Song Yichang knew it was true. The Mongols attacked and plundered the Central Plains for more than 20 years, and the Jin people were scared. Many Jin cities were burned with copper and iron and poured juice on the city gates to completely seal the city gates. As for how the people in the city came out after the rescue, they could only climb down from the city walls.

Song Yichang was hung onto the top of the city by a huge basket and was escorted to the Marshal's Mansion by several city guards. He saw the houses smashed by cannon stones, the bodies shot through by Mongolian feather arrows fell across the city walls and on the streets. There were wounded soldiers crying and moaning everywhere, and people with pale faces and skinny faces everywhere. The city has reached its last moment. The Mongolians will not only make a full-strength attack, but they can completely push the city down with just a slight push.

Those soldiers didn't mind that Song Yichang looked around everywhere. Anyway, everyone in the Mongolian army knew about the predicament of Huizhou City, but no one dared to be sure that they could break Huizhou in the next strong attack, just because there was the last brave general of the Jin Dynasty - Guo Xiama, the Marshal of the Marshal of the Huilan Hetao.

The Marshal's Mansion in Huizhou City was rebuilt from the Huizhou General Administration Office. The land in the northwest was barren and the people were poor. The scale of the Marshal's Mansion was much smaller than that of Zheng Yunming's Deputy Chief of the Jing-E Deputy Chief of the General Administration Office, and even the Huguang General Administration Office, which was in charge of Jinghu Army, horses, money and grain.

But the generals in the two-way battle lineups were all murderous and powerful, and they were obviously all old generals who had experienced many battles.

Guo Xiama, the Taodu Marshal of Huilan River, sat on the chair in the middle of the capital, looking coldly at Song Yichang under the hall.

Song Yichang looked up and saw that the people of Xiliang had broad noses, thick lips, thick eyebrows, slightly curly beards, and a little heroic spirit in their eyebrows. This is the appearance of a man who was one of the most powerful soldiers in the Central Plains. Since the Han and Tang Dynasties, the Qin army and Taoma have been the pillar of the country. However, after the invasion of barbarians, the entire Yongliang Longxi was completely defeated by the enemy, and there was no such face to serve the Song Dynasty.

Guo Xiama asked coldly: "You said you have news about Bi Xuanchai. I only know that he was unfortunately captured by the rebels a long time ago and died in the chaos. What news can you have for a person who has been dead for so many years?"

Song Yichang said loudly: "The Marshal only knows one thing, but not the other. Bi Zilun did not die at that time. Instead, he was sent to the Yangtze River Commander's Office by Shi Qing, who surrendered to the Southern Dynasties, and was imprisoned in the prison for these years. He did not surrender until he heard that the jin master was celebrating the heavens. He surrendered to the Southern Dynasties."

"Hmph, has he surrendered?" Guo Xiama sneered: "The wind knows the strong grass, and the slander knows the sincere ministers. Forget it, it's enough to be able to keep the rituals for the great gold medal. But the city you are willing to take the risk is not just to inform me of this news, right?"

Song Yichang said: "The steel is easy to break, but the moon is full, and this is a principle that will last forever. The Wanyan family originated from the white mountains and black waters in the northeast. They are just savages in the border areas who play with bows and arrows and grazed pigs and sheep. It is all because the Yelu family and Zhao Song have exhausted their energy, which gives them the opportunity to enter the Central Plains and occupy China. Now the Wanyan family has been in charge of the artifact for a hundred years, and their fortunes are weak, and they can't bear the weight of the Nine Cauldrons. Genghis Khan has risen from the north of the desert and has wiped out thousands of miles of land in more than 20 years. It is not that he is truly brave, but that he is the destined co-lord of the world. Now you are disobeying the way of heaven, not talking about fate, and are forced to go against the heavens. In fact, what are the benefits of being apart from the use of so many soldiers and people in the city who are buried with you?"

Guo Xiama smiled at the sky and said sternly: "I only tell you what kind of fresh words you can say. It turns out that it is this lucky braid. Let me tell you, not to mention that the Mongolians claimed to be dogs and sheep, even if the real dragon came to the world, it cannot shake the determination of my Huizhou soldiers to be loyal to His Majesty!"

He slapped his big hand on the table, just about to order Song Yichang to behead him. Suddenly, Song Yichang smiled and threw the folding fan in his hand towards Guo Xiama. He scolded loudly: "It's stubborn, it's stubborn! A arrogant person like you who are powerful and rebellious are only worthy of being broken under the horse's hooves by my Mongolian army!"

Guo Xiama was furious and stood up to teach the perverted Mongolian envoy a lesson. Suddenly, a voice behind her said, "Master, stay."

Guo Xiama knew who was talking without turning around. This was the confidant of the Secretariat of Gongchangxing, who was killed by Wang Shixian, and was also the chief leader of the local intelligence affairs of the Jin Dynasty in Guanlong. Although no one had heard of his name, the Marshal's Mansion called him in awe as the title of "Secretary Lang". If he had not used the exquisite means under the table to help defend the city, Huizhou City would not have stood in the western front three years after the demise of the Jin Dynasty.

