"That son of a b * tch Chen Xiaoqing has abandoned us!" All of them had survived the bloody and fiery battlefield. None of them were fools. Soon, some of them reacted.
Despite the pitiful lack of intelligence, everyone had the same thought. After all, ever since Pan Mei chose not to save Yang Ye in the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, there had been countless examples of allies being abandoned as cannon fodder.
The group of people cursed Chen Xiaoqing's ancestors, but Guo Jing frowned. With his self-restraint, he would not scold Chen Xiaoqing like the ordinary soldiers. Instead, he was thinking about the hidden meaning behind this. Did Chen Xiaoqing retreat on his own out of fear of death, or did someone instruct him to do so?
Unfortunately, he was not good at analyzing these political matters. After thinking for a long time, he still could not come up with any conclusion. He could not help but sigh secretly, "If only Rong 'er was here." His wife would probably be able to figure out the context behind such a matter with a turn of her eyes.
"Commander Guo, the Jin pursuers are here!" A deputy general suddenly exclaimed and pointed to the north. His voice was full of despair. Previously, they had held on mainly because of the Song army on the Lingbi. But now, the Lingbi had long been lost, and the army had abandoned them. Now that the pursuers had caught up, there was no way they could survive.
Looking at the billowing smoke and dust in the north, Guo Jing pulled the reins and shouted, "Follow me!" After saying that, he spurred his horse and advanced southeast. These days, he had become the backbone of the group. Therefore, even though the morale of the group was extremely low, they still subconsciously followed behind him.
After running southeast for dozens of miles, Guo Jing and the others had to stop because the road ahead was blocked by a large swamp reeds. They were about to turn back, but unfortunately, the pursuers of the Jin had already caught up.
"Do the heavens really want me to die?" Guo Jing sighed.
Now that they had nowhere to go and were being chased from behind, even Guo Jing felt a little hopeless, not to mention the soldiers under his command. Some were disheartened, some were cursing at Chen Xiaoqing, and it could be said that they were experiencing all kinds of emotions.
Witnessing everything in front of him, Guo Jing wanted to boost everyone's morale. But now that they were in a hopeless situation, he knew that any words would be useless.
As for Song Qingshu, he followed the Jin army for several miles before Song Qingshu ordered the army to halt. Puzzled, Taj-tish asked, "Why don't we just charge forward and capture them all in one fell swoop?"
Although Song Qingshu was unwilling to lay his hands on Guo Jing, Taj-kis had no such qualms. Moreover, she came from Persia, and in her heart there was no distinction between Jin and Song. Moreover, her husband, Han Qianye, was indirectly killed during the Southern Song Dynasty's Northern Expedition. Therefore, she did not have the slightest favorable impression of the Song people.
Moreover, she vaguely guessed that Song Qingshu did not want to bear the infamy of killing Guo Jing. Therefore, she should be able to help him solve the problem that he was having a headache over …
Hearing this, Song Qingshu frowned. Before he could say anything, Fu San Zhongyi had already answered, "Now that they are at their wits' end, as the saying goes, a cornered beast will put up a desperate fight. If we were to charge forward now, they would erupt with a frightening battle prowess in their desperation and drag us down with them. It is truly not worth it. Anyway, we have plenty of time. We can leave them hanging for two days. When the time comes, I'm afraid we won't even need to lift a finger and they will lose their battle prowess."
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. This Fu San Zhongyi was indeed worthy of being a famous Jin general. His judgment of the situation was simply perfect.
Following that, Fu San Zhongyi began to dispatch soldiers to set up defenses everywhere, completely blocking all possible escape routes of the enemy. Watching this, Song Qingshu could not help but sigh. It seems that Guo Jing would not be able to escape even if he grew wings.
After arranging everything, Fu San Zhongyi carefully examined the terrain where Song Qingshu's army was. Suddenly, he exclaimed in surprise, "Perhaps we don't have to wait for two days."
Taj-kis asked on behalf of Song Qingshu, "What's the matter?"
Fu San Zhongyi pointed to the swamp of reeds where the enemy was and laughed, "The reeds here are the best place to attack with fire. Originally, I was worried that Guo Jing would rely on his superior martial arts to break out of the encirclement and escape. But now, water and fire are merciless. No matter how good his martial arts are, only death awaits him!"
Hearing this, Song Qingshu was alarmed. If they were to really attack with fire, Guo Jing and his party would really be finished. Unfortunately, he could not find any reason to stop Fu San Zhongyi from using this method.
Fu San Zhongyi was swift and decisive. Very quickly, he arranged for the soldiers to prepare kerosene and the like. Then, he ordered the soldiers to shoot fire arrows into the reeds. Even though Suzhou had been raining heavily for several days, this place was sufficiently far away from Suzhou. The weather was extremely dry. Very soon, the reeds were set ablaze. Following that, the wind turned into a prairie fire.
Obviously, the Song Army had discovered the abnormality. Unfortunately, they discovered it too late. Now that the fire had started, it was impossible for them to charge through the sea of fire and fight to the death.
Seeing that the Song Army was in a mess, Fu San Zhongyi smiled with satisfaction, "Finally, we have helped the Jin Kingdom get rid of Guo Jing!"
The group of Jin Kingdom generals agreed, but Song Qingshu was not happy. Looking at the sky full of fire, he was really worried for Guo Jing. No matter how good a person's martial arts was, there was no way he could fight against nature. How could he escape from such a big fire?
Thinking quickly, Song Qingshu tried to think of a way to save Guo Jing. Originally, he was thinking of waiting for Fu San Zhongyi to capture Guo Jing before secretly rescuing him. But now that the sky was full of fire, there was no way he could capture Guo Jing alive. Unless he exposed his identity and rushed over to save Guo Jing, he would definitely die. But the price of rushing over was too high. If he was not careful, everything that the Jin Kingdom had achieved would go to waste. Moreover, with Guo Jing's character, he would most likely not abandon his soldiers and escape alone. Furthermore, Song Qingshu was not an immortal. How could he save so many people?
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. He had already thought of a way. Unfortunately, the two sides were too far apart. There was no way he could secretly inform Guo Jing. Should he use his internal force and shout to him?
While he was struggling, Guo Jing finally calmed down his confused subordinates. Then he ordered, "Set the fire!"
"Ah?" The group of soldiers was stunned. The fire was so big that it was about to burn them. But Guo Jing still asked them to set the fire right under their noses. Wasn't he tired of living?
If it were not for Guo Jing's prestige in the past few days, some people might have already cursed him. But many people still raised doubts.
"Of course it's not as simple as setting the fire … I don't have time to explain. Do as I say, quickly!" Guo Jing hurriedly ordered.
Although his subordinates were confused, they still followed his orders. They quickly cut down the reeds in front of them, forming a bare area about two meters wide. Then, they started a fire in the reeds on the other side of the bare area.
The reeds quickly burned and soon formed a fierce fire dragon. For a moment, it was on par with the fire from the Jin Kingdom's side.
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