Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 77 Where the dream begins
An hour later, the princess captured Wang Jun and threw him into the frying pan.

At this point, all the people in the kneeling statue are gathered together.

However, Zhao Gou and Qin Hui continued to bomb.

Every time they were blown to death, Yang Feng would revive them and blow them up again.

In the end they all went crazy.

During this period, the civil and military officials of the Song Dynasty all chose to hide. However, we can't say we hid, we can only say that they pretended that everything outside didn't exist. Their emperor and prime minister were not fried in oil outside the imperial city gates in front of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians. If I pretend they don't exist, then they don't exist. The high-ranking officials of the Song Dynasty were quite a few who were good at playing tricks. Then, they quickly pushed Zhao Shen to the throne in the palace. As for Zhao Gou, he certainly died, but he was definitely not fried in oil by the evildoers, but died of illness.

However, two days before his death, he had already made Prince Zhao Shen a king, and then appointed him as the crown prince, and then the crown prince would succeed to the throne.

The edicts of conferring the title of king, establishing the crown prince, death and succession were all issued one day apart.

Then send it out together.

In this way, while Zhao Gou was still wailing in the oil pan, he had already become the deceased emperor.

On the same day, the newly enthroned Zhao Shen used the late emperor's will to rehabilitate Yue Fei, and confiscated Qin Hui's property and executed him on the charge of being a spy for the Jin Dynasty. At the same time, he and his followers executed Wan Qi Xie, Luo Ruji, Wang Jun and others, and Zhang Jun was allowed to commit suicide.

In short, let the explosion happen outside and just make up the story inside.

Don't provoke the demon.

Nor can we let the court lose face.

As for the folk rumors...

Everything is based on official announcements, and what is circulating among the people is just a rumor.

Anyway, this is how the official records are, and this is how it will be written in history books in the future. Even if the truth can be passed down, it will only be too unbelievable and eventually become a wild history of various rumor versions. After all, official history books will only record official records. The bureaucrats of our Song Dynasty, who have long been good at tampering with history books, are already familiar with doing this.

It’s not a big deal, just making up a story in the history books!

Of course, Yang Feng was not interested in these things.

He fried Zhao Gou and Qin Hui in Lin'an for three days. During this time, Yue Yun recruited three thousand men from the civilian population, including soldiers. These three thousand men went directly to the armory to obtain armor and weapons, while the armory officials, of course, hid aside and watched like tortoises. Yang Feng fried Qin Hui and Zhao Gou thoroughly in the oil pan, along with several others who had been fried there for three days. He then had the dragon crush them all, crushing them into the Qiantang River. He then ordered Yue Yun to lead the recruited soldiers to Zhenjiang, while he and the princess ascended on the dragon and disappeared into the blue sky.

As for whether anyone would stop Yue Yun along the way...

Anyone who dares to make the Immortal Master unhappy for a moment will be made unhappy for the rest of his life.

A month later.

Zhenjiang.

A huge army was lined up outside the city.

Hundreds of thousands of local soldiers and civilians were watching nearby.

Yue Yun, who was wearing full armor and standing at the front of the formation, looked up at the sky.

All the officials and military generals along the way from Lin'an to Zhenjiang ignored his existence.

No contact.

Non-interference.

Nor is it prohibited for the public to have contact with them.

In short, they can recruit soldiers if they want to, and go into the city to purchase supplies if they want to, but the authorities will not have any contact with them.

So he gained more than a thousand people who were willing to follow him along the way.

A few days after he arrived in Zhenjiang, Zhang Xian arrived from Ezhou with 3,000 people.

These were all recruited from Yue's army, and the princess's previous process of capturing Wang Jun also intimidated the generals of Ezhou. The latter didn't want to get involved in the first place, so now they had even more reason to do so. In short, he could recruit from various armies as he pleased.

These three thousand are elite veterans, and their combat effectiveness is needless to say.

Adding those who had defected sporadically during this period, the army that finally assembled in Zhenjiang, ready to attack Huanglong, actually exceeded 10,000. In addition to the 3,000 Yue Family Army, there were more than 3,000 soldiers, most of whom were from the north and heading south. After all, even if they were soldiers, they could only barely make a living in the Song army. Moreover, most of them had a blood feud with the Jin army and were eager for something like an attack on Huanglong.

In the end, there were a total of 10,800 people forming a formation outside Zhenjiang City.

Divided into two armies, left and right.

He and Zhang Xian each led an army.

But they were all infantry, there were no cavalry, and only a few of them had armor.

Cavalry was extremely valuable at that time, especially war horses that could fight.

You can’t even buy it.

At this time, a dragon roar suddenly sounded in the sky, and a ball of brilliant light appeared in the cloudless blue sky.

"Quick, welcome the Immortal Lord."

Yue Yun shouted.

Then he bowed.

