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Wu Feng occasionally opens his friends list and sees messages from Li Hu.

The reports were either about which old Liao city they had occupied, or how many fine horses the grassland horse farms had bred.

He casually replied with a few words, telling Li Hu to guard the northern defense line and focus on developing the ranch. There was no need for him to go south to participate in the war; he only needed to keep sending resources from the grassland over.

Expanding along two fronts, north and south, within a month, Wu Feng and Li Hu's forces, based in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun, acted like two sharp knives, continuously reaping profits from both the north and south.

To the south, a large area of ​​the heartland of the Song Dynasty was forcibly carved out, with half of the prefectures and counties of Jingdong West Circuit and Jingxi North Circuit falling into its territory, and its military might pointing directly at the outskirts of Kaifeng Prefecture;

To the north, they controlled the former territory of the Liao Dynasty and the northern grasslands, with continuous pastures and numerous horse farms, making it the most secure rear base.

The territory of the Yan-Yun region has expanded to three times its original size.

[System Announcement: Player Wu Changfeng's territory has expanded, unlocking new areas: [Yan Yun Heartland], [Northern Pasture], and [Northwest Song Territory]. All faction members receive attribute bonuses: Constitution +50, Strength +50.]

[System Notification: Your territory's population has exceeded five million, allowing you to recruit special troop types: [Yan Yun Iron Cavalry] and [Grassland Light Cavalry]]

A golden system announcement flashed in the center of his vision. Wu Feng stood on the city wall of Xuzhou, watching his soldiers line up and drill. The fierce fist wind of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill whistled past, the iron armor clanged, and the horses' hooves thundered.

His power grew like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

Zhao Guangyi was still holding out in Kaifeng, trying to gather his last strength to turn the tide, but in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, all his struggles were in vain.

By taking steady steps, conquering cities, winning over the people, expanding the military, and stockpiling provisions, the entire Song Dynasty, and even the entire Central Plains, will be brought under their control when the time is right.

The wind blew from the south, carrying the scent of the Central Plains. The black banners on the city walls fluttered in the wind, and the powerful "Wu" character on them shone brightly in the setting sun.

Wu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

Three months later, the flames of war in the Central Plains gradually subsided, and Wu Feng's army swept through the land like a whirlwind, capturing dozens of cities and prefectures of the Song Dynasty, its advance pointing directly at the heart of the dynasty—Kaifeng.

Three hundred thousand elite armored soldiers stood in perfect formation, their banners obscuring the sun, their horses' hooves pounding the official road, and the black banner bearing the character "Wu" fluttered in the wind as they traveled all the way from Yanyun to the city of Kaifeng.

This army, having been tempered in bloody battles against the Liao Kingdom and honed in the border towns of the Song Dynasty, was already a formidable force that had been forged in the crucible of war. Han Yu was a skilled commander, with his troops arranged in a tight formation, scouts advancing ten miles ahead, and a cautious, methodical approach, showing no trace of arrogance.

Wu Feng stood at the rear of the army formation on horseback. His Crimson Dragon Warhorse was entirely red, and its four hooves were as steady as Mount Tai on the bluestone official road. The "human butcher" aura emanating from its body made the surrounding air feel murderous.

He looked up at the majestic Kaifeng city wall before him. This capital of the Song Dynasty had a wall made of blue bricks, with towering city towers. The soldiers guarding the city wall were densely packed, but they were all pale-faced, their armor was crooked, and their hands holding their weapons were trembling slightly. They had completely lost the air of the royal guards.

This was the last line of defense for the Song Dynasty.

The remaining forces pieced together within the city numbered no more than 200,000, mostly composed of temporarily conscripted militia and defeated soldiers. They were far from elite, and even had very few third-rate martial artists.

In contrast, Wu Feng's 300,000 troops were all elites who had practiced the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt techniques, half of whom had mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill. They also had first-class generals such as Han Yu, Mu Lingyun, and Huo Jiushan to support them. The difference in combat power was like an insurmountable chasm.

The outcome was already decided.

Without wasting any words, Wu Feng raised his hand and waved it lightly, his tone as calm as if he were giving a routine instruction: "Han Yu, attack the city."

