Not long after, more than 2,000 Song soldiers suddenly emerged from the small river in the north, shouting, "Brothers, kill them! Don't let these victories escape."
“Kill!”
The Song army had red eyes and ferocious expressions on their faces, like wolves thirsting for blood, and rushed towards the Liao people who had already scattered.
They fired their last bullet, and even if they switched to close combat, they had to leave behind a Liao corpse.
Because these fleeing Liao people were all meritorious soldiers of the Song army.
The Song Dynasty rewarded meritorious men generously. Even if they failed to be promoted to officers, they would receive many rewards such as money and land for killing an enemy.
Therefore, morale is high.
"Run, Your Majesty, run!"
The guards around Yelu Zongzhen were terrified and hurriedly urged Yelu Zongzhen's horse, looking back and whipping the horse to gallop forward.
At this time, the sky was pitch black and fires were burning in many places.
The Liao army originally wanted to launch a surprise attack on Xijin at night, eliminate the Song army in the city, and complete a desperate counterattack.
However, they did not expect that Fan Zhongyan would set up an ambush and they were badly defeated. They threw many torches on the ground and tried to escape at night.
The result was that the weeds on the ground ignited.
Although everything comes back to life in early spring, the dead leaves accumulated last winter have not yet completely rotted, and there are still broken and withered plants in many places.
Therefore, once it encounters flames, it will quickly ignite and spread to the surrounding areas.
But the speed of the flames could not keep up with the speed of the Liao people's retreat. Many Liao people fled into the darkness. In the wilderness, some were killed by Song army bullets, some fell to their death from horse stumbling, and some were killed by their own people in a panic.
There were wailing, screaming, cursing, scolding, and crying everywhere. In the face of life and death, comrades were meaningless. They just wanted to escape.
Even Yelu Zongzhen's personal guards killed many of their own people and were forced to flee with Yelu Zongzhen.
Yelu Zongzhen's warhorse was the best BMW. Although the road was a vast plain, it did not fall once amidst various pits and obstacles. It escaped smoothly and ran to the front of the team.
However, when he looked south in panic, he saw the country in ruins. The army behind him had been scattered, and the pursuers were getting closer and closer. Yelu Zongzhen's face was full of haggard sorrow, and he looked like the end was coming.
My world, my Yanyun, will disappear into thin air.
(End of this chapter)
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