"I must kill that bitch named Wan!"

Zhao Huan was still feeding Li Gang the chicken soup he had carefully cooked, but Wanyan Zongwang, a man of few words, led his troops to surround Bianjing.

"The officials should return to the palace. I am willing to guarantee the safety of the capital with my life!"

After all, Li Gang did not dare to let Zhao Huan stand at the top of the city like him, especially since Zhao Huan chose a relatively forward position.

Zhao Huan had no intention of taking a step back. He just pointed at the Jin soldiers who were getting closer and closer to the city: "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just here watching my Song soldiers kill thieves."

For Zhao Huan, whether to return to the palace or stay on the city wall is simply a multiple-choice question with only one option that can be decided with his heels.

"Everywhere we went, we demolished their houses, captured the Han people and shaved their hair, and made them control the horses. We looted the good women and killed the old and ugly ones. From the capital to the Yellow River for hundreds of miles, there was no smoke left in the wells.

The number of corpses is innumerable."

"Bodies were exhumed from the tombs outside the capital, and their coffins were used as mangers. Killing people was like cutting flax, and the stench could be heard for hundreds of miles. Therefore, more than half of the victims of the epidemic died."

"The Jin people set fire to all the gates, the residences of residents in the new city, and the mansions of princes and princes. They looted, killed, and captured people. The flames stretched across the sky and never went out, and the people's cries shook the heaven and the earth."

"The emperor sent Emperor Maode to Jinying. It was first owned by Wanyan Zongwang, and then occupied by Wanyan Xiyin. The valley road broke and she died."

The words written on paper ruthlessly recorded the humiliation during the Jingkang years.

Even if it was to prevent this tragic scene from happening again, Zhao Huan had no intention of retreating.

Wanyan Zongwang, who was covered in armor, rode straight towards the city and shot an arrow at the top of the city. Then he shouted loudly: "Song soldiers at the top of the city, listen, this commander is Wanyan Zongwang, the second prince of the Kingdom of Jin!"

I send a message to you, the emperor, that as long as he is willing to cede the three towns of Hebei and my big gold, and offers one hundred thousand silver with both hands, I will stop the army and return north, and the two families will establish an alliance forever! Otherwise, when the city is destroyed, there will be no need to blame the swords and guns.

Eyeless!”

Zhao Huan pushed away the soldiers who were holding big shields in front of him and shouted loudly: "I am here! You surnamed Wan, please return all the land that your Kingdom of Jin has seized, and then bring your clan to surrender. I will protect you from death."

!Otherwise, I want your nine clans named Wan to die!"

Wanyan Zongwang suddenly became angry: "My surname is Wanyan! My surname is Zhao, please wait for me. After the city is defeated, we will see if your foul mouth can still be so tough!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Wanyan Zongwang immediately took out a carved feather arrow from the arrow pot, raised his bow and shot towards Zhao Huan at the top of the city.

But Wanyan Zongwang was also afraid of the divine arm bow at the top of Bianjing City, so he stayed a little far away. The arrow had already fallen to the ground when it was still far away from the top of the city.

Zhao Huan cursed loudly again: "The surname is Wan! If you are so weak, is it possible that you have kidney deficiency?"

Wanyan Zongwang glared at Zhao Huan on the top of the city with hatred. Instead of saying any more nonsense, he waved his hand and shouted: "Attack the city!"

Zhao Huan grinned indifferently.

Siege a city? Most of your f**king cavalry are there. Are you afraid that you forgot about home when you went out?

Seeing that the Jin soldiers had already begun to advance in formation, Zhao Huan simply twisted his neck, pulled out the sword from his waist, and shouted with a ferocious smile: "All soldiers obey my orders! Kill a Jin soldier and reward him with five swords! Anyone who retreats will be beheaded."

!”

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

The well-known scholar Zhao Nicholas Si once said that there is nothing that five thousand dollars cannot solve. If there is, then add five dollars——

For Zhao Huan, instead of compensating tens of millions of silver to the Kingdom of Jin, it would be better to reward the soldiers of the Song Dynasty with this money. With the stimulation of up to five taels of silver, the Song soldiers on the city suddenly became red-eyed!

Don't talk nonsense about how people in the Song Dynasty were so rich that they didn't lack money.

If the people were really wealthy and could survive, the Song Dynasty would not have continued rebellions for three hundred years.

Not everyone is like Song Jiang who wants to commit murder and arson to be recruited.

Not to mention the soldiers of the Song Dynasty who had always had little status.

Fighting to the death to give his parents, wife, and children a way to live, and even a chance to make a future, these soldiers suddenly became red-eyed, and each one of them howled and screamed in a frenzy of killing the thief. Even Li Gang couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Perhaps, the official was holding back when he was hiding in his residence, including when he ascended the throne. At this time, the official who can make the soldiers go crazy with a few words is the real ability of the official?

"Hand up the shield!"

The golden soldiers below the city were getting closer and closer to the city wall, and some of them had already started to draw their bows and arrows. Li Gang didn't have time to think too much, so he directly issued the order.

Zhao Huan was a little dumbfounded——

That's right, Jin Bing has always been the main rider, but where did the ladder in their hands come from?

After suddenly reacting, Zhao Huan slammed the city wall and said angrily: "Mr. Guo! I will kill him!"

Wanyan Zongwang's face was smiling like a flower——

Fortunately, Pharmacist Guo knew that Moutuogang had a large amount of grain, grass and horses. Fortunately, the Southern Dynasties were idiots and Moutuogang was completely unprepared. Liang Fangping burned the bridge and escaped. This gave him enough opportunities.

It’s a great scene to besiege Bianjing with your own troops!

