"It's okay. The emperors of the Song Dynasty were all alike, and this little emperor is no different. He's selling out his teammates like this, and the three heroes will surely be heartbroken. Right now, we should quickly capture the little emperor."

Yue Fei and his two companions retreated to the rear. Jin Wushu counted the troops and found that there were still more than 1,500 of them.

After fighting with Song for a while, Jin lost seven or eight hundred people, and Song was not in a good situation either, with about four hundred people killed.

Jin Wushu made a rough calculation and found that he had enough troops, so he led the way towards Jiying Palace.

Jiying Hall covers a large area. It was originally a place for holding banquets for successful Jinshi scholars. Later, banquets for ministers were also held here. If you really count, it can easily accommodate three to five thousand people.

Zhao Huan sat on the golden dragon throne at the innermost part of Jiying Hall. There were more than ten eunuchs from the East Palace in front of him, all of them were injured. Wang Huaiji had the weakest fighting ability and even had one of his arms chopped off.

The heavily armored soldiers were in an even worse situation. Only less than seventy people were left out of a team of five hundred. The Jin army was also composed of elites, and they could inflict a one-to-two casualty ratio, which was quite impressive.

"Are you afraid of death?"

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty. We are willing to fight to the bitter end..."

"I will make arrangements for your families. When Jin Wushu comes in and walks to the center of the hall, you will rush to the edge of the hall and guard the windows. Don't let them out."

Five minutes later, Jin Wushu led his men into the Jiying Hall. Seeing Zhao Huan sitting on the dragon throne, he chuckled, "Why aren't you running away? Are you ready to fight me to the death? Let me count. You have less than a hundred men."

"I still have more than 1,500 people, fifteen to one."

Zhao Huan showed a look of fear on his face and took out the imperial seal from his pocket: "I'll give this to you, how about you let me go?"

When Jin Wushu saw the imperial seal, his eyes suddenly lit up. With this, the Song Dynasty would be as good as dead.

"Of course not. You can run away. I can take the imperial seal myself."

Jin Wushu commanded his army to advance, but they still fought like trapped beasts and had to be on guard against these people's desperate resistance.

More than a thousand of Jin Wushu's men moved forward, passed the center, and were less than a hundred meters away from Zhao Huan.

The eunuchs of the Eastern Palace and the soldiers in rattan armor suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, running towards the edge of the Jiying Hall and trying to escape through the windows.

Jin Wushu smiled contemptuously: "Haha, these are your Song Dynasty soldiers!"

Zhao Huan's expression suddenly became calm: "These people are all heroes of our Great Song Dynasty."

"There are 10 tons of black powder beneath this Jiying Hall. Black powder, you know? The kind that, when ignited, can send everyone into the air."

"You think they're going to run away? They're not going to let you run away."

Jin Wushu looked towards the edge and saw that the Song soldiers all had expressions of being ready to die.

"Fuck, you're crazy! You're the emperor, aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm just saying it. When two countries go to war, the emperor will at most be captured. He won't die, you lunatic."

"Hahaha! Are you afraid of death?"

Jin Wushu thought, nonsense, who doesn’t fear death?

Zhao Huan shouted, "Respectfully send His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince of Jin off on his journey."

The Song soldiers followed and shouted, "We respectfully send His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince of the Jin Kingdom on his way."

Zhao Huan turned on the tinderbox, lit the long fuse on the shelf, and glanced at the Song soldiers in the room.

"You will be immortal!"

After Zhao Huan finished speaking, a hole appeared directly under the dragon throne, and it closed after Zhao Huan fell in.

Jin Wushu was stunned. Damn it, you even left yourself a way out.

Jin Wushu didn't want to joke with his own life, so he ran back desperately and left Jiying Hall first.

The remaining soldiers of the Song Dynasty were incredibly brave at this moment. They were not afraid of death and refused to let the Jin soldiers escape.

The fuse burned very quickly. In less than a minute, a huge explosion was heard from underground, and the entire Jiying Hall shook.

This sound was like a chain reaction. Explosions followed one after another, from the edge to the center. A fireball with a diameter of 50 meters rose into the sky, the earth shook, and the Jiying Hall disappeared.

Jin Wushu could not believe until his death that this madman actually blew up the imperial palace.

At this point, the battle in which Jin Wushu's 5,000 elite troops attacked the Bian Jing Palace ended.

Jin Dynasty.

Jin Wushu died in battle.

Two thousand five hundred of his elite soldiers were killed in the battle.

The underground passage was buried, and 2,500 people died.

State of Song.

Zhao Huan, his life or death is unknown.

All the eunuchs in the Eastern Palace died in the battle.

All five hundred soldiers in rattan armor were killed in the battle.

There were four survivors: Niu Gao, Yue Fei, Wang Gui, and Zhang Xian.

What happens next? Stay tuned for the next episode!