Chapter 552

Seeing this, the Southern Song army also understood that this was the perfect time to attack the Northern Song, and they launched attacks on the Northern Song one after another as if their lives depended on it.

The current Northern Song could be said to be crumbling, and could only use its final foundation to bitterly resist the attacks of these several forces.

The Great Liao, the Great Jin, and the Western Xia, which had only been harassing the Northern Song at the border, saw that the Northern Song was being besieged by several major forces, and also felt that the current Northern Song was like a cake.

They all entered the fray, wanting to get a piece of the pie on this land of the Northern Song.

Thus, the Great Liao, the Great Jin, and the Western Xia also sent troops toward the Northern Song one after another.

As time passed, the forces of Fang La and Liang Shan, the Southern Song, the Western Xia, the Great Liao, and the Great Jin approached the Northern Song capital, Bianjing, from multiple directions.

Song Huizong Zhao Ji, who had been cultivating his character in Bianjing, also became very flustered at this moment.

Although he didn't understand military or political affairs and was devoted to calligraphy and painting.

But Zhao Ji also understood the most basic thing: as long as these forces attacking the Northern Song from the outside reached Bianjing, then his good days as Song Huizong would be over.

If he was lucky, he could still live under someone else's roof and live a carefree life as a wealthy man; if he was unlucky, he might be directly beheaded.

"Minister Huang! Minister Huang!"

"What should I do??!!??"

"You must save me, save the Northern Song!"

Song Huizong Zhao Ji shouted at Huang Shang very urgently.

After the various big and small events that had happened in the Northern Song over the years, Zhao Ji had become very accustomed to relying on Huang Shang.

Now, no matter what happened in the Northern Song, the first person Zhao Ji thought of was Huang Shang; as long as Huang Shang had a way to solve the problem, Song Huizong Zhao Ji would hand all these matters over to Huang Shang to handle.

And he himself had long forgotten that he, Zhao Ji, was the Emperor who should be handling these matters the most!

Looking at Zhao Ji's appearance at this time, Huang Shang shook his head helplessly in his heart.

For this Song Huizong of his, Huang Shang was completely disappointed.

If it were before, Huang Shang might have felt that if the Northern Song experienced some war, it might wake up his Emperor Majesty.

But after the occurrence of various things during these days, Huang Shang was completely disappointed in Song Huizong.

Now the only thought in Huang Shang's heart was that, as a minister of the Northern Song, he had the obligation to try his best to help the Northern Song get through this catastrophe.

After getting through it, Huang Shang was prepared to bid farewell to Song Huizong and return to his hometown, to live a leisurely life in the mountains and forests.

The current Huang Shang was too tired.

"The situation in our Northern Song is already as bad as it can get."

"The only way now is to find a way to drag it out."

"As long as we drag out the attacks of the various forces for a while, the Fang La and Liang Shan sides are peasant insurgent armies to begin with; when they can't achieve results, those peasants will naturally be more willing to go home and farm."

"After all, if possible, as long as there is still a bite to eat, who would want to give up a good life and instead take a hoe to the battlefield and lick blood on the edge of a knife?"

"As for the Great Liao, the Great Jin, and the Western Xia, their attacks were hasty to begin with, and the food they brought will definitely not be enough to support their long-term attacks."

"As for the Southern Song side, they will definitely bloom on two fronts; I believe it won't be long before the Southern Song will naturally be attacked from both sides and then retreat."

"So as long as we can drag it out now, even if we can't win, we can definitely give ourselves a breathing time."

"It's just that whether we can drag it out until then, we can only look at God's will."

Huang Shang said slowly to Song Huizong.

Huang Shang was not a god; the situation in the Northern Song was already chaotic to the extreme, so even Huang Shang could only rely on God's will to decide the survival of the Northern Song.

After hearing that Huang Shang had a way, the anxiety in Song Huizong's eyes disappeared instantly; he seemed not to have heard Huang Shang's final words about relying on God's will, and directly pushed all the problems to Huang Shang.

"Since there is a way, then Minister Huang should handle all these problems!"

Zhao Ji said to Huang Shang somewhat lazily.

Seeing this, Huang Shang sighed helplessly in his heart again.

Then he disappeared in front of Zhao Ji.