On the other side, Zhang Xian and his subordinates bowed and waited.

The soldiers and civilians around all looked up at the sky.

Within that brilliant light, a fissure appeared, as if the sky had split open. A golden dragon head poked out, followed by a dancing golden dragon, atop which sat a deity in multicolored garments. But behind it, another golden dragon appeared, atop which sat a female deity in strange attire. They descended swiftly on giant dragons, and the soldiers and civilians instinctively bowed in fear.

"Your subordinates respectfully welcome the Immortal Venerable and the Yuan Lord."

Zhang Xian shouted first.

Of course, you can no longer call him a god at this time.

You have to call me Immortal Lord!

The woman should be called Yuanjun!

Although I still don’t know the Immortal Venerable’s Taoist name, I can’t ask unless he tells me about this matter.

Just call them Immortal Venerable and Yuan Jun.

The Immortal Lord landed in front of them on a giant dragon, while Yuanjun was still in the sky.

"so many people?"

Yang Feng looked in surprise at the legion that was obviously more than 5,000 in number.

"Replying to the Immortal Lord, there are many refugees from the north here, all of whom have a deep blood feud with the Jin people, so many of them are willing to follow the Immortal Lord."

Zhang Xian said quickly.

Yang Feng looked at the soldiers in front of him.

"Go straight to Huanglong. Do you know where Huanglong is?"

Yang Feng shouted.

Of course, it was the dragon behind him that acted as a megaphone.

The soldiers looked at each other in confusion. For the people of the Song Dynasty at that time, Huanglongfu was something from another world. Even in the entire Song Dynasty, there were only a few people who had been to Liaodong, let alone Huanglongfu, which was north of Liaodong.

"It's four thousand miles from here. Even if you go north from Youzhou, you still have to walk two thousand miles. Moreover, it's still icy and snowy in this season. Water freezes into ice. You won't have any support there. You'll be surrounded by enemies. You even have to keep attacking on enemy territory to get there.

Now I ask you again, are you still willing to go?"

Yang Feng said.

The soldiers were a little panicked.

In fact, they never thought that Huanglongfu would be so far away!
They just had a concept of the name. They had no idea how far it was, how to get there, or how to fight. All they knew was a slogan.

Go straight to Huanglong!

The rest is unknown.

"Those who don't want to go can leave. The gold bricks I gave you before are your compensation."

Yang Feng said.

The soldiers whispered to each other.

Then people started leaving.

But the vast majority remain there.

Yue Yun was furious and wanted to stop them from leaving, but Yang Feng stopped him. "Immortal Lord, that gold brick is enough to buy their lives. Taking these and then regretting it is too easy for them."

Yue Yun said angrily.

"It's worth using a gold brick to test your character. I want someone who is honest and trustworthy, not someone who will waver at the slightest risk. What you're about to face is more than just a direct attack on Huanglong."

Yang Feng said.

Since that was the case, Yue Yun had no choice but to watch the soldiers in front of him leave.

Fortunately, there were still 8,000 people left in the end.

These eight thousand people were the most determined, especially the three thousand Yue Family Army. They definitely did not leave. However, those who followed in Lin'an basically did not leave either. This was probably because they were worried that they would not end well if they returned. After all, if they dared to follow, they would be put on the officials' blacklist.

"Since you are all willing, let's set off!"

Yang Feng said.

As he spoke, he summoned the Nine-Section Staff.

"Xianzun, this needs some discipline, right?"

Zhang Xian asked the Immortal Venerable cautiously.

As the main general of Yue Family Army, Zhang Xian was very clear that this legion was just put together, but it was still some distance away from going to the battlefield.

The composition is too complicated.

Veterans of Yue Family Army, local soldiers from Zhenjiang, Lin'an Imperial Guards, and even a large number of former civilians were gathered together in such a mess. Not to mention cooperating with each other, they might not even be able to communicate with each other's language. After all, one cannot expect people from Hangzhou and the north to communicate with each other. Three months of training is essential.

Moreover, there are still many problems when actually going on the expedition. What about the logistical supplies?
Who supplies food?
Who should I turn to if I run out of arrows?
……

Countless questions.

"unnecessary."

The Immortal Venerable said.

"Immortal Lord..."

Zhang Xian still wants to try harder.

However, the Immortal Lord raised his hand to stop him, and then swung the nine-section staff in his hand.

Zhang Xian was stunned for a moment.

Countless armor and weapons swarmed out of the nine-section staff, instantly flooding the dock. However, these armors were different from the ones they wore. They consisted of large steel plates embedded in robes, with the upper body covered in a single steel plate, and the arms shaped like shrimp shells. But at a glance, it was clear that they were all made of extremely high-quality steel, polished to a mirror-like finish, reflecting the sunlight. The upper body plate had a fold line in the middle, and these armors all wore helmets.

