After the Chang'an army entered the city, the military talisman was directly handed over to Zhao Xing, while Zhao Xing directly transferred all the seals, seals, and talismans to the Chang'an army.

In other words, all the tokens of the Song Dynasty are now in the hands of Yang Wenguang, the Chang'an Army, while Zhao Xing only has the military talismans of the Chang'an Army.

"Yang Wenguang, right?" Zhao Xing raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Wenguang: "How did Song Beiyun tell you?"

"Returning to the official home, Lord Song said that as long as you successfully arrive in Jinling, you will immediately break up the Chang'an army and send it into the imperial guards. Four people will form a squad, and one Chang'an army will mix into the three imperial guards to form a mixed organization." Yang Wenguang knelt in front of Zhao Xing on one knee and said, "Then the three thousand political committees of the army immediately entered the teams at all levels to conduct surveys and investigations, and strive to minimize the risks."

"Why not?"

"Your Majesty can order the Chang'an army in the world."

Zhao Xing felt comfortable and peaceful when he heard this. He nodded, but said, "What if I want you to kill Song Beiyun?"

This question is extremely tricky, but Yang Wenguang is a person who came out with Song Gou. He lowered his head and said without changing his breath: "Now the Chang'an army cannot resist the Liao army. The Liao army is the best in previous years."

"Who is really the one who brings what kind of soldiers?" Zhao Xing sighed and said, "Okay, go and execute it quickly. The military talisman is already in your hands. If you kill me with one knife now, whoever you want to be the emperor will be the one who wants to be."

Yang Wenguang still looked as stable as Mount Tai: "I don't know what these objects can do, but I only know this as my mission, but I only recognize the mission."

"Go."

"yes!"

The Chang'an Army acted quickly, first taking over the guards of the Imperial City from the inside out, and for the first time the cannon was installed on the Imperial City, then controlled the Vulcan Camp in the city and took down the warehouse of the Vulcan Camp.

And he immediately found the Duke of Dingguo issued the emperor's decree to him, and the Chang'an Army and the Imperial Army began to integrate into a mixed team.

"Are you going to be prepared for a mutiny and forced to force the palace?" Duke Ding said to Yang Wenguang while pressing the rubbing with the other half of the tiger talisman: "The situation has reached such a point?"

"It's even better." Yang Wenguang lost all his confidence in front of Zhao Xing: "The situation is extremely critical."

"How can I see it?"

"Mr. Song said." Yang Wenguang nodded and repeated it: "The reform also involved military reform. If there was a general's conflict, he might have already conspired."

"Then why don't you doubt me?"

"This Lord Song has not mentioned it." Yang Wenguang shook his head and said that he was not clear, but he said with certainty: "The officials have never doubted it."

The mixed operation may last for several days, and the imperial guards in the city will be disbanded, and all combat sequences will be randomly placed. The soldiers originally belonged to different camps will go around like roulettes. In addition, one Chang'an army soldier was placed into one squad for every three people, and one "political commissar" was placed in every forty people. Among the four people, the elders of the military service were the leader, and the political commissar led ten squads.

Such deployment completely disrupts the military deployment of the entire Jinling and is more detailed and fragmented. It is no longer flat management or is not allowed to go beyond the level. The generals are still those generals, but those generals can no longer issue orders to soldiers directly. Instead, they need to be backward compatible with the political commissar through lower-level officers. The political commissar is originally a member of the Privy Council. If they feel that there is a problem with the order they pass, they will report to the Privy Council as soon as possible.

Even if the political commissar rebelled or was killed, it would only affect forty people, and it would not meet the standard of turning the world upside down. If a large-scale mutiny is to be achieved, thousands of lower-level political commissars would need to rebel at the same time, which is unimaginable.

"After the mix, the Chang'an army melted into the imperial guards, breaking up the original imperial guards' organization, and even soldiers in the camp could not meet directly with the upper-level commanders."

Duke Ding told Prince Fu about this way of seizing military power. After hearing this, King Fu pondered for a long time and raised his head: "This kid has a lot of bad water. In this way, either he must take advantage of the mutiny or he will have no chance. And taking advantage of the current situation, he may not be able to become a climate."

"Hehe, this is a good apprentice you taught."

Duke Ding's tone was filled with a sour taste, and his heart was expressed in his tone. After all, everyone is a daughter. In the prince, he would have to pay half of his daughter and he could still take a good apprentice, but he would have to pay for himself...

"Don't be unwilling to accept it. Based on my understanding of him, if it were someone else, the Chang'an Army would be the first to hand over the military power in the hands of all the people in Jinling to the government. You see, you not only gained benefits but also retained military power, but what else can you complain about?"

"I complain, but I didn't complain." Duke Ding sighed: "I just didn't think the situation was already so tense."

