[comprehensive] superior skills

Overnight, the Hu nobles and Khitan soldiers who used to climb over the heads of the Han people disappeared in the city of Yanzhou, and the vanguard battalion headed by General Qin immediately inserted this sacred fortress that had been lost for hundreds of years. The flag of the Song Army.

When the Han people who had lived in this city and had been enslaved for many years saw clearly the bright red military flag standing on the tall city wall, their numb faces were already full of tears unconsciously.

As inferior people who cannot even guarantee their lives, they are used to seeing the blood of their flesh and blood relatives and have tasted the pain of powerlessness. Many of them even firmly remember the scene of the scalding blood sprayed on their bodies.

In Youzhou, there is not a single Han Chinese who is not a blood feud.

They have also dreamed of the happy scene of slashing their enemies many times, but every time they wake up, they are still the lowly servants who will become the souls of the nobles if they are not careful.

Until today, when Wang Shi went north, these people whose spines had been broken for a long time finally saw the grand scene of the blood of the Hu people flowing into rivers.

Under the high wall of corpses at the gate of the city, a [-]-year-old man on crutches walked out of the silent crowd first, but at this moment his thin body erupted with a powerful force that could not be ignored. At an unpredictable speed, ordinary people rushed towards the most gorgeously dressed headless corpses.

Under the silent gaze of everyone, he first used his crutches to stir the corpse's fracture a few times, then pulled it out to have a closer look, and slowly said in an old but calm voice: "It turns out The hearts and livers of barbarians are also red..."

As the old man's voice fell, the insensitive Han people behind them finally showed a look of grief on their faces, howling and swarming up, using the corpses to vent the uneasiness and pain that had accumulated in their hearts for many years.

Standing on the city wall, General Qin saw the heart-wrenching scene of being plundered by the border people, and suddenly felt that the head of General Liao tied around his waist was so obtrusive. Throwing it towards the city, scolding: "I don't want this pickled bastard!"

The lieutenant general who had always followed Shangguan's footsteps imitated the example and kicked hard, "See if I can send this dog head back to the Liao Kingdom with my kick!"

As soon as these two people moved, the soldiers on the building door also threw the heads down, so that they could be used as kicks for the excited Han people.

Song Ci, who was also standing on the city wall waiting for the arrival of the emperor, was also moved by these bold soldiers, and waved out a few boxes of yellow gold cakes, "Your Majesty has already seen your achievements, and Xiaodao will do it for you first." Give me some common things, and when I return to the court in the future, I will set up a big banquet to reward the three armies!"

Seeing that the blood-soaked soldiers were elated by the military exploits at their fingertips, and looking eagerly at the boxes of treasure boxes that exuded dazzling light, Song Ci coughed softly. Master Mao said: "If Guard Zhan has time, how about following the trail to the city for free consultations for the common people?"

It just so happened that Zhan Zhao also wanted to avoid the soldiers who were impatient to share the reward, so he hurriedly saluted and said, "Serving the national teacher is really a matter of my duty."

"In this way, General Qin will be responsible for welcoming the holy driver."

After a short pause, Song Ci walked down the city with his son-in-law who hadn't slept all night but was still in great spirits. After standing still under the stone steps, he returned and threw a ball that also shone with colorful lights to him.

"What is this?" Zhan Zhao reached out to catch it, only to find that what the princess threw over was a silver ball inlaid with fine gemstones.

"This is a pocket watch for telling the time," Song Ci opened the watch cover, revealing a smaller family portrait on it, "I said last night that I want to reward the son-in-law, how can I break my promise."

Although he has long been accustomed to using the sun to distinguish the color of the sky, Zhan Zhao still loves to look back and forth at the crystal dial inside, "Thank you princess for your kindness, Zhan will definitely cherish this thing in the future. People exist, things..."

"Hey!"

Song Ci hurriedly turned around to block the words he hadn't blurted out, "It's fine if you accidentally lose it, there are still many in this palace that you can exchange."

In her previous life, Zhao Youyi had suffered enough from orphans and widowed mothers, she didn't want to get married so easily and end up with a short-lived ghost.

Besides, every time Mr. Mao goes out to handle cases, he either crosses mountains or crosses mountains or kills people for money. He seldom walks on flat ground a few times. It is not so easy to want the things in his arms to never be lost.

Feeling the warm fingers on his lips, Zhan Zhaojun blushed slightly, and said in a low voice: "Princess, don't worry, as long as Zhan doesn't say that again."

"It's good to know."

Song Ci took out the four big characters of "Saving the World and Helping People" in the letter and inserted it on the side of the road, and said earnestly: "Now you are not the usual Nan Xia who walks alone, you must know how to take care of your wife and children, and you can't do everything. Just focus on completing Master Bao’s task and keep rushing forward. You have to remember that you are only a body of flesh and blood, even if I have a little Taoist protection, I can’t bring you back to life. If you are injured in some unknown place, even……"

She paused for a moment, then said sadly: "Who do you let us orphans and widows rely on?"

