Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 94 Tang Dynasty Rescue Plan
The Khan's happiness is so simple and unpretentious...

Even if the people he killed were actually his compatriots.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Yang Feng. While drinking tea, he enjoyed the carnival of killing. After the Khan and his men returned with a string of captured slaves, he opened a space rift for them, allowing them to return to Karakoram with the joy of triumph.

Then he sat side by side with the Khan and accepted the kowtows of Bayan and others.

He is their God.

True God.

Just a few days later, after determining Tokh Temur's exact location, Yang Feng once again opened a spatial rift. Kublai Khan and his vast army, seemingly descending from the heavens, appeared at his nephew's camp and routed him with a surprise attack. As Tokh Temur and his men fled, the pursuing Mongol cavalry drove them into a swollen river. Over 10,000 of them either drowned or were shot in the water, and Tokh Temur was captured.

Of course, he knelt down and repented to his uncle without hesitation.

He was the son of Tore's illegitimate son Suigedu.

However, his uncle did not let him go, but beheaded him in public.

He has returned to the joy of killing, and with the help of the imperial teacher and some power in Kublai Khan's power, he will not give these guys who like to rebel and always accuse him of this and that a chance to rebel again.

kill.

Kill one if you catch one.

Until they were all killed and fell to their knees crying at the feet of the Khan.

He had just killed Tokh Temur when he received word that the combined forces of Xiliji and Toghon had once again crossed the Antai Mountains. And not just them, but Haidu and Duwa had also joined forces eastward, attacking the Gaochang Uighurs, then the Yuan's main support in the Western Regions. The Gaochang Uighur leader, the Uighur Yidu Hu Huochihar Dejin, had issued a distress call in Huozhou. Haidu and his companions also shouted that Kublai Khan was a band of demons, unworthy of the title of Great Khan of the Mongols. As for the identity of these demons, it went unsaid. Duwa, a victim, issued a tearful complaint to the various tribes, accusing Kublai Khan's son Zhenjin of leading Han demons in a surprise attack on Bukhara. He claimed that he had repelled them, and the demons, wounded, fled with Zhenjin.

He is sensible.

It is said that the demons destroyed Bukhara, but he didn't even see it, so no one dared to join his group.

You need to play the victim, but you can't scare others.

Yang Feng and Kublai Khan handed over Mobei to Boyan and then returned to Dadu.

It happened that Alahan led his army back, and together with Alihaya who also returned, and the Han army princes mobilized in Dadu, he quickly assembled an army of 100,000, and then handed over the government to Zhenjin, with Heli Huosun as the regent. He led the army of 100,000, and with the national teacher splitting the space rift, he headed directly towards Huozhou.

Fire State.

"The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds. The wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, across the Yumen Pass."

Under the moonlight, Yang Feng acted like a pretentious Chow Yun-fat and recited a poem.

It was indeed like a bright moon rising from the Tianshan Mountains. After all, this was right next to Turpan. The slightly cloudy night sky, with a full moon pressing down on the snow-capped mountains, was quite poetic. However, the same poetic feeling was certainly not felt in Huozhou City ahead of him. This central city of the Gaochang Uighurs was surrounded by seemingly endless bonfires. Under the moonlight, the countless yurts in the camps looked like mushrooms under the moonlight.

This is the joint forces of Haidu and Duwa.

It is said to be 200,000.

But it has to be at the 100,000 level.

After all, this is a coalition force from all over Central Asia, and even includes cities in southern Xinjiang.

Haidu captured Beshbalik or Tingzhou a few years ago, and Duwa had already controlled southern Xinjiang. He had just occupied Hotan, or its current name, Oduan. The two of them expanded one to the northern Xinjiang and the other to the southern Xinjiang, and finally they converged at the junction of the northern and southern Xinjiang.

"Great Khan, are you ready?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"National Master, today is the day to defeat the enemy."

Kublai Khan said.

Behind them, the accompanying generals were leaving and returning to their respective places.

Alahan, Ali Haiga, Shi Tianze's nephew Shi Shu, Shi Quan, Zhang Honglue...

All the elite troops of the Yuan Dynasty are dispatched.

Behind them, in the moonlit desert, a hundred thousand-man army, each one a thousand miles across, waited silently. Mongol, Han, Khitan, and Jurchen soldiers, their eyes brimming with bloodlust. As they all watched, the Imperial Master stepped forward, a painted halberd in one hand and a jade axe in the other, both raised high, a strange sight in the moonlight.

