"Why can't I go? Get out of my way!"
"Commander Zhang, the central army bears the main responsibility for killing the enemy. This battle is far from over. If anything happens to you, who will command the central army?"
Zhang Xian gripped his broadsword tightly, glaring ahead with bloodshot eyes and prominent veins on his forehead.
He was the deputy commander of the First Army Corps and the first commanding officer on the front line of this large-scale battle. The responsibility he shouldered was heavier than a mountain.
He took a deep breath, sighed, and said, "Go and retrieve Wang Rong's body for me."
Zhang Xian quickly recovered and continued to command the First Army Corps in battle.
The messenger rushed into the military camp and went straight to Yelü Dashi's tent: "Your Majesty, the central defense line has been breached. We request reinforcements!"
The Khitans inside the tent were startled, and their eyes all turned to Yelü Dashi in surrender.
The commanders of the various states could not understand the Khitan language and did not know what the messengers at the gate were saying.
Abu Muzaffar asked, "Jurhan, is there any urgent military situation?"
The translator brought by Abu Muzaffar said, "Your Excellency, our central defense line has been breached by the enemy!"
Upon hearing this, his expression changed drastically, and he stood up, saying, "Jurhan, what should we do!"
The other commanders, seeing Abu Muzaffar's reaction, knew something was wrong and stood up to ask Yelü Dashi what had happened.
Yelü Dashi suddenly laughed loudly: "Gentlemen, there is no need to panic. Each of our warriors can throw a whip into the Chu River and block it. What is there to fear? I will send people to support them now. Those Song troops will not be able to hold out for long."
The leaders of the various countries then sat down, but their thoughts were all different.
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