The hero is sad and beautiful, and she doesn't believe that after repeated trainings and teachings of both toughness and softness, Master Mao will still be as stubborn as usual and only care about Bao Zheng alone.

Thinking that one day in the future, the child will suffer the pain of bereavement just like he did when he was young, Zhan Zhao couldn't help but stand still for a while, until the people around him were attracted by the signboard of the free clinic. While reminiscing about his life experience, he solemnly said: "The words of the princess, Zhan dare not forget for a moment."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Song Ci, who accepted it as soon as he saw it, looked back and smiled happily, and then greeted the sick people in Youzhou as if nothing had happened.

While sitting in the clinic, she was still thinking about it, it seems that the blood cloud banner has the effect of bringing the dead back to life in addition to eliminating all diseases.A reconnaissance team should be sent to follow Kong and the little bald head, so that there is a chance to get the activation jade ring from Zhu's family.

With such treasures in hand, if the cat accidentally kills himself one day, at least he can try to save him.

But this matter must be carefully hidden, and those Zhao family in-laws must not know.In order not to pop up a few cheap relatives who prayed to God and tried to live forever like last time, causing her to throw people to the Antarctic to fend for themselves.

Remembering the clear but doting eyes of the emperor's brother when he first heard about this matter, Song Ci couldn't help but bowed his head guiltily.

Zhan Zhao, who was guarding by the side, saw the princess's complexion changed slightly and thought she was tired, so he went to the tea house on the street to get a bowl of hot tea.

"Daoist, drink a cup of tea to moisten your throat."

Unable to refuse his kindness, Song Ci took the bowl of mixed tea soup and took a sip, "Thank you."

"Taoist priest take a break first, we are not in a hurry."

"Yes, now that Master Wang is finally here, the little old man will die in peace."

"How lucky we are to belong to the Han people today!"

Looking at the sincere smiles on the faces of the young and old in front of him and the concern in Zhan Zhao's eyes, Song Ci couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Isn't it my luck to be able to join the Zhao family dynasty in this life?"

I voted for peach and reported it to Qiong Yao.

Since the future can be changed, so what if she spends the rest of her life helping Zhao Zhen and his son to create a more perfect Song Dynasty.Just like the dwarf brothers who didn't ask for anything in return gave Cinderella blessings, the kindness of a lifetime is exchanged for eternal peace.

"The emperor's royal driver is here!"

"It's actually Shengjia who came to Youzhou in person!"

As the news of His Majesty's visit to Yanzhou City spread like wildfire, all the Han people wept with joy and rushed to the station, and even the overcrowded free clinic booth disappeared.

Unexpectedly, the people who were full of gratitude just now threw themselves into the embrace of the emperor's brother in the blink of an eye. Song Ci, who was so moved by his great decision, could only look dumbfounded at the blue-shirted guard standing beside him all the time. , "Fortunately, the son-in-law didn't abandon me."

Zhan Zhao smiled lightly when he heard the words, "Zhan has the emperor's order, so how can he leave easily."

"Forget it, it's rare that Brother Huang has a chance to show off, so I won't go there to steal the spotlight."

Putting away the booth, Song Ci thumped his sore lower back, "I have to go to another city tonight, and it's more important to recharge your batteries if you have time to sigh."

After greeting the city guards, Song Ci and Zhan Zhao returned to the back house of the government office that had already been cleaned up, and chose a pleasant room to rest for half a day.

It wasn't until the sky was getting dark that the national teacher, who had eaten enough and slept enough, led another battalion of soldiers to attack Shunzhou with the same method.

Killing a city and occupying a city in this way, half a month later, the Song army, whose armor had already been stained red by the blood of the barbarians, finally met the Khitan cavalry who had regained their self-confidence from the party members.

This time he went north from the Taiyuan Mansion all the way, harvested countless wealth, and even fulfilled the wish of his ancestors and clans to recover Yanyun. Zhao Zhen was no longer weak as before. Liao's imperial edict.

Ever since he learned that the lands of Yanyun had been lost, he led his army all the way, rushing here in a hurry. Yelu Shizun looked coldly at the man who was about to die and still shook his head, shouting, "God is guilty, there is nothing to pray for!" The Hanchen cut off his official hat with a single knife, "Go away! Go and tell that dog emperor Zhao Zhen that there are only warriors who died in battle on this grassland, and there are no slaves who kneel down!"

The envoy with disheveled hair almost peed his pants in fright, and with the support of the guards, he scrambled and fled back to the camp that was only a hundred miles away.

"Your Majesty, the Lord of Liao not only refused to give up his weapons and surrender, but insulted my Lord wantonly. This is a heinous crime!"

Zhao Zhen only glanced at the man kneeling at his feet crying bitterly, then turned his head away in disgust. For the first time in his life, he felt that compared to the majestic military generals, these soft-boned civil servants were really difficult to take on important positions.

