[Comprehensive] Wearing the martial arts world to be the emperor

From the fifth year of Xianchun to the sixth year of Xianchun, in a short period of one year, through the efforts of the supreme emperor, down to the traffickers and pawns, the whole Bianliang almost changed its appearance.

Although there is still a big gap from the most prosperous time, it is much better than a year ago.

It was also this year that Kublai Khan finally defeated Brother Alibu and officially became the Khan of Mongolia.

From the day he took control of Mongolia, both Kublai Khan and Yan Jingbai knew that the war between the two countries was about to start.

Although Mongolia's strength has been greatly damaged due to internal struggles, it has been weak for hundreds of years, and the Song Dynasty, which has just improved in recent years, is much stronger.

The Northern Expedition was nothing more than Mongolia having no time to go south, and Yan Jingbai took up the gap to know history and was reluctantly overturned, but now Kublai Khan has nothing to do. Under the Mongolian elite soldiers and iron cavalry, whether the Song Dynasty can stop it is another matter.

In May of the sixth year of Xianchun, Kublai Khan personally led 20 Mongolian cavalry to attack Song Dynasty.

When the news came out, whether it was the people of the Song Dynasty or the officials of the Manchu Dynasty, there were probably not many who could maintain their composure.

When Zhang Shijie came to ask for a fight, Yan Jingbai didn't say anything, but steadily knocked the pieces in his hand down on the chessboard.

At the end of May, Yan Jingbai asked Li Tingzhi to be the chief general, and Zhang Shijie was his deputy, leading 30 Song troops northward to fight against Mongolia.

The 30-strong army left in four groups, carrying the hope of the entire Song Dynasty.

In addition to the necessary defenders at various city checkpoints, Yan Jingbai really sent out all the troops of the Song Dynasty.

Win or lose, success or failure depends on it!

Yan Jingbai did not leave a way out for himself, nor did he leave a way out for Da Song.

Li Tingzhi is a man who uses his troops cautiously, unlike Zhang Shijie, he uses his troops cunningly, like an antelope hanging horns without a trace, every step he takes, every attack, he only asks for a word of stability.

After the two sides met, he did not attack first, but sent out a few groups of cavalry to test each other with the Mongolian army several times, and each other won and lost.

The battle report ahead was not going well. The ministers of the Manchu Dynasty were all worried, and everyone tightened their strings, but no one proposed to negotiate peace with the Mongols as before.

Yan Jingbai was finally able to transfer, teach this group of people, and he was quite satisfied with this.

This war is destined to be a protracted one.

Kublai Khan was also extremely shocked. After a few short battles, he was keenly aware of the difference in the Song army. Is this the rotten Song army that collapsed after being rushed by the Mongolian cavalry? !

If it weren't for the strong cities in the south, the Mongolian iron cavalry would have flattened the Southern Song Dynasty, so he has always despised the Song people, especially those vulnerable Song Dynasty troops.

But now it's only been a few years, and the Song people have changed so much, which reminds him of all kinds of deeds about the emperor of the Song Dynasty in the intelligence.

Just an idiot emperor, one day he suddenly changed his temper, became wise and decisive, and completely changed the fate of Song Dynasty by himself. Is it possible?

Or is it really like folk rumors that the emperors of the Song Dynasty were just unopened before, but once they opened their hearts, they would be possessed by real dragons and benefit the common people in the world? !

It's a pity that he may not be able to guess the truth for the rest of his life. After all, who would think that a person's shell will remain the same, but there will be a different person inside?

Except Shi Zhixuan.

The war lasted for more than half a year, the two sides were evenly matched, and no one could do anything to the other, and the war was in a stalemate for a while.

But Kublai Khan was obviously not in a hurry. Li Tingzhi and the others could see that the other party was deliberately delaying the war. The longer the war was delayed, the better it would be for Mongolia.

Because winter is coming.

The winter in the north was nothing to the Mongols who were born in the bitter cold outside the Great Wall, but it was a disaster for most of the Song Army who grew up in the warm south.

The colder the climate, the more the balance of victory will tip to Mongolia.

Song Dynasty Bianliang, Funing Hall.

Yan Jingbai was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, his figure was no longer as slender as before, and he looked a little bloated.

Holding the memorial sent back by Li Tingzhi, he was discussing the war ahead with Lu Xiufu.

His eyes were still calm, his demeanor was calm, and he was not worried by the unfavorable words written in the memorial.

But Lu Xiufu, who was sitting opposite him, was far from his composure. He frowned tightly, and said worriedly: "This battle is about the survival of the country. We can only win but not lose. Your Excellency uses troops like a god, and he is still accompanied by General Zhang, if even they say that this battle is worrisome, then, then..." At this point, he couldn't go on talking for a while, if this battle was lost, would Da Song dying?

