Chapter 196: I, I, I, Dog Leg I!

Heavy, forceful footsteps came from outside the hall.

The clashing of metal armor leaves sounded piercingly sharp.

Everyone inside the hall stared in disbelief at the crack in the hall door where one person could fit through.

The cries and screams outside the hall, chaotic footsteps, and cries of pain from falling and colliding came through the door crack without cease.

The light filtering through the crack was suddenly blocked.

Everyone's mood rose in unison.

It was as if an unknown ferocious beast stood outside the hall door.

'Boom!'

The heavy hall door was suddenly kicked open with a violent kick, swinging wide open.

An iron-armored person holding an AUG in hand and carrying a travel bag on their shoulder suddenly appeared before everyone.

The Emperor and the Retired Emperor trembled, nearly fainting.

Don't look at how ruthless they are when dealing with Great Song subjects.

But when truly facing a powerful existence, they are more timid than anyone.

Natural-born cowards!

Among the court officials, not all are rats.

Signing Vice Commissioner of the Privy Council Zhang Shuye came back to his senses and immediately shouted toward outside the hall.

'Where are the Palace Guards?!'

'Come protect the carriage at once!'

The chaotic footsteps and shouts outside the hall gradually faded away, with no response.

The iron-armored person turned their head to look, the ferocious face armor making one's heart tremble.

Through the face armor, Zhang Shuye suddenly felt that the iron-armored person was smiling.

'Stop shouting.'

'Your underlings have already been dealt with by me~'

The Palace Guards are all showpieces, their armor leaves polished thin to reduce weight.

Count on them?

A few hundred coins a month, and even that is withheld—who would risk their lives for you!

Lin Dao turned around and closed the hall door, preventing those inside from escaping in the chaos.

Seeing that communication was possible, everyone inside the hall gradually calmed down.

Prefect of Kaifeng Wang Shi Yong stepped forward, pointing at the iron-armored person: 'Who exactly are you? You dare trespass into the palace—this is a capital crime!'

Lin Dao's gaze swept over, asking in a muffled voice.

'Who are you?'

'Prefect of Kaifeng, Wang Shi Yong.'

Taking a tablet computer from the travel bag, searching for downloaded data, entering keywords.

Quickly scanning through, raising the gun muzzle to point.

'Surrender Faction, damn it!'

'Rat-tat-tat~~~'

Wang Shi Yong, who had taken over a dozen bullets head-on, had his tablet shattered in hand.

Falling to the ground twitching continuously, blood gushing like a spring.

In an instant, everyone in the hall felt as if plunged into an ice cave.

No nonsense, killing directly.

In Great Song where punishment does not extend to high officials, this is simply unbelievable.

Someone terrified tried to flee to the rear hall; Lin Dao fired a burst, and they immediately collapsed to the ground twitching.

Now no one dared to flee.

Lin Dao changed magazines, stepped forward, locking his gaze on that pair of father and son at the upper seat.

Among the court officials, some bold ones exchanged glances to signal each other.

Taking advantage of Lin Dao walking forward, several figures rushed up together, pouncing at him.

Within the Surrender Faction, there are also those with considerable courage.

Gunfire sounded again; the two who pounced at him face-to-face were instantly turned into sieves.

The two who pounced from behind left and right.

One of them waved his tablet in hand, smashing it onto Lin Dao's Tiger Head Shoulder Guard; the tablet instantly shattered into powder.

He had intended to smash his head.

But not having done such things much, plus being nervous, the result was he struck off-target.

The other jumped up from behind, hugging Lin Dao's neck.

Zhao Huan and others all showed joy on their faces.

Many were already eager to move.

The next moment~~~

Lin Dao's figure, along with the red-robed court official hugging him from behind, disappeared together.

Everyone who witnessed this scene held their breath.

In the span of a single breath, Lin Dao appeared again.

The red-robed court official who had ambushed him from behind had already gone limp like a dead fish, falling to the ground without a single movement.

In the great hall, everyone's hearts turned cold at the same time.