The hat has a relatively large brim and a neck guard at the back that is also inlaid with armor plates, and they can clearly intersect at the front.

As for the weapons, they are similar.

But there's something unique about the bow.

Especially arrows.

They are almost the same as a smaller javelin. Zhang Xian, who is an archer, of course understands that this kind of arrow cannot be shot far but has strong armor-piercing ability.

"Come and get your armor and weapons. Take whatever you're used to. But first, let me make it clear, these bows are hard bows. Try to see if you can draw them first."

Yang Feng said.

The armor was commonly used by the heavily armored soldiers of the Ming army at that time.

Similar to Zheng Chenggong's Iron Man Army, but with the torso replaced by a breastplate.

The same goes for other weapons.

But there were no firearms.

If you want to play, just use pure cold weapons.

As for the bows and arrows, they were all captured from the Qing army. We used the strong bows and heavy arrows of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty to shoot at the Jin army.

These were collected by him during the Ming Dynasty. These are basically the pinnacle of cold weapons. Although there is no full body plate armor, it is only unnecessary due to cost. Moreover, because the quality of the steel plates is much better than that of the Song Dynasty, it is actually still enough to surpass the Jin Army. These are genuine Su steel and are carburized and polished.

Yue Yun picked up a bow, pulled it open easily, and put an arrow on it. He signaled the soldier next to him to take off his helmet and put it on the stone. Then he shot an arrow, and the helmet flew away instantly. The soldier quickly picked it up from the ground and found that it was pierced through. Then he walked to Yang Feng and handed it to him with both hands.

"Rubbish!"

Yang Feng took the helmet and threw it away.

Of course, we can't expect the armor of our Great Song Dynasty to be very good.

After all, coal-based iron smelting was once popular in our Song Dynasty.

The soldiers immediately lined up and advanced, choosing between armor and weapons that suited them. Fortunately, the height difference between the Ming and Song dynasties wasn't significant; if it were the Qing dynasty, they wouldn't have been able to wear them. However, a significant percentage of those who could draw the bows were capable. After all, these soldiers were veterans of hundreds of battles, capable of defeating the Jin army head-on. Even by the end of the Ming dynasty, they would have been considered elite. The Eight Banners Manchu bows were indeed stronger than Song bows. A bow weighing ten pounds (100 kg) was considered strong, while a Song bow weighed one stone (100 kg). Using the standard of glutinous rice as a reference, that would be ninety-two pounds. However, one pound (640 grams) is still about sixty kilograms.

Almost the same.

In the presence of hundreds of thousands of people, including those who had already withdrawn, a fully armed legion was completed.

When they rearranged themselves, their temperament was completely different.

A truly wonderful day.

"Okay, let's go!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

"Immortal Master, I have already hired a boat. I wonder which way you would like to go?"

Zhang Xian asked quickly.

"walk?"

Yang Feng looked at him strangely.

Zhang Xian was a little confused.

Yang Feng waved his nine-section staff in front of him.

"Have you never been in?"

Yang Feng said.

The next moment, he waved the nine-section staff in his hand, and all the soldiers in the formation, including Zhang Xian, rushed into the nine-section staff like water sucked into a waterspout. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the people around, the huge formation of 8,000 soldiers disappeared completely in the blink of an eye, leaving only old armor and weapons discarded all over the ground.

The next moment, everyone knelt down, trembling as they worshipped the Immortal Lord.

"Tell your emperor that I am going to Zhuxian Town. Marshal Yue was originally in Zhuxian Town, but was recalled by Zhao Gou with twelve golden medals, which led to his failure. Today, I will start from Zhuxian Town.

As for him, let him do whatever he wants!

I won't stop after I take Kaifeng. If he can't take it in time, leave it to Jin Wushu!"

Yang Feng shouted.

After saying that, he directly boarded the golden dragon, then soared into the air and disappeared into the blue sky.

Of course, there is no need to march. It would take these infantrymen about half a year to reach Huanglongfu, not to mention the countless battles along the way, so they can just pack up and fly over.

Frog leaping combat,

A few minutes later.

Yang Feng had already reached Zhuxian Town and released the still-dazed 8,000 soldiers. Yue Yun, Zhang Xian, and the Yue Family Army in particular all looked back at the place they had once been, as if in a dream. They had once seen their dream of retaking Kaifeng come true, only to be forcibly recalled by their own emperor, and now they were here again.

"Forward, target Kaifeng. Open Kaifeng and use the heads of the Jin army to pay tribute to Marshal Yue!"

Yang Feng, wearing golden armor, rode his rhinoceros and pointed his Fangtian Huaji in the direction of Kaifeng.

"kill!"

Yue Yun roared excitedly.

"Kill!"

……

The next moment, there was a roar that shook the wilderness.

Eight thousand fully armed soldiers, following their immortal master, rushed towards the former capital of the Song Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)