Thinking of this, he looked at Yan Jingbai almost subconsciously, as if he was looking for some confidence to win for himself. This man is the pillar of the Song Dynasty. As long as he is here, the Song Dynasty will never forget it!

This is not his idea alone, but the idea of ​​the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, and even the idea of ​​all the people of the Great Song Dynasty!

And Yan Jingbai did not disappoint him like countless times before.

He walked slowly to the window, opened the window to take a breath of cold air, then turned around, and said with a firm gaze: "Start the Sky Swallowing Plan!"

Lu Xiufu stood up and bowed deeply, "I obey the order!"

The winter in Yanyun was getting colder and colder, and Kublai Khan was looking forward to this day with all his heart, but when this day came, his old injuries became more and more painful. He couldn't sleep every day, and the pain was unbearable.

At this time, he would rely on his own doctor, a Song Dynasty doctor who saved his life when he was seriously injured five years ago.

Although Kublai Khan looked down on the soldiers of the Song Dynasty, he always valued the culture of the Song people, and he also relied heavily on the Song doctor who saved his life.

In the next few years, his old injury recurred repeatedly. When the attack occurred, the pain in the wound was unbearable, and he could not even get out of bed. Countless Mongolian doctors were helpless in this situation. Only this doctor brought back from the Southern Song Dynasty could help him relieve the pain , so Kublai Khan valued him even more.

This time he went south to attack the Song Dynasty, just in case, he also brought the doctor with him, unexpectedly it was really useful.

In the king's tent of the Mongolian army camp, because of Khan's illness, several generals could only discuss the military situation with him before the sick bed.

And at this moment, the attendant who was in charge of serving Kublai Khan came in with a middle-aged man carrying the pills. He first took a sip of the pitch-black concoction with a cleaned spoon, and after confirming that it was non-toxic, Then he gave it to Kublai Khan to drink.

Although he trusted the doctor, he didn't dare to take risks during the critical period. After all, the doctor was still from the Song Dynasty, and the army he was attacking was the Song army.

After drinking the medicine, he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect. He felt that the pain in his wound seemed to be better.

About forty years old, the handsome doctor said softly: "Please let me take Khan's pulse."

This is an established process, Kublai Khan did not refuse, and stretched out his hand as he said.

The doctor took two steps forward, and placed his fingers on Kublai Khan's wrist.

It was just a very, very normal pulse diagnosis, no different from every previous one, but during the silence, suddenly Kublai Khan's eyes widened violently, a large mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth with a puff, and powerful qi flowed along the meridians. His internal organs were shattered, and he lost his breath almost instantly.

The other people in the tent didn't even have time to react, they saw their profuse sweat dying in front of them, and everyone's minds went blank for a moment.

It wasn't until a streak of blood gushed out, and a Mongolian general had his throat cut by a gentle doctor, that the rest of the people finally came to their senses.

"Catch assassins!"

A few loud roars floated out of the king's tent, and the bright sword light shrouded his head all at once.

The corner of the doctor's lips curled into a cold arc, and the whole person shuttled among the few people like a ghost.

In his hand is a slender silver-white silk thread, which he uses so superbly that almost every swing can take away a life.

The general in the tent is not difficult to deal with, but it is rare to have thousands of troops surrounded outside.

He looked at the fallen corpses all over the tent, then straightened his blood-stained clothes before walking out calmly.

When the fiery red smoke slowly rose in the air, Zhang Shijie held up his iron gun and rushed out first. The black iron flow swept mountains and seas, and together with him, they went to the Mongolian army's barracks...

When the news of Fang Fang's great victory came, the whole Bianliang was shocked, countless people were overjoyed, and even more were crying with joy.

Even Yan Jingbai, who was neither emotional nor angry, showed a happy smile.

After six years of planning, the simple ending did not disappoint him.

In this battle, because the Mongolian Khan and several generals who could call the shots were all in the hands of Conglong Yinwei, the Mongolian crowd had no leader, and under the attack of the Song army without warning, they won an unprecedented defeat. .

After this battle, more than [-] Mongols were killed or injured, most of whom trampled to death when the Song army attacked because no one was dispatching them. More than [-] were captured, and less than [-] fled back to Mongolia.

Mongolia was completely defeated in this war, and the major khanates that refused to accept Kublai Khan were completely independent, and they did not even maintain their superficial submission.

Bo'er only thought that the royal family was useless, and had no choice but to retreat westward.

In one go, Zhang Shijie led his people not only to recover the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, but also to advance the territory of the Great Song Dynasty to the west by three hundred miles.