Lin Dao turned his head; the ferocious face mask looked toward the purple-robed man smashing a tablet at him.

The purple-robed man's throat bobbed, emitting a difficult swallowing sound.

"I am~~~"

"Tutututu~~~"

The AUG emptied its magazine at him in a sweep.

The Daqing Hall fell completely silent.

Everyone was shocked and trembling, as if seeing a ghost.

Can't break through the defense; if hit you die; even at a distance you still get beaten to death; and he knows immortal methods.

Th-this-this~~~

Lin Dao continued advancing with measured steps.

Under the chaotic, complex gazes of the crowd, he stepped up the stairs and arrived before Zhao Huan.

Looking down from above at this great coward of an emperor.

Wavering left and right, undecided on war or peace, indecisive and irresolute, fickle and inconstant.

Caused the death of the Xi Army, disbanded the King Qin Troops.

Drove out Li Gang and Zong Ze, blindly trusted Guo Jing recommended by Sun Bo, ultimately leading to the Jin breaking the city.

Even worse, he believed the Jin's deception, single-mindedly wanting peace talks.

Extorted the common people, bound the city's women and sent them to the Jin for pleasure, and so on and so forth.

It can be said the root of the Jingkang Humiliation lies in Emperor Huizong Zhao Ji's decades of misrule.

And the specific cruel process originated from Zhao Huan's blind bungling.

This father and son pair are truly the joint number one scourge of the common people.

Lin Dao stared at Zhao Huan without speaking.

Zhao Huan himself sank into a fear he could not control.

His whole body went limp and weak; he slumped in the chair without the strength to move.

Unknown how long passed; a fierce glint flashed in the eyes behind Lin Dao's face mask.

He raised his hand and slapped across.

A slap landed on Zhao Huan's face; under the tremendous force, this emperor instantly tumbled off the Dragon Chair, blood and teeth spraying out together.

"What audacity!"

As the saying goes: the ruler is humiliated, the minister dies.

The Northern Song scholar-officials may be contemptible, but compared to those big-headscarf wearers of the late Ming, they still have a tiny bit more courage.

The Vice Commissioner of the Privy Council who actively recommended Guo Jing, causing the fall of Bianliang City — that is, the Deputy Commissioner of the Privy Council, who can be called the Grand Chancellor of the Western Prefecture — Sun Bo, charged up the steps in great strides.

Lin Dao didn't even turn his head, merely pointing the muzzle his way.

"Tutututu~~~"

After a burst of gunshots, Sun Bo in his purple robe collapsed on the stairs.

Fresh blood flowed down the stairs, a glaring red.

Lin Dao, looking down from above, stared at Zhao Huan slumped on the ground, still silent.

"Kill him directly, or use him then kill?"

A foolish ruler who brings disaster to the nation and harm to the people must be eliminated.

But shooting him dead in one burst would be too cheap for him.

Lin Dao had a thought in his heart: best to have him skinned alive and eaten raw by the people of Bianliang City.

"Immortal~ Immortal Master, please quell your anger~"

Zhao Huan, his mouth leaking air, trembled and shed tears: "I was wrong, willing to atone."

"Begging the Immortal Master for mercy, I~ I~"

Lin Dao stepped forward, one hand grabbing Zhao Huan's collar, the other fist swinging three circles in succession.

"I I I, dog's leg I!"

These three punches broke Zhao Huan's nasal bridge; his face immediately swelled purple and bruised.

Nosebleed flowed unceasingly, staining the dragon robe red.

Everyone in the Daqing Hall was fearful and indignant, yet no one dared step forward again.

The only one without indignation, instead laughing until his face bloomed, was Zhao Ji.

"Dog spawn, you have today too!"

"Truly satisfying!"

Adjusting the AUG sling hanging on his shoulder, Lin Dao took the Glock from his waist; the pitch-black muzzle pointed at Zhao Huan's forehead.

Though he didn't know what it was, staring straight into that pitch-black muzzle, Zhao Huan most directly felt the breath of death.

