Although Jerusalem is beautiful, as the commander of this battle, Zhao Xu could not stay here for too long. After receiving Eiffel's clear reply, he left a general with the rank of major general and 10,000 elite infantry cavalry stationed in Jerusalem, and led his remaining 50,000 troops to the north, because there was still war burning in the north.

In Asia Minor at night, in the sky, the beautiful stars were like scattered pearls, constantly flashing. After camping, the Fire Head Army was used to busy dinner. In the dragon tent where Zhao Xu was, Zhao Xu and his four sons were roasting a few delicious fat sheep, chatting about the sky all over the place. Because of the injury, Zhao Geng, who was originally following Zhao Mu and Zhao Lie, did not let him continue to fight on the front line with his brother and others, but let him stay by his side to recover. However, although the injuries have been healed now, Zhao Mu and Zhao Lie are far away in Constantinople, and Zhao Xu did not let his son go to the front line anymore.

Firewood kept crackling sounds as the flames stirred, roasting the whole roasted lamb, and the flames from charcoal made the animal oil mixed with spices emit a more charming fragrance. This rare family time made Zhao Xu and his sons laugh.

But the world did not meet the wish, as if God didn't like to give Zhao Xu a little leisure time. The curtain of the big tent suddenly lifted up, and a general wearing a yellow camouflage burqa raised his legs and walked in. He looked closely and saw that this person was not the commander of the ghost cavalry, major general Zhang Qing!

"Your Majesty is urgent military information." Zhang Qing, who walked into the tent, said without any nonsense. After seeing Zhao Xu here, he clasped his fists and said.

Zhao Xu rarely enjoyed the happy time of being alone with his family, but the sudden military situation had to let him put aside the happy time with his family, so he frowned and said to Zhang Qing: "Zhang Qing's family, what emergency military situation is, let me tell you slowly."

Zhang Qing bowed to Zhao Xu again and said, "Report to your Majesty, since he escaped from the Constantinople Incident, Oriandin has gone south without stopping, and his destination is directed to the city of Smyrna, and he has ordered his vanguard troops to arrive at Smyrna first. According to the spies' reward, Oriandin has loaded all the remaining wealth in the country at the port of Smyrna, preparing to go to sea to escape to Libya early tomorrow morning."

"Father, our warships cannot reach the Mediterranean. Do we want to attack Egypt and then march towards Libya?" Zhao Qi said to his father anxiously.

"We can also send envoys to Libya and let them hand over it." The sixth prince Zhao Bo continued his elder brother's words.

However, Zhao Xu did not take up his son's words, but stood by the fire and quietly looked at the flames that kept jumping in the stove. The color of the flames seemed to dye Zhao Xu's eyes red. In just a moment, Zhao Xu's eyes flashed with a flash, and he turned his head to say to Zhao Qi: "Qi'er, immediately order the entire army to pour out all the food in the pot, and the entire army set out overnight. Even if the war horses ran to death, they would block Oriandin."

"Son-member, obey the order." After Zhao Qi received the order, he ran out quickly

"Zhang Qing, the ghost riding horses quickly. Take all the ghost cavalry soldiers and set off immediately. Even if you fight for the last person, you will drag Oriandin out of the Smyrna area to win time for the main army."

"I will obey the order."

Although the Mongolian horses produced in the Oriental Grassland are short and have weak gravity, they have the advantages of fast running speed and long-lasting endurance. Therefore, although the horses are covered with sweat for a long time, they are still firmly obeying their master's orders that keep moving forward.

On the distant horizon, a red sun was climbing out with all his might, breaking free from the constraints of the earth, rising slowly, facing the sun, looking at the rising smoke and dust in the distance, feeling the violent vibration of the earth. This was the sound of the horses of horses galloping from far to near, and instantly arrived in front of them. Through the galloping horses, stained with the sweat of the knights on their backs, sliding down from drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by rain.

This is the Song army pursuing Orianding. Look at the leader of the army, the emperor of the Song Empire, our protagonist, Zhao Xu.

He was wearing a rolling golden armor unique to the emperor, and his whole body was lying on the horse's back, like a sharp arrow, rushing in front of the entire horse team. The war horse he sat down was a sweat-blooded BMW with golden hair. Its four hooves, strong body, and long flowing mane seemed to be a heavenly horse from heaven, with its natural kingly demeanor, leading all the war horses to keep flying forward.

