At this moment, some people's eyes have undergone subtle changes.

Zhang Bofen suddenly said loudly: "Long live my emperor!"

Everyone also shouted: "Long live our emperor!"

People in the distance cast their eyes over, and for some reason, they also started shouting.

Maybe it was because the defense of the city was too hard, and my heart was too tortured.

If you all need a boost, take it as a boost to yourself.

People need spiritual support in difficult times!

Then, more people began to chant.

Zhao Ning did not expect that these words would set everyone on fire.

In fact, the Song Dynasty!

The people of the Song Dynasty were really lovely people.

In history, when the outer city of Tokyo was destroyed, countless people in Tokyo organized spontaneously to resist the gold.

The common people even gathered together and killed the envoys sent by Song Qinzong to negotiate peace. The next day, 300,000 people lined up to receive weapons.

Historical data says this: When the Jin soldiers wanted to set fire to the city and massacre it, the residents and the people in the city wanted to engage in street fighting "like clouds coming".

What is the concept of three hundred thousand?

If you stand at the top of the city and see 300,000 people pouring in from the streets and alleys below, it will be like a sea of ​​people.

The Jin army, feared by everyone in the court, stood at the top of the city. The officials surrendered first, but the people rose up to resist!

Even teenagers and even ten-year-old children know how to resist.

And at this moment, the people in Hebei and Hedong are also fighting to the death against the Jin army.

Let's put it this way: the common people of the Song Dynasty were resisting desperately, and the high-ranking officials and emperors in the court of the Song Dynasty all knelt down and surrendered.

Sure enough, the bones of powerful people are soft.

Ordinary people: The emperor and officials of this term are so bad that they cannot be led!

Zhao Ning: It doesn’t matter if you can’t carry him, I’ll do it now!

Zhao Ning looked at the people around him. The shouts coming from nearby, around and far away were like waves, row after row.

The city of Tokyo has been suppressed for too long.

The court has been vacillating between advocating for war and advocating for peace. Most of the time, it was advocating for peace, and several envoys were sent to negotiate peace.

The Jin people had no intention of negotiating peace at all.

The people are all sad and angry at the weakness of the imperial court!

The sound at the top of the Tokyo city was even heard by the Jin army outside the city. Many Jin army soldiers cast their eyes on the city tower.

Wanyan Zongwang walked out from the coaching camp, followed by Wanyan Yanmu, Wanyanchang, Liu Yanzong and others.

They all looked at the tower in front of them.

Liu Yanzong said: "Your Highness, listening to this posture, it is the emperor of the Song Dynasty who is in the tower."

Wanyan Zongwang smiled and said: "So what if the emperor of the Song Dynasty came to the tower in person? What if the soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty resisted again? The weakness of the Song Dynasty was not in the people, but in the royal family. The leader was dim and the ministers were mediocre, and the soldiers were treated as such.

Damn it, how can such a court win a war?"

"Your Highness is wise."

Wanyan Zongwang, the second prince of the Jin Dynasty, the second son of Jin Taizu Wanyan Aguda, the most capable commander of the Jurchens, not only has first-class tactical skills, but also outstanding strategic skills.

However, he was a peace advocate. He did not agree with the destruction of the Song Dynasty. He hoped to tire out the Song Dynasty and weaken the Song Dynasty, and then achieve the goal of paying tribute every year.

The others didn't say anything. It was now the siege stage, and the supreme commander of the Jin army here was not Wanyan Zongwang, but Wanyan Zonghan.

Wanyan Zonghan was a standard hardliner, the Destroyer Song Dynasty faction.

Zhao Ning packed up and returned to the palace.

He knew that things were actually difficult to handle.

It is impossible to shout slogans at the top of the city and everything will be fine.

This war will not end with a bloody fight.

However, in any case, the city of Tokyo, which was about to be captured today in history, was not captured, which shows that the trajectory of history has undergone subtle changes.

Next, it is time to change your destiny. You must not be captured by the Jin people and sent to the north.

After we came back, it was already evening, the sky was gradually getting dark, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

I took a hot bath first to avoid catching a cold. After all, the body is the capital of revolution.

