Holding his head, Shi Wenbin instinctively rose to his feet upon hearing this, but hesitated slightly before reaching Jin Wushu. The latter instinctively turned back to look, also completely panicked, because the Han character banner had already entered the eastern camp from afar. Seeing this, the Jin army's north and south camps, plus an empty main camp, were completely in disarray!

And this time, Jin Wushu finally saw the existence of those few hundred cavalrymen in Han Shizhong's army, and his heart pounded wildly... Now, how could this Fourth Prince of Jin not understand that the crisis was truly pressing upon him? If he didn't escape now, he might really lose his life here!

Only he, a direct descendant of the Jin Dynasty's founding emperor, Aguda, one of his only three surviving adult sons, had always had great ambitions, but how could he lose his life here in vain?!

In a flash, Jin Wushu completely awakened from his previous panic and intoxication. He had no intention of temporarily avoiding the situation, nor did he bother to settle accounts with Zhao Jiu of Zhuozhou... On the contrary, he had made up his mind to preserve his useful body today. After returning to Hebei, he would first seize a portion of military power in the Grand Marshal's office based on his status, and then lead a large army back to discuss heroism with the Song Emperor and the likes of Han Shizhong.

But just as Jin Wushu's mind cleared and he resolved to flee for his life, he suddenly felt a cold sensation on his buttocks, as if he had been splashed with wine. He reached back and touched it, only to see his hand covered in blood-red color. He then felt a slight pain in his buttocks and turned back in astonishment.

"If not for my wife and children, why would I be a dead dog slave to you Jurchen barbarians?"

With whip marks, tear stains, and disheveled hair mixed on his face, and in a state of utter disarray, Shi Wenbin held the dagger with both hands, leaning against the table, trembling almost all over, but struggling to confront him.

Jin Wushu stared blankly, not responding for a moment, instead looking down at his completely wet crotch in a daze... Obviously, even though this Fourth Prince of Jin had already recognized the reality and knew that his army had been defeated in this battle, he still couldn't believe that Shi Wenbin dared to stab him in the butt?

"The Jin army is defeated! The Jin army is defeated!" When Shi Wenbin saw the other party turn around, he let out the words that had been suppressed in his heart, and his courage dissipated with it. He looked like a madman, running down the platform while shouting some nonsense... as if the Jin army in this camp didn't know that they had already been defeated today.

However, such a madman could not be allowed to cause trouble for no reason.

Just as Shi Wenbin ran to the still-burning brazier in front of the central army tent, trying to drag the surrounding flags and tents to set them on fire, a Jin Wushu's personal guard who had returned leading a horse, and was unaware of what was happening, could no longer endure it. He directly drew an iron mace from his horse and stepped forward, smashing the mad adjutant's skull with just one blow!

On the other side, Jin Wushu completely ignored the mad Shi Wenbin, because Han Shizhong's banner had already arrived outside the central army camp. How could he care about a madman? He tore off the front of his armor skirt and hurriedly put on his body armor with the help of his guards, and then jumped on his horse... But as soon as he landed in the saddle, the wound that had not felt much pain before felt like ten thousand needles piercing him. He could only step on the stirrups, trying to lean forward and hug the horse's neck to ride!

But with such a movement, the Fourth Prince felt that the wound in his crotch suddenly burst open from behind, and something like a blood collapse gushed out. He could only clench his legs with hatred and continue to urge his horse to move... according to the original plan, trying to meet up with his troops on the west side and leave the battlefield first!

Not to mention that Wanyan Wushu decisively decided to preserve his useful body and mind, leading the Jin army's banner out of the west gate. At the same time, at the westernmost end of the battlefield, Zhao Jiu, the Song Emperor, who was sitting motionless on the top of the Xi Cai city wall, but whose heart was always uneasy, finally noticed some anomalies:

First, he noticed that those 'thunder sounds' were getting closer and closer;

Second, he noticed that the smoke and dust on the southern side of the battlefield, representing Wang Yecha and Fu Qing, began to move towards the Jin army's camp;

Finally, he noticed that the civilians on the masts of the sailboats in the river and the Song soldiers on the river embankment who were blocked by the battlefield did not seem to be in fear, but rather seemed to be celebrating something...

