The more you worry about something, the more likely it will come.
Nianhan is here.
When Wuliebu saw Nianhan, he almost didn't recognize him.
Nianhan wore a thick fur hat on his head, his eyebrows and beard were gone, his black face was bald, and there were burn marks on his right cheek.
"Nian...Nianhan, what are you doing?"
The expression on Nianhan's face was uglier than eating shit. "Last night, the Song army attacked us and set fire everywhere. My tent was also set on fire."
After hearing what Wuli said, his originally depressed heart inexplicably felt better.
Fortunately, I am not the only one who is unlucky. There are people who are even more unlucky.
Without taking his eyes off his face, Wuli asked, "What's going on?"
"What bad luck!" Nianhan spat on the ground. "Last night, I was sleeping with a princess from the Song Dynasty in my arms. Suddenly, a fire started in the middle of the night. The fire was extremely fierce and could not be put out no matter how hard I tried. When I rushed out of the military tent, I found fires everywhere... Damn it! Several Meng'an and Mouke had their necks cut. They are dead."
When Wulibu heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He had returned the people and was originally worried that Nianhan would laugh at him when he found out. But now, people on Nianhan's side had also died, so no one should laugh at anyone else.
However, how could King Zhenzhu Sheyema explain to Nianhan how he had been treated like that?
Just as he was feeling worried, Nianhan looked around and asked, "Where is my son? Why can't I see him?"
Wulibu replied stubbornly, "He was also injured last night, and it was quite serious... Nianhan, this is my negligence, I..."
When Nianhan heard that his son was injured, he interrupted him and said, "Send me to see him."
"It's in the room over there. I'll show you."
Wuliebu personally led Nianhan into a courtyard. Before they even entered the door, they smelled a pungent herbal scent.
Sheyema was lying on the bed, groaning loudly. When Nianhan saw his miserable condition, he swayed and almost fell down.
The Song army was too cruel. They chopped off his hands and feet, and even cut off his testicles.
This is going to make Sheyema's life a living hell.
The worst thing is that now that we have no offspring, how can we continue the family line in the future?
Nianhan stood beside Sheyema's bed, trembling with anger and his face turned ashen.
After a while, Nianhan gritted his teeth and said, "Wulibu, I will massacre the whole city!"
Wulibu smiled bitterly: "There are only a million people in Kaifeng City, it's impossible to kill them all."
"If we can't kill them all at once, then we'll kill them slowly."
As Nianhan spoke, he drew the sword from his waist and swung it violently, chopping off Sheyema's head.
Because there was no sign, Wuliebu had no time to stop it.
"Nianhan, you...!" Wulibu stared at Sheyema's corpse on the bed and knew what to say.
"The man is already useless. It's better for him to die than to suffer while he's alive." Nianhan said as he strode out of the room.
Wulibu hurriedly chased after him.
Both of them are ruthless characters at heart, but they are different.
Wuli was not a meticulous person. He was persistent in everything he did and liked to talk about Buddhism. In addition, his face was plump like a Buddha, and he looked kind and benevolent, as if he was harmless.
Therefore, Wuliebu won the title of "Bodhisattva Prince" in the Jin army.
In fact, when it comes to cruelty and viciousness, Wuliebu is no less cruel than Nianhan, he just hides it more deeply.
Nianhan had a hot temper and was decisive in killing people without any hesitation. He would do what he said.
The Song army dared to launch a surprise attack and treat his son like this. I will not be a human being if I don’t avenge this.
Wulibu caught up with him and advised, "Nianhan, I understand your desire to kill someone to avenge Sheyema. However, we are in the heart of the Song Dynasty, and most of our food and fodder has been burned. It is really not appropriate for us to stay here any longer."
"Yes! I will lead my troops to massacre the city right now. Give me a day."
Nianhan's tone was extremely cold.
It seems that he has made up his mind to massacre the city.
Since Oliebujian couldn't persuade him, he stopped trying. He didn't care about the life or death of the Song people anyway, as long as Nianhan didn't blame him for Sheyema's death.
At this moment, Jiemu lifted the curtain and rushed in from outside the tent, saying breathlessly, "Here comes Zhang Tianwang!"
"who?"
"Zhang Shixun, he came alone on horseback to issue a challenge."
"Zhang Shixun was surrounded by Pharmacist Guo in Zhang Xiaozhuang. How could he appear here? Uncle, did you see clearly? Is it really Zhang Shixun?"
"It should be him, wearing a black helmet and black armor, riding a black horse, holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji. Apart from him, no other general in the Song Dynasty is dressed like this."
Jiemu had suffered a loss at the hands of Zhang Shixun once and was deeply impressed by Zhang Shixun's dress.
"Let's go! Go out and take a look." Wulibu jumped on his warhorse and said to Nianhan, "Haven't you always wanted to meet this Heavenly King Zhang? Let's go together."
"Absolutely not!" Jie Mu hurriedly stopped him. "Zhang Tianwang has great magical powers. With a wave of his finger, he can summon heavenly thunder to kill people without them even noticing. The last time I led my men to attack Zhang Xiaozhuang, the person pretending to be my double was killed by the thunder he summoned."
Wuli refused to listen, reined in his horse, and called over two of his personal guards, "You two pretend to be me and Marshal Nianhan. When you leave the camp, you must say whatever I tell you to say."
The two bodyguards agreed immediately and jumped onto their horses.
Several people rode out of Qingcheng Village on horseback and saw a man and a horse standing within an arrow's reach from afar.
Just as Jammu described, the man wore a black helmet and armor and rode a black horse.
It stands out in the white wilderness.
Wuliebu, Nianhan and their entourage came straight to the Song general and stopped a few feet away.
"Is that Zhang Shixun on the opposite side?" The personal soldier pretending to be Olib shouted.
"I will never change my name, I am Zhang Shixun."
On Wuliebu's side, everyone gripped their weapons tightly and looked him up and down.
Long before the large-scale invasion of Song, everyone had heard of Zhang Tianshi's name. During the first attack on Song, the Jin army suffered several minor losses at his hands, and Jie Mu even suffered a setback at his hands.
Everyone, including Wuliebu and Nianhan, was extremely curious about Zhang Shixun.
Because Zhang Shixun was wearing a black mask, his appearance could not be seen clearly.
This made him even more mysterious.
Zhang Shixun pointed his Fang Tian Hua Ji in this direction and said contemptuously, "Wulibu, Nianhan, you're sneaking around in the back of the battlefield, letting two soldiers impersonate you. As the marshal of the Jin Kingdom, you're doing such ridiculous things. It's truly despicable... Come out, stop acting like sissies and making people look down on you."
Wuliebu and Nianhan looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.
I knew Zhang Shixun had some magical powers, but I never expected him to be so powerful.
Since they had been discovered, Wulibu and his men could no longer hide and had to bite the bullet and come out from behind their subordinates.
"Haha! I've always heard that you have extraordinary powers and are the Imperial Master appointed by the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty. Seeing you today, I can see that your reputation is indeed well-deserved."
Wuliebu laughed and urged his horse to come before Zhang Shixun, "I am Wanyan Zongwang, the Marshal of the Eastern Route Army of the Great Jin Kingdom."
Nianhan clenched his mace in his hand and said, "I am Wanyan Zonghan, the Marshal of the Western Route of the Great Jin Kingdom."
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