I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

"If, I mean if, if I find the answer in my heart on that battlefield, I will stop you as soon as possible, and it doesn't matter whether you kill or cut at that time."

Zheng Zhou said with a smile: "At that time, you must not live long."

Ku Ji was also laughing: "If I can talk to my husband, even if I die immediately, I will accept it calmly."

Changsun Wangqing wrinkled his nose and sniffed. There was a sour smell in the air that he didn't like.

After Zhengzhou left Cangyun Fort, the eldest grandson Wangqing arranged a place for Kuji. From today onwards, Xuanjia Cangyun Army has added a little novice monk who preaches scriptures every day.

A few days later, Changsun Wangqing finally planned to hold the so-called swearing-in meeting.

That is, the last willful madness before the expedition.

The anger for destroying Da Song has been lifted from this moment, and no matter what happens in the future, as long as Da Song has not been replaced in the future, he cannot relax.

There was another person beside Changsun Wangqing standing on the high platform. This person was not Zheng Linyuan, nor was he the military advisor of Xuanjia Cangyun Army. He was alone and expressionless. It was Zhengzhou.

Under the blessing of Confucianism, Changsun Wangqing swayed his enthusiasm and determination to win. There is no need for vulgarity in the army, what is needed is blood, and the enthusiasm and dreams that Zhengzhou said about Kuji before.

To put it another way, it's actually a cake.

An excellent general should know how to draw cakes.

Changsun Wangqing is a master of this.

Although she is cold, she deliberately maintains a cold attitude in front of the soldiers.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he absolutely hit the nail on the head.

"When the war is won, each of us can go to the land where spring flowers bloom."

No one would believe that this was the most important thing for the invincible Xuanjia Cangyun.

In the extreme cold and storm, they insisted on maintaining the integrity of the territory of the Song Dynasty, but no one had the dream of singing loudly in the warm spring.

All rights are false.

Now at the moment, they just want to watch the sunrise and the flowers bloom once in spring.

It would be great if the sun is not covered by clouds and fog.

After the soldiers were excited, the eldest grandson Wangqing said again: "Cangyun belongs to all brothers and sisters, and they should swear to protect each other to the death."

"Anyone who breaks trust, injustice, or harms the people because of selfish desires will be targeted by Cang Yun's sharp edge."

"For things that are contrary to Cangyun's creed, only ask right and wrong, there is no room for it."

"The movement of the blue clouds does not open for the sky, does not move for the thunder, and does not stop for the frost."

"When the Cangyun banner sweeps across, those who harm the common people will all die."

After Changsun Wangqing finished speaking, he waved his arms.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers under the high platform screamed one after another.

Unfamiliar soldiers may not know that these few words are the belief that Cang Yun has held on for so many years, and they are the last treasure left by Changsun Wangqing's father, Changsun Gongbo, to the Xuanjia Cangyun Army.

Whenever there is a major event, Changsun Wangqing will read this sentence again.

Now, it is a habit.

The eldest grandson Wangqing suppressed the heart that was aroused by reciting the oath, "Let Zhengzhou say a few words for us next, he is the head teacher of the Yantian Sect, and he is the deputy commander of my Xuanjia Cangyun Army. to me!"

Zhengzhou stepped forward and coughed: "When the wind blows, the clouds fly, and the warriors guard the four directions. The Song Dynasty will be destroyed no matter what, and it will not be destroyed. Just think about how many ordinary people died in the Song Dynasty. Pressing the hand, in this battle we fight for ourselves, for the people of the world, for the long history of China and the world!"

The eldest grandson Wangqing said at the same time: "Get ready to go!"

Ku Ji stood in the army formation, looked at Zhengzhou on the high platform, and felt a little something in his heart, and the confusing direction of the book became clearer.

At the same time, Xuanjia Cangyun Army's Zhengdao War Letter was also delivered to the Song court.

Cangyun Castle was excited and wished they could leave immediately.

The court of the Great Song Dynasty was clear and cold, with such a large hall, fewer courtiers came, and there were only a few loyal people in front of Zhao Xin.

As the saying goes, the strong wind knows the strong grass, and now when grievances and resentments arise, the entire Song court knows who is the loyal minister.

Zhao Xin sat slumped on the dragon chair, his eyes were lifeless, like a dead person.

An unpopular official said: "Your Majesty, we are in the same situation as Li You Taoist Sect, why don't we look for them again?"

Zhao Xin mechanically replied: "There are only tens of thousands of cultivators of Li You Dao Sect, can they withstand the hundreds of thousands of Xuanjia Cangyun's army?"

"Then recruit men widely and release death row prisoners, as long as they can be thrown into the battlefield."

Chapter 153 The Last Hope of Song Dynasty

Zhao Xin suddenly had hope: "Since this is the case, who will be the commander? General Li's life and death are unpredictable, who can be worthy of such a great use now?"

There are only two commanders who can be used in the Song Dynasty.

One is Sun Wangqing, the commander-in-chief of Xuanjia Cangyun Army.

The other person is Li Yuanji, commander of Tiance Flying General.

Now in order to suppress the rebellion of the eldest grandson Wangqing, Li Yuanji has no news at all, life and death are unpredictable, and the commander-in-chief of the Song Dynasty is still there.

There is no one in Zhao Xin's mind who might take on this kind of situation.

"If Your Majesty doesn't dislike it, I would like to be this commander!" the courtier said firmly.

Zhao Xin cast his gaze: "Who are you?"

There are too many courtiers in the Great Song Dynasty, and Zhao Xin will not be able to remember who this person is for a while.

And judging by the official robe he wears, his status is very low, barely able to go to court.

"My Wang Shouren, I don't need to talk about my official position. Although I have little strength, I am willing to eliminate evil for the people and leave a hopeful seed for the Song Dynasty."

His eyes were firm, and his words were full of irrefutable force.

Zhao Xin believed it in a strange way: "This matter is all in your hands, Da Song Sheji, and the burden is on your shoulders alone."

After speaking, Zhao Xin gave the eunuch a look.

The eunuch immediately fetched a mace that was a few feet long, and said, "This is a gift from the sage. It can be used to stun the emperor, and it can be used to beat traitors. With it, you can walk around the city of Tokyo and do anything without being interrogated."