Thinking of this, a bold idea emerged in Zhao Jiu's mind, but Lin Jingmo, the Little Lin Academician, had maintained a silent posture before, so he was not comfortable opening his mouth again and disrupting the atmosphere. Instead, he could only continue to be careful and continue to watch the battle.

In the next moment, Zhao Emperor felt as if a hundred claws were scratching at his heart, sitting still and not mentioning it. However, he suddenly saw with his own eyes the Jin army's banner rushing out of the camp, and then raising a small cloud of smoke, pulling two large clouds of smoke, and attacking Liu Bao from behind. He was instantly terrified, and his previous guesses vanished!

Replaced by anxiety about the battle situation below the city!

However, since things had come to this point, Zhao Emperor knew that there was no retreat, and he still forced himself to endure it, continuing to 'sit still' and watch!

Before Zhao Jiu could think about matters of life and death, the battle situation had changed rapidly... Under his own eyes, the Jin army's banner rushed towards the weak point of Liu Bao's troops, opened up a road, and then turned directly. Then, amidst the slightly surprised and then enlightened guesses of the civil and military officials on the city walls and the soldiers below the city, it led the remaining Jin army to the north.

It seemed that this Fourth Prince had come out in person just to meet these two Meng'an back to camp!

However, after a moment, to Zhao Emperor's astonishment, the banner leading most of the remaining Jin army did not stop for a moment, but directly crossed the gate of the Jin army's camp, and then went north... Finally, it went straight north, never to return!

Poor Zhao Emperor was completely confused. He never understood what Jin Wushu had come out to do during this process?

But that was all. In the next moment, as Little Lin Academician stammered, his face flushed red, pointing with his hand to the east, Zhao Emperor turned his head to look, only to see that under the clear blue sky, the Jin army's camp suddenly caught fire, and the chaotic shouts of killing from all directions had already vaguely turned into definite cheers!

Zhao Emperor was instantly overjoyed in his heart!

"Your subject congratulates Your Majesty!"

At this moment, Zhang Jun, the Censor-in-Chief whose seat was on the left side of Zhao Emperor, disregarded the ban and stood up directly. With tears in his eyes, he grasped Zhao Emperor's left hand and bowed down to the ground. "After two months of hard work, we have finally achieved this great victory today! The Jin army has retreated, and it is undoubtedly a great victory for our army!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding officials and soldiers on the city walls no longer hesitated, but became noisy for a moment. They stood up and peered out to observe the situation, whispering and exchanging information... And finally, these people ultimately locked their eyes on Zhao Emperor, who was still sitting still and exceptionally calm. The noise on the city walls gradually disappeared.

Outside the city was a scene of jubilation, while on the city walls was a scene of silence.

At this time, Zhao Jiu hesitated for a moment, withdrew his hand from Zhang Jun's hand, and then slowly stood up, thinking about how to take this opportunity to establish his image and gain some popular support... And almost in an instant, he thought of Xie An in the Battle of Fei River, and then quickly thought of the actions and lines.

However, when our Zhao Emperor completely stood up under the dragon flag and took only one step forward, he was immediately greeted by countless cheering soldiers under the city! In a daze, Zhao Jiu couldn't help but hold on to the crenellations of the city wall and looked at the Jin army's smoke and dust that was constantly moving north, and then looked at the already chaotic Jin army's camp, and listened to the cheers that seemed to be mixed with "Long live the Emperor!" He forgot all his lines!

After a moment, Zhao Emperor finally turned around, first took a deep breath towards the civil and military officials, and then, to everyone's astonishment, he slammed his stiff-winged hat onto the chair, and finally, with a grim face, he tried his best to utter a word:

"This battle is won!"

"Your Majesty, we have won!" Little Lin Academician seemed to be the first to react, and immediately bowed down with tears in his eyes, leading the many officials behind him to bow down and congratulate him.

ps: Good night