"The Southern Dynasties may not be prepared. The wealth and palace confinement in Bianjing are not comparable to those in Yanshan. Prince Langjun's army is very fast. He can take advantage of this bamboo-breaking trend and rush towards the river. The soldiers will be defeated and can return without fighting. If you know that you are prepared, you will shine.

We set up troops in Hebei and set an eye on the Southern Dynasty to show our country's prestige. It's not too late to return."

Guo Yaoshi's words have basically become a reality. All that's left is to see how wealthy Bianjing City is!

However, what Wanyan Zongwang was secretly shocked was that the Song soldiers on top of Bianjing City were nothing like the Song soldiers he had encountered before!

When the knife is broken, he hits it with his fist, when his arm is broken, he bites it with his teeth, and when he hugs the golden soldiers, he throws them off the city wall, exchanging injuries for injuries and lives for lives like a crazy tiger. If all the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were like this Bianjing City

Like a taxi soldier...

Shaking his head violently, Wanyan Zongwang reluctantly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and turned to Medicine Master Guo: "What should we do now?"

Pharmacist Guo thought carefully and replied: "Send someone to persuade him to surrender tomorrow morning? The people of Song Dynasty are weak and fearless. As long as the prince sends someone to persuade him, he will probably be able to scare the courage of the little emperor."

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Zhao Huan has been accustomed to talking nonsense since his last life——

In my previous life: I will definitely update it today, I won’t say anything, and I will definitely pay back the hundreds of chapters I owe for updates.

In a previous life: I don’t like killing people.

In this life: I will be here watching my soldiers of the Song Dynasty kill the enemy.

The reverberations of the nonsense he just said were still lingering around, but the person who said these words casually grabbed a knife from the guard beside him, and then rushed towards Jin Bing with the knife under Li Gang's horrified eyes!

"Protect the official family!"

Li Gang, who had already prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, was almost going crazy!

This is not the court of the Song Dynasty, this is a battlefield where soldiers are fighting hand to hand, swords are blind, and arrows are flying everywhere!

The golden soldiers on the opposite side will not hurt you just because you are the emperor. On the contrary, every golden soldier will probably want to kill you!

However, Mr. Zishu once said, good things don’t work but bad things work.

Although Zhao Huan thinks he is not a weak player, Zhao Huan obviously overestimated the physical quality of this body - lack of strength and stamina. He had just killed two golden soldiers, and his arms were already so sore that he could not lift them up.

Got it!

What was even more unlucky was that a stray arrow came from nowhere and accidentally aimed at Zhao Huan's chest!

"ah!"

"Fuck!"

The scream of "Ah" came from a soldier who stepped aside to block Zhao Huan's arrow, and his arm was shot through by a stray arrow.

What the hell, Zhao Huan screamed out subconsciously after being startled, and finally realized that this body was a bit weak——

Unlike the emperors of other dynasties who always wanted to make trouble for others, the peace-loving emperors of the Zhao family were basically artists, and their bodies were really useless.

Zhao Huan casually pulled the soldier who was blocking the arrows for him back a few steps. After being blocked tightly by the other guards of the Forbidden Army, Zhao Huan said, "What is your name? What is your current position?"

"He Ji, a minor minister, is the son of He Guan, the military envoy of the Wutai Army. He Guan, the deputy envoy of Hedong and Hebei, is not abandoned by the official family. He is appointed as the pavilion gate to praise his family."

Hearing Zhao Huan's question, the soldier who was blocking the arrow casually broke off the tail feather of the arrow, grabbed the arrow and pulled the broken arrow out of his arm, then tore a strip of cloth from his clothes and tied his arm as a bandage, and then continued to answer.

: "My father was ordered to guard the west corner. He heard that the officials were visiting Xuanzemen in person, so he ordered his ministers to come to Xuanzemen to protect him."

As soon as he heard that this person's name was He Ji, Zhao Huan couldn't help but cursed himself for being in the dark under the lamp, and for a moment he didn't think of He Guan and his son——

He Guan and his son proved their reliability with their lives: they resisted fighting for three days, were wounded, and died in the battle at the age of sixty-two. He Ji fought with his father and died in the battle.

For Zhao Huan, who is in urgent need of reliable manpower, he can barely be regarded as a soldier, and he is a bit worried. He Guan and his son, who are still wary of Guo Yaoshi and others, are simply the treasures given to him by God!

"I love you so bravely that you are no better than Guan Yunchang who scrapes bones and cures poison!"

After praising He Ji, Zhao Huan turned to Wu Xin and ordered: "Have someone go back to the palace to get the gold medicine and distribute it to He Qing and the injured soldiers."

You have to win people's hearts.

For Zhao Huan, there is nothing to worry about the Jin soldiers outside the city. As long as he does not give up, even if he just defends the city, the Jin soldiers will not be able to attack Bianjing City, which is high and deep.

Compared with the Jin soldiers outside the city, the real problem is how to solve the redundant officials, redundant troops, redundant administration and various other problems that the Song Dynasty is facing now——

At the end of any dynasty, including the Song Dynasty, there will be a problem that is difficult to turn around. Unless you use great determination and perseverance to overturn the table or simply smash the original plate completely, there is basically no solution.

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However, Zhao Huan was the emperor.

According to the theory that the butt determines the head, Zhao Huan, as the emperor of the Song Dynasty, could directly overturn the table, but it was impossible for him to choose to smash his own place.

Otherwise, how would it be recorded in the history books of the ministers and later generations? Your Majesty was the first to rebel?

In this case, Zhao Huan could only choose to win people's hearts first and try to keep military power and the Imperial City Department in his own hands.
Chapter completed!