Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 84 Where is my oil pan? How come such a big oil pan is gone?
The ambitious princess finally left.

And she brought one of her ancestors...

Maternal ancestors are also considered ancestors.

She was going to Diaoyucheng in Sichuan to subdue the remaining Song Dynasty subjects there.

One of her ancestors went to testify.

Xiao Chen will tell the defenders there that their Song Dynasty has been destroyed, and completely destroyed. The last emperor, who was only eight years old, was carried by Prime Minister Lu to jump into the sea and die for his country. Next, they can either accept a new dynasty that can lead them to expel the Tartars and avenge the Zhao emperor, or they can only surrender to the enemy they have been resisting.

Of course, that's impossible.

Because Her Majesty the Empress of the Ming Dynasty will kill them if they choose to surrender to the enemy.

Of course, they couldn't surrender, after all, they were the ones who killed Mongke.

How dare you surrender!

Her Majesty the Empress of the Ming Dynasty is a god who has descended to earth and will give them everything they want.

New firearms.

Endless food.

He even planned to set up a cabinet and let his subjects elect court officials.

……

Countless benefits.

She had only one goal, which was to establish an empire called the Ming Dynasty, and then forcibly find her ancestors to pair up one by one and finally give birth to Zhu Yuanzhang. She would then pass the empire to Zhu Yuanzhang. As for other things, they were not important, and she probably had no interest in managing the country.

After all, she has been playing in the modern world for a while, and her thoughts are not so old-fashioned anymore.

In fact, she probably doesn’t care whether the last born, Old Zhu, is still Old Zhu.

Just get the process right.

She will succeed.

And those who are still fighting for the Song Dynasty in the remaining mountain cities in Sichuan will be conquered one by one by her and eventually become her loyal subjects.

I am a minister of Song, and the one who can avenge the Lord of Song is my lord.

If officials in the late Ming Dynasty could use this excuse to open Shanhaiguan Pass with a clear conscience, why couldn't the Song officials of this era use the same reason to kneel at the feet of the Ming Empress? Moreover, she also had two dragons, belonging to the true dragon emperor. She took both dragons away, after all, they were her ancestral possessions. Yang Feng, on the other hand, left behind the Fang Tian Hua Ji, which had nothing to do with her ancestors.

"Xianzun, what should we do then?"

Yue Fei looked cautiously at Yang Feng who was still sighing.

"we?"

Yang Feng turned around and looked at the tens of thousands of people crowded on the coast.

There are indeed hundreds of thousands.

Most of these were brought from Kaifeng, along with the recruited soldiers and Khitans he had captured during his campaign against Huanglong. In fact, there were also Han and Bohai people. During this period, he recruited nearly 10,000 people, though most of them were young women. So the total population he brought to Yashan was 140,000. After being released, these people had already established camps along the coast and had begun cooking. Amid the corpses strewn along the coast, countless such cauldrons rose with steam, and men, women, young and old of all ethnic groups sang joyfully, like flowers growing on rotting wood, a vibrant scene of life, a scene of all things blooming.

"I promised you that I would lead you to reclaim your homeland. Next, I will lead you to reclaim Kaifeng and rebuild the city.

I will lead you to recapture Lin'an.

Liaodong's..."

Yang Feng said.

"Immortal Lord, we are unwilling to go back."

Xiao Feng and others knelt down and said without hesitation.

"Well, if you don't want to, forget it."

Yang Feng said.

There was indeed a lack of attraction there.

We can’t blame them, after all, what they dreamed of was actually going south to forage for food.

"Then you can just respect the Empress of the Ming Dynasty from afar. She will give you official titles, and you will all be her loyal ministers serving as her servants. Of course, if you are still willing to follow me, I welcome that too.

However, I must state that I'm only a sojourner here. In reality, I'll have to travel to many other eras I can't even fathom, so if you follow me, you'll just be a group of wanderers from one time to another. Even what you'll encounter in these time and space is currently unknown. If you follow me now and feel invincible, you might face truly formidable enemies in the next time and space.

Yang Feng said.

"Immortal Venerable, I don't understand, but I just need to follow you."

Xiao Feng said without hesitation.

"There's no rush for this. You can choose when the time comes."

Yang Feng said.

"So we're going to Lin'an next?"

Yue Fei said.

"Then let's go to Lin'an!"

Yang Feng waved the nine-section staff in his hand.

There is nothing left to do here at Yashan. Zhang Hongfan is the main commander in this pursuit, and Li Heng of the Tangut clan of Western Xia is also involved. Now Zhang Hongfan has been pushed into a rock, and his only purpose in staying in Guangdong is to clean up the remaining Yuan army headed by Li Heng. This has nothing much to do with Yang Feng.

