Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 86: Dugu Qiubai!
The unfortunate Yang Lianzhenjia was soaking in a big barrel, flapping his legs desperately, trying to escape from this hell, just like a chicken that had been bled and thrown into the barrel in a chicken slaughterhouse.

But Yue Yun's two iron spikes were pressed on the lid.

Yang Lianzhenjia's screams turned into a strange noise inside the barrel, echoing on the Imperial Street.

The liquid in the bucket was also changing color.

There was no other sound on the entire Imperial Street except Yang Lianzhenjia's screams. Even Mo Suhu on the opposite side was silent. Everyone was looking at the barrel in fear, watching Yang Lianzhenjia's struggles inside becoming weaker and weaker, and even turned into scratching. However, this barrel was made of very thick plastic, and it was impossible to scratch it open at least before he died.

This was originally custom-made by Yang Feng, and this use was taken into consideration when it was first designed.

You can't expect to cut through it with a knife.

"That's not much magic!"

Yang Feng sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with a disappointed look on his face.

Mo Suhu looked at him awkwardly.

"If he is like this, then his master, Ba Siba, is probably the same, right?

So disappointing.

I thought there was someone truly powerful enough to challenge me, but it turns out they're all liars. Is there no such thing as a truly powerful person in this world? Is it true that even my wish to defeat them is unattainable?
Being invincible is so lonely!

Dugu Qiubai!"

Yang Feng continued to pretend to be cool.

"You, you monster! I have many masters in the Great Yuan. Even if Yang Lianzhenjia can't defeat you, there are other masters who can deal with you. You wait here. I will report to the Khan and ask him to send a real master. You wait here."

Mo Su suddenly said.

After saying that, he turned around without hesitation.

"Do you think you can still walk?"

Yang Feng said.

At the same time, heavily armored soldiers poured out from the alleys on both sides.

At the same time, many archers who had climbed onto the buildings on both sides raised their bows and arrows and aimed at the Mongolian cavalry. These archers were all equipped with powerful bows and heavy arrows from the elite Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, like small javelins, ready to be fired from high above. Misu suddenly looked around in horror. Even behind them, heavily armored soldiers appeared, each one with a long sword in heavy armor, forming a dense formation on the street and even began to slowly press forward.
Yang Feng's subordinates included a large number of local people. Although more than a hundred years had passed, the streets of this city had not actually changed much. Together with the guide, they quickly got behind the Mongolian cavalry.

Misuhu was completely surrounded.

He watched there in horror.

"kill!"

Yang Feng said.

The next moment, countless roars rang out.

All the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry, including those behind Yang Feng. They passed by his sofa on both sides like a raging torrent and violently crashed into the Mongolian cavalry.

Yue Yun was still rushing in the front, with an iron spike in each hand and heading straight for Mosuhu.

As for Yang Lianzhenjia...

Of course, he's still not dead.

However, he no longer had the strength to struggle. Two strangely shaped hands stretched out from the barrel, grabbing the mouth of the barrel, and an equally strangely shaped head poked out.

The image is like a victim in an American slasher movie.

You can even see the bones on one hand.

The face also looks a bit like the one that was spit out by the giant octopus in the extreme cold.

However, thanks to his fatness, he would not die in a short time. After all, the fat layer also served as protection. He just clung to the edge of the bucket, cawing with a hoarse voice like a goose with its neck strangled, and wanted to find someone to help him. But unfortunately, all the passers-by were enemies. A bad guy who passed by even viciously hit him on the hand twice with the bone hammer in his hand.

Then he fell and never got back up.

At this time, Mo Suhu had been knocked off his horse by Yue Yun with an iron spike.

"Drag him here."

Yang Feng shouted to Yue Yun who was about to hit him with the iron spike again.

The latter casually stabbed Su Hu's butt with an iron spike and dragged him over.

Mo Su suddenly turned over and knelt down, enduring the severe pain.

"Go back and tell Kublai Khan to send all the Zhao clan members you have, but not those from Zhao Er's line, but from Zhao Kuangyin's line, to Kaifeng. I will come to receive them in three months. If I don't see them in Kaifeng after three months, lead your men and march directly into Yanjing. Remember this?"

Yang Feng said.

"Remember, remember it clearly."

Mo Suhu said with a cold sweat on his head.

"Castrate him, then break all the bones in his limbs, break them into small pieces, cut off his ears and nose, dig out his eyes, but leave his tongue, after all, he still needs to deliver messages.

Then find one of their women and send him to Jiankang."

Yang Feng said.

"My subordinate understands!"

Yue Yun said immediately.

Amidst the subsequent screams of Mosuhu, Yang Feng immediately stood up and looked at the battlefield in front of him.

"Everyone retreat!"

he shouted.