The rising sun behind it pushes the footsteps of the war horses, which further reflects the sharp scimitar.

Finally, Zhao Xu and his soldiers arrived here. Before Oriandin arrived at Smyrna, they arrived here. Seeing the enemy emperor approaching, the cavalry of the Song Empire made waves like wolf howlings, holding a scimitar full of cold light, and slashing towards Oriandin regardless of fatigue. When Zhao Xu appeared, Zhang Qing was ordered to withdraw from the battle by flag words. Looking at the corpses of ghost riders on the ground, Zhao Xu knew that they had done their best.

"The father has an order, no arrows are allowed." Zhao Qi shouted loudly to all the cavalry in the galloping horse team.

Although the retreat of the ghost cavalry won Oliandin a chance to breathe, the large group of Song troops, who came from all directions like a scattered sea, once again made Oliandin's heart come to his throat. He and his soldiers had already fought fiercely with the ghost cavalry led by Zhang Qing for the middle of the night. His trembling hands had begun to be unable to hold on to his own sword. He no longer knew how many people he had killed, twenty, fifty, eighty, one hundred or two hundred. However, as the king of a country, a country that once conquered the world, they also had firm beliefs and

The determination to win is a heart that any bloody person must have. He would rather die standing and never live on his knees. Looking at the enemies from all directions, Oriandin already knew that he might not be able to escape death today. However, even so, he could not become the first Sultan in the history of the entire Seljuk Empire who was captured by the enemy. He trembled and raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly to the soldiers who were still following him: "Sons of the heroic mother of the Seljuk Empire, let our enemies see the last style of the world conquerors, and fight with me!!"

How can a man break his favor? He will die without a moment. He will take off his bridle and pick up black hair in his hand.

Oriandin rushed towards the aggressive Song army with his only few thousand men without hesitation. Zhao Xu admired him very much. "If you give birth to a son in the future, you should also want Oriandin to do this. In war, you will not only have wisdom, but also have the momentum of moving forward." Zhao Xu said to the lieutenant generals at the lieutenant level who were following him.

"Your Majesty, why don't you order to shoot Oriandin, such a terrible enemy, we cannot leave him."

After hearing the general's words, Zhao Xu continued to say to them: "Although he is our enemy, using bows and arrows to shoot such a hero is really disrespectful to him. Oliandin is different from Wumulic. He is a real hero. If you want to kill him, give him a hero-like death."

.............division line............

The war was over. Zhao Xu, who was standing on the top of the slope, looked at the dead bodies all over the ground, without any joy of victory, but only glory. Fortunately, the person who survived countless wars was himself, not his enemy. Perhaps this is the legendary protagonist halo, but the sadness brought by death cannot be blocked by this protagonist halo.

Standing next to Orianding's body, Zhao Xu held a pot of imperial wine transported from Bianliang in his hand, and gently sprinkled it next to him, which was also a memorial to this heroic enemy. However, Orianding did have a side that made Zhao Xu admire. He kept fighting with the soldiers and generals of the Song army, and was hit by six swords, but he was still fighting with the enemy. In the end, he was smashed into his chest with a mace and died, ending his short life.

"Olianding, this is the imperial wine in the palace that I specially brought from Bianliang. In the whole war, you are for an enemy who has drunk it, so you can go with confidence. As long as the people you leave are obeying my management, I will not kill them easily." After pouring the imperial wine in the pot, Zhao Xu said to Olianding, who had a look of unwillingness to die.

"Father, all the combat reductions have been counted. In this battle, our army suffered a total of 27,000 deaths, of which 13,000 were ghost cavalry soldiers. A total of 5,500 were seriously injured and injured. The minor injuries were not included in the statistics." Zhao Qi walked behind Zhao Xu and said.

When they fight with their backs, they still fight with trapped beasts. When they encounter enemies who put life and death aside... "Take their ashes and famous brands back to the Imperial Hero Memorial Hall."

"Yes, father, the body of Oriandin..."

"Buried him and his soldiers here." After saying that, Zhao Xu walked down the small hill that could overlook the whole venue.
Chapter completed!