"There are many people involved in this, otherwise it would be impossible to be so fast and so intense. When the dynasty meeting opens, someone will definitely submit a memorial to the matter. If the official cannot give them an explanation, haha..." Although Prince Fu's tone was plain, his face was full of murderous aura: "It's time to deal with these people."

"That prince, how do you think that kid will fiddle with it?"

"I don't know, but I think the movement will not be small. I didn't see it, so I turned the military and political affairs in the city back. If I have military power in my hands, I will gain the upper hand." King Fu was an old senior who had fought for a lifetime and had a very thorough understanding of the situation: "In the future, maybe it will calm the tide, and then I will deal with these bastards."

"But this matter is very troubled... I'm afraid..."

"Well, let's take a look first." King Fu raised his eyes and looked at Duke Ding: "It's really not possible. Let those people see how many teeth our old dog also has."

"Your Majesty...it's not good to say that."

"Don't do this. You cursed a lot when you rushed with me back then." King Fu snorted: "Are you so pretentious to me when you became a Privy Councilor?"

Duke Ding sighed, and felt a little sad when he thought of his youth. But after thinking about it, he smiled and said, "Prince, your disciple is worthy of the prince's reputation back then. He is also a young person who is trembling in all directions, but his character is not very good."

"You are so good again." King Fu glanced at him: "Aren't you a traitor who was a traitor back then? If you weren't really able to fight, I'd have cut you with one knife."

Duke Ding Guo smirked: "Who is not as old as before..."

Just when the Chang'an Army was rapidly splitting and mixing, Zuo Rou was ordered to lock in the palace by Zhao Xing. The Dingguo could not control her, but the emperor could. After all, Zuo Rou must not have any trouble. After all, the helmsman of the two major armies in the Song Dynasty are her father and her man. If something really happens, both of them will be crazy, and Zhao Xing may not be able to withstand it.

"Let me out!" Zuo Rou shouted at Zhao Xing through the door of the study room: "The palace is boring! It's been ten days, so I won't let me out!"

"You can't go out, you can't go out, it's not the time." Zhao Xing turned around and did not look into her eyes: "Just be honest with your niece."

"I'm going out!"

"Come here, send the eldest princess back to the bedroom."

Zuo Rou was dragged away while scolding, but Zhao Xing wiped a cold sweat. Who can hold back every day? But Song Gou has not arrived in Jinling yet. This is really a life-threatening thing. Tomorrow will be a grand dynasty meeting. If you don’t have the means after the grand dynasty meeting, something might really happen.

Now he has handed over the jade seal, tiger talisman and seal. If something really happens, a secret order has been passed to Song Beiyun, which is to ask him to choose a suitable successor between his younger brother and his son to inherit the Song Dynasty and to rule the country with King Fu and the new emperor.

Of course, this is the worst plan. I hope this will not happen. Although Zhao Xing doesn't want to be the emperor, he really doesn't live enough...

Now that the Chang'an Army has taken over all inside and outside the palace, it is almost a wartime attitude. If something goes wrong, I'm afraid even God can't save the Song Dynasty.

The Liao Kingdom was staring at it with saliva, and the internal and external troubles were mixed together, and the Heavenly King was in trouble.

"This time, no matter whether you win or lose, the Liao Kingdom is the biggest winner." Yan Shu looked back at Zuo Rou, who was cursing and cursing, and continued: "If the new party wins, the Liao Kingdom will know how to adjust their problems. If they lose, they will drive south to separate the Song Dynasty, and in the name of reinforcing chaos and correcting the rules."

"I know." Zhao Xing raised his head and took a deep breath: "This time I must cut off this piece of rotten meat."

"It's difficult..." Yan Shu sighed: "The aristocratic family and noble families have been rooted in China for thousands of years, and they can't be eradicated overnight. The Song Dynasty did not have the old nobles, but the new nobles' days will become old nobles. This is just going back and forth."

"No, I can't swallow this." Zhao Xing's teeth clenched: "Give Song Gou another gold medal, so that he can get faster."

"He replied... and said that there were already twelve gold medals, and it was almost done. Let the official family not be overwhelmed."

"Dog thing!" Zhao Xing was furious: "I'm so anxious that I sleep with tears in my eyes at night. He told me not to get upset?"

No matter how much they scold, what can they do with Song Gou? He is so virtuous, but he still doesn't know what this guy is doing, but it's a troublesome thing.

What exactly is Song Beiyun doing? He actually arrived in Tongling a few days ago. After all, he was quick and light, so he was naturally faster than usual.

But as soon as he arrived at the commander, he got into the workshop, and in the past few days he had to make something strange.

"Is this? Cannon?" Yu Sheng looked at the thing Song Beiyun fiddled with: "It looks so strange."
Chapter completed!