Seeing that this man was handsome, majestic and powerful, Lu Yanlun shouted, "Who is the man under the city?" He wanted to shout loudly, but the other party's aura pushed the tone down three points.

The man said only six words calmly: "I, Yue Fei, open the city gate!" Lu Yanlun was shocked by these brief words. Originally, the speed of the Han army was enough to scare him, but he didn't expect that Yue Fei came in person.

Lu Yanlun didn't even dare to respond, so he turned around and walked down the city tower in a dilemma. The confidant beside him asked, "Sir, let alone Bianliang, there is no military force to adjust the entire south of the Yellow River. It is urgent that we should quickly request reinforcements from the court in the north."

Lu Yanlun shook his hand impatiently and said, "You need to remind me of this. When I received the news of King Liang's defeat in Wo Shui yesterday, I sent a quick horse to send 800 miles to the court to report it. What is important is that Yue Fei is already at the city, so what should we do now? With the three thousand gold cavalry in the city, more than 10,000 signings will definitely not be able to resist Yue Fei's tiger and wolf army!"

The confidant suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Sir, can the Jin Kingdom still defend the ground in Henan? Or we also..."

Lu Yanlun showed a frightened expression on his face, and used gestures to stop the words of his confidants, and also scolded in a low voice: "You can't say this nonsense, if you are leaked, you will lose your head." Then he glared and said: "This matter is not allowed to be mentioned again in the future, otherwise the Jurchens don't want your head, and I will take your head..."

At this time, he heard a burst of screams outside the city. It was the long arrows tied to the letter of surrender released by the Han army's long archer. Some of these long arrows shot on the wooden floors of the city tower, some fell on the walls, and some flew over the city walls and fell on the streets inside the city.

Lu Yanlun immediately stopped his pace and ordered his personal soldiers to take a look. When he carefully read the Han army's letter of persuasion to surrender, he felt a lot of thought. This letter of persuasion to surrender was not written only to him, but to entrust the open letter calling on the Han people to revolt in the city of Bianliang. Anyway, the officers and soldiers, the Jurchens surrendered. He also gave an ultimatum, if within twelve hours, the chief officials and the guards of Bianliang would not open the door to surrender, and would kill the three clans.

"Sir, look, this..." Lu Yanlun's confidant said something, but he glared at his eyes and swallowed his words back. Lu Yanlun walked down the city tower and suddenly found that the servants of his mansion came to report in panic: "Sir, it's not good. There are 500 Jurchen soldiers in the Jurchen camp in the North City who insisted on entering the mansion to replace the personal guards of the mansion stationed in the mansion! Now the two sides are in a stalemate."

Lu Yanlun was shocked and said, "There are such rude things." After that, he rushed to the mansion. When he arrived at the mansion, he saw the soldiers on both sides confronting each other tensely.

"Stop, who gave you the courage to trek into my official's residence?" Lu Yanlun shouted loudly to a Jurchen commander in the lead.

"Oh, it turns out it's Lord Lu. I was the general who was responsible for the safety of his family. For the sake of the safety of his family, he came to the Lord's Mansion to fulfill his responsibilities as a guard." The commander of thousands of men replied indifferently.

Lu Yanlun cursed in his heart, [What do you want to shit on your back? Can't I see that? Isn't it just that I am afraid that I will rebel and surrender to the Han Dynasty and want to seize my family as a hostage?] But he said loudly: "Summit? Which one is up to the peak? In this Nanjing, no one can be higher than the position left by me, Nanjing. Where did he get the right to transfer troops into my official residence without authorization?"

The Jurchen leader sneered and said, "This is not something that we Jurchens don't care about. We only respect the orders of the top peak. If you want to ask, please ask our ten thousand men. Now I will act according to the military order. If you encounter obstacles, don't blame me for being blind in the Jurchen warriors!" The ten thousand men in his mouth were Wanyanhu, the commander of the Jurchen camp in the northern city of Bianliang.

When Lu Yanlun saw that the other party was going to be tough, his attitude suddenly softened and bowed and said, "Since that's the case, it's not too late for me to send a quick ride to Master Wanyanhu to check it clearly. If it was really a military order he issued, although I was a higher position than him, I would cooperate with him in this urgent military situation."

The Jurchen leader turned his eyes and said, "It's good to do this, but it can't be too long. If the military plane is delayed, I will not be able to afford it."

Lu Yanlun laughed and said, "It's not long, it won't last more than a stick of incense." After that, he whispered a few words to his confidant, and the confidant didn't say a word, and rode away without saying a word.

Time passed by, and the Jurchen leader walked around impatiently on the hilt of his waist knife. In the end, he couldn't help but shouted, "Why hasn't you seen him return for so long? No, I will execute military orders now. The young men are ready to follow me to enter the mansion. Those who block will kill you..."

As soon as he said this, the street's sight suddenly stirred up at the end of the sight. The flags were flying and the people were roaring. "The Han army has entered the city!" "The Han army has entered the city to kill the Tartars!" The sound of "killing the Tartars" came faintly. The face of the commander of the thousand men changed, and he was about to speak. Lu Yanlun suddenly waved his hand and said to the personal soldiers behind him: "The Han army has entered the city, brothers, the Jin army has ended, and it is time to kill the Tartars anyway. Kill!"

In Lu Yanlun's personal guards, except for a very small number of Khitan and Bohai soldiers looking at each other, the rest of the soldiers rushed forward with their swords and rushed towards the five hundred Jurchen soldiers. The two sides quickly fought into a group.

Lu Yanlun's personal guards had a significantly lower combat effectiveness than the other party, and he was at a disadvantage for a moment. An iron pagoda warrior slashed a curved sabre and cut down two enemy soldiers in a row. After he approached Lu Yanlun, he swung his sword and slashed at him.

A sudden crisp explosion sounded in Lu Yanlun's ears, who was waiting to kill, and the Jurchen warrior suddenly fell to the ground. A Han army general, who was blazing Yu Yan's musket onto his belt, then raised the steel knife in his right hand and stabbed another Jurchen soldier with weak armor.

It turned out that the Han army had already rode a horse, and the others jumped off their horses and joined the battle group. Amid the sound of close-range gunfire, the 500 Jurchen Tiefutu who fought on foot was solved in just two seconds.

Lu Yanlun was in a complicated mood at this time. He secretly thanked that God made him make the right choice in disguise. He had witnessed the combat effectiveness of the Han army with his own eyes and understood that [Not to mention Henan, Hebei and Hedong Jin Kingdom are unlikely to be saved]

In fact, the Han army was invincible not only because of its combat effectiveness, but also because of its strict military discipline and the national oppression of the Jurchen nobles of the Jin Dynasty, which inspired the simple national view of the Han people who had a teenage national concept.

Half an hour later, the remaining 2,000 iron pagodas in the Jurchen camp were all killed by the Han army musketeers.
Chapter completed!