Poor Pu Sanwuzhe, not only did he not become the Left Prime Minister and the Commander-in-Chief as he did in another time and space, and lead an army of 100,000 to attack Song Dynasty, and use his family of relatives to control the military and political affairs of a country, but he died in a puddle by the Taiping River because of a small flaw on the battlefield.
He was twenty-two years old.
He didn't even know until his death that the person who pulled him off the horse was Han Shizhong himself.
However, it must be said that although Pushan Wuzhe was no longer the ruler of the Jin Dynasty in another time and space and was not in charge of a country, even at this time, even if he was just a young foreign relative general, his death still had a huge chain effect... The Pushan tribe's 10,000-household vanguard army was already on the verge of collapse, and was broken through by the Song army's massive attack. It also lost its front-line commander and quickly fell into a collapse.
Han Shizhong also mobilized the entire army without hesitation, with the Beiwei Army in the front and Li Shifu's party Xiang cavalry in the rear, rushing forward and driving the defeated army forward.
Blood and mud, painted green by the rain, quickly spread downstream.
In this local battlefield, the overall situation of the Jin army collapsed. Pucha Asa, who had been fighting with Han Shizhong, finally lost his balance and tried to escape, but Wang Shixiong took advantage of his weakness and knocked him off his horse. He was then rushed over by the Song army and easily killed.
Similar to Pushan Wuzhe, Pucha Asa, the so-called "Jurchen God General" from another time and space, had no time to burst out his own light, just like Pushan Wuzhe, lying in the mud worthless... Those who killed them had no interest in knowing their stories. Wang Shixiong, who was responsible for defending the banner, was too lazy to even cut off this man's head, and quickly urged the banner to press forward.
On the high ground, Wanyan Bendu, who was watching the battle from afar, certainly didn't know that his trusted confidant Puliyan had just died, nor did he know that the third prince's cousin had followed the old man. However, the Song army defeated Pushan Beilu Wanhu's vanguard in one fell swoop, and then continued to press forward with an unstoppable momentum, so that he could see clearly the situation of gradually approaching the high ground.
With a sour taste in his mouth, Ben Du immediately sent a messenger behind him.
The messenger rode his horse downhill and fell down with his horse when he crossed the depression behind the empty high ground. He was in a very miserable state for a while. Fortunately, there was not much mud here and the ground was full of green, so he didn't get covered in mud.
From the camp further behind, knights quickly rushed out, rescued him, and brought him into the camp after a command. Then, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers who were densely packed under the wooden sheds, they quickly brought him to a towering watchtower facing the battle.
"Half of Pushan's army collapsed?"
Wushu, who was sitting in the tower, repeated it in a low voice, then looked to the side below him, where Marshal Balisu was sitting in a daze under the five-colored sun flag. "What did the Marshal say?"
"Isn't it expected?" Balisu came back to his senses and responded calmly. "Can we still count on the four Wanhu in the west to kill Han Shizhong and end this battle directly? Just now, Hesheli Taiyu came back to report that his troops killed the Western Mongolian King Huerzahusi, but the Western Mongolians attacked fiercely like crazy, almost disrupting his position? Even the light cavalry of the Western Mongolians dared not stop them, let alone Han Shizhong?"
Wuzhu finally smiled bitterly after hearing this: "Yes, given the current situation, even if Han Shizhong really died on the battlefield, he would not be able to stop the Song army from advancing."
Balisu said nothing more, but continued to look up at the five-colored flag holding the sun... The rain stopped for a while at this time, but water was still slowly seeping out of the flag.
Wuzhu was already on the watchtower, looking down from above, and replied to the messenger: "Go back and tell Bendu that his mission is to exert as much pressure as possible to cause casualties when the Song army crosses the river from the front; to gather the troops and form a large formation to cover the camp and defend the high ground when the western front collapses; if it really doesn't work, die in front of the army and be loyal to the country and Taizu, instead of panicking when seeing half of the ten thousand households collapse, and asking me whether I should attack in advance to support them... Let me put it this way, if he can't calm down, let him come back to guard the camp, and I will replace him!"
The disheveled messenger said nothing, kowtowed several times on the ground, and then hurried back.
"Hong Ya!" Yu Yunwen, who was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back in the tent several miles away from Wushu, finally lost his patience. "There's no one outside now, so I'll be frank. I know who you are. I saw your name in the document that Commander Yang showed me..."
"So what?" Hong Ya, who sat on the couch with his hands folded, responded coldly. "Don't say that I didn't leave any writings back then. Even if I did, so what? You think you are telling a story. You can convict me of the crime of being the Minister of War of the Privy Council of the Great Jin Kingdom based on a few words from seven or eight years ago? Can you convict Taizong if the candlelight and the axe sound are confirmed? If you want us to give you some key points, you want the general situation, not some handle... Qin Huizhi doesn't even care about his own son, do you want to control me so easily today?"
Yu Yunwen knew this truth, but because he was anxious after Bei Yan's death, he couldn't help but get angry for a while: "What do you want?"
"It's not that I want something, but I just realized that in this situation, there are some things you can't give me." Hong Ya said in a low voice on the couch. "Even a captured commander believes that the Song army will win this battle, so the Song army will naturally think that a great victory is a matter of course. Whatever I say and do, won't it all end up being thrown away like a piece of trash after the war?"
"Just tell me what you want?"
"I just want to be rich and stable."
"If you can say something useful, why can't I share it with you?"
"What can I do? Just as I don't care about the promise I made today, how can you care about the promise you made today when you gain power in the future?" Hong Ya sneered even more. "In fact, it is possible that because of my negotiation with you today, I will end up losing my life..."
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