cannot!

Not to mention the bell made of pure gold!

Because of these bells, the already crooked ancient trees, they are even tilted a little more...

This is just someone's evil spirits burst.

I thought of the famous scenes in a novel in my previous life.

The war drums are ringing.

The ancient bell rings forever.

His Highness the First Crown Prince stood among the thousands of troops, holding drumsticks in his hand and sang loudly!

In panic in Beiliang, Yongzhen......

Ahem.

Some are off topic.

Compared to the tragic performance of some people in the story.

Lanli hopes that the big tree is full of pocket and tiny wind chimes.

The voice is not as majestic and solemn as the green bell.

The sparse and pleasant ringtones are enough to bring joy.

Isn't it?

Holding Zixuan, leaning against the trunk.

Looking at the scattered wind chimes hanging on the branches above her head, Lan Li smiled at the corner of her mouth.

"Zixuan, every bell on this tree represents a person's name.

Your husband can win if he doesn't ask for anything.

What exhausts the last drop of blood from the enemy.

What kind of battle will determine the world and protect future generations from being unable to suffer from border troubles for a hundred years...

I told you that these are all clouds.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

Your husband, I...

I just hope that those who are represented by wind chimes.

Be able to come back safely.

Pick the bell from this tree with your own hands..."

......

......

February 1st.

Due to a fire in the rear, chaos in the Jin Kingdom was caused.

Under the urging of seventeen imperial edicts from Shengjing, Wanyan Zongzhao was reluctant and prepared to take the army to evacuate.

This veteran, who is only 70 years old, knows that this time was the last chance in his life to destroy the Southern Song Dynasty with his own hands.

......

On February 2nd, the dragon raises its head!

Just when Wanyan Zongzhu ordered the Jurchen tribes to gather and withdraw their troops back to the court.

The main force of the Beiwei Army, who had been defending around Bianliang Road for two months, suddenly broke out of the city and launched a fierce attack on the evacuation of the Jurchens!

Entanglement.

Cover and kill.

procrastination.

Consumption.

Frontal anus!!!

Standing at the city of Daming Mansion, Yue Pengju sneered at Wanyan Zongzhu, who was holding a thousand-mile mirror in the distance.

Then he shouted loudly:

"This Central Plains, the country of Tianfu, isn't it your Wanyan Zongbao? You can just leave at will?"

......

The third day of the second month, the early February... February 11th!

The Jurchen army scattered into a large area of ​​land north of the Yellow River, and only less than 50,000 were withdrawn on February 11!!!

Can't withdraw!

Not dead!

But they were all entangled in various prefectures and counties by a large number of Northern Expedition Army!

Come whenever you want, leave whenever you want?

The sun and the moon were ignited in their hearts, and the Beiwei Army holding a steel knife refused!!!

......

February 14th.

Wanyan Zongzhu, who found that the troops were entangled and most of the rangers could not retreat.

He tried to disobey the imperial edict from Shengjing.

He viciously pushed all the troops at hand into the south of the Yellow River, which was now in chaos!

The war broke out instantly!!!

......

February 17th.

Yue Fei was attacked and seriously injured.

......

......

February 19th.

Rumors arose in the chaos.

Some say that the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty was dead, and some say that the Mongols had entered Shengjing at this time, and the Jurchens had destroyed the country...

......

February 22.

This is a good day.

On a cliff, Dongfang Bai, covered in blood, stood up from the corpse.

What was revealed on his face was a expression of crying or laughing.

In her hand, she was holding a gray-bearded but extremely ferocious head.

Standing on the hillside.

There were corpses around.

A little far away, many Jin Dynasty guards holding swords and shields were rushing towards this place.

A further place.

Then you can see hundreds or thousands of martial arts people launching suicide charges at the hill where she is located.

Look at these.

Oriental White.

Smiled.

When he turned around, he danced wildly with bloody silk thread in his hand, holding the hideous head, and hitting the flagpole fiercely!

"Wanyan Zongzhu is dead! The murderer!

East!

square!
Chapter completed!