The secretary-in-law stepped forward and picked up the folding fan that Song Yichang had dropped, and said to Guo Xiama: "There are more important things to consider now. We cannot be a fight with such villains. Let's detain him for the time being. We will come to take care of him after we finish the business."

Guo Xiama never objected to the secretary's opinion, even on some major matters related to life and death, he waved his hand to the guards in the hall, and several guards stepped forward to arrest Song Yichang and locked up in the small dark cell of the Huizhou Prefecture Office.

Song Yichang Banbin looked anxious and depressed. When he saw the other party picking up the folding fan, he realized that he had met a wise man with a risk.

In the middle of the night, the door of the prison cell suddenly opened. The two people who walked in were either other people, the last military marshal of the Jin Dynasty and the secretary-general of the intelligence leader.

The secretary-in-law walked to Song Yichang, held the folding fan in his hand and asked, "Where did you get this fan?"

Song Yichang looked up and smiled, "Come from where you should come."

The secretary-in-law smiled and asked again: "Why do you think we will believe you with this fan alone?"

Song Yichang said: "Whether you believe it or not, you only have this opportunity. Since your left and right are dead, why not take a risk?"

The secretary did not answer, but just spread the folding fan. Originally, Song Yichang's folding fan should have been blank and without words, but at this time, it was placed in the secretary's hand, but there were brown handwriting.

"Squeeze Li Meng, then dip her brush in the juice and write on the white paper. After the juice is completely air-dried, it looks like a piece of white paper without words. But as long as you bake it on the candlelight, the handwriting can be immediately revealed." The secretary-in-law said to Guo Xiama: "We and the Song people know this trick, and we can't hide it."

He stroked the golden pendant on the handle of the fan and said, "You should be familiar with this thing. It is only available in the inner court. It was originally used to reward some high-level officials of the military governor or above. He came over with this thing, obviously thinking that he was entrusted by Bi Zilun and told him about some confidential matters."

Guo Xiama turned out to be a fan and saw that there were only a few small words "Huizhou is dead, why not leave quickly?"

He lowered his voice and asked, "What does this mean, sir?"

Song Yichang said: "Mr. Bi asked me to give the marshal a sentence. Now that the country has fallen and the mountains and rivers have changed color, it is better to just hold yourself to the Southern Dynasty and wait for the opportunity. The public is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and should have heard of the story of Jiang Boyue during the Three Kingdoms."

Guo Xiama smiled: "He is kind-hearted. The sweet and cold land is thousands of miles away from the Southern Dynasty, and there are high mountains and ridges in the middle. How could I lead thousands of soldiers and horses across so many mountains and rivers to the Southern Dynasty?"

He said it was indeed true. It would take hundreds of miles of mountain road to reach Wenzhou, the westernmost border of the Song Dynasty, from Huizhou, and directly faced Gongchang, the base camp of Wang Shixian in Longnan. It would be almost impossible to break out a bloody road among the army and reach the Southern Dynasty.

"Thousands of people are not allowed to go together," said Song Yichang: "At most I can do, I will let the marshal go alone, and at most let the marshal go alone."

Guo Xiama looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Let me throw away the generals in the city and escape alone? Maybe the Southern Dynasty can do it, but I, the soldiers of the Great Jin Dynasty, would never be like this!"

Song Yichang shouted: "Since the disaster of the Red Turban in Shandong, hundreds of thousands of people surrendered to the Southern Dynasty. Why do you still say that you are loyal to the lonely city? In order to revitalize the country, can you still care about your reputation?"

Secretary Lang said: "Even if the marshal can successfully arrive in the Southern Dynasty and there are no soldiers around him, why do you want to reorganize the country?"

"The old subordinates of the Jin Kingdom who surrendered to the Southern Dynasties now have more than 100,000 people. There are many Jin ** teams in the north who depend on the Mongols. How can these people not be resentful? As long as they are good at managing, they can use their power. In just one year, Bi Zilun has thousands of people in his hands to use it. Is Marshal Guo not as good as him?" Song Yichang said: "After the destruction of the ancestral temple, it is a difficult and dangerous thing to do. Yelu Dashi was the leader of two hundred elite cavalry to travel to the Western Regions. He suffered a lot of hardships in the middle. Finally, he was able to restore the country successfully and open a world in the west. If Marshal Guo was difficult to restore the country and died with all his heart, Song would just come to Huizhou in vain."

Guo Xiama just shook his head with difficulty: "I am not loyal to the Jin Kingdom, but also responsible for the local responsibilities. Huizhou is my hometown. How can I abandon thousands of my hometown and wander in the Southern Dynasty? If that's the case, it would be better to fight the Mongolians here and then die in a good mood. Needless to say, if I want Guo Xiama to leave Huizhou, I will carry my body out."

Song Yichang was anxious. He took such a great risk to come into the city to save him, but unexpectedly he was a foolish man who was determined to live and die with the city. He was not worried that Bai Yijie's military horse would be wasted.

He was about to continue to lobby hard to stop this matter from ending in failure. But he heard Guo Xiama say, "I don't have to leave, I just hope that the gentleman can save two people for me."
Chapter completed!