Jin army informed Wuzhu of his whereabouts and the identity of Han Chang on his horse, and then asked for surrender. However, they were all killed by the Tangut soldiers who had received Li Shifu's military orders on the river bank. Only Han Chang and Wuzhu's armor were taken back overnight.

The next day at noon, the rain stopped early, and Han Chang was sent to the Yaoshan camp, where they were still waiting for news, by changing horses. Upon hearing the news, knowing that this person would be the finale of the Yaoshan battle, all the famous officers of the army went to the central army camp to wait and see.

"General Han, you must be a hero of the Han people. If you can surrender, you will be treated as a military governor immediately. Although your injuries are serious, they can be treated in time. Even if you have family members in Yanyun, we can take the initiative to reclaim them for you!" Seeing Han Chang being "escorted" to the general platform in front of the central army tent, a civil servant immediately came down from the top and persuaded him to surrender.

Although Han Chang had been bumpy all night and his eye sockets were numb, he was spared the rain and had enjoyed some soup before coming up, so he actually felt more energetic. He raised his head with great effort and saw that it was a middle-aged civil servant. He laughed and said, "Who are you? Do you keep your word?"

"I am Zhang Jun, the transport commissioner of the five routes of Bashu." Zhang Deyuan, who had rushed to the battlefield the night before the battle, said sternly. "Why doesn't it count?"

"What kind of transport envoy is this? He doesn't even have a seat. Your official has that... should be the prime minister, who is sitting there. If you really want to persuade him to surrender, why don't you come and do it in person?" Han Chang squinted his only eye and looked upwards, but he forced a blink at someone there.

Zhang Jun turned around to look at Emperor Zhao and the only prime minister Yuwen Xu Zhong who was sitting next to him. Yuwen Xu Zhong, who had just arrived yesterday, hesitated for a moment and was ready to step forward to persuade them to surrender.

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