Chapter 684

"Your Majesty, the Heavenly Dragon Guard now numbers fifty thousand. If Bianliang could accommodate more, I could recruit two hundred thousand elite soldiers within a month."

Zhao Kuangyin waved his hand: "Fifty thousand is sufficient for now. By the way, have you taught them the Taixuan Nine Divine Spells?"

"As Your Majesty ordered, they have all been taught. Now, each soldier possesses the strength of thousands of jin and moves faster than horses—sufficient to face a hundred enemies alone..." Gao Huaide's expression was ecstatic, "Though we have only fifty thousand here, we can sweep the entire world."

Zhao Kuangyin smiled in satisfaction: "Good. You've done well. Though these troops are not as formidable as Qin Shi Huang's immortal army, they are more than enough to handle this world. Gao Huaide, receive your order!"

"Your servant is here!"

"Organize the soldiers, prepare rations, and march with me to another realm tomorrow!"

Gao Huaide was stunned.

Just hearing Qin Shi Huang had made him eager to speak out.

Now, His Majesty was speaking of other worlds.

The shock was overwhelming.

"That world is a hundred years hence, when Zhao descendants have grown unworthy, lost the northern Shanhe, and cower in Lin'an indulging in pleasure. Hmph—when a great general reaches the north, my descendant summons him back, celebrating victory yet submitting to enemies—utterly disgraceful. I go to purge these family traitors and reunify that Shanhe."

"As for our own Jiangshan, we can unify it upon our return. With the Heavenly Dragon Guard here, the northern Shanhe will fall in days."

Gao Huaide listened in stunned silence, then quickly replied: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

The next day.

As dawn broke, Zhao Kuangyin opened the portal and led the stunned Heavenly Dragon Guard through to the Southern Song era.

Meanwhile, in Zhuxian Town.

Yue's Army had grown restless.

"General, His Majesty has ordered us back—do we return, or keep fighting? Say something!"

"Yes, General, even if you told us to rebel with you, I'd follow. But standing here, eating our rations, our supplies are gone. If we don't move soon, Yue's Army will vanish overnight!"

Yue Fei's expression was calm.

He understood his men's emotions.

Yet he had no choice.

Return?

This favorable momentum could not be abandoned.

Attack the Jin?

Without Zhao Kuangyin here, his cause lacked legitimacy—he might be branded a traitor.

"Ancestor, when will you arrive?!"

As he thought this, a commotion arose.

"General, it's terrible—the sky has split open!"

Hearing this, the officers paled, but Yue Fei smiled.

"Gentlemen, the moment has come. Follow me to welcome the Ancestor Emperor!"