Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 85: The Saint Monk Conquers the Demon

The stunned Mongolian cavalry turned around and retreated without hesitation.

Of course, it wasn't just that he was stunned.

After all, the legion that appeared on the Imperial Street at this time was completely beyond their ability to resist.

Tens of thousands of well-equipped soldiers.

At that time, it was hard to say whether there were more than 10,000 Yuan troops left in Hangzhou!
This place is no longer a battlefield. The Empress Dowager of the Great Song Dynasty surrendered more than two years ago. Even the former supreme commander of the Yuan army, Bayan, had already moved to Mongolia to sit in Khorum to attack Xiliji. Now the supreme commander of the Yuan army in Jiangnan is Alahan, Bayan's former deputy, or Aleha.

And he is not in Hangzhou.

He served as the Right Prime Minister of the Secretariat, Vice Prime Minister, and Envoy of Jiangdong, stationed in Jiankang.

Yashan was just the end of the Yuan army's pursuit of the fleeing Song army that lasted for more than two years.

Then tens of thousands of elite soldiers suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

And it's in the city.

The Yuan army was completely confused.

They didn't even launch another attack afterwards.

Surrounded by Yue Fei and his companions, Yang Feng, leaning on his nine-section staff, proudly entered the Hening Gate and entered the ruined Great Song Imperial City. Traces of the fire two years prior still lingered, making it clear the Mongols had shown no interest in repairing it. The foundations of the former palaces were mostly charred and rotten wood, with only a few remaining intact. Many of the ruins had clearly been cleared, though perhaps collected for firewood. Weeds had long since grown, and in some places, even small saplings had grown tall. As they entered, they occasionally stumbled upon startled small animals, a vibrant scene of life.

"I will see you among the thorns!"

Standing in front of the once magnificent hall, Yang Feng sighed at the overgrown ruins.

"Now we are really in the thorns!"

He continued.

Yue Fei next to him was already kneeling there crying facing a remaining hall.

His feelings are different from Yang Feng's!

To Yang Feng, this place was just a passing tourist attraction. He had seen many examples of the decline of prosperity. There was nothing special about this Song Dynasty palace. The one in Kaifeng was not much bigger than it, and it was incomparable to the one in the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

At most, he just expressed his feelings.

But for Yue Fei, this was the symbol he had guarded all his life.

He had knelt in this palace countless times with loyalty.

The ruins before him symbolized that his lifelong protection had finally turned to ashes.

His Song Dynasty is gone.

And it wasn't that sudden.

A few days ago, he was still watching Jin Wushu being fried in oil above this city, and then in the blink of an eye, this place became a ruin. It could almost be said that he closed his eyes and opened them again, and countless magnificent pavilions and towers, and splendid palaces, turned into thorny ruins in an instant.

It was so fast that it seemed like the switching of pictures.

"Get up, there's no need to mourn for the Zhao family. They did it all themselves. It's not like we didn't give them a chance."

Yang Feng said.

At this time Xiao Feng came over.

"Immortal Venerable, the Tartars have sent someone to request an audience."

He said.

Then he looked at the huge ruins in front of him with curiosity.

"This is the Southern Dynasty Palace. How did it become like this?"

He said with a hint of gloating.

"You Khitans didn't even leave this behind."

Zhang Xian said unhappily.

Xiao Feng was speechless. Indeed, in this chaotic struggle for supremacy, they were the first to be eliminated. The Southern Dynasty at least had the ruins of an imperial palace left, while their Liao Dynasty palace had probably changed owners several times. So, if you look closely, they were all the same, wandering ghosts left over from the old world, except that now these wandering ghosts had an Immortal Lord.

"go!"

Yang Feng said.

Then he turned and left.

They returned to the Imperial Street along the same route, where a Mongolian official was already waiting for them.

When the latter saw him come out, he hurriedly put on a righteous attitude and stepped forward.

"Your Mightiness……"

He said.

"kill him!"

Yang Feng said.

Before the official could react, the soldier next to him swung his saber and instantly chopped off half of his head and shoulders. The remaining half of his face was frozen in astonishment as he fell to the ground with his brains flowing out.

The Mongol soldiers who followed him tried to flee without hesitation, but the flashes of sabers slashed through them, severing them all. Farther away, the Yuan soldiers, arrayed in formation and watching, roared in anger, raising their bows and arrows. Yang Feng reached the center of the Imperial Street, facing the countless arrows raining down overhead. Those who followed him also watched with mockery as the arrows struck them. But far from being killed, no one was even injured. The projectiles had no chance of piercing their armor; at best, some lodged in the seams.

But it still didn't break the defense.

After all, their armor is not just made of steel, there is also cotton armor underneath, and a raw silk lining underneath that.

