The emperors panicked when they saw that the fatuous monarch was not worthy of the loyal officials.
22 A ruthless man who continued the life of the dynasty with his own strength.

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At this moment.

Big Ming.

The Bright God Sect's Zhu Yijun narrowed his eyes with a disdainful expression.

He had also seen all the images and words on the Golden Roll.

At this moment.

The empty palace finally made him laugh coldly.

"He could have directly returned to the capital to provide reinforcements, but he deliberately used the excuse of cutting off the enemy's retreat to delay.”

"Now that the imperial city has been destroyed, this dynasty must have perished.”

"This kind of person can be considered loyal?"

——————

Just as the various emperors and ministers had different expressions on their faces.

A new text appeared on the Golden Roll.

The blurry images shocked the emperors, civil officials, generals, and students who were watching.

The emperor was taken away, and the vast capital was in ruins. All you could see was a pile of corpses and the officials and gentry who were constantly fleeing. The city was broken, and they were panicking like stray dogs. You looked at the army behind you and saw that there were almost none left, but you didn't hesitate or fear. You just turned your horse around.

You have to chase down the enemy and save the emperor. Even if there is only a remnant army behind you, you still have to fight. As you gallop day and night, the wound on your chest will burst open again, and blood will flow out. The soldiers behind you will also become more and more tired, but no one will complain or fear you.

You know that the enemy has not fled far, and you only need to hold them back for a moment. After all, the imperial court still has a large army, and the imperial court still has the strength to fight. The enemy is exhausted, and even if they die, you have to do your best. After seven days of traveling, you have arrived at the Yellow River.

The enemy boarded the ship and fled in a panic, taking the emperor with them. At the edge of the Yellow River, the sound of water billowed and the north wind blew. Your clothes were torn and your white hair was disheveled. When you turned around, there was no one behind you. No one came.

You looked behind you with a complicated expression at the children who were also dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood. You looked out from the Yellow River and saw that the red had actually taken them all the way, so long that you could not see the end. You had brought them out, but in the end, you did not bring them back alive.

You just calmly opened your mouth and raised your sword. If it's for the sake of peace, I'll die without regret

At this moment.

Big Ming.

Ming Chengzu Zhu Di raised his head.

On the golden list, the words were still blurry.

He also thought that the city was broken and the remaining soldiers were exhausted.

However, the moment the old scholar turned his horse around…

This lone army made one's heart tremble.

The enemy still had tens of thousands of people, and they knew that they were no match for them.

He still traveled at night and at the risk of his life to catch up to the enemy, even if it meant stopping them for a moment.

They believed that there would be reinforcements until their deaths.

His gaze slowly fell on the old figure.

he said.

If you want to pacify the people, you will die without regret.

He did it for the people.

After a long time, Zhu Di finally let out a long sigh.

——————

At this moment.

Northern Song Dynasty.

Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin also raised his head and looked at the golden roll.

His burly body carried a heavy pressure.

He stared at the old figure who had turned his horse around and did not see any hesitation.

"He did it for the people…Not for the emperor…"

Zhao Kuangyin thought of many things. He thought of the Great Song that he ruled.

The people were rich and lived in peace.

If he were to encounter the same situation now, he was confident that with the benevolence of the Great Song Emperor, he would definitely come to help.

However, Zhao Kuangyin still felt a little regretful.

Thirty camps were captured in succession, and thirteen waves and thirteen battles were fought.

In this dynasty, none of the generals dared to step forward.

He wanted this old scholar to lead the army in a bloody battle as a civil servant.

"This is definitely not our Great Song!"

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Now.

In the void.

The Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings were magnificent, and the inventory continued.

The emperor was eventually kidnapped and fought a bloody battle to this point. This time, the reinforcements were completely defeated. You brought the last remnants of the army back to the encampment. Along the way, the land was filled with grief. Your soldiers were in extremely tragic states and everyone was injured. Late at night, you visited the tents and distributed medicine to the soldiers in turn.

You see that young man with sparkling eyes again. However, this time, he killed a relative of the royal family in the competition. He is very skilled in martial arts. You don't want him to die, so you let him lead 500 troops and let him eliminate a group of mountain bandits.