In addition, Wen Tianxiang should be imprisoned on a warship of the Yuan army.

but……

He should just be loyal to his Song Dynasty!
Besides, he didn't die here. It would take him several years to die.

Lin'an.

Yang Feng, dressed in a studio-style flying fish suit and leaning on a nine-section staff, revisited his old haunts. He proudly walked down the now-conspicuously deserted Imperial Street. The merchants still operating on both sides looked at him blankly. However, the present was not the past after all, and this Imperial Street had long ceased to be an Imperial Street. It was likely that Mongolian soldiers often walked through it on weekdays, so no one stepped forward to stop him.

In fact, even the imperial palace was gone at that time. Shortly after the surrender, the Southern Song imperial palace was burned down due to a fire in the civilian population.

As for how the fire among the people spread across the layers of walls protecting it...

Who knows!

If there is a fire, then there is a fire!

After all, the Mongolian masters who occupied this city could not avoid the need for some fire.

It was very troublesome that the gold, silver and jewelry sent to Kublai Khan did not match the official records of the Song Dynasty Palace, but a fire destroyed the latter, so of course there was no problem of whether they matched.

In short, this fire burned down most of the Southern Song Dynasty imperial palace.

Yang Feng walked all the way to Henan Gate.

then……

"Where's my oil pan? How come such a big oil pan of mine is gone?"

He exclaimed in an exaggerated tone.

The two Mongolian soldiers who had been staring at him finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"You ignorant, foolish dog."

One of them cursed.

Then he drew his knife, stepped forward, and chopped off Yang Feng's head.

But the next moment, another person appeared beside him. Before he could react, the iron spike in his hand came crashing down. He instinctively raised his sword to block, but the spike was too heavy, and his sword and the spike collided with his head, causing him to fall down with his brain splattering. Another Mongol soldier rushed forward, but he was also accompanied by another person. The saber in his hand whistled down, instantly slashing his shoulder diagonally. His head and half of his body fell downward in the flash of the blade.

"Kill people! Kill the Mongolian master!"

There were screams of terror in the back, and the merchants and customers who were shopping were frightened and ran away in all directions.

And more Mongolian soldiers rushed towards this side.

But at the same time, more heavily armored soldiers appeared, all wearing iron armor that left only their eyes visible. Wielding sabers, they instantly collided with the Mongols, their blades slicing through their bodies with ease, their blood flowing across the Imperial Street. Meanwhile, the man with the twin iron spikes, leading some of his soldiers, rushed towards the opened Hening Gate. As they entered, more soldiers materialized out of thin air, seemingly endlessly occupying the Imperial Street. Some soldiers had already thrown ropes onto the city walls and began to climb. In a flash, the man with the twin iron spikes appeared on the wall, smashing the Mongol soldiers who tried to stop him into pieces, their brains splattering under his fierce blows.

"I thought it was very powerful, but it's just like this, not even as strong as Jin Wushu's Iron Pagoda."

He also laughed at others.

But this is also true.

Although Jin Wushu failed in his campaign against Mongolia in history, it was not a matter of being unable to defeat the enemy.

If a real fight were to happen, the Mongolian soldiers would not be able to defeat the Iron Pagoda.

Because it happened so suddenly, the few Mongolian soldiers on the Imperial Street were cleared out in a blink of an eye, and those heavily armored soldiers who appeared out of nowhere not only occupied the walls of the imperial city, but also quickly blocked the Imperial Street. All the merchants who did not have time to escape were driven to the man.

"Can anyone tell me where my huge oil pan went?

An oil pan with a mouth as long as the door panel.

I made it clear that you have to stay here.

Who stole it from me?"

He was still roaring.

A man with a white beard staggered forward with a cane.

"Sir, when I was little, there was indeed a large cauldron on this Imperial Street. Legend has it that when Marshal Yue was sweeping across the north to capture Jin Wushu, he was drowned in this cauldron. Therefore, the court kept it and even built a pavilion to protect it. But before I got married, the cauldron rusted with age and fell apart. The court then moved it to the tomb of Prince Yue and buried it. It's been sixty years now, and I imagine it's turned to dust."

He knelt on the ground and said carefully.

"Uh, Marshal Yue sweeps the north?"

Yang Feng said in shock.

Yue Fei next to him also looked stunned.

"Back then, Marshal Yue was framed and imprisoned by the treacherous minister Qin Hui. Upon his ascension to the throne, Emperor Xiaozong redressed his wrongdoing. Grateful, Marshal Yue bravely led his troops forward, all the way to Youzhou, capturing Jin Wushu alive. Although forced to withdraw due to a lack of reinforcements, he managed to frighten the Jin Kingdom into suing for peace, thus preserving peace for the Song Dynasty for over a hundred years. However, Marshal Yue fell ill on the way and died before returning to the court.

