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Chapter 81 Yue Fei Challenges Jin Wushu with His Spear

The Northern Expedition Army, which burned down Huanglongfu, then continued to sweep the surrounding Jurchen settlements.

But the harvest was not great.

Most of them fled to Huining for refuge.

Wanyan Tan continued to hide in his own territory, allowing the Northern Expedition Army to burn, kill and loot outside.

As for Yang Feng's request to return the women, he did it, and used the excuse that time was needed so he returned them in batches, sending a few princesses today and a few concubines tomorrow. Most of them were broken anyway, so they didn't care. They just used this method to delay time. After all, if Yang Feng really attacked Huining, they really couldn't hold it.

In fact, Wanyan Tan should have left Huining to find a place to take refuge, after all, there were towering mountains next to them.

There are many small towns in the lower reaches of the Songhua River where he can hide.

For example, Wuguo City.

As for those who had been summoned to the throne, such as the Han and Bohai lords from the Liaoshen region, the Khitan and Xi peoples of western Liaoning, and even other tribes like the Huligai north and east of Huining, although they converged on Huanglongfu, they all sat back and watched. Some were frightened, and some were clearly unwilling to give up. After all, the Jurchens' conquest of the Liao was only twenty years old, and the entire Northeast was ravaged by the Jurchens' bloodbath. Most of these remaining people had deep hatred for the Jurchens.

Of course I dare not rebel.

After all, Jin Wushu was on his way back, and the main force of the Jurchens was in the south. If they were forced to do so, it would still be possible to abandon Henan and retreat to wipe out their entire clan.

But you can watch, just like the various armies that came to support the king during the Taicheng Incident.

The more Jurchens die, the higher their status in the Jin Dynasty's power system will be in the future. Whether for emotional or interest reasons, slacking off is their best choice.

A month later.

Xianping.

Jin Wushu, who had run three thousand miles in a month and a half, looked at the ruined city dejectedly.

Among the burnt-out walls, only a few old men and women who had escaped the disaster were looking at him numbly.

He had actually seen this scene many times in the past, but that was in Han cities. All the men were killed, young women and children were abducted as slaves, and only the worthless old men and women were left to fend for themselves. He used to do this often, but now seeing his own city like this, the feeling was completely different. At this moment, he felt infinitely sad.

An old woman who was rummaging through the rubble suddenly rushed towards him.

"It's all your fault. You brought my son to Song State and he died on the battlefield. You also caused my entire family to be killed by the Song people. I'm the only one left."

She howled in grief and anger.

Then he wanted to rush up and chop him with a kitchen knife.

The guards nearby rushed forward, grabbed her, dragged her over and threw her away.

The old woman was still howling.

The old men and women in the surrounding ruins were also looking at Jin Wushu with hatred.

"If Nianhan were still alive, how could he have allowed the Song people to attack here?"

An old man with a broken leg was still whispering.

After saying that, he spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

Jin Wushu's face turned red instantly. He knew that there was a gap between him and Nianhan, but he was good at internal fighting, and he still managed to make Nianhan angry to death.

But at this moment, thick fog suddenly formed in front of him, and a figure on horseback appeared in the fog. Before he could react, a voice sounded above his head.

"Look, this is the best way to deal with the enemy. If they kill one of our men, we must kill at least two of theirs, and the more the better. If they continue to kill us, we will continue to kill several times as many of theirs, until they are frightened and ask to stop. Benevolence and morality cannot influence the barbarians. Only bloody slaughter can make them kneel at our feet. The barbarians fear power, not virtue. Only when their heads are piled up like a Jingguan will they know fear."

The latter said in a tone of obvious gloating.

Jin Wushu instinctively drew his sword.

Then, in the thick fog, the figure on horseback slowly moved forward. As the distance got closer, it could be seen that he was wearing standard Song army general's armor and holding a long spear in his hand.

Jin Wushu was stunned. He stared at the figure with wide eyes and a hint of astonishment.

The latter's face gradually became clear in his vision.

Suddenly the thick fog disappeared, and a figure that was unforgettable to him appeared out of thin air, standing against the backdrop of the ruins of the city.

"Yue Fei!"

"It's Yue Fei!"

……

The generals around him were in chaos.

"Jin Wushu, I came here today simply to invite you to a decisive battle in three days. However, I have two plans. First, you and I will each bring our troops and set up battle formations at Huanglong Mansion. Second, we will each rely on our martial arts skills. I have fought you for many years, but we have never met alone. We should take this opportunity to fight and avoid any regrets."

Yue Fei said calmly.

"Do you still want to leave today?"

Jin Wushu sneered.