You were just about to lead the army to quell the rebellion, but you received new news. In the south, the fleeing ministers have chosen a new emperor. The army has also been mobilized to the south to protect the new royal city.

On this day, you grew older, and there was a hint of fatigue between your brows. You stood on the city walls and looked at the Northern Lands from afar. That 800-mile stretch of mountains and rivers was once your old country, but now, it was completely desolate. The Emperor of the South was unwilling to take back those ownerless lands.

In the evening, you thought about it for a long time and finally picked up your pen. It was as if you had written a letter to the new emperor, telling him that you were willing to fight back for him and take back the people in the north. Your memorial had been on the table for ten days, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

You finally couldn't help but mention the matter of recovering lost territory to the new emperor in the main hall. However, what you received was the attack of treacherous officials. The emperor was suspicious of you and was afraid that you would hold an army and respect yourself. He was even more afraid that you would find the emperor who had been kidnapped, so he took back all your military power. As for whether you were still willing to fight for him in the north, he only felt tragic. In the end, all your contributions were only made by a Zhizhou.

But you don't want this Zhizhou position. You want to go north to kill the enemy. You don't have any reinforcements, but you don't want to give up. When dawn comes, you put on your armor and lead hundreds of old soldiers to get on your horse. You want to go to the north. Even if the imperial court takes back the military power, you don't have money and food. You know that the people there also want someone to pick them up.

This year, you're 68 years old. You've been living in the wind and sleeping in the open. The old wound in your chest from the arrow always hurts faintly, and your limbs are gradually becoming weak. You don't know how long you can live, but if you're alive, you should bring back those people.

You returned to the Yellow River empty-handed without any soldiers or food. However, it was not easy to bring back the people. You looked at the map and then at the bandits. They were just people who wanted to live.

By the Yellow River, the enemy still had a large number of troops. It seemed that after such a long time, they were ready to gradually control half of the mountains and rivers. Not only that, but there were more and more bandits around. Some bandits even had 700,000 troops and nearly 10,000 chariots.

You found out that the thief did not want to rebel, but they had to live. So you rode on an old horse and came to the bandit camp alone. You wore a robe and a sword at your waist. Although you were old, you never bent down. Your battle achievements had already reached the ears of the bandit. When he heard that you were coming, he was very excited.

You told him that you wanted to recover the Northlands and bring back the people. He looked into your eyes, and in the end, tears streamed down his face. You had an army of seventy thousand, and you could finally begin training.

You convinced a few bandits that you have 100,000 soldiers at your disposal. You are very fast in discipline. You have enough soldiers and food to stand firmly by the Yellow River. You have mobilized your troops and beaten the enemy until they are trembling and dare not take the initiative to attack.

After the border settled down, you started to look at the cities behind you. At this moment, the old capital is still in chaos. You started to stabilize the prices of goods. Soon, the old capital settled down. In the tent, you thought for a long time. If you want to return to the north, you still need the emperor to come personally. So you wrote to the south.

In the letter, you told the Son of Heaven that the Northern Lands are now united and can return. As long as the Son of Heaven holds the fort, it is only a matter of time before we recover the Northern Lands. However, the Son of Heaven in the South is unwilling.

You watched the enemy forge weapons along the river, but the emperor refused to return, so you finally felt helpless.

It was dusk, and the sky was dark. You were finally old. The old injuries in your body burst out and drained all your strength. You lay on the hospital bed and struggled to raise your eyes, wanting to take a look at the rivers and mountains again. You had not brought back the people of the Northern Lands.

On the hospital bed, your veins bulged, and your old voice became hoarse. Cross the river, cross the river, cross the river. At that moment, you still want to cross the river to drive away the enemy. In the end, you, with your eyes open, vaguely hear the sorrowful cries of your subordinates beside you.

The golden list reached this point.

Great Song.

Mountain Elder Zhou Shi wore a long robe and looked at the blurry image on the golden roll.

His body trembled.

The old voice still lingered in his mind.

he said.

Crossing the river, crossing the river, crossing the river.

A moment later, she could no longer hold back her tears and cried out loud.

"Who exactly are you?"

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