Today, during the day, when Wuzhu hurriedly pushed the young king onto the horse, he heard Hela drunk and crying: "Uncle, the Great Jin is going to fall..." He almost fell off the horse. Thinking about it now in the middle of the night, it is even more chilling.
This was actually their king. He should have been the grandson of Aguda, the proud son of the Heavenly Wolf, but he actually said: "The Great Jin can no longer invade the south."
Wuzhu regretted deeply. If he had not killed Zong Han at the beginning, the war god of the Great Jin would still be alive. He would not be in such a mess today and would not allow the Han people to be so arrogant on the battlefield.
He sent a letter saying that he would offer a reward of 30,000 gold for the heads of Han, Yue, Wu and Zhang, but Yue Fei, upon hearing this, posted a notice saying "Three strings of cash for the head of Jin Wushu". Wushu felt that everyone around him was looking at his neck, and he could not help but hold his sword tightly wherever he went.
Late at night, Wuzhu forced himself to close his eyes again. In his dream, he vaguely saw himself again announcing that he had "searched the mountains and the seas", burning down Hangzhou City, and returning to Huining Prefecture with a load of gold, silver and treasures. However, the high spirits in the dream did not last long, and quickly changed again, as if to reflect the reality of the dismal defeat.
He first dreamed that Han Shizhong was chasing him fiercely, and that the Wu army broke through the Iron Pagoda in Jingxiang, and then Yue Fei... Then, he was defeated again and again at the hands of Yue Fei, from Yancheng to Yingchang, to Zhuxian Town... No matter how hard Wuzhu tried, he was defeated again and again. The suffocating suffering in reality seemed to penetrate the dream... Wuzhu opened his Tongling eyes in horror. He sat up suddenly and put on a white robe. Subconsciously, he reached out to grab the sword beside him, but it was empty.
Wuzhu was stunned and remembered that he had placed the sword given to him by his enemy Yue Fei on the table before going to bed. He quickly stood up, reached out to pick it up, held it in his hand, and then sat down again, placing the cold sword on his knees.
After sitting there restlessly for a long time, he slowly drew out his sword. Suddenly, a tear dripped down Wuzhu's pale face.
In the early morning, a vast expanse of white, gray and black shadows appeared on the distant horizon, like a silent tide, slowly rolling in with the morning glow.
A ray of morning light broke through the dull night sky.
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