As for the Khan, he mounted his horse without hesitation and waited.

next moment……

"Haotian God, bring down your punishment and let these sinners wail in the divine fire of death!"

The Imperial Master suddenly shouted.

The next moment, brilliant glitter suddenly appeared in the sky, like a calm surface of water suddenly splattered with oil. Then, meteors fell from these glittering glitters, all aimed at the camps below. But just as they were about to hit the ground, they exploded again, each one turning into a bright rain of fire, spreading down with a blazing light.

"The wind blows down, and the stars fall like rain!"

Dong Shixuan, the son of Dong Wenbing, the commander of Kublai Khan's personal guard, muttered to himself.

This spectacular scene is indeed described in this way.

But the Mongolian and Seljuq soldiers in the camp could not feel any beauty.

Because it's thermite.

This job has to be done by that so-called God, but he should be given a chance to perform!
Almost instantly, the entire camp erupted in flames. Tents ignited by the thermite turned into blazing torches. The Mongol and Semu soldiers inside the tents screamed in terror and ran out, some even screaming in agony at the bright light of the burning thermite...

"kill!"

Kublai Khan roared.

Then the Khan rushed forward.

Dong Shixuan and his guards followed closely behind.

Behind them, 100,000 troops, led by their respective generals, advanced like a tsunami.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

Yang Feng shouted loudly in the torrent.

……

one year later.

Before that so-called God.

"I've found this kind of life a bit addictive. I've begun to understand why you've killed billions of people. When someone possesses the ability to kill without restraint, it seems truly difficult to control them. No wonder those ministers in ancient times always tried every possible way to control their emperors."

Yang Feng said somewhat refreshed.

After helping Kublai Khan defeat the coalition forces of Haidu and Duwa in Huozhou, he continued to pursue them all the way, and together with the Gaochang Uighurs who followed him, they swept through the cities in southern Xinjiang. However, Kublai Khan was too old to bear it, so he was sent back to Dadu halfway, and then he returned to continue leading the troops to the west.

Haidu fled back to Yemili, and Duwa was caught up in Fergana and had to surrender.

But Kublai Khan did not spare him.

In the end, he was beheaded in public in Dadu.

Kublai Khan deposed the Chagatai Khanate and sent one of his sons to Samarkand, where Yang Feng served as a vassal king. This immediately triggered rebellions across the entire Chagatai Khanate. Backed by Yang Feng, the Yuan army, led by Alihaya, comprised of Mongols, Han Chinese, and especially Gaochang Uighurs. Similar to the Mongol armies of the past, they massacred cities. The rebellion in Samarkand was brutally suppressed, and Alihaya, the Gaochang Uighur, used the most brutal means to impose his own policies across Central Asia.

They had been oppressed by the Semites for hundreds of years, and finally they stood up and became the masters.

Of course revenge is needed.

As for the issue of Yang Feng and Gao Yuan, after he personally went to Sakya and helped Ba Siba suppress the internal rebellion, Ba Siba quickly accepted his mythological system that was very much in the style of The Investiture of the Gods, and even took the national teacher as his teacher.

It doesn't affect them anyway.

They are isolated on the plateau and outsiders don't care about them, so they can only explain it themselves.

In this way, the Gaochang Uighurs' worship of the imperial teacher has become as endless as the torrent of a river.

As for the Xiliji Group, it was also wiped out by the Yuan army led by Bayan, and he himself was also killed.

Then, the southern route of the Yuan army, commanded by Yang Feng and Alihaya, marched north, while Bayan led the northern route south, attacking the Ogedei Khanate from both sides. During this period, the Golden Horde, which had been hiding in the background, sent troops to rescue them, but was defeated by Bayan. Haidu, left with nowhere to go, abandoned Yemili and fled to the Golden Horde with the remaining troops. What happened after that had nothing to do with Yang Feng.

He used the excuse of being summoned by the Lord Haotian to ascend directly to the fairyland.

Of course, the Yuan army would definitely continue to advance westward.

Kublai Khan had already destroyed the two khanates of Ogedei and Chagatai, so it was impossible to stop his ambition to unify the original Mongol Empire.

The whip of God finally fell again.

During the war in the Western Regions during this period alone, the Yuan army must have killed over five million people. It was completely uncontrollable, even if some generals tried to show even a little bit of royal demeanor. After all, why did the soldiers travel thousands of miles? It was just to burn, kill, and plunder, not for the Khan's dream. That was none of their business.

If you don't allow them to burn, kill and loot, then there's no point in fighting.

