A new round of fighting.
The vanguard troops Zhao Huan brought with him were the Imperial Guards, and after Zhao Huan's reorganization, the Imperial Guards were the elite of the elite of the Song Dynasty. These men were elites selected from all over the country, and each of them was highly skilled in martial arts.
Yin Shuke and Maji were among the Jin soldiers in the city. They were already exhausted after the battle with Nangong Wentian, and now they were surrounded by Zhao Huan and immediately lost their fighting spirit.
The Imperial Guards were not only highly skilled in martial arts, but more importantly, they were equipped with advanced weapons and equipment, which frightened the Jin soldiers.
Crossbows, shields, swordsmen, spearmen, and chariots cooperate with each other and fight together.
The shieldmen were in front, the spearmen were in the back, the crossbowmen were in the middle, and the swordsmen were in the back.
The Imperial Guards advanced in a carpet-style, row after row, in an orderly manner. In an instant, countless Jin soldiers were killed by the Shenbi crossbow.
After a brief rout, the Jin soldiers launched a fierce counterattack against the Imperial Guards. Finally, after paying a heavy price, they disrupted the Imperial Guards' carpet formation. Then, the two sides resumed their chaotic battle.
Other troops supporting the emperor began to pursue the coalition forces of Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Gao, and attacked Nanjing, the capital of the Jin Dynasty. This was the first time that the Song army occupied Jin territory.
The two sides fought until the afternoon, annihilating several Jin soldiers. The enemy general Yin Shuke was killed, leaving only Maji, who was wounded and escaped with dozens of Jin soldiers.
Zhao Huan wore a battle robe and wielded a longsword. Though his martial arts skills were mediocre, he was no match for the numerous experts around him. Having conquered Mingzhou, he naturally had to show off his power and enter the city to appease the people. This was partly to stabilize the army's morale, but also to witness the brutality of war.
Mingzhou City was shattered. There was no absolute winner in war, and now countless corpses lay scattered throughout Mingzhou City, both inside and outside.
There were Jin soldiers, Song soldiers, but more were civilians. Innocent people died in the war, and there were cries in every house in the city.
Zhao Huan, Wu Ge and others walked towards Mingzhou City, stepping on the blood and dust on the battlefield.
Everyone was silent. Although the Jin soldiers had suffered heavy losses, the Zhong family army was also in tatters. The death of their commander in chief was even more devastating.
Zhao Huan and his men arrived outside the Mingzhou government office. The ground was littered with corpses: hundreds of Song soldiers had fallen, and even more were the bodies of Jin soldiers. This could only prove one thing: the fallen Song soldiers had been buried with many times more Jin soldiers.
The soldier next to him pointed to a corpse and said, "This is General Nangong." Zhao Huan stopped and walked to Nangong Wentian.
Nangong Wentian was nearly drained of blood from the wounds on his chest and abdomen. The sound of Zhao Huan and the others' footsteps made his fingers twitch slightly, as if they were still trying to grasp the long sword beside him, but he no longer had any strength left.
Zhao Huan was overjoyed. He squatted down and hugged Nangong Wentian's body.
Nangong Wentian slowly opened his eyes, his gaze frighteningly cloudy. He saw clearly that Zhao Huan was wearing the clothes of a Song Dynasty soldier. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he said weakly, "Who are you?"
He did not know Zhao Huan, and the two had never met each other.
Zhao Huan said sadly: "I am the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the current Emperor Zhao Huan."
Nangong Wentian's eyes lit up when he heard this. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he smiled and grabbed Zhao Huan's collar. His eyes quickly dimmed, and then he let go of Zhao Huan and passed away with his eyes closed.
Zhao Huan gently put him down, knelt on one knee, and bid farewell to Nangong Wentian with the greatest etiquette of a battlefield general.
The soldiers next to him hurriedly knelt down and saluted.
Zhao Huan's chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton. It took him a while to stand up. At this moment, a soldier shouted in surprise: "There's a living person here."
Overjoyed, Zhao Huan turned and ran over. He saw a frail soldier lying on the ground, his chest rising and falling slightly, clearly still alive. Strangely, he was wearing women's clothing. A closer look revealed a woman with tied hair.
However, the woman's face was blackened by the smoke and the flames, and her original appearance could not be seen. Only her long eyelashes were tightly closed.
Zhao Huan leaned over to check her breath, but she was still breathing. He waved to Wu Ge beside him and said, "Wu Ge, come here and give her artificial respiration."
Wu Ge was a little stunned. What did artificial respiration mean?
Zhao Huan suddenly remembered that he was playing the lute to a cow, so he had to try to do it himself.
But Zhao Huan didn't know much about the specific steps of artificial respiration. He was still hesitant. A drowning person needed artificial respiration, and he didn't know whether fainting would work.
Fortunately, she is a woman, so she can accept that she is a little ugly.
Zhao Huan pinched her nose, took a deep breath, and blew towards her mouth.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the woman's lips, she suddenly woke up and stared at Zhao Huan with a pair of big dark eyes.
Zhao Huan's mouth met hers, and he suddenly saw a pair of large eyes staring at him with fear. He was startled and swallowed the breath he had in his mouth. He stumbled, and his right hand pressed against the woman's body. It felt soft, and his hand was right on her chest.
Nangong Lian'er's eyebrows raised, and she slapped him hard and fast. Zhao Huan felt a burning pain on his left cheek.
"You..." Wu Ge was shocked. This is the emperor. Who dares to hit the true dragon emperor?
Zhao Huan covered his left cheek and reached out to stop Wu Ge. Nangong Lian'er climbed up and looked at Zhao Huan angrily.
Zhao Huan covered his left cheek and pointed at her: "You, you... I, I, I, I want to save you."
Nangong Lian'er was stunned for a moment and ignored him. She ran to Nangong Wentian's body and cried loudly: "Dad! Dad! Wake up, wake up..."
Zhao Huan and Wu Ge looked at each other. Is this person Nangong Wentian’s daughter?
Nangong Lian'er was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, heartbroken. Although her clothes were dirty and black, her slender back made people feel pity for her.
Although Zhao Huan was a fangirl, he really had no feelings for Nangong Lian'er because the girl had a dark complexion and it was hard to tell what she looked like.
But she is Nangong Wentian's daughter, and Zhao Huan must take good care of her.
Nangong Lian'er knelt on the ground and sobbed. Zhao Huan walked over gently and patted her shoulder: "My condolences, young lady. General Nangong..."
"Pa!" Before Zhao Huan could finish his words, he was slapped hard on the right cheek, and his cheek swelled up.
Everyone was even more shocked, not knowing what to do. Nangong Lian'er said coldly: "You stinky hooligan, you, you bullied me, you have to be responsible for me!"
Nangong Lian'er only knew he was a general from his attire, not the emperor. She knew Zhao Huan had good intentions, but she still couldn't accept the fact that he had touched her.
Zhao Huan looked as if he had seen a ghost. "Am I being blackmailed? I didn't do anything, so why am I responsible?"
Zhao Huan covered his face with his hands: "What did I do?"
Nangong Lian'er pouted: "My father said that if a man kissed me, he would be responsible for me. Not only did you kiss me, you also touched me!"
Zhao Huan wanted to take a concubine, but he didn't want one as fierce and aggressive as this one, especially since he didn't know what she looked like. She looked like an African, so how could she be pretty? She was probably just an ordinary village girl. Besides, she was so hot that she would slap him in the face at any moment, so who would dare to provoke her?
"I don't agree!" Zhao Huan refused.
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