Alas, there is no soap, I am not used to it!

No shampoo either!

Look at the pig-bristle toothbrush again. The one used by the royal family is not as good as the toothbrush used by ordinary people in the 21st century.

Forget it, now is not the time to pay attention to these things.

After taking a bath, he left Tangmuge and returned to Funing Hall. He changed into regular clothes and prepared to go to Wende Hall to summon Zhang Shuye to discuss the matter of defending the city.

Zhao Ning couldn't help but sigh, how rich and colorful his life is in the 21st century.

Moreover, I just met a beautiful girl yesterday. I added her on WeChat and we were chatting happily, but in the blink of an eye, she died.

It's such a pity when I think of not being able to meet such a beautiful girl. I'm afraid my life from now on will be boring.

What a scam!

At this moment, Zhao Huan's queen Zhu Lian suddenly arrived at Funing Palace.

"Official family."

A soft voice came, and Zhao Ning turned around and saw a delicate little woman walking towards him.

Zhu Lian is a standard classical beauty. Her skin is very white, as delicate and smooth as silk.

The face shape is not an oval face, but an oval face that makes people feel very comfortable.

A small and straight nose, and a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, blend together very softly.

Especially those almond eyes, like autumn water, giving people a soft and quiet feeling.

At the same time, it exudes a dignified and elegant temperament.

Zhao Ning immediately thought of the King of the Daughter Kingdom written by Wu Chengen.

He was stunned, feeling as if a white moonlight appeared in front of him.

Zhao Ning: What? I just met a girl yesterday and added her on WeChat? Why don’t I remember this?

Men's love is very exclusive: they always like beautiful women.

"Ms. Xiao Zhu, why are you here?"

Men in the Song Dynasty usually called their wives Niangzi.

The emperor was no exception. For example, in history, Zhao Gou called his beloved concubine "Big Lady Liu" and "Little Lady Liu".

Zhu Lian was a little anxious, but asked with concern: "Guan, I heard that you were in a hurry to leave the palace and go to the city gate today."

"Yes!" Zhao Ning sighed, and he pulled the collar with his hand. The clothes worn by the emperors of the Song Dynasty were also relatively simple and soft in texture.

But compared to the clothes of later generations, they were still very cumbersome, and he wasn't used to them yet.

"The soldiers guarding the city must have worked hard. I went to express my condolences."

"I am worried that the official family will be infected with the cold. The official family should put the family, the country, and the country first." Zhu Lian held a jade plate in his hand, with a clay pot on it. "This is the ginseng I boiled for the official family."

Let’s drink some soup while it’s hot.”

Looking at the gentle and considerate woman in front of him, Zhao Ning couldn't bear it. He took it and put it gently on the table.

"I know, I will pay attention to it in the future." Zhao Ning gently hugged Zhu Lian into his arms. He could feel that the person in his arms was shaking slightly, and he could also feel Zhu Lian's nervousness and anxiety.

Nowadays, the entire city of Tokyo is very anxious, and Zhao Ning can understand her feelings.

In fact, Zhu Lian's fate in history was very tragic. He was taken captive to the north, but he was unwilling to surrender and committed suicide.

Zhao Ning secretly swore in his heart that the city would not be broken by the Jin army.

"You go back first. I have informed Zhang Shuye that I have something important to discuss with him."

"The officials should drink the hot soup first before going."

"Yeah." Zhao Ning opened the lid, sat down and drank one sip after another.

The food in the Song Dynasty was already very particular, and this bowl of soup was also very particular.

Perhaps because of the previous nervousness, Zhao Ning drank a lot, and after drinking, he felt full of strength.

"Go back quickly, I will accompany you later."

"I'll take my leave first."

Zhao Ning strode towards Wende Hall.

Zhang Shuye was already waiting there.

"Official family."

"Go in and talk."

Zhang Shuye followed Zhao Ning and walked in.

There are 150,000 Jin troops outside the city. Now the entire city, more than one million people, are very anxious!

Is there any strategy to retreat from the enemy?

have!
Chapter completed!