So in terms of the efficiency of genocide, Yang Feng is really not as good as them.

"Mortals are like ants to me."

The so-called God sat on his throne somewhat melancholy.

He looked like a person with mild dementia sitting in the corner of a nursing home basking in the sun.

"Your job as a god is meaningless. You should at least build a fairy palace, keep hundreds of thousands of beauties, and live a life of luxury. Look at you here. If you continue like this, you will really get Alzheimer's disease."

Yang Feng said contemptuously.

“I’ve had too much, I’m tired of it.

The so-called God said.

"Then let's play around in the human world, just like those idiots fantasize about. Turn yourself into an ordinary person and have a relationship with them, enjoying the spiritual life. After all, idiocy is also an experience."

Yang Feng said.

"How do you know I didn't do it?"

The so-called God said.

"Well, you have such a strong taste. Then you will be the mastermind behind the scenes, the evil boss, manipulating the world war."

“It’s been manipulated many times.”

……

"You'd better stay here and be your Alzheimer's patient. Where are you going next?"

Yang Feng finally gave up trying to seduce him.

A guy who killed billions of people and became a god must have had too much life experience to be able to find any fun he hasn't tried yet. I wonder if this guy has ever turned into a woman.

"Li Shimin's bow?"

The so-called God said.

"His bow should be in Zhaoling, right? So you mean I should dig up his grave?
That's not good?
Of course, it’s possible if you insist.”

Yang Feng said, stroking the beard on his chin.

He didn't even have time to shave!
The so-called god pointed to the jade axe in his hand.

"I see, but his bow is made of wood and horn, right? Won't it rot in the ground?"

Yang Feng said.

Indeed, there is no need to dig up Li Shimin's grave.

Just split the space rift and go into his grave to take it away.

"You can wait until they rot."

The so-called God said.

"I see. What do they mean?"

Yang Feng said.

Even if there are any left now, they have already turned into wood chips and need to be restored bit by bit by cultural relics restorers. However, if it is only a few dozen or a hundred years after Li Shimin's death, then there is no need to worry about this problem. In this way, it is possible to take a few people from the Anshi Rebellion, such as Li Siye, who would have died of serious injuries anyway. They should be very happy to save the Tang Dynasty.

"Li Shimin has more than a dozen bows."

The so-called God said.

"Are they all divine artifacts?"

Yang Feng said in shock.

"You'll know then."

The so-called God continued speaking sadly.

Yang Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he turned around and was about to leave with his axe.

He no longer needed this thing to teleport. He could just swing his axe wherever he wanted. As long as he had a clear target, the jade axe would split the door open for him.

"By the way, what is your daughter doing now? When I left, I heard that she seemed to be in seclusion for cultivation and handed over the government affairs to Zhang Jue. She also said that if she cultivated for a long time, she would let all regions nominate virtuous people, and then these virtuous people would nominate a new Prime Minister.

It’s a lot of fun!
I also want to leap to old lady Victoria."

He said.

The so-called divine hand waved, and then the white clouds under his feet dispersed and turned into a modern conference room. The Empress of the Ming Dynasty, dressed in fashionable clothes, was sitting behind the conference table and looking at a man who looked like a scientist, who was introducing something to the big screen.

It looks like they are studying seeds.

"She felt that most of the seeds at that time could not be saved, so she came back and opened a seed company, specializing in researching high-quality seeds that can be saved."

The so-called God said.

"She has standard PTSD."

Yang Feng sighed.

It is understandable. After all, she also experienced the famine in the late Ming Dynasty. What's more, she had an empire!
After saying that, he chopped open a crack in the space with an axe and then walked in.

The next moment, what appeared before him was a small town littered with corpses, and the soldiers who had obviously captured the town were cleaning up the corpses. At a street corner, several soldiers were holding down a seriously injured young general, and then an executioner was holding a knife, ready to chop off his head, and there were several generals in full armor watching nearby.

"cut!"

One of the generals watching shouted.

The executioner's knife was immediately raised, and a soldier pulled the young general's hair, exposing his neck.

The executioner roared and was about to chop down with the knife in his hand.

"Leave people under the knife!"

Yang Feng roared.

The executioner turned to look at him in astonishment.

At the same time, the generals turned their heads in surprise.

"Killing him would be a shame. Why don't you just give him to me? I promise that next time you're killed, I'll take you away too. Liu Heita, right? I think this exchange will be beneficial to you."

Yang Feng said with a kind smile.

The young general who was nearly beheaded turned his head and looked at him weakly...

(End of this chapter)