The sun is still hot, the mountains are green, and the mountains are still in the north. The top of the mountain is the Great Wall, which has been ruined for two hundred years.

The forests in the north are not tall, but the trees in the north are generally tougher than those in the south. This is caused by climate. In cold places, trees grow slowly and grow extremely tough.

Two or three hundred Jurchens who were abandoned with armor entered the mountains and forests. If they were lucky enough to cross the jungle and return to the outside of the pass, they would probably be able to survive this life. These two or three hundred people were also the Jurchens who survived in this battle.

A flat rock was splashed with some clear water, taking away the heat left by the scorching sun. Zheng Zhi lifted up the armor behind him and sat on it. His blood was still extremely strong under the hot wind.

Yang Zaixing, the man from the iron tower with swelling muscles, actually held Zheng Zhi's palm in both hands and slowly pulled out broken wood chips from Zheng Zhi's palm. These wooden thorns came from the bursting spear and had already penetrated deeply into the flesh in the palm of Zheng Zhi's palm. He didn't feel pain when fighting, but he was extremely uncomfortable at this time.

The soldiers kept cleaning the battlefield and treating the wounded. Many people suddenly appeared around. Most of these people were Han people, and some Khitans were among them. However, these people slowly walked over from their hiding places to help clean up the bodies and wounded on the battlefield. Obviously, these Han people and Khitans knew which side they belong and who they should trust and help.

Wang Bing and Wang Xun and his son had more than 5,000 people, more than 3,000 infantry and less than 500 cavalry. However, there were more than 5,000 people under Hu Yanzhuo's command, less than 400 people, and the few hundred people were fled, which was not counted. There were huge casualties.

Zheng Zhi brought 15,000 cavalry, mainly Han cavalry, followed by Dangxiang and Dadan people. More than 3,000 casualties were also suffered. Just about Zheng Zhi's casualties, he took a huge advantage. Ten thousand Jurchens, and the last one survived was only 200 to 300,000, and hundreds of minor and serious wounded people were captured alive.

Wanyan Loushi's death could not be hidden.

The head of Wanyan Loushi was cut off by Zheng Zhi and stepped on it.

The war has been over for most of the time, and Zheng Zhi is still fierce. Yang Zaixing slowly lifts the wooden thorns of Zheng Zhi's hand. Zheng Zhi stepped on Wanyan Loushi's head, his eyes are like wolves, and he keeps scanning the battlefield.

Wang Bing's naked upper body was wrapped tightly at this time, so he also sat next to Zheng Zhi. Wang Xun stood behind Wang Bing with a smile on his face.

Zheng Zhi could see the two people around him, his face became much more kind, and even showed a little smile, and said, "General Wang, your son is really a good child."

Zheng Zhi did not praise Wang Bing, but praised Wang Bing's son.

When Wang Bing heard this, he ignored the pain on his body and looked happy. His son was praised, as if he was happier than he was praised by others. He smiled and said, "The prince laughed. The son had never seen the world before. Today he has seen the world."

Wang Xun stood behind him and smiled even stronger.

Zheng Zhi also replied with a smile: "People say that having a child should be like Sun Zhongmou. Today I think that having a child should be like Wang Xun. If my son is as brave as Wang Xun in the future, he will be content."

Although Wang Bing was happy, he quickly said modestly: "How can Your Highness King Zhao be a dog son? The prince is too rewarded."

Zheng Zhi did not accept Wang Bing's humble words, and suddenly looked up straight and said, "Wang Bing Wang Xun heard from him."

When the father and son heard this, they also looked upright, stood up and walked to Zheng Zhi, knelt on one knee, and bowed.

"The king was named General Guide, commanded five thousand iron-armored knights and walked around him. The king Xun was named General Zhongwu, the fourth-rank Zhongwu, and the king was appointed deputy general." Zheng Zhi said word by word, very serious.

"Thank you, Your Highness, King Yan!" The father and son were promoted to the title and promoted more than ten levels in a row. This was also the comfort of the war, and it was also what the two deserved.

Hu Yanzhuo was not by Zheng Zhi at this time. He was actually almost killed or injured under Hu Yanzhuo. Eight out of ten soldiers who came out of his hometown with Hu Yanzhuo were killed. After Hu Yanzhuo's general, he was still rummaging through the bodies one by one, hoping to find a few more living people.

It was really sad and heartbroken. This was also the first time Hu Yanzhuo faced such a big battle, which was completely different from the bandit suppression and the like.

It was also this battle that made Zheng Zhi look at these people who were not his own lineage. These descendants of China and the heroes of He Heshuo were not as good as those of the past.

This Yanzhao still has a generous and tragic sing.

"I also granted Hu Yanzhuo the title of General Guide, guarding the borders along the Datong line of Guihua, and marching on the three places of Guihua (Xuanhua, Zhangjiakou), Hongzhou (Yangyuan, Yanggao, Tianzhen, Huaihua), and Datong Prefecture." Even though Hu Yanzhuo was not around, Zheng Zhi still told the reward directly.

The personal soldiers around him also ran out to look for the good news of Yanzhuo.

The old saying is never false.

After saying that, Zheng Zhi stood up to help the two people in front of him. Wang Xun was much younger. He was also happy at this time and couldn't help but smile and said, "In the future, follow the prince and you will definitely make new contributions. If you don't let the prince be disappointed, you will definitely be more favorable for the prince."

Zheng Zhi smiled and looked at Wang Xun, all of whom were admired. Some people were born to be pillars of the country and nation.

"Fate, cut off all the heads of Jurchens and take them back to Gubei, and use them as rolling stones." As soon as Zheng Zhi said, his face naturally became a bit ruthless.