"Calm down, you should look above your head first."

Then the gloating voice sounded again.

Jin Wushu raised his head with a gloomy face and looked at the giant dragon that suddenly appeared in the sky and the figure in golden armor on the dragon's back.

"What if I win?"

He said.

"If you choose one, Your Excellency wins and we withdraw. If you choose two, Your Excellency wins and Fei dies on the battlefield, I will have no regrets in my life."

Yue Fei said.

"I'm asking about him."

Jin Wushu looked at Yang Feng above his head.

"What does your duel have to do with me?"

Yang Feng said.

"So what other choice do I have?"

Jin Wushu sneered.

In the first option, he wins, and Yue Fei says, "We will all retreat together, including the demon in the sky." In the second option, he wins, and Yue Fei will of course die in battle. Since Yue Fei dies, he has nothing to do with the future, and the demon can be avenged by Yue Fei's son. In other words, no matter which option you choose, a decisive battle is inevitable, and once the decisive battle begins, the demon will definitely participate. It's the same with either option. Besides, even if the demon doesn't participate, he can't win.

He only brought back 10,000 cavalrymen, and the rest were those traitors, plus at most the 20,000 to 30,000 people from Huining.

Yue Fei now has 50,000 to 60,000 men under his command, and even if this demon is not enough, he can still resurrect the injured ones in the back.

Therefore, Yue Fei's 50,000 or 60,000 troops could be used as 200,

He couldn't bring at most 40,000 soldiers he could trust to fight against 50,000 to 60,000 enemies who were constantly resurrecting. The latter were not just resurrecting, but their experience points and morale increased exponentially with each resurrection. The more his men fought, the lower their morale became, and the fewer they were in number. The enemy was almost an undead army, and it was impossible to fight them.

So he will still fail, or even be completely wiped out.

Then my fortune collapsed.

If his entire army was wiped out and he died here, those traitors would rebel without hesitation, and the Song army to the south would also launch a massive counterattack. In fact, he had received urgent news on his way here: Han Shizhong, Yang Yizhong, Liu Qi, and even the Yue army upstream had all begun counterattacking. The newly ascended Zhao Shen was full of confidence, pretending to be determined to reconquer the Central Plains. Even the Wu army on the western front was counterattacking. However, he also knew the situation of the Song army. No matter how powerful the latter was, it would not be able to stop the civil officials from disrupting it.

In the end, you will fail.

But the problem is that once these traitors here rebel, the Jin army in the south will also be in chaos!
These young and strong members of the traitor tribe also constitute the main force of the Jin army in the south, and they will turn their swords against the Jurchen soldiers without hesitation.

The Song people would welcome them. The civil officials would love nothing more than to bribe them with money.

These fools would rather spend money to bribe the enemy than make their own army stronger.

"Since you are an immortal, why do you need to interfere in the human world? My country and Song were originally allies, but they became enemies because Song broke the alliance and accepted our traitorous general Zhang Jue. Now, we have been fighting for over ten years, causing great suffering to both countries. Therefore, my country is willing to negotiate peace. As for the King and Prime Minister of Song's desire to kill Marshal Yue, it is indeed my personal grudge, not the intention of my king. I have fought with Marshal Yue for many years and was defeated by him several times. This is a lifelong hatred. Therefore, I want the King and Prime Minister of Song to kill Marshal Yue before signing the peace treaty.

I never thought that the Immortal would be so enraged by this that he would hold my country responsible. Today, I am willing to die as an apology to Marshal Yue to appease the Immortal's wrath."

He put on a humble attitude and saluted Yue Fei.

He really doesn't have the courage to fight now. He needs to be able to bend and stretch. Now he has to bow his head.

"You see, this is what I said before, the barbarians fear power but not virtue. When you pile up their heads into a Jingguan, they will take the initiative to admit their mistakes to you.

But it wasn’t that they realized they were wrong, it was that they knew they were going to die.”

Yang Feng said.

Jin Wushu pretended not to hear.

"As for the peace agreement between our two countries, it has been concluded. Originally, the Song State would become our vassal. However, for the sake of the Immortal, our country is willing to make a concession. From now on, the two countries will become brotherly countries, just like the old Liao and Song dynasties."

He said.

"What do your peace talks have to do with me?"

Yang Feng said doubtfully.

"Will you choose or not?"

Yue Fei asked.

Jin Wushu looked at him deeply.

What the hell is the point of choosing? The result will be the same no matter what you choose. These bastards are just making fun of me.