The soldiers in front immediately retreated, dragging their injured comrades away.

This has become a habit.

After all, in the chaos of a battle, one cannot expect the Immortal Lord to rescue each and every one of them. However, since the thickest parts of these soldiers are their breastplates and helmets, they are unlikely to suffer injuries that would cause immediate death. Therefore, during the battle, some soldiers will be responsible for dragging out their injured companions, and then gather them behind the front line to wait for resurrection.

The remaining Mongolian cavalry who were surrounded and beaten also took the opportunity to quickly gather and re-form their formation.

Their fighting power is still not weak.

After all, these should be the elite troops in Mosuhu's hands, and they do not look like Mongolians, but basically Semites.

Ahama was a Central Asian from Samarkand. His ancestors were probably Karluk or Turkic. That place had been ruled by the Western Liao Dynasty, Khwarezm, Kara Khan and other dynasties, and the ethnic groups had been mixed up for a long time.

They looked at this devilish man silently.

Their commander was screaming, and the unfortunate Mo Suhu was at Yue Yun's feet. The latter was holding an iron spike and pounding his legs very seriously. After all, the Immortal Venerable wanted fine details, so Yue Yun was breaking the bones in his legs bit by bit, and he pounded them very measuredly to prevent him from losing too much blood and not being able to recover.

"I remember you were most afraid of Hellfire, right?"

Yang Feng said.

The soldiers looked at him in confusion.

"Then I'll give you Hellfire!"

He said.

After saying that, he took the torch handed to him by the soldier and threw it up.

The Seljuq soldiers looked at the torch falling in confusion.

Just when it was less than two meters away from the ground, Yang Feng suddenly pointed the nine-section staff in his hand, and the next moment something like water spurted out, but when it hit the torch, it turned into a terrifying fire dragon. It hit the Seljuq soldiers with high-temperature air waves, and then surged through them, engulfing all the Seljuq soldiers in the sea of ​​fire.

They screamed and their bodies were on fire, and they fled like crazy, or rather rushed towards the surrounding opponents. Of course, the opponents were well prepared.

Then spears and sabers ended their lives.

Those who were unable to escape quickly because they were gathered together could only scream in the sea of ​​fire.

"Can't we set fire without a dragon?"

Yang Feng said proudly.

The method is simple.

Store enough gasoline in the Fang Tian Hua Ji and ignite it when you throw it out.

After he returned at the end of the Ming Dynasty, he made sufficient preparations and designed many tactics, but he couldn't use them before because he had dragons. Now he can use them without dragons.

"Conscript all young men in the city, aged 50 and under, regardless of gender, aged 15 and over."

Against the backdrop of the burning Seljuq soldiers, Yang Feng spoke to Yue Fei behind him.

"Hurry up, conscript the men!"

Xiao Feng shouted righteously.

Then those soldiers who couldn't squeeze into the battlefield immediately rushed towards the young and strong people who were watching the excitement.

We must conscript men!
Yang Feng couldn't stay for long. He had to defend himself and expand outward, but that didn't concern him. After this battle, if the Mongols came back, they would definitely massacre the city. If he didn't want to die, he should just take up arms. They could use the Ming Dynasty's banner. The Ming Empress had already reached Diaoyucheng and successfully subdued the defenders. Although both dragons were hers, Yang Feng could still share vision and even call upon them when needed.

At this time, Her Majesty the Empress of the Ming Dynasty had already ascended the throne in Diaoyucheng and was accepting the homage of her subjects.

No one could resist a fairy who came down from the sky to save them.

Even if she claimed to be the Empress of the Ming Dynasty.

Let it be the Ming Dynasty.

After all, the real purpose of everyone's resistance was not for the Zhao family. Twenty million people in Sichuan were slaughtered and only a corner of eastern Sichuan is left. The prosperous Chengdu has become a ghost town. Everyone has a blood feud with the enemy, and no one will surrender if there is still a choice.

Next she will counterattack Chongqing.

Then continue the counterattack upstream and open up the Yangtze River shipping to connect to Lingxiao City in Yibin.

However, at this time, Shenbi City had already been captured by the Yuan army.

In short, the new Ming Dynasty court has been established and will soon recover eastern Sichuan.

Here we can raise the flag of the Ming Dynasty, and as the founding members and fathers of the Ming Dynasty, we can look forward to the future glory and wealth.

"Marshal Yue, would you like to continue following me or stay here to defend the city?"

Yang Feng asked.

There must be a general in charge here.

The next step was not only to defend Hangzhou, but also to counterattack outward as much as possible, recapture more cities, and establish a self-sufficient territory in Zhejiang. Yue Fei's ability was certainly sufficient, and then he could accept the imperial decree from the Empress of the Ming Dynasty.