Since then, Mongolia has no power to invade the Song Dynasty in the south.

On the day when the surrender form was handed over in Mongolia and the whole country celebrated, Yan Jingbai quietly went to the Hall of Martyrs alone.

The Hall of Martyrs is the resting place of the souls of all the soldiers who died for the country. Only one year ago, there was a group of people here, a group of people whose names should not appear here anyway.

After paying homage to the soldiers who died in this war, Yan Jingbai came to a huge stone tablet.

He knew the numerous names on the stele without counting them. There were 290 people in total, and the word Guo Jing in the first row was particularly clear.

He wrapped his body tightly, bent slightly, and lit a stick of fragrance in front of the stone tablet.

A curl of white smoke rose, and the smell of sandalwood gradually dissipated. He stood in front of the stele for a long, long time without moving.

"It's really hypocritical." A faint voice sounded, it was Shi Zhixuan's voice.

Yan Jingbai was slightly in a daze, because the other party hadn't spoken for many years, and he almost forgot that there was another person in his body.

Shi Zhixuan said: "You are the one who killed people, and you are the one who worships now. You think I am cruel, but in fact you are the real cruelty. Not only are you cruel, but you are also extremely hypocritical!"

His words were like thorns, piercing Yan Jingbai's body fiercely, but he was not angry because he never felt that he did the right thing.

However, he said indifferently: "Even if I do it all over again, I will still make such a decision! You know, I don't have much time, so I can only choose the simplest and most direct method. Great Song Wulin can never override above the law!"

Shi Zhixuan sneered and said, "Other Jianghu people may not be sure, but you should know Guo Jing well. A person with his temperament is the most upright and dedicated to serving the country. Don't you feel ashamed to kill him?!"

"So what, I'm ashamed of him and of these people, but so what." Yan Jingbai's voice was so calm that it was almost cold, "Since I've made up my mind to let them die on the battlefield, so many Guo Jings can't do it alone. Not too much, in my eyes, they are all the same, no matter whose fate it is, they are all the same."

His slender fingers slowly brushed across the cold stone tablet, he took a last look at the name on the tablet, turned around and strode away.

His time was indeed coming.

After the beginning of spring, everyone was still immersed in the joy of victory in the war. They didn't know that the emperor who brought them a stable life was gradually dying.

In just a few months, Yan Jingbai has become inexhaustible, and everyone who stays around him can clearly see that life is rapidly draining from his body.

The imperial doctor diagnosed that he was overworked and exhausted.

Overworked!

Lu Xiufu burst into tears, he was the closest person to the emperor, and only he knew how far this person who was dying was going to sit for today's Song Dynasty.

The brilliance of Da Song was piled up in his life.

The emperor's illness was destined to be hidden, and it spread quickly.

Countless people chant Buddha and worshiped gods, or enshrined longevity tablets at home, praying for the safety of the emperor, but unfortunately the most uncontrollable thing in this world is human life and death.

Yan Jingbai's condition is getting worse and worse. Fortunately, everything in the court has been properly arranged. He has nothing to worry about. After handing over the crown prince to Li Tingzhi and the others, he has nothing to worry about. He dismisses everyone waiting to leave this body time.

"Shi Zhixuan." He called softly.

Shi Zhixuan didn't answer. Although he knew that the other party wasn't really dead, he might have entered another world like the previous few times, but seeing Yan Jingbai like this, his heart was still constricted, and he had to do his best to suppress the thoughts in his heart. The urge to destroy.

Yan Jingbai said: "Let's make peace, Shi Zhixuan."

Shi Zhixuan's breathing was stagnant.

Feeling the violent emotional fluctuations coming from his chest, he smiled lightly and said: "Actually, I was so annoyed at you at the beginning, and even became angry from embarrassment, it was only because of fear and fear."

"Afraid?!" Shi Zhixuan's voice was hoarse.

"I'm afraid that you don't know when you will control my body again. I'm afraid that I can only stay in this body like you. I can't leave, I can't be independent, and I can only attach to others."

There was silence in Yan Jingbai's ears. After a long time, he heard a voice slowly say, "You are really selfish."

"En." Yan Jingbai did not deny that no matter how difficult it was, his original intention remained unchanged.

He wants to live.

"But," Shi Zhixuan sighed rarely, "Although you are not perfect, I still like you."

Yan Jingbai smiled slightly, his face was pale and thin, leaving only a pointed chin, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

Today, he finally believed in his words of liking.

"Ding—the player's iron tree is blooming, the wood is enlightened, wisdom +100, and successfully entered the next level!"

The author has something to say: I explained a little bit about the last chapter, and then added a Valhalla paragraph, if there is anything wrong, I will try to correct it.