"Immortal, if this still doesn't appease the Immortal's anger, my country is willing to worship the Immortal with the whole country, build Immortal temples in various places, and worship the Immortal as the national teacher. If the Immortal has any other requests, my country will devote all its national strength to it."

He said.

"You and I are enemies. If you refuse to choose, this place will be the battlefield."

Yue Fei shouted.

Jin Wushu still did not give up his fantasy.

"My country is willing to give you the land of Henan, which will become the land of immortals."

He said.

This is actually better. After all, it means that the Song army cannot go north, and Henan is a place with nine out of ten houses empty and of little value.

Yang Feng looked down at him with a deep smile.

"I will ask you again, Sir, do you choose or not? If you do not choose, this place will become a battlefield, and I will take your life!"

Yue Fei shouted again.

The generals and guards around Jin Wushu immediately moved forward.

Jin Wushu still looked at the sky.

"Fairy..."

he begged.

"I will take your life."

Yue Fei shouted.

The next moment he rode forward.

Jin Wushu's guards immediately stepped forward.

The two sides soon collided, but Yue Fei's martial arts skills were obviously not inferior to his son's. The spear in his hand was like a dragon, constantly knocking down the guards and moving forward like a hot knife through butter.

The surrounding Jin troops rushed in disarray, but because they were on a ruined street, they had to circumvent the shattered walls, making it difficult to reach their destination in a short time. In their frenzy, they paid no attention to anything else. Some elderly men and women who had been watching dodged in fear, but many were still knocked down and trampled under the horses' hooves. The one who had taunted Jin Wushu for being inferior to Nianhan, probably a veteran who had served with Nianhan, cleverly dodged a cavalryman, but because of a weak leg, he fell down and was trampled by another cavalryman.

And Yue Fei was still advancing alone.

Jin Wushu's guards rushed forward, but were still constantly defeated by him.

The Jin army on the periphery ignored the guards and raised their bows and arrows to aim at Yue Fei. The arrows at close range kept hitting him and piercing his armor.

Some also fell on the guards.

But Yue Fei still moved forward with arrows on his body.

The armor on his body was not given by Yang Feng, but was captured from the Jin army. It should be the general's armor that the latter seized from the Song army, so its defensive performance is not as good as the breastplate.

But this did not stop him. Even though he was injured, he still moved forward courageously. At this moment, he was like Zhao Yun who charged alone at Changban Slope. Under the siege of hundreds of elite Jin troops, he bravely moved forward with more and more arrows on his body.

All the Jin soldiers who tried to stop him were knocked down by the spear in his hand.

"My king, hurry up!"

A general pulled Jin Wushu and shouted.

The latter pushed him away, picked up the mace and looked at Yue Fei.

Yang Feng watched with interest from the sky.

Yue Fei finally defeated the last Jin soldier blocking his path, thrusting his spear straight at Jin Wushu, who blocked with his mace. As the spears and maces clashed, their horses crossed, and the two men, facing each other, quickly separated. A nearby Jin general thrust his spear straight at Yue Fei, who dodged, thrusting out with one hand while catching the spear with his other. He stabbed the Jin general and snatched his spear away, then swung it back at Jin Wushu, who had just missed him.

The latter hurriedly turned around and raised his stick amid the screams of his men, but he was still half a beat too late, and the spear in Yue Fei's hand hit him right in the ribs.

Jin Wushu, holding the mace, just revealed the gap in his armor under his ribs.

The spear pierced directly into him.

The one who attacked Yue Fei was stabbed in the throat.

Immediately afterwards, two arrows fell on Yue Fei's chest at the same time.

Yue Fei roared and let go of both spears at the same time. He was obviously seriously injured, but he still forced himself to draw his sword and turned around suddenly on horseback. Jin Wushu, who was already seriously injured, was still standing there in a daze because he was blocked by his subordinates who were chasing Yue Fei in front. Yue Fei swept the sword in his hand, but he no longer had the strength to chop off Jin Wushu's head. The sword only cut into his neck, and blood spurted out from the blade in an instant.

Yue Fei, with blood sprayed all over his face, was hit by more than a dozen arrows in succession with a look of relief on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Feng said with emotion.

The next moment, flames spewed out of the dragon's mouth and crashed into the Jin army archers. The latter were instantly swallowed by the flames, and the rest scattered in fear.

The Jin troops around Yue Fei also looked at Yang Feng in horror, and then dispersed.

"Luckily, the head wasn't chopped off."

Yang Feng said.

Then he quickly put Jin Wushu, whose eyes were already distracted, into the Fang Tian Huaji.

Yue Fei also fell down on his horse, obviously breathing his last breath, and Yang Feng also quickly took him in.

(End of this chapter)