Chapter 685: Zhao Gou: Is My Ancestor Beating Me? (7/7, Requesting Subscriptions)

"Emperor Taizu?"

The generals stared in shock at Yue Fei, their eyes filled with unspoken confusion.

Could the General have finally lost his mind from too much pressure?

But Yue Fei ignored him and walked straight out of the command tent.

Outside in the open ground, he saw his soldiers already raising their spears in readiness, their faces filled with terror.

They were mere common soldiers; that they hadn't mutinied under such circumstances was already proof of Yue Fei's strict discipline.

"Soldiers, do not panic—it is not the enemy. It is Emperor Taizu of Great Song, descending from heaven with celestial troops."

"Our hope to reclaim the northern lands has arrived!"

At these words, the soldiers' hearts gained a flicker of courage.

Though the claim sounded utterly fantastical.

But wasn't a rift opening in the void even more fantastical?

When two fantastical events collided, and combined with Yue Fei's prestige, the soldiers believed him at least half.

The next moment, a perfectly aligned unit marched out from the portal.

Their armor gleamed with metallic sheen, their steel spears were razor-sharp, and their aura was stern and terrifying—clearly, this was a formidable army.

Zhao Kuangyin flew out of the portal and hovered midair, gazing down.

Seeing the Yue Army still maintaining combat readiness under such circumstances, he couldn't help but admire them deeply.

"Yue Pengju and the Yue generals respectfully welcome Your Majesty's personal arrival!"

"We pay homage to Emperor Taizu!"

Though the generals did not recognize Emperor Taizu of Song, the man hovering in midair was clearly a celestial being—and so they believed, almost without doubt, that this was indeed Emperor Taizu himself.

"Rise. You have pressed forward bravely, reaching Zhu Xian Town—you are truly fine sons of Great Song. Today, I, the Emperor, have come to abolish Zhao Gou. Ignore all edicts he has issued. Today, we march together to Zhongdu and unify the realm."

"March to Zhongdu! Unify the realm!"

Hearing this, the Yue Army felt their blood boil.

They had gained the Emperor's approval—and could finally fulfill their lifelong dream.

This was double joy!

"Yue Pengju, mobilize the troops. We depart in one hour."

"Yes."

Yue Fei moved at once.

The other soldiers' enthusiasm was also ignited.

Before the hour was up, the Yue Army was fully prepared—and at a single command, they began their advance.

In just three days, with the aid of the Celestial Dragon Guard, the Jin army's days-long defensive line was shattered again, and enemies reached the gates of Zhongdu.

The Celestial Dragon Guard were simply terrifying.

With strength of thousands of jin, wielding steel spears forged in the modern world, a single swing could claim several lives; the Jin soldiers' bows, arrows, and weapons could not even pierce modern armor.

It was a one-sided massacre.

As for defenses like city walls, they were useless against the Celestial Dragon Guard.

Before the swift, panther-like Celestial Dragon Guard, every wall was an illusion—they merely tapped the wall lightly, used the rebound, and leapt over it.

Even, dozens of Celestial Dragon Guard could hurl their steel spears and shatter the city gates outright.

Thus, the efficiency of siege warfare reached unprecedented heights.

The Yue Army, witnessing this, was utterly stunned.

"No wonder they're celestial troops—without a single casualty, they've reached Zhongdu."

"We haven't even fought yet!"

One hour later, Zhongdu fell, and the entire Jin royal family was captured.

"The Central Plains are unified!" Zhao Kuangyin sighed, joining the chat group—unifying the realm had truly become effortless.

"Yue Fei, march north. I will march south."

Yue Fei understood clearly—Zhao Kuangyin intended to deal with Zhao Gou.

Though he wished to advise him, in the end he pretended ignorance, leading his troops northward.

After several days of training, the Yue generals were taught the Tai Xuan Divine Spell, and their strength underwent a qualitative leap.

Added to this, Su Xiao, overflowing with enthusiasm in the chat group, sent them equipment for tens of thousands of soldiers.

Now, the Yue Army had become a force of tigers and wolves!

Lin'an.

As Zhao Kuangyin launched his full-scale assault southward, the entire south erupted in chaos.

With the imperial seal of the Northern Song, the imperial robe, and generals like Gao Huaide,

along with their ability to fly and teleport, the common people accepted Zhao Kuangyin's identity.

As for the scholar-officials who refused to accept him, they were nothing but insects trying to stop a cart—cleared away and annihilated by the Celestial Dragon Guard.

Advancing south proved even more efficient than Zhao Kuangyin had imagined—nearly eighty percent of the cities surrendered the moment they saw the Celestial Dragon Guard arrive.

The Jurchens still had reason to resist—they were not of our kind, and their hearts were bound to differ.

The Jurchens did not know what fate the Song Emperor would grant them after surrender.

But the Han Chinese had no reason to fight to the death.

What difference did it make to them whether Zhao Gou or Zhao Kuangyin ruled?