This was even more terrifying than his experience of being detained in the Jin camp some days ago.

Mouth full of pungent blood smell, eyes gradually blurring, ears ringing incessantly.

"Hm?"

Lin Dao frowned.

He smelled a foul odor.

Gaze dropping, Zhao Huan's dragon robe hem was already soaked through with wetness.

Lin Dao flew into a great rage, kicking him tumbling down the stairs.

Zhao Ji beside him could no longer contain the joy in his heart, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

That laugh instantly drew Lin Dao's gaze.

Their eyes met through the face armor, and Zhao Ji's heart suddenly turned cold.

He hurriedly rose to salute.

"Immortal Master above, I have always served devoutly, offering sincere worship to all Daoist Lords, Bodhisattvas, and Buddha Ancestors, never slackening in the slightest~"

I wonder if beneath that helmet is a bald head.

Zhao Ji simply bowed to the Daoist Lord Buddha Ancestor together.

The response to him was Lin Dao's iron gloves.

A slap sent him flying, Zhao Ji immediately spun and tumbled, rolling and falling all the way to land beside Zhao Huan.

Looking down at the two disheveled emperors from above, Lin Dao had his own calculations in mind.

The Jingkang Spacetime was different from the previous two worlds.

The Great Cowards still held very strong power in the regions.

The remnants of the Xi Army, Jiangnan, Lianghuai, Lingnan, Chuan Shu, and others were all still there.

They had just been punched in the core vital point by the Jin people, but their bodies and trunks were not yet dead.

Destroy Jin, destroy Western Xia, destroy Mongolia, and also simultaneously destroy all the places of the Great Cowards.

Lin Dao didn't have that much energy.

"Citizens of Paris."

As the core of the French Revolution, the performance of the Parisians during the era of monarchy shocked the world.

"Replace Paris with Bianliang City~"

"Replace Napoleon with Yue Pengju~"

"Even if Yue Fei declared himself Emperor, I would recognize it."

"As long as he could sweep across Eurasia."

"Far better than Zhao Cong and those cowardly officials by ten thousand times!"

Lin Dao's gaze fell upon the two trembling officials.

"Someone must take on the role of Louis the Sixteen who can't tell his head from his heels, only thus can the Divine Right of Kings be broken."

"Who to choose?"

Of the two officials, one must be dragged out for flag sacrifice to ignite the revolutionary atmosphere among the citizens of Bianliang City.

The other would temporarily live as a puppet, gradually turning the power of the Great Cowards.

After success, he would be removed.

Zhao Huan, covering his face, secretly raised his eyes, his gaze hiding resentment.

Zhao Ji, of Immortal Style and Daoist Bones, was instead hurriedly saluting.

"Immortal Master, do not be angry; if we have any impropriety, feel free to punish us."

The difference in age and experience made these father and son show different reactions.

At the same time, Lin Dao had made his decision in his heart.

He simply sat on the stairs, took out a tablet computer and placed it on his knees.

The Glock in his hand pointed at a purple-robed courtier not far away.

"You, come over."

The person pointed at by the gun couldn't help but tremble.

He shook his head bloodlessly again and again, not only failing to step forward, but turned and ran toward the hall door.

'Bang!'

One shot felled this person, and Lin Dao did not look at him again.

The gun barrel turned, pointing at another purple-robed courtier.

"You, come over."

This person dared not run again, and with trembling legs forced himself forward.

"What is your name, and what office do you hold?"

Facing the question, the purple-robed man trembled as he responded.

"Scholar's name is Sun Di, newly appointed Censor-in-chief of the Palace, Hanlin Academician~"

Lin Dao swiped the tablet to check the data.

"Oh, the one who wrote the surrender letter to the Jin people, and also took Jin wealth and women."

"Scholar did not~"

Sun Di was greatly shocked, and was about to explain a bit.

'Bang!'

Blowing the white smoke from the gun barrel, Lin Dao pointed the gun at another person.

"Next."

End of Chapter