At his age, he was able to inspect the military and horses in a state and his career was promoted quickly enough.

But now Yang Biquan is deeply suspicious whether he can continue to have such good luck.

Because according to the news he received in Lin'an, the pseudo-de-Chief Zhao Yuju, the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, was leading a million troops to pounce towards Lin'an! At the same time, the southern demon Song Yulin also landed on the shore in Guichi and was on the way to Lin'an.

Song Yulin's march route happened to pass through his own Changhua.

So now for Yang Biquan, what he faces is no longer the question of whether to fight or not, but the question of whom he will die! Of course, Yang Biquan still has a glimmer of hope in his heart, that is General Hai Mutang of the Lin'an Army who was pursuing Song Yulin's troops.

It would be great if General Hai could catch up with Song Yulin before the Nantian Demon arrived in Changhua! But Yang Biquan knew that Song Yulin had run around most of the Song Dynasty smoothly before.

If he had hoped for these three or four hundred miles, Song Yulin would be captured and destroyed.

The slim hope is simply hopeless! So over the past few days, Yang Biquan has gritted his teeth to train the army, prepared equipment, and made his three thousand soldiers cry every day.

He planned to resist when the enemy arrived no matter what.

...According to Yang Biquan's estimate, when the two armies confronted each other, his soldiers would inevitably be defeated like a mountain of defeat after being injured or killed, and would be defeated like a group of free-range ducks.

When it really came to that time, he led the defeated generals to the Tianmu Mountain north of Changhua City.

After all, after he is loyal to the country, he has to leave his life.

In Yang Biquan's heart, it's nothing to spend an arm and half a leg for the sake of the country's war.

But he felt that it was a bit unworthy to save his life.

However, when this battle started, it was much faster than he expected!... Song Yulin's army came faster than he thought. He saw 100,000 troops rolling in Changhua City and arrayed in an order under his city.

At this time, Yang Biquan was almost in the same style as his soldiers... His face was as white as the newly-baked Biluo Bread.

Yang Biquan pulled out his waist knife and cut the gravel at the battlement in front of him.

He shouted loudly: "It's time to be loyal to the nation, brothers!"

"No matter what, our children and parents are all in the city. If they don't shoot an arrow and ask someone to take it, it would be too embarrassing!"

"After a while, the enemy will fight me and hold on for a while before talking! When the Tongzhou Army General behind us arrives, the guys under the city will have to abandon the city and leave!"

"We just need to delay for three...two...one day! It's probably only one day! We can keep Changhua alive!"

Yang Biquan shouted loudly, his calves trembled, but his words still worked.

So the soldiers in the city agreed in unison, then gritted their teeth and clenched the swords, guns, bows and arrows in their hands.

After that, Song Yulin, who was under the city, launched an attack on Changhua without hesitation.

...The Southern Song army carried the simple ladders pieced together, and each bite the short sword and held shields.

A beast-like roar came out of his throat and rushed towards the city wall fiercely.
Chapter completed!