In fact, he hasn't said much since noon today, and even if he did, it was just a few simple words.
It's not that he didn't want to say it, but he was so eager to win that he couldn't say it before he won.
Therefore, after looking around for a long time and making sure that he had inspired many defeated soldiers, the official suppressed all the words in his heart and prepared to move forward. However, he had just reined in his horse again, but after taking only two or three steps, he saw a man rushing towards him from the side and front, so he reined in his horse again, and Wu Jie also cooperated throughout the process.
There was no other person. The person who came was Wang De, the deputy commander of the imperial camp's central army. He was alone, shirtless, wearing only a pair of trousers. His upper body from arms to torso was wrapped with seven or eight bandages, and blood was obviously oozing from five or six of them. However, he came on foot, and when he saw that Zhao Jiu was about to leave, he bowed down from a distance of several dozen steps.
Zhao Jiuqing knew that his troops had suffered heavy casualties, and were probably the most exhausted unit in the entire army, so they must be resting at this time. He also knew that this Yaksha had made great contributions but one of his two sons died and another was injured, so he naturally wanted to comfort them.
But for some reason, when the words came to my lips, they were particularly brief and plain:
"Wang Qing."
"I'm here." Wang De raised his head, with an obviously excited look that was completely different from before the war.
"Follow me!" Zhao Jiu, who was on the warhorse, tried to give the order calmly.
However, for some reason, these three simple words almost made Wang De cry on the spot. He used up a lot of strength to stop his emotions and kowtowed heavily on the mud again:
"Please wait a moment, sir. I will put on my armor!"
Zhao Jiu nodded immediately.
With this nod, the defeated soldiers who had gathered around, including many lightly wounded, finally let out a cry, as if they had received some command and came back to life. They then looked around for their armor and weapons. If they couldn't find any, they simply searched among the surrounding corpses.
As for Zhao Jiu, after Wang De put on his armor again, held a long axe and rode his warhorse, leading the general's flag as his vanguard, he did not hesitate and continued to move forward at a leisurely pace, letting Wu Jie lead the horse south to climb the high ground.
But after walking only one or two miles up, Li Yanxian came to meet him. When the emperor and his subject met, they were still very frugal with words. After just an exchange of greetings, Li Shaoyan led the large banner and his troops followed the imperial carriage.
At this moment, the soldiers behind and on both sides of Zhao Jiu had formed a considerable organization. In addition, the auxiliary soldiers carrying the chevaux de frise had generally crossed the river and began to gather behind the imperial carriage according to the previous military orders. The commotion caused by the dragon banner was finally unstoppable.
On the northern slope of the high ground, the Song army was encouraged across the board. Although most of the Jin army had been pushed to the other side of the high ground and had no idea why, they clearly felt the shock and impact. The few Jin soldiers who occupied the high points on the high ground, after realizing what was going on, hurriedly sent scouts to the rear and called for support.
But it was too late.
"Officials!"
After walking only two or three hundred steps, Han Shizhong suddenly rode up from the west and called out from a distance, "Sir, are you going to the slope on the east side?"
"That's right!" Zhao Jiu looked back and answered loudly to the unparalleled banner.
"The high slope on the east is a secondary slope, not as high as the high slope on the west." Han Shizhong didn't have time to take off his mask, so he pointed his whip at his side and said, "You are the emperor, and you have to watch the decisive battle of the royal army. How can you go to a secondary slope? You must set up your formation on the main slope on the west side!"
"Isn't Zhupo still in the hands of the Jin army?" Before Zhao Jiu could speak, Li Yanxian behind him suddenly interrupted and asked loudly.
"By the time I and other military governors arrive to escort the emperor, the main slope will have been captured by our army!" Han Shizhong responded without stopping.
Zhao Jiu still didn't say anything, but turned his horse around and headed west.
Han Shizhong immediately led his own banner to follow the side guard, but his Beiwei Army, led by the commander Cheng Min, had already headed directly to the main slope on the west side which was still under the control of the Jin army.
Not only that, as Zhao Jiu advanced along the way, the troops on the western front all took heart. The troops on the left side of the imperial camp, together with the Dangxiang and Khitan light cavalry, were rushing like wolves, charging like pigs, pecking like cranes, and leaping like tigers, and they all joined forces to come to this high ground.
The Jin army here has long been on the verge of collapse, and is now attacked from all sides. How can they defend it?
In less than half a minute, looking at the dragon banner that was composed of three large banners and dozens of general flags, the defending general Shao He just sighed, then rode his horse sadly and led his men to retreat.
It was not even halfway through the afternoon and the rain had not stopped. Under the sky where the drizzle had returned, the dragon banner of the Zhao Song government stood silently at the highest point of the core high ground of the battlefield.
Also arriving were the large banners of the three generals Han Shizhong, Li Yanxian, and Wu Jie, and a dozen flags of generals under the Jiedushi Wang De.
After arriving here, the dragon banner was in the center, and the large banners and flags of the generals were lined up on the left and right sides. The imperial guards were arranged in a circle. Zhao Jiu was leisurely and dismounted. Then the imperial commander Liu Yan set up the stool, the guards brought a few tables, and the eunuch Shao Chengzhang put out the pot of Lanqiao Fengyue, which had who knew how much of it was left.
Then, all the generals rushed forward and formed a circle, following Emperor Zhao to watch the battle from a high place.
There were no drums, no trumpets, and no additional commands throughout the entire process, but from the moment the dragon flag set out, it had already begun to influence the battle situation. After it stood on the main slope, it just "watched the battle" and directly caused a storm.
After the flag was raised, within a quarter of an hour, Qu Duan, who was unable to control all his subordinates, and almost all his subordinates who led their troops independently, broke through from the gap between the eastern front and the highland battlefield. They even joined forces with the Dangxiang light cavalry of another subordinate, Li Shifu, who followed the trend, to form a huge cavalry group on the eastern side of the highland.
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