Therefore, Emperor Xiaozong had Jin Wushu boiled in oil on the Imperial Street as a sacrifice to Marshal Yue.

A man next to him, who was obviously a scholar, said with a proud expression on his face.

"And now you surrender without a fight?"

Yang Feng said.

"Uh, this, how can this be the same? The Yuan Emperor is respectful to the wise and humble, and Prime Minister Boyan is benevolent and loves the people. Moreover, the Song Dynasty has ended, and the Empress Dowager clearly obeyed and returned to the Yuan Dynasty. How can the Jin people compare?"

The latter said angrily.

"So you, a barbarian dog, are proud of this?"

Yang Feng said.

The scholar was about to get angry, but he suddenly understood and quickly retreated into the crowd.

But he was grabbed by two soldiers and pinned to the ground.

"Xianzun, what should we do with this bastard?"

One of them asked in the local dialect.

"What are you trying to do? I'm a scholar, and my ancestors also followed Marshal Yue to sweep the north."

The scholar howled.

"What's your ancestor's name?"

Yue Fei asked.

"My surname is Liu, my great ancestor's name was Hu, and he died while accompanying Marshal Yue on his campaign to conquer the north."

The scholar shouted.

The soldier holding him down was stunned for a moment, looking at him in confusion, then suddenly came to his senses and stepped on his face.

"You bastard, you bastard, your ancestors killed the Tartars, but you are proud to surrender to the Tartars. I will kill you."

He stepped on it and pulled out a knife to chop it down.

"Forget it, just break his legs. If we really want to kill him like this, we'll have to kill everyone in the city."

Yang Feng said.

This guy’s name is Liu Hu!

But now he is younger than his descendants.

He must have been a coolie before, and it was obvious that the gold brick given to his family made his family make a breakthrough from coolies to scholars. Although Yang Feng required that the recruits must have no family burden, such matters could not be investigated carefully. There were many people who risked their lives just to leave a gold brick for their parents, wives and children.

Liu Hu quickly knelt down and kowtowed, then took the bone from his companion who was watching with laughter and hit it directly on his descendant's calf. The latter screamed, and the angle of his leg was obviously abnormal. Then his ancestor broke his other leg.

Only then did Liu Hu kowtow to the Immortal Lord in shame and apologize.

"The Tartars are here!"

Yue Yun on the city wall shouted.

On the other side of the street, a large number of Mongolian cavalry appeared.

These Mongolian cavalrymen knocked over the pedestrians on the street without hesitation and then rushed straight to the Imperial Street.

Liu Hu immediately stood up and went back to pick up his saber.

"Kill the Tartars!"

he shouted.

Then he and the heavily armored soldiers charged straight towards the Mongolian cavalry.

They even ignored the latter's charge, relying on their armor and numbers to quickly form a battle array in the street, almost shoulder to shoulder, forming a steel square. Each of them raised a nearly two-meter-long saber, and the moment the cavalry collided with them, Liu Hu and the other frontline soldiers also slashed down with their sabers. The severed Mongol cavalry and their horses collided with them. Liu Hu and his men were knocked back, spitting blood, and suddenly crashed into their companions behind them. But their companions did not retreat. Over ten layers of heavily armored soldiers, with density and numbers, blocked the cavalry.

The charging cavalry was stopped.

At the same time, the heavily armored longsword soldiers behind him passed over their companions who were seriously injured or even pierced by the enemy's spears and moved forward.

They stood among the Mongolian cavalry's horses and cut down the cavalry behind them.

Both the men and the horses were cut off.

Amid the gushing blood of the enemies and their horses, these blood-stained long-sword warriors continued to advance, taking advantage of the chaos of the cavalry huddled together, raising their sabers high in both hands, and slashing down the cavalrymen within their attack range one by one.

Even when pierced by the enemy, they still endured and chopped them down with their swords.

This tactic terrified the Mongol cavalry. They were indeed battle-hardened, having swept across Eurasia, but such an opponent still chilled them to the bone. The longsword bearers simply ignored their attacks, allowing their spears to pierce them. Since their speed was similar, the spears penetrated and the longswords cut down at the same time.

The Mongolian cavalry cursed in horror as they watched these terrifying opponents walking towards them.

Of course, an even more terrifying scene occurred.

The heavily armored soldiers who were pierced by spears and knocked down by horses, vomiting blood, stood up again as the man walked by.

"Kill the Tartars!"

Liu Hu roared, holding his saber in both hands.

He then rushed past a comrade who had been pierced by an opposing spear. The latter grabbed the enemy's spear with both hands, and the Mongolian cavalryman frantically tried to grab it back, but watched in horror as Liu Hu's saber fell. The next moment, the Mongolian cavalryman's head and one shoulder fell with the blade's flash...

(End of this chapter)