Chapter 198

Outside Daqing Hall.

Empress Dowager Zheng and Empress Zhu, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, anxiously urged the eunuchs to quickly enter the hall and save the Emperor.

In the past, naturally no one would dare to disobey.

But now things are different from the past; outside are several hundred thousand Jin soldiers, inside the God of Killing has descended.

The entire Great Song's ruling foundation has already systemically collapsed.

The authority from the Royal family has long since lost its former deterrent power.

Faced with the Empress Dowager and Empress's coercion and inducement, the eunuchs either pretended not to hear, or simply hid far away.

Entering the palace as a eunuch, one either seeks to rise above others, or just to get a full meal.

Now all roads are blocked; who would still go sell their life!

As for the Palace Guard, within a radius of several li, their traces could not be found at all.

They had long since fled without a trace.

At the stalemate, the heavy hall doors of Daqing Hall actually opened from the inside.

Li Ruoshui and Zhang Shuye, faces pale, stumbled out.

They had not walked a few steps before they sat on the ground with no regard for appearances, panting heavily.

Liu Ge and Qin Gui, respectively supporting Zhao Ji and Zhao Huan father and son, walked out with difficulty.

Empress Dowager Zheng and Empress Zhu hurried forward to greet them.

But they had not taken two steps before they both stopped short in unison.

Lin Dao, clad in iron armor, appeared in everyone's sight.

His body covered in bloodstains, the murderous aura rushing at them, startled the Empress and Empress Dowager into weak legs.

Lin Dao merely swept a glance at the crowd outside, stepped forward and came before Zhao Ji and his son.

"Under Zong Ze, Liu Hao's unit, Wu Xiu Lang Yue Fei, is currently between Kaide Prefecture and Caozhou."

"Under North Route Commander Zhao Ye, his vanguard commander Han Shizhong, is in Daming Prefecture."

"Dispatch people to send a letter, tell them to hurry over as fast as possible."

Liu Ge, over sixty years old, angrily roared, "Jin soldiers surround the city, how can a letter be sent, how can they get in!"

"Jin soldiers." Lin Dao replied in a muffled voice, "I will handle it myself."

Li Ruoshui laughed loudly, "Several hundred thousand Jin soldiers, you handle them?"

"Merely several hundred thousand."

Lin Dao glanced at him, "Can kill them all."

These words spoken, the crowd did not know how to respond.

The tone was really too big.

But thinking of the iron-armored man's miraculous methods, they then felt it was not impossible.

Lin Dao raised his hand again and patted the shoulder of Qin Gui, who had a circle on his forehead, "Watch over your Emperor well, let him properly recuperate."

"If there is anything amiss."

From the travel bag, he took out two walkie-talkies, taught their use on the spot, tested the call.

"Use this Thousand-mile Voice Transmission to contact me."

When sound actually came from inside the walkie-talkie, everyone was shocked.

This is really an Immortal Artifact~~~

Zhao Ji, who had cultivated the Dao seeking longevity for many years, looked at Lin Dao with eyes full of blazing heat.

The originally illusory quest for longevity finally saw hope!

Even the spiritually listless Zhao Huan looked at Lin Dao with a face full of hope.

Although taught a harsh lesson by the Immortal, he didn't die after all~

If he could gain the Immortal's assistance, then~~~

Lin Dao glanced at this father and son pair.

Wait until the Old District's flames burn, wait until using your names to mobilize the entire Great Song, then the first ones I'll sacrifice the flag with are you two!

Seeing Lin Dao about to leave, Zhao Ji hurriedly begged, "Immortal Master, the antidote~~~"

Lin Dao did not turn his head, stepped away, "I will notify Qin Gui to go fetch it."

Zhao Huan, prone on the ground here, also straightened up and shouted, "May I ask the Immortal Master's honored name~~~"

"Lin Dao, courtesy name Zi Hou."

By the time Lin Dao mounted the electric mule, buzzing all the way out of the Great Interior and far off.

Only then did the crowd here dare to step forward.

The father and son looked at each other, both coldly hummed in unison and looked away.

Qin Gui, clutching the walkie-talkie, stood expressionlessly to the side.

He knew his future in the Imperial Court was thoroughly cut off.

The day the Immortal Master disappears is the day his whole family dies!

Ten years of hard study in a cold window, exhausting schemes to intermarry with the Chancellor's family.

Paid so much, result today all became wasted effort!

At this moment the only thought in Qin Gui's heart was not to seek revenge on Lin Dao, but to go home once and give that shrew a thorough beating!

Since he no longer needed his wife's family's assistance, there was no need to endure any longer.

Zhang Shuye sighed, instructed the inner attendants, "Trouble you seniors, go carry out the colleagues inside the hall, find coffins to bury them."

Through the open hall doors, faintly visible were figures lying full inside the hall.

The eunuchs were all horrified~~~

Dozens upon hundreds of court officials, and only these few remain?

Excluding Zhang Bang Chang and others who didn't come due to illness or leave, doesn't that mean the entire court — both palaces, the Six Ministries, and all — have been wiped out!

Empress Dowager Zheng stepped forward to support Zhao Ji.

Seeing him covered in blood and filth, half his face bruised and swollen purple, half his robes torn to shreds.

The wind lifted his robes, revealing his buttocks.

"Heaven-killing~~~"

Empress Dowager Zheng wailed "What audacity, to treat the Retired Emperor so, they must be—"

"Shut up!!"

Zhao Ji, weak as a dog before Lin Dao, now bore himself with awe-inspiring dignity, full of heroic bearing.

His eyes blazed with an indescribable radiance.

"That is an Immortal descended to the mortal world!"

"At the very least, a cultivator possessing great divine powers."

"What I have sought all my life — immortality — rests entirely on you, Immortal Master."

"No impudence!"

On this side, Empress Zhu also threw herself at Zhao Huan's side.

Looking at the Emperor's face, swollen like a pig's head, looking at his nostrils dripping blood unceasingly, she wept and wailed.

"Stop crying."

Before the Jurchens, Zhao Huan was like a quail; but facing a woman, he surprisingly showed some manliness.

He pinched his nostrils and tilted his head back "Summon the imperial physicians at once!"

Lin Dao, riding his electric scooter along the Imperial Street, went all the way out Zhuque Gate and arrived at Zhou Bridge.

He originally planned to go back, wash up, and catch some sleep.

Unexpectedly, at the far end of the Imperial Street, firelight blazed, fierce flames soaring to the heavens.

Lin Dao narrowed his eyes, twisted the throttle to the max, and sped off.

Outside the Taixue gate, Wanyan Zongbi on horseback waved his horse whip and shouted "Burn down their houses, kill all their men, seize all the women."

"Take away all the gold, silver, and valuables!"

The many Jurchen soldiers shouted and began to massacre the city.

Not far off, Han Chang fell silent, not speaking.

"You think I've gone mad?"

Wanyan Zongbi rode over "I'm not mad."

"Wendu Sizhong says that man is an Immortal; I don't believe it."

"Even if he is an Immortal, so what?"

He thrust out his chest "Because there's an Immortal, we're supposed to stop fighting?"

Here Han Chang finally spoke "Fourth Prince acting like this — what will Second Prince and Marshal Zonghan say?"

"You still don't understand."

Wanyan Zongbi shook his head "When I led troops out of camp, they didn't stop me — they wanted me to test just what caliber that so-called Immortal really is."

"Dozens of Ten Thousand Households commanders, scared stiff by some inexplicable fellow — where would our Great Jin's face be put?"

"If he truly has the ability and smashes my Ten Thousand Households, then I'll ask Second Brother and Marshal Zonghan to negotiate properly with him."

"If it really won't work, this Song Nation can be given to him."

Speaking to here, Wanyan Zongbi looked toward the Wengcheng city wall not far away.

On the city wall, quite a few figures and banners had already appeared.

"If he has some ability, but not that much."

Wanyan Zongbi ground his teeth.

"Then I'll slaughter him!"

Unlike the cowardly ruler and ministers who were scared witless.

Rising from the White Mountains and Black Waters, enduring countless life-and-death battles.

The Jurchens, now at the very peak of national power and military might, are not so easily frightened.

Facing a strong enemy and threat, the Jurchens' most instinctive response is to fight head-on.

Only by winning do they earn the qualification to negotiate with them.

"Since it's like this."

Han Chang grinned "Then I'll accompany Fourth Prince in a fight."

"Good!"

Wanyan Zongbi laughed loudly "If all Han were like you, we couldn't even enter Yanjing."

Han Chang didn't care about this.

Since Shi Jingtang ceded the Yan-Yun Sixteen Prefectures at the end of the Han, nearly two hundred years have passed.

The Northern Han People and the Southern Han People have long since been separated by a deep gulf.

If this situation continues for another few hundred years, they might well form two distinct races.

A group of Jurchen cavalry, along the Imperial Street, rode chasing the fleeing Taixue students.

They weren't in a hurry to charge up and kill these scholars; instead they joked and wagered, counting chips for stakes.

Or competing in archery, shooting them dead from behind.

Or they would shout and spur their horses forward, using weapons like wolf-tooth clubs to slaughter the lagging scholars.

It was nothing but toying with and driving them off; it couldn't even be called a hunt.

"Don't run!"

Chen Dong, the scholar leader returning from his hometown, stopped his steps and panted heavily, suddenly turning around to face the Jurchen cavalry head-on.

"Rather than dying so pathetically, we might as well fight them!"

"Fight?"

"Fight with what?"

A scholar, not stopping his feet, spoke up to refute: "The Jurchen are all armored soldiers; we don't even have a single knife!"

Some scholars stopped, deciding to face them together with Chen Dong.

Rather than being toyed with and killed, we might as well meet the blades head-on.

And more of the scholars, taking advantage of someone delaying the Jurchen, quickened their pace of escape.

The Jurchen cavalry gathered to discuss for a moment, soon one rider charged out, brandishing the ring-pommel saber in his hand and spurring his horse forward, slashing toward Chen Dong's neck at the front.

"My life is over!"

Chen Dong closed his eyes, waiting for death to descend.

"Bang!"

A sound came from behind him, and beside his ear was the sound of a heavy object falling and a horse rushing past.

He subconsciously opened his eyes, only to see not far ahead, a Jurchen fallen on the ground twitching.

There was a hole in his head, red and white matter spurting out.

The Jurchen cavalry not far away shouted loudly in gibberish.

Chen Dong subconsciously turned his head, and in astonishment saw a fully armored iron-armored man sitting on a strange two-wheeled vehicle, driving past the crowd of scholars and finally coming to a stop beside him.

The iron-armored man turned his head to look at him, the eyes behind the face armor full of spirit.

"Quite okay, at least there's courage."

From behind the face armor came a muffled voice: "What's your name?"

Chen Dong subconsciously replied: "Scholar Chen Dong."

"Oh."

Lin Dao got off the vehicle and pulled out the vehicle key.

He took down the Remington M700 slung on his back and placed it on the vehicle seat.

Next he took down the AUG hanging from his shoulder, pointing the muzzle at the Jurchen cavalry group not far away.

"When facing the enemy army, you must find a way to fight, not seek death."

He switched off the safety, his finger on the trigger: "Watch closely, this is how the Jurchen die!"

"Rat-tat-tat-tat~~~"

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