Chapter 164 The Son of the Han Family

Qimuge, who was flown as a kite, never had the chance to find his Khan again.

Although the garrison in the city was ten times larger than the Song army, their morale had already collapsed. When Li Yunze drove his infantry chariot and smashed the city gate and rushed in, no one had any intention of resisting.

Just like the Song troops who were defeated by them one after another before, there was only endless fear and escape.

Three thousand Song troops easily recaptured the city of Guangzhou. It was incredible.

"General."

He Yuanli, who felt refreshed and as if he was about to take off, ran into the government office excitedly to report the good news.

"More than 10,000 prisoners were captured, and countless horses, livestock and various military supplies were seized!"

Li Yunze was not too surprised. During his military career, he had seen many such big routs after the collapse of the army.

"Send someone to notify Prime Minister Lu and ask them to come over as soon as possible." Li Yunze, who was looking through the documents stored in the government, casually told him, "Go to a place with good Feng Shui outside the city and interrogate those prisoners in the same way as before. Those who fail to pass the interrogation

, then go and ask them to nourish the fields.”

He Yuanli's scalp went numb after hearing this. Why did this master feel like someone from the evil way? He was so cruel.

Li Yunze is not ruthless. The original registered population of Guangzhou Prefecture was over one million.

However, inspections in the city failed to make one out of ten.

Where have so many people gone?

The numerous bones inside and outside the city are the only answer.

Under the Meng Yuan butcher's knife, countless people died and were injured.

Is it possible that Li Yunze still wants to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk with them and have a cup of tea together?

Since they have raised their butcher's knives, of course they are going to swing their knives at each other!

Among the more than 10,000 captured prisoners, it was finally possible to name them, and there were less than a thousand who did not have blood stains on their hands.

Of course, Li Yunze would not be polite and asked the butchers with blood on their hands to return to the embrace of Mother Earth.

Song Tingxing was there, and when he heard the news that Guangzhou Prefecture had been recovered, he didn't believe it at first.

Not even if the messenger swears.

Later, Lu Xiufu sent someone to check, and then the news was confirmed.

There was an immediate sensation in Xingzai.

More than 100,000 soldiers and civilians marched over in a mighty manner.

When he saw Li Yunze coming to greet him outside the city gate, Lu Xiufu was so excited that he came to hold his hand again.

Fortunately, Li Yunze was smart and avoided it.

"Sir." Lu Xiufu looked at the city of Guangzhou in front of him with tears streaming down his face, "Sir, you have the kindness to rebuild in the Song Dynasty!"

'Are you a big coward again? You can pull him down. You can't help a waste, and I don't want to help him.'

"We'll talk about anything else later." Li Yunze, who was smiling, gestured, "Go to the city first."

As the old saying goes, only when you lose can you learn to cherish.

Song Ting, who was beaten all the way and fled to the sea, was really excited after he once again owned a famous city.

Many people vowed that they would rather die than run away again this time.

The city of Guangzhou, which has ten rooms and nine empty spaces, is enough to accommodate everyone.

The danger was temporarily lifted, and there was still a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

The traditional performing arts of the Song Dynasty were once again on display, and many civil servants in the industry began to quarrel fiercely.

One side believes that now we should take