The return of the thirty thousand taels of silver far exceeded Zhao Kun's expectations.
Not only did all the donations raised by the northern martyrs benefit the border residents, Zhao Huan also provided an additional 20,000 taels of silver.
Moreover, Gao Yaokang, one of the biggest scourges standing in the way of the northern border people, was eliminated.
This is great news for the entire Northern Territory.
"The sky has eyes. In such troubled times, I sent your prince to save our border people from the sea of fire."
"If you don't dislike it, from now on, all our righteous soldiers and common people in the northern border will be willing to give their full support to the prince!"
"Please, Your Majesty, please accept my respects again."
Zhao Huan clasped his hands behind his back and stood proudly with his head raised. He fully deserved the kneeling worship of dozens of martyrs.
After all, a prince should have the aura of a prince.
"Get up."
Following Zhao Huan's light words, the Northern Frontier righteous men stood up one after another without any hesitation. Their eyes when they looked at Zhao Huan became brighter.
In troubled times, only heroes can turn the tide!
It will take time to judge whether Zhao Huan is a "hero", but he can definitely bear the title of "owl" now.
"Your Majesty, Gao Yaokang has been taken to Yushitai Prison and is bound to die."
"Gao Qiu will definitely make trouble when he returns to Beijing. You should be careful."
Faced with Zhao Kun's kind reminder, Zhao Huan chuckled and said, "It's better to worry about yourselves first."
"The fund-raising meeting has caused so much noise. You people must have attracted attention. If you want to leave Kyoto alive, it will be extremely difficult to reach the sky."
Hearing this, Zhao Kun was not worried at all.
He waved his hand and said proudly: "When we came to Beijing, we had the belief that we would die. Now that the people on the northern frontier have received the protection of the prince, we will die without regrets."
Zhao Huan frowned: "If you die, what will I do?"
Zhao Kun was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of confusion: "What do you mean by the prince's words?"
"Today, the majesty of the prince shakes the heaven and the earth, and all the righteous people in the world echo him!"
"Besides, besides the title of Prince, you are also the eldest son of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. The future Emperor of the Song Dynasty, even the six thieves who dominate the government, will probably not dare to touch the Prince."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan cursed in his heart, "You are bragging, can you not bring me with you?"
The country is about to fall, and in these troubled times, wouldn't a mere prince, even His Majesty, become a prisoner in the blink of an eye?
From the king to the sycophants, everyone is extremely crazy.
If you want to gain a foothold in this troubled world, prestige and power are indispensable.
Now Zhao Huan has only gained "prestige" at best, but is still far from "prestige".
And power is in an absolute "vacuum" state.
At this time, no matter how beautiful Zhao Huan was on the surface, his head was always hanging on the waistband of his trousers, and it might suddenly fall off one day.
Prestige is the basis for obtaining power, and power is the basis for settling down and settling down.
"Even if I have the heart to help the Song Dynasty, I am besieged on all sides and it is difficult to support a lonely tree."
"If you die, we will have to wait until the news of the fund-raising meeting reaches the northern border. Without the support of the people, wouldn't all my efforts be in vain?"
Zhao Kun woke up from a dream, immediately lowered his head and his face turned red.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my stupidity."
"We will definitely try our best to leave Bianjing and return to Beipei!"
However, Zhao Huan lowered his hand and said seriously: "If you leave Bianjing, don't go back easily. The Gao family has a deep connection with the border troops. No matter how fast you are, you can't move faster than a hundred thousand urgent troops."
"The day when you are reunited with your family is the day when your family is broken up."
Not only Zhao Kun, but also the faces of all the Northern Frontier heroes sank, but they were followed by joy!
Your Majesty is so far-sighted and will achieve great things in the future!
"What does the prince mean?"
Zhao Huan blurted out: "Of course you should take advantage of your advantages as businessmen and accumulate wealth. As long as you have money, you can recruit troops."
When they heard the word "recruiting troops and buying horses", all the righteous soldiers were stunned.
Zhao Kun couldn't believe his ears: "Wang...Wangye, what did you say? Recruiting troops?"
"As the eldest son of the emperor, this is a serious crime with intent to rebel."
Zhao Huan's eyes widened, he glanced around a few times to make sure no one was paying attention, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"What did you shout?"
"Are you planning to make the game a little more difficult because you think I have a long life?"
game?!
How can such a big thing be trivial...
But looking back on Zhao Huan's various feats in Gen Yue, he is by no means an arrogant and reckless person...
Zhao Huan explained patiently.
"Although our heroic soldiers of the Song Dynasty have strong men, strong horses, and well-equipped equipment, their morale has collapsed, and their military discipline is extremely loose. They are no longer useful."
"Expecting these people to block the Jin's offensive is tantamount to wishful thinking."
"Only by cultivating a brave army and severely defeating the Jin people's spirit can we boost morale."
"As for raising troops to respect one's own self and deliberately plotting rebellion...who said that the king is raising soldiers? I am just recruiting servants."
Servant...
It is unbelievable that the servants can defeat the Jin army head-on.
However, considering the current chaos in the border army, Zhao Kun had no choice but to continue to make a desperate bet on Zhao Huan.
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty!"
"We will do our best to recruit troops for the prince and fight the golden thief to the death."
Zhao Huan was afraid of going too far, so he quickly added: "Remember, the king is recruiting servants. The number should not be too many, limited to one thousand."
"As for weapons and armor... don't equip them at all. We will wait until I have military power in my hands."
Zhao Kun immediately clasped his fists, turned away with all the martyrs, and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.
Chang Fu couldn't hold himself back for a long time and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
"My lord, how can you fight against the Jin people if you have a thousand servants and don't even have weapons or armor? This is a fantasy."
Zhao Huan held his head high, looking confident.
"I would like to emphasize once again that these thousand people are all servants!"
"Aren't you also a servant?"
Changfu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, his eyes brightened: "Anyone who can become a servant of the royal family, who is not superb in martial arts?"
Zhao Huan put his hands behind his back and took a deep breath.
What the Song Dynasty lacks now is not soldiers, let alone armor, but morale!
The courage to face the golden man head-on!
Taking a step back ten thousand steps to say... Even if the success fails, these one thousand people can still become Zhao Huan's capital for moving south.
This selfishness is to prepare for the coming "doomsday".
At the same time, a figure hurried towards Gen Yue and happened to collide with Zhao Huan head-on.
If Chang Fu hadn't reacted quickly and stepped forward to block him immediately, the man would have knocked the unsuspecting Zhao Huan off his feet.
"My lord! See the prince!"
A low roar like muffled thunder resounded throughout Genyue.
Gao Qiu, who was wearing a purple official uniform, bowed his hands and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, wanting to tear Zhao Huan into pieces.