Fearing being killed for his overwhelming merits, the empress decided to marry him.

"His Majesty!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan knelt in the center of the hall and shouted loudly.

"What are you doing, Prime Minister Ye? Please rise quickly."

Zhao Huan was somewhat confused; at this point, what kind of trouble was Ye Fan trying to cause?

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, the situation in the Song Dynasty is due to my mishandling of it, and I am willing to take full responsibility for it."

Zhao Huan frowned, a hint of impatience in his voice: "What good plan does Prime Minister Ye have?"

Ye Fan raised his head, his eyes red, and said, "I am willing to risk everything to fight the Jin people to the death, and make sure they know that the people and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty can never be bullied!"

This is his last chance, and his only chance.

The situation has developed to this point entirely under my control. If I cannot drive back the Jurchens, the Song court and its officials will certainly not let me off the hook after this battle.

Only by sacrificing everything and risking everything for one last gamble can we have a chance to turn the tide.

The civil and military officials in the hall all wore ambiguous expressions regarding Ye Fan's attitude.

None of them spoke; they all focused their gazes on Zhao Huan.

Seeing Ye Fan's resolute attitude, Zhao Huan's heart softened.

At least no matter what, Ye Fan is still on the side of the Song Dynasty and on his own side.

"So what does Prime Minister Ye plan to do?"

"Your Majesty, we still have more than 170 warriors in our army. With them as the vanguard leading the main force, we will surely be able to fight the Jin army to the death on the north bank of the Bian River!"

Zhao Huan fell into deep thought, and no one in the hall, whether civil or military, uttered a sound.

Xue Congli, Lai Ba, and the others didn't have a chance to confront Ye Fan at this moment.

After a long silence, Zhao Huan decided to trust Ye Fan one more time: "Alright, from now on, Prime Minister Ye will be in full charge of all military affairs on the north bank of the Bian River. Prime Minister Ye, the survival of the Great Song Dynasty rests entirely on your shoulders."

Ye Fan clasped his hands tightly, tears welling in his eyes: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I guarantee with my own life that I will not allow the barbarian horses to cross the Bian River even a single step!"

"it is good!"

Seeing Ye Fan speak with such conviction, Zhao Huan's previously wavering resolve was once again filled with determination.

"I hereby entrust you with the most elite Bianzhou Camp of my Great Song Dynasty. I hope you will not disappoint me or the people of the Great Song Dynasty."

"Your Majesty, I thank you for your trust!"

……

At this moment, fifty miles outside the main camp on the north bank of the Bian River, Wanyan Zongbi's five thousand vanguard troops had been assembled and could launch a main attack on the Song army camp with just one order.

“My Jin dynasty’s five thousand elite cavalry can defeat the Song army’s one hundred thousand elite troops, not to mention the heavily armored Iron Pagoda.”

Looking at the fully armored cavalry gleaming in the sunlight, Wanyan Zongbi felt a surge of pride.

"Warriors, let us end that corrupt and incompetent dynasty in this battle! This land will soon belong to the people of our Great Jin!"

"Oooooooo-"

The five thousand Ironclad Cavalrymen all roared like wild beasts.

Seeing that morale was boosted, Wanyan Zongbi pressed his advantage: "I assure you here..."

With Bianzhou fallen, I grant you permission to plunder everything in sight within the city.

"Gold, silver, women, food, cloth—take whatever you can! What you can't take, burn it to ashes!"

"Oooooooo-"

That last sentence completely ignited the most insatiable desires within these beasts.

"Break through Bianjing!"

"Break through Bianjing!"

"Break through Bianjing!"

In an instant, five thousand iron cavalrymen converged into a wave of sound, layer upon layer, endless and relentless.

Seeing that the atmosphere was right, Wanyan Zongbi immediately waved his left hand.

"Now, there is one last obstacle blocking your path to wealth: the Great Song Dynasty's Bianhe Camp."

“I think this Song army camp is already quite familiar to you.”

"Last year, we conquered them twice, just like a naked young woman waiting for us to pluck her!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Wanyan Zongbi's words immediately drew jeers from the wild beasts, who tried to keep their voices down.

What is so scary about an army that suffers repeated defeats?

It's just a matter of putting in more effort to trample them underfoot again.

"Now, let's launch a final offensive and crush them completely in one fell swoop!"

"No prisoners, no surrenders! This time, we will make them utterly annihilated under the iron hooves of my Great Jin cavalry, in despair!"

"Warriors! Are you ready?"

"Ready~~"

With a fierce wolf howl, five thousand iron cavalrymen raised their weapons high, and their warhorses seemed to be infected by the grim atmosphere, lightly pawing the ground and breathing heavily through their noses.

"Set off!!!"

"Roar~~"

The war drums sounded, and five thousand ironclad cavalry charged forward in an orderly fashion, launching a fearless offensive towards the last barrier before Bianjing City...

Meanwhile, inside the Bianhe camp, the Song soldiers, upon learning of the Jin army's imminent arrival, were filled with apprehension.

Fortunately, this time, the presence of over a hundred disciples from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect prevented them from collapsing immediately.

"Senior sister, this time, we must help Senior Brother Ye regain his lost face."

A female disciple who had just entered the early stage of the Innate Realm held a spirit sword with a resolute expression.

Her name is Li Wan'er, and she is also Ye Fan's junior sister.

"Yes, Wan'er is right. This battle is not only for Junior Brother Ye, but also for the Shu Mountain Sword Sect. So no matter what the cost, we must defeat the Jurchens!"

The other woman who spoke was named Ouyang Xuanyi, Ye Fan's senior sister, who was at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm.

Both Ouyang Xuanyi and Li Wan'er are in love with Ye Fan, but they haven't confessed their feelings directly because of their relationship with Langyue.

In fact, the two of them had already developed a relationship with Ye Fan that went beyond friendship, but they had kept it a secret from the sect.

This time, for Ye Fan's reputation, they decided to go all out and perform well, so as to prove to Ye Fan that they were more suitable as his dual cultivation partners than Lang Yue.

"Generals, a large number of Jin cavalry have been spotted approaching twenty miles ahead."

"Good! Order the entire army to prepare to defend against the enemy!"

As the commander-in-chief of the Bianhe Camp, Ouyang Xuanyi was the first to stand in front of the camp, followed by Li Wan'er and 170 disciples of the Sword Sect, all lined up in formation.

Their actions immediately stabilized the wavering morale of the troops, and under the influence of the atmosphere, everyone prepared for battle.

Clack clack—

The deafening roar of iron hooves filled the air as the true face of the Ironclad Pagoda was revealed.

Ouyang Xuanyi raised his spirit sword and shouted, "Disciples of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, follow me into battle!"

"kill!"

With a chilling cry, numerous Sword Sect disciples followed Ouyang Xuanyi, roaring as they charged out of the battle formation and headed straight for the cavalry group.

"Musha?"

When Wanyan Zongbi realized that the group that had taken the initiative to meet the enemy was actually a group of martial artists, he frowned deeply.

But soon, his eyebrows relaxed.

"On my command, flank from the left and right, and spread out on both sides of the front!"

Call——

A mournful neighing of horses rang out, and the once dense charging group split apart to the left and right.

Then a line of tanks towing Gatling guns suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

The Jin Dynasty machine gunner behind the carriage gripped the joystick, looking at the warrior leaping towards him with an extremely cruel smile.