The Jurchens had already lost 20,000 elite soldiers at Zheng Zhi's hands, just to see how many 20,000 people there could die.

An encounter, or an encounter that Zheng Zhi planned, everyone is brave enough to take the lead, even Zheng Zhi himself did not have time to think about it, and he was determined to win, and he plunged into the battle formation. Heaven will not let down people, but in a big victory, Zheng Zhi became more and more confident. So what if the Jurchens are good at fighting?

This land of China, the descendants of the Han people have never lost their courage.

Two hours later, it was almost night. The army hurriedly ate some dry food, and still set off on horseback and headed straight for Gubei Pass. More than 10,000 strong horses were added, and the horses were covered with bloody heads.

The Qilin beast under Zheng Zhi's seat was even more hung with Wanyan Loushi's head.

Wanyan Loushi, a famous general of the Great Jin Dynasty, died in front of the formation, and he was killed. The generals should not grow old, and the battle formation will be the destination.

The setting sun shines through the sky, and the blood stains the sadness of thousands of miles.

Today, I ride the wind and turn into a dragon and the sky.

Countless Huaihua people walked out of the mountains and forests. Following the yamen runners in the city, they dug up one by one, burying tens of thousands of Jurchen corpses outside the city. They used lime and the like to deal with the bodies of tens of thousands of compatriots, the left-behind Yuhou, and the names were matched one by one, and wooden signs were hung. They were waiting to be transported back to their hometowns.

In the hot season, the corpse cannot be corrupted, but because of Zheng Zhi's order, he could only burn more lime and try to make the corpse corrupt as slowly as possible.

Wu Yong, who was waiting in Juyong Pass, finally returned from victory three days later, felt nervous. Juyong Pass went northeast and arrived at Gubei Pass two or three hundred miles away.

Wu Yong seemed to have been used to this kind of uneasiness. Even if he fought in front of him on the battlefield, Wu Yong was always full of confidence in Zheng Zhi.

A person has long become the hope of everyone, the backbone of everyone, and the confidence of everyone.

Juyong Pass has long been abandoned and has even become a road. In the past two hundred years, it has only been the border of one state prefecture. Today, Juyong Pass has just been replaced with a new city gate, and there are many people in charge of logistics in the urn city.

Buckets of hot water for bathing, buckets of broth for buckets of meat. They entertain these soldiers who have returned victoriously.

The military generals, carrying a stinky blood and a few bowls of broth, took a bath with hot water, and swept away the fatigue and energy that had been in full swing for many days.

"Wu Yong, the casualties have been severe this time, and more than 10,000 people have been paid. Everyone has paid the pensions stipulated by the royal palace, and no one can be deducted." Zheng Zhi did not tell the matter of pension until he met Wu Yong. The soldiers were injured and killed by the country, and the pensions must be generous. Even if Wang Bing and Hu Yanzhuo's troops were treated as Zheng Zhi's direct troops.

This is also because Zheng Zhi's emotional change in these non-directed people. Originally, Zheng Zhi did not value these people and horses, and the errands sent were also to guard some unimportant levels, even the ordnance horses were also the minimum supply.

The reason is that the impression these imperial guards in front of him gave Zheng Zhi was too bad. At this time, Zheng Zhi's thoughts had undergone a huge change.

Wu Yong frowned and replied, "Your Highness, although Pei Xuan is in charge of this money and grain, the students are more aware of it. In the treasury of the royal palace, there is no way to allow for such a pension. In the battle of the grassland in front of the head, the pension alone will be paid more than 2 million guan. Under the treasury, all government offices have to use money, and the factory spends money like flowing water. The monthly military pay is also very expensive, and the food is purchased. The treasury is afraid that it can't hold on. This time, it costs more than 2 million guan, and it is afraid that Pei Xuan can't take it out."

Zheng Zhi now really has less understanding of the affairs of the treasury. Zheng Zhi has become a person who only cares about spending money. The battle is too urgent, and the books piled up in the royal palace are all in a mountain, but Zheng Zhi has not had time to take a quick glance.

Zheng Zhi looked ruthless when he heard this, and said, "Go to Tokyo and order Lu Da to confiscate the house. He will confiscate the house until he confiscate the house. He will confiscate the house first. Who will confiscate the house first? Let Mr. Zhong decide."

Wu Yong frowned when he heard this and said in a little fear: "Your Highness, now Tokyo City is about stability? I'm afraid that... I'll be in chaos again."

Wu Yong was naturally considering Zheng Zhi. Zheng Zhi was not in Tokyo, and there were less than 20,000 people in the city of one million people. He was afraid that there would be a chaos. There was an emperor in Tokyo. If the emperor lost control, the consequences would be really unimaginable. Twenty million coins were really an unimaginable number for Wu Yong. I don’t know how many families in Tokyo would become penniless.

Zheng Zhihu glared at Wu Yong, and said sternly: "Corp, the soldiers are killed in the border, how can they not be compensated? Who will still fight for the country in the future? Those high-ranking officials and nobles need so much money to do, and they cannot starve them to death. In addition, Lu Da will be ordered to resist or do anything in private. The old and old will kill them, and the young and strong will be sent to Yan Yun to fight to kill the enemy."

Wu Yong was still worried, but he had to nod and bowed to answer yes.

"Scholars, the registration of casualties will be a hard work." Zheng Zhi saw Wu Yong bowing, and his tone became calmer.

"Your Highness, this is a matter of your own affairs and it must be appropriate. I dare not teach a martyr to omit it." Thinking of these people who died on the battlefield, Wu Yong also knew his responsibilities.
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