In fact, the key to Yang Feng’s problem was not this, but whether Yue Fei was willing to give up his status as a Song official and instead submit to the Empress of the Ming Dynasty.

This is the key.

"Leave it to Zhang Xian!"

Yue Fei sighed and said.

Yang Feng nodded, this kind of thing cannot be forced.

"Zhang Xian, I appoint you as the Governor-General of Fujian and Zhejiang in the Ming Dynasty, confer upon you the title of Duke of Yue, establish a shogunate, and follow the imperial decree to appoint you."

He shouted at Zhang Xian.

The latter quickly knelt down to receive the order.

This is the imperial edict. There is no difference between the one issued by the Immortal Lord and the one issued by the Queen.

"You must hold on here until the Empress's army recaptures Jiangnan."

Yang Feng said.

"Immortal Lord, if the Empress recaptures Chongqing and gains the troops from Sichuan, it won't take her long to reach Jiangnan. The people along the way will surely have plenty of food and drink. As for the Tartars, they are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of the Empress's divine dragon. How can they stop the Empress's army?"

Zhang Xian said with a smile.

He is still very clear about this.

With the Empress's two dragons clearing the way, what army could resist them these days? Furthermore, the Tartars had only just conquered Jiangnan, and they were already struggling to defeat the enemy. If the Empress led a massive army, with her two dragons clearing the way, down the Sichuan River, they would literally be starving for food and drink along the way. He wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer, more than a year at best. In reality, given the current situation, it would take the enemy some time to muster their forces for an attack, after all, the Hangzhou garrison had been completely annihilated.

Yang Feng nodded.

"All local soldiers must stay. I promised you that I would help you recover your homeland, and now I have fulfilled my promise. From now on, you will all be subjects of the Ming Dynasty and follow the Empress as founding fathers."

He then spoke to the heavily armored soldiers.

"Immortal Venerable, what if I am still willing to follow you?"

One of them said cautiously.

"Then follow. Those who want to stay can stay, and those who want to follow can follow."

Yang Feng said.

Of course, the vast majority are definitely willing to stay.

After all, this is their home. Although it is happy to follow Yang Feng as a time and space wanderer, except for a very few who like this, the others are just people who live there to make a living.

Zhang Xian quickly established his shogunate. His personal ability was second only to Yue Fei, so this was no big deal for him. He enlisted all the young and strong men in the city into the military, distributed weapons, and repaired the defenses. Yang Feng also left them some steel cannons. By this time, rudimentary firearms were already in use, so giving them cannons was a necessity. These steel cannons were made of thick-walled steel pipes in modern times, with only the barrels but no gun mounts.

They can just match it themselves.

You can place it directly on the stone base without using a gun mount.

They also seized a lot of war horses, so they had cavalry, as well as weapons and armor of the Yuan army. In fact, they could make these themselves. Even if there was no iron ore in Hangzhou, they could just melt all the other iron and copper tools as raw materials. There was no shortage of craftsmen here.

Moreover, there is enough food in the city, and shipping can be used for purchase later.

You can really attack or defend.

As for the people in the city...

Do they have any other choice?
The corpses of the Yuan soldiers in the city were all taken away by Yang Feng according to the method he used in Nanjing. Each family took one body back to feed the dogs. If there were no dogs, the whole family would have a meal together, and the soldiers would watch over the meal and make sure they finished eating.

The head is hung in front of the door.

Bones buried in the pit.

If you don't do it, your whole family will be killed.

So their retreat route has been cut off. If the Yuan army captures Hangzhou, nothing taller than a wheel will be left in the entire city.

Either follow the Duke of Yue designated by the immortal and hold out to wait for the army of another immortal, or wait for the Yuan army to massacre the city. This choice is easy to make. There are hundreds of thousands of young and strong people here, and if women are included, there will be more than 500,000 people without any problem. If all the people are soldiers, as long as there is food, there is no possibility of being captured.

As for food...

My Yuan Dynasty has been plundering food from all over the place during this period, and is preparing to ship food to Dadu by sea once the north thaws. The food just happens to be piled up in the city!

Although Hangzhou has a large population, even if people don't go out to rob food, it is enough to last for half a year. What's more, this area is a grain-producing area, so it is easy to go out to rob or to go out to buy gold, silver and jewelry.

Zhang Xian then truly demonstrated his prowess as Yue Fei's replacement. In just three days, he forcibly assembled an army of 300,000 men through conscription, and with the remaining soldiers, he completed the initial formation. He even engaged a exploratory Yuan army, defeating it with steel cannons and crossbows, and also seized some warehouses on the south bank. By the time Yang Feng left Hangzhou, the Ming Governor-General of Fujian and Zhejiang, the Yue State Shogunate, was already functioning effectively.

(End of this chapter)