Putting down the clairvoyant in his hand, Zhao Zhen said worriedly: "National teacher, although all the soldiers are not afraid of fighting, what about the slaves who were driven by the Khitan people in front of the team, they are all my people! I really can't bear to let these people lose their lives in vain!"

At that time, the two armies will collide in front, and those slaves who were used as shields by the Liao people can only die under the sword and arrows.

"Your Majesty has a benevolent heart, which is indeed a blessing for all people."

Song Ci pretentiously said: "If Xiaodao uses a little magic method, Nayelu World Honored One will be caught without a fight."

"Okay, I'm going to beat the drums for the national teacher to help out!"

As Zhao Zhen spoke, he picked up the gavel with his own hands, and beat the war drum placed in front of the barracks.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

At the moment when the drums rang through the wilderness, Song Ciyi hung his sword high above the Liao army, and shouted at the strange Khitan who was looking up at the sky in panic and trying to shoot her dead with an arrow: "Yelu Shizun, Your Majesty is benevolent and does not want to add any more crimes, so you are allowed to return to the Han court and share the eternal peace! How can you not accept such a god-given opportunity?!"

"Demon Dao!"

He didn't even shoot a few arrows to kill the comer, Yelu Shizun could only gnash his teeth and cursed: "If you are as eloquent as you are, Gu will never condescend to the knee of that Zhao Zhen child!"

"Yelu World Honored One, do you know that if you don't take what God gives, you will be blamed instead! When the punishment of God comes down, don't blame the poor Taoist for his unforeseen words!"

Song Ci snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and shouted: "Get up!"

The two armies of Song and Liao who were still confronting each other saw the Taoist in civilian clothes jumping up into the air suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, there was a huge flying bird under his feet that could cover the sky and cover the sun.

The seemingly boundless flying bird first let out a deafening roar in its belly, and then leaned towards the ground, and swallowed the thousands of crowded slaves into the black belly with a short mouthful. in the stomach.

The next moment, all the Liao soldiers who passed by this giant threw away their weapons in horror and ran like headless chickens, fearing that if they slowed down, they would be eaten by monsters like the slaves before. There is no dross left.

Seeing that the orderly formation was in disarray, World Honored Yelu could only wave the sword in his hand and shouted violently: "Don't panic! That's just a trick of the demon way! Anyone who dares to disturb the morale of the army will be punished without forgiveness!"

Unexpectedly, just as he cut down a fleeing cavalryman, he saw the guards around him with their mouths wide open, looking up in horror.

World Honored Yelu only had time to raise his head and glance at the sky before he was devastated by the huge ball of light falling rapidly from the sky.

"boom!!!"

"Lone Eyes!!!"

With the intensive explosion of the flash bombs, hundreds of thousands of Liao soldiers tightly covered their eyes that were overflowing with tears and blood, and rolled to the ground in mourning. , The whole body convulsed and passed out.

There were even more Liao soldiers who died under the hooves of the startled horses before they could even burst into wailing, and what was even worse were dragged to death by the horses on the road.

On the other side of the battlefield, the slaves who were driven ahead of the troops earlier, who thought they would die like every departed relative, looked at the Song army in battle armor, and at the high place who could only see in dreams The bright yellow figure asked hoarsely: "Is this not a dream, someone really came to save us?"

Facing these ragged compatriots in front of him who were still alive, Bao Zheng opened his mouth several times before uttering a heart-wrenching sentence, "This is His Majesty's imperial court, why don't you bow down?"

"His Majesty!"

A man standing at the front fell to his knees with a thud, and wailed, "Why didn't Your Majesty come earlier? Even if it's only for a day, my brother doesn't have to die!"

"Father! Mother! Sister!"

"We were born as Han Chinese, why do we have to live under the whip and saber of the Khitan people!"

"The heavens are not fair! The heavens are not fair!!"

Hearing these weeping speeches, Bao Zheng, who was speechless, could only move away with tears in his eyes.

It wasn't until he inadvertently saw the slender figure still standing proudly on top of the Kunpeng that he sighed in his heart: "But let the Dragon City Flying General be there, and don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan Mountain."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: America's black technology finally has a chance to play.Alas, I recently watched "Qin Fu Yin", and it was really inexplicably sad.

The five-grain soy milk is warm, okay~~

The following is the happy little theater

―――The busy daily life outside the Great Wall.

Zhao Zhen: "As a diligent emperor who loves the people, I am really busy."

Chen Lin: "Oh, how can the slaves share His Majesty's worries?"

Bao Zheng: "My minister is also willing to share the emperor's worries!"

Zhan Zhao: "The subordinates will not hesitate!"

Song Ci: "...you have all been deceived. Brother Huang just promised the queen to knit a sweater for the little nephew by himself. Now it's time to get the wool out."