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Zhao Huan smiled as he looked at Zhou Yu, who was gradually gasping for air. If one were to say that they still had to worry about Wushu on the way, the victory at the Sunset Ridge allowed Zhao Huan to feel at ease and have the courage to do whatever he wanted to Zhou Yu.

From Zhou Yu's usual vague attitude, Zhao Huan could not think of any reason for Zhou Yu to reject him. Zhao Huan believed that once he possessed Zhou Yu, this beautiful woman would be able to bring enough happiness and satisfaction to him, and would not be able to wait any longer.

Zhou Yu maintained a trace of clarity in his mind from beginning to end, but at the same time, his body seemed to have started to slowly become numb, as if he was gradually leaving the range of his consciousness. The heat in his body brought about a violent impact on Zhou Yu, causing him to become confused.

At this time, Zhou Yu's face was similarly complicated. It was a good thing, a good thing, a remnant of excitement, and even a hint of ridicule and ridicule that could not be detected!

Zhou Yu lied on the bed and silently put on his clothes. Although he was in a chaotic world and had no control over his own body, Zhou Yu could proudly maintain his perfect body, because his heart only belonged to Xie E.

Zhao Huan looked at Zhou Yu in nostalgia, kept silent for a while, and actually spoke to Zhou Yu in an exceptionally solemn voice, "No matter what, the things I have said are all serious. As long as you are willing, you are my quasi queen. "

Zhou Yu stared at the handsome crown prince in a daze, unable to say a single word.

I'm sorry. I was too reckless today. It was all because of how infatuated I am with you.

Zhao Huan turned and left.

Zhou Yu looked at the straight back, and was speechless.

Zhao Huan continued to treat Zhou Yu with all the care he had in the past, as if nothing had ever happened. Even if he wanted the stars in the sky, Zhao Huan would not hesitate to send someone to pick them.

Wushu's withdrawal had garnered great attention from Zhang Shuye and Chone Shidao. They had also dispatched countless spies along the way, paying close attention to Wushu's movements.

It was not only Wushu, but even the two of them who were besieging Tai Yuan began to retreat in a hurry.

The troops and horses of the three routes retreated into the Jin State of Nanjing (Beiping) in an orderly manner.

Bei Ping was only about three hundred kilometers away from the He Jian. When Wushu retreated back to Bei Ping, he gathered the other two armies, which brought the total army to over one hundred and fifty thousand. This was what Zhang Si and his son were most afraid of.

From a strategic point of view, Wushu was not planning to retreat at all, but was planning the biggest battle in Song Jin's history!

Wushu was actively preparing for battle, but the Song Dynasty side had fallen into an intense crisis of internal strife.

The Imperial Army brought by Zhao Huan had replaced the original camp of the He Jian Army, and the He Jian Army had been sent to the Duskfall Ridge and Qingshan's mouth.

The key point was that after Imperial Army were established, not only did they neglect to defend, they also disturbed the citizens.

Due to the fact that the few Imperial Army Commanders were all either Zhang Bangchang's or Zhao Huan's trusted disciples, Chone Shidao had restricted them more than once, and it was with great joy.

The authority of the He Jian Palace fell into the hands of the trusted aides that Zhao Huan had brought. With the premise of guaranteeing the supply of the Imperial Army, it was a perfunctory affair for the He Jian troops that were stationed outside, and if not for Chone Shidao's constant mediation, the situation would have long changed.

Zhang Shuye resolutely rushed to the Sunset Mountains and shared the hardships with his subordinates. The weather was getting cold, and the majority of the soldiers on the mountain were hunting for a living, which was extremely difficult.

Half a month later, the Golden Soldiers once again made their move.

Wushu personally led the troops and moved out, mounting a total of one hundred and fifty thousand cavalry, faking five hundred thousand cavalry, killing their way towards the He Jian in a grandiose manner.

Half a month later, the Golden Soldiers once again made their move.

This number was not light, and she immediately asked Chone Shidao: "Old General Zhu, what should we do?"

Chone Shidao lamented: "This old official is untalented and is willing to share the worries of His Highness the crown prince. Wushu was far too tired, so it was better for us to just wait idly. The He Jian Fortress is a city with deep water level, and it also has many advantages. As long as we strictly defend and do not make any mistakes, we can definitely guarantee the safety of the He Jian. "

Zhao Huan really did not have any talent in military matters. After hearing Chone Shidao's words, he actually put his heart at ease, and passed over the command to Chone Shidao, while he himself was only concerned with behaving well with his beloved subjects.

Chone Shidao sighed inwardly.

Three days later, Wushu recaptured Qingshan's mouth, and over a hundred thousand soldiers went to face the tens of thousands of He Jian soldiers on the Duskfall Ridge.

Ha Michi sacrificed ten consecutive strikes and dispatched ten generals, each leading five thousand elite soldiers. With one hour as the time limit, they separately took turns attacking the camp of the Sunset Ridge.

Uncle Zhang Shuye had few soldiers, and he could not fight against the Golden Soldiers. He had to endure for five days, and only killed until his corpse was like a mountain, and lost in the end.

The He Jian Army had almost been completely used up, the army general had over fifty wounds on Zhang He's body, desperately protecting Zhang Shuye as he made his way out of the encirclement. From the He Jian, there were only a few thousand people, it was extremely miserable!

Zhao Huan was advised to send reinforcements, but was rejected one by one. The reason was simple: the important towns on the river were the barriers of Hebei, and they could not be used carelessly.

Chone Shidao personally went to welcome Zhang Shuye, only to see him with a withered face, completely bloodless, his subordinates' bodies covered in blood, almost unable to look human, only Zhang He with his bandages wrapped all over, still shouting to urge the convoy.

Chone Shidao was full of tears, "I am incompetent, and ashamed to see you all!"

With that, he knelt down towards Zhang Shuye.

Zhang Shuye hurriedly helped Chone Shidao up, "The old general has lost his life."

The two of them held hands as they narrated the matter of the Sunset Mountains. Each of them shed tears.

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