Taiping Prefecture, a large camp on the outskirts of the city.
After Zongze's death, Yue Fei, Han Shizhong and others fought tooth and nail to bring the soldiers out.
Everyone was injured, morale was low, and they were hungry.
There was an aura of despair in the camp, and the smell of blood stimulated the soldiers, making them unable to forget their situation for a moment.
The most terrible thing is that among the local people, they are the enemies.
Because they are the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty, and the monarchs and ministers of the Song Dynasty have forced the people of Jiangnan Road to survive.
At this moment, a horse flew over and arrived at the camp.
The visitor was wearing the uniform of a lieutenant under the command of Yi Hui, with a very handsome horse under his crotch. Under the numb eyes of all the soldiers, he arrived outside the commander's tent.
"Where is Yue Fei?"
The curtain opened, and a man who looked slightly haggard but still had firm eyes came out.
"I am Yue Fei."
The visitor unfolded an imperial edict and said loudly: "Yue Fei receives the edict."
The people present were a little hostile. Looking at the captain who came to announce the decree, in their opinion, it was nothing more than an imperial edict to condemn the enemy after the defeat.
Maybe Yue Fei will be escorted back to Beijing too.
After the edict was read out, everyone was shocked that so many things had happened in the past few days when they were running for their lives in Qingxi Cave.
His Majesty passed away, the privet went south, Prime Minister Cai died, and the empress succeeded to the throne...
Even Yue Fei, who had always been calm, couldn't help but scratch his head.
Then there is the content of the imperial edict. Yue Fei was ordered to do so in the face of danger and was named the general manager of Jiangnan Road, temporarily taking charge of all matters of Jiangnan Road.
He was given the power to kill first and report later. If the local and state governments did not comply, it would be like treason.
Moreover, the imperial court is about to find a way to transport food, grass and baggage from the heavy siege.
Don't think that the Song Dynasty's treasury is really empty. In fact, it is very rich. The annual coins prepared for the Khitan and Dangxiang are enough for the Song army to feed themselves.
Although the Song Dynasty often did not pay military pay, it was always very concerned about the annual coins given to foreign countries. The emphasis was on giving one to three.
That is to say, those who are not given one year will prepare for the next three years to avoid delays and provide Fanbang with an excuse to go south.
To be fair, this imperial edict is completely different from the past.
Logically speaking, they should be happy, but when Yue Fei heard that the empress had ascended the throne, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Han Shizhong patted his shoulder excitedly and said, "I wonder if the food and grass mentioned by the court can be delivered."
Yue Fei stopped Yi Hui's captain and asked about the current situation in the Song Dynasty, saying: "Now that Ligustrum lucidum has gone south, haven't Daming Mansion's hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses won the battle?"
"Da Ming Mansion?" Captain Yihui shook his head and spat: "Liang Zhongshu of Daming Mansion is a complete idiot. First, he was broken into the city by Liangshan bandits, and then his father-in-law helped him get away with it and forcibly escorted Wen Da and Li Cheng.
Enter Beijing."
Han Shizhong stamped his foot, "If Ligustrum goes south, wouldn't Daming Mansion be leaderless?"
In a military town, all the senior generals were executed.
In the eyes of Yue Fei, Han Shizhong and others, this is simply ridiculous, but Cai Jing and others know how to fight in officialdom, so they don't care about it.
In the final analysis, my own interests outweighed all others, and I did not consider the imperial government and the country at all.
Colonel Yihui continued to scold: "What's even more hateful is that both Soochow and Tang Dynasty sent troops to the country to take advantage of the situation and rob them."
Han Shizhong was still concerned about the food and grass matter. He continued to ask: "It is said that the food and grass are replenished, but do you know how to replenish it? Now the war is in chaos, and there are scattered Tatars near Bianliang. How can the food and grass be transported out?"
Zhu Wu smiled and said, "My master has his own way."
At that time, Zhu Wu followed Mr. Lao Zhong to fight the Dangxiang people in Hengshan. The Western Army was also deprived of military pay by the imperial court. At that time, everyone thought it was a dead end.