"Understood!" Han Yu clasped his hands in response. His black armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight. With a wave of his halberd, the military order immediately spread throughout the army.

He maintained his steady and methodical approach, first ordering scouts to patrol the city walls on three sides to confirm there were no ambushes, secret passages, or traps before commanding his army to form ranks.

Heavy infantrymen, shields in hand, form an iron wall; archers are positioned in the center, arrows nocked.

Light cavalry swept across the flanks, cutting off the enemy's retreat;

The attacking troops slowly advanced, pushing ladders and battering rams, each step steady and orderly, showing no sign of underestimating the enemy's weakness.

Wu Feng reined in his horse and stood still, watching the army steadily advance towards the walls of Kaifeng, a sense of emotion rising in his heart.

The last time I set foot in Kaifeng was when I was ordered by Zhao Kuangyin to recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun.

At that time, the capital was prosperous and bustling with activity. Civil and military officials stood in the court, and the emperor sat on the dragon throne, displaying great majesty.

However, after only half a year, they returned, only to find themselves at the gates of the city, ready to personally end this cowardly dynasty.

Yeah.

The Song Dynasty valued literature over military affairs, was cowardly and sought peace, oppressed its people internally, and groveled before foreign powers. It was even powerless to recover its lost territories of Yan and Yun, leaving its people to suffer the ravages of war.

Only by ending the Zhao family's rule as soon as possible and unifying the Central Plains can the Han people recuperate and resist the covetous foreign enemies from all sides.

Moreover, during these three months, in each city he conquered, he recruited talented people from humble backgrounds, skilled craftsmen, and brave warriors. His civil officials included honest and capable officials such as Zhang Heng, Chen Mingyuan, and Guo Ziyu, while his military generals included iron-blooded and fierce generals such as Han Yu and Huo Jiushan. He had already built a complete ruling team.

Even if they conquered the entire Song Dynasty, they could quickly appease the people and straighten out internal affairs, and there would never be a situation where they could not control the situation.

On the battlefield, the fighting has already begun.

At Han Yu's command, the archers unleashed a volley of arrows, which pressed down on the city wall like a dark cloud. The Song Dynasty defenders were powerless to resist, and screams filled the air. In an instant, a large area of ​​the city wall was cleared.

Heavy infantrymen pushed battering rams and slammed them into the city gate. The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the already flimsy city gate shattered.

The Yan Yun army surged into the city like a tidal wave. There was no fierce street fighting, no stubborn resistance. The Song defenders lost all will to fight and their morale collapsed. Most of them threw down their weapons and knelt down to surrender. The few who resisted were also killed instantly.

Within half an hour, the outer city of Kaifeng had completely fallen.

Wu Feng rode slowly, his red dragon warhorse trampling over the blood-stained streets. The once bustling imperial city streets were now deserted, shops were closed, and people hid inside their homes, afraid to show their faces. Occasionally, a bold person would peek out through the crack in the door, their eyes filled with fear, without a trace of the courage to protect the country.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

When the Liao capital was captured, even though the situation was hopeless, the people would still pick up kitchen knives and hoes and fight to the death. That was the spirit of the tribe.

With the fall of the Song capital, the people could only hide and watch, demonstrating that the Zhao family's rule had long lost the hearts of the people.

Ignoring the anxious people, Wu Feng spurred his horse straight towards the imperial city.

Before long, Han Yu had cleared out the prisoners in the city and led tens of thousands of elite cavalry to escort the emperor. The army marched unimpeded all the way to the gates of the Song Dynasty palace.

The palace walls, red and towering, glazed tiles gleaming in the sunlight. The remaining imperial guards on the walls were the last line of defense. Seeing the army pressing in, they gritted their teeth and fired arrows, which rained down like rain.

Wu Feng's expression turned cold; he was too lazy to wait for the army to launch an attack any longer.

He spurred his horse's flanks, and the Crimson Dragon Warhorse reared up. He then leaped into the air, unleashing his full power with the Lingbo Weibu technique. His figure moved like a black shadow, effortlessly weaving through the gaps in the arrows. He lightly touched the blue bricks of the palace wall with his toes, and his body soared upwards, instantly reaching the top of the city tower.