This is the standard armor of the Ming army in the Ming Dynasty time and space. It is no longer intended to block arrows.

This is used to block powerful crossbows, bullets, and even cannon and small shotgun shells.

"It's my turn."

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

The next moment he swung the nine-section staff in his hand forward, and countless small black dots whizzed out, instantly crashing into the Mongolian cavalry, turning into dense exploding flames, and their limbs and arms flew in the explosion.

Of course, they were just some 30mm shells that he had picked up by sneaking onto the two-mao battlefield.

While buying weapons in the modern era is certainly easy to spot, it's still easy to travel to Crimea under the guise of a trip and then sneak into battlefields or even armories with a dragon to pick up weapons. He picked up more than just this, but against an opponent like the Mongol cavalry, it's really not worth using high-end goods. It's just for show; the real stuff is better for a safer situation.

What if the next time you travel to a certain time and space, a group of people with flying swords suddenly appear?

He has no confidence without a 240mm artillery shell!

The explosion was over in a flash.

Nearly a thousand Mongolian cavalrymen who were originally lined up were directly turned into a pile of broken limbs and arms in the explosion of more than 800 Type 30 shells. The few survivors lay in the blood, holding up their broken arms, screaming heart-wrenchingly, just like the people who were massacred by them.

The merchants who were still confined to the corridors on both sides of the Imperial Street were shivering.

"Clear the entire city, and kill all the enemy troops inside and those who have defected to the enemy and become officials.

Any male member of his family who is taller than the wheel will be killed."

Yang Feng said immediately.

Yue Fei wanted to say something else.

"These are their own rules. I'm just using their rules against them."

Yang Feng said.

"kill!"

Xiao Feng roared excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, the heavily armed soldiers on Imperial Street roared with excitement, and the next moment, like unleashed beasts, they rushed towards the city ahead. Yang Feng, leaning on his nine-section staff, led Yue Fei and other generals as they continued along Imperial Street. Soldiers on either side continually rushed into the mansions, dragging out the foreign conquerors who had occupied them. According to their own rules, anyone taller than the wheels of the Song Dynasty's wheel would be executed. The same fate befell former Song officials who had surrendered and continued to serve in government.

"I am the Minister of the Song Dynasty, I am the Minister of the Song Dynasty..."

An old guy was still screaming.

"Traitor!"

Yang Feng pointed with his nine-section staff.

The next moment, the soldier's saber fell, and the minister, who didn't know what he was talking about, was beheaded.

"The common people do not eat the Zhao family's salary, and have no duty to be loyal. You have eaten the Zhao family's salary for generations, and you can neither die for your loyalty nor hide from the world to prove your innocence. Instead, you flatter the alien race in order to continue to enjoy wealth and glory. You are worse than dogs. Even dogs know how to love their masters. If I don't kill you and let you continue to enjoy wealth and glory, how can I be worthy of those who died for their loyalty. I can tell you that Zhang Shijie's army was completely wiped out at Yashan. Not a single soldier in the 100,000-man army surrendered. Lu Xiufu carried the last emperor Zhao Bing on his back and jumped into the sea. The Yashan coast is piled with corpses. How can you dogs face them?
kill!

Anyone who has meritorious service and surrenders to the enemy as an official will have their entire clan exterminated, and any male taller than a wheel will be killed.” Yang Feng shouted at those who were crying out for injustice.

"Monster, you monster."

One of them howled in grief and anger.

But at this moment, countless Yuan troops swarmed into the street ahead.

And there is actually a group of masters inside.

The guy's eyes lit up instantly, and he even struggled to stand up while being held down by two soldiers.

"The holy monk is here! The holy monk is here to get rid of you, this evil monster!"

He shouted excitedly.

Yang Feng also looked at this scene with some confusion.

"God, this evil monk was sent by the Tartars. His name is Yang Lianzhenjia. He has been wreaking havoc in Jiangnan these days, stealing countless treasures and destroying the temples and monasteries of the Song Dynasty to make them his own. These officials used to call him an evil monk, but now that the gods have arrived, they have started calling him a holy monk. He is indeed worse than a dog."

One of the people watching the excitement nearby shouted with a smile.

"What about the one in front?"

Yang Feng looked at the Mongolian general who came with his troops.

"That's the Tartar who's guarding this place. His name is Darughachi, and he's said to be the prime minister's son. His name is Masuhu, and he's a Seljuq."

The latter answered quickly.

The Yuan army had already stopped and formed a battle formation.

Yue Fei looked at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng waved his hand and walked straight forward.

Yue Fei signaled his son to follow him, and the other troops were allowed to do what they were supposed to do.

Yang Feng, leaning on a nine-section staff, walked forward along the Imperial Street under the protection of Yue Yun, who was holding two iron spikes. On the streets behind them, the Yuan Dynasty officials who were searched out were still being killed with their entire families. Even the unruly people could not help it and joined the ranks of those who took advantage of the opportunity to take what they needed. In the final analysis, those who had been watching knew very well who had the final say in this city.

Yang Feng quickly walked to the front of the Yuan army, and countless arrows were pointed at him and Yue Yun.

The Yuan army generals looked at him warily.

Since he was the son of the prime minister, he must have been the son of Kublai Khan's confidant Ahama at that time.

For Ahama, who was mainly concerned with making money, it was indeed reasonable to let his son take up the most lucrative position, the Darughachi of Hangzhou.

"Masuhu, ask Yang Lianzhenjia to come over."

Yang Feng said.

Mo Su suddenly sneered and turned to look at Yang Lianzhenjia behind him.

the latter……

The latter hesitated.

"Come here, let's fight!"

Yang Feng said calmly.

Mosuhu also looked at the fat Yang Lianzhenjia with an urging look. The latter looked at the masters beside him with some embarrassment. He was actually the one Mosuhu called to exorcise the monster. He just heard about the monster's methods on the way and realized that this might be true. But it was impossible for him to leave. At this time, his backer Sangge had not yet become the prime minister, and Mosuhu was the son of the legitimate prime minister Ahama.

He still has to listen to Mo Suhu.

He gritted his teeth, restored his solemn appearance, and then led his masters forward.

"Demon, surrender quickly!"

he shouted.

"I heard you like to dig up dead bodies from graves and play with them?"

Yang Feng asked curiously.

"This is a secret method of cultivation. How can a demon like you understand it?"

Yang Lianzhenjia said proudly.

"Aren't you afraid of getting infected with some bacteria and ruining it?"

Yang Feng exclaimed.

Yang Lianzhenjia's expression changed.

"Well, it seems I've really gotten it."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

Then he tapped the ground with the nine-section staff in his hand, and a large sofa appeared. He sat down calmly under Yang Lianzhenjia's obviously panicked gaze. Yue Yun continued to stand loyally by his side. Then Yang Feng took out a bottle of Coke from the storage box of the sofa and gave another one to Yue Yun.

"Come, let me see what skills you have in exorcising demons."

He sat on the sofa, unscrewing the Coke bottle and talking as if he was watching a monkey show.

Yang Lianzhenjia stood there awkwardly.

"Do it quickly!"

Mo Su suddenly said angrily.

Yang Lianzhenjia quickly picked up a strange-looking magic weapon and began to point and chant. The masters behind him also took out their magic weapons and began to chant. Yue Yun just put down the double iron spikes and imitated Yang Feng to unscrew the Coke. It must have been shaken too badly, and the liquid sprayed out as soon as it was opened.

He was so frightened that he instinctively took a step back.

"Arhat subdues the demon!"

Yang Lianzhenjia shouted and pointed the magic weapon in his hand at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng calmly drank a sip of Coke.

Yang Lianzhenjia maintained the posture of pointing at Yang Feng.

The scene was a little awkward.

He suddenly threw the magic weapon at Yang Feng, then turned around and ran away as fast as he could.

But the next moment Yue Yun came behind him, grabbed his neck and dragged him back.

The other masters also ran away.

Yue Yun held Yang Lianzhenjia in one hand and the iron spike in the other, and smashed into them fiercely. In the blink of an eye, they all fell to the ground in a bloody mess...

"What a weak master!"

Yue Yun was also speechless. He looked at the master who was twitching on the ground with contempt, then dragged Yang Lianzhenjia to Yang Feng.

At the same time, a large white barrel appeared out of thin air in front of him.

There was also a bucket of liquid inside.

"Throw him in."

Yang Feng said.

Yue Yun immediately tried to lift the lid, but it was screwed on. He turned to unscrew it, and as soon as he opened it, a pungent smoke rose from inside. Yang Lianzhenjia immediately realized that something was wrong, and he struggled in fear. Yue Yun thought that he was struggling too hard and it was difficult to let him go, so he lifted him up and suddenly threw him to the ground, like throwing a fish. Yang Lianzhenjia made a strange sound when he was thrown, and then he lost the ability to struggle.

Yue Yun lifted him up again with satisfaction, and then inserted him into the bucket starting from the legs.

"what……"

As soon as Yang Lianzhenjia's legs went in, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

And the whole person became sober instantly.

He struggled like crazy, trying to get out, but Yue Yun would certainly not let him out. He simply pushed him in with force. Yang Lianzhenjia was suppressed by his strength and even his head went in, but the next moment he poked his head out from the liquid, and his face was obviously covered with bubbles.

Yue Yun quickly took the lid and pressed it down.

"what……"

Yang Lianzhenjia's heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the Imperial Street.

(End of this chapter)