But Li Yu transported enough military rations to feed 100,000 people for three days overnight, turning a close defeat into a great victory.
Although he didn't know how his master did it, Zhu Wu understood that as long as Li Yu wanted to be lucky, he could get as much luck as he wanted.
Yue Fei sighed and said: "The national crisis is approaching. We must cheer up as soon as possible, defeat Fang La, and then send our troops north to drive out the privet thieves. The privet is just a barbarian Tatar in a small area. It depends entirely on the assistance of the Song Dynasty to successfully resist.
Khitan, I never thought that I would dare to repay kindness with hatred. They took advantage of the chaos to kill my people, massacre my city, and surround my capital. This is unbearable."
Looking at the demoralized camp, Han Shizhong rolled his eyes, dodged the imperial edict, ran to the arrow tower and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty has passed away, and the new emperor has ascended the throne. He has pardoned our sins of defeat and supplemented our food and salary.
Everyone who is killed or wounded in battle will be compensated!"
His voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly by the entire military camp. Those who were close did not feel it was harsh, and those who were far away did not hear it clearly.
For a moment, there were thunderous cheers in the camp. Soon, the quartermaster ran out, his face flushed, and shouted loudly: "The food and grass have indeed arrived! The food and grass have really arrived!"
Yue Fei was startled and dragged him to the grain storage area. There were many weapons, armor, and grains neatly displayed here.
After the defeat, Yue Fei would inspect this place every night, and he clearly remembered how much food was left.
Suddenly, there was so much extra food, as well as weapons and equipment, it was like falling from the sky.
On the grain and grass, there was a sign given by the emperor, which attracted everyone to kneel down and worship.
Yue Fei was overjoyed and said loudly: "Bury the pot and make rice!"
The one who delivered the food was naturally Li Yu, but at this time, he was trying his best to create gods.
All the credit must go to Zhao Fujin. This empress must be firmly established and become the only emperor they support in the hearts of the soldiers and people of the Song Dynasty.
Yue Fei looked at the soldiers whose morale had recovered, and then looked at the imperial edict in Han Shizhong's hand, as if he had seen the dawn.
Everything will be fine.
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Bianliang, in the imperial city.
Several so-called Khitan royal families knelt in the Golden Palace, begging the Song Emperor to help them take revenge, and expressed that the Khitan was willing to surrender to the Song Dynasty.
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Fujin, therefore named himself the Lord of the Khitan, and incorporated all the Khitan territory that was twice the size of the Song Dynasty into the Song Dynasty.
Although these places are under the control of Ligustrum, everyone knows that there are only a few people in Privet.
Now that the Song Dynasty has started a war with Ligustrum lucidum, one of the two sides will definitely lose. When the Ligustrum lucidum is destroyed, the Song Dynasty will have the opportunity to grab so much land.
Otherwise, if these lands fall into the hands of the Turks, Xianbei, Jurchens, etc., they will definitely create another huge disaster.
Zhao Fujin returned to the palace, flicked his sleeves, spread out his limbs, and lay down on the dragon couch.
Xue Baoqin stood aside and said, "Your Majesty, the court is over this morning. You can change out of your royal robes."
"I...I don't want to move."
Although this outfit is tiring to wear, Zhao Fujin is also a monk and has very high magic power.
She was purely mentally tired, not physically tired. She was too tired sitting on the dragon chair.
She almost fell asleep several times. If Bao Qin hadn't kept reminding her, she would have made a fool of herself.
Suddenly, she stood up with her butt stuck out, and said with a smile: "Baoqin, let's go out and play."
"Er... go out... to play?"
"Let's go to Zhengjingmen to play with Sister Lian'er and ask her to take us to the city to eat delicious food."
"I won't go and let people know that I abducted His Majesty from the palace. Isn't this a capital crime?"
Zhao Fujin held her shoulders, patted his chest, tilted his chin and said, "What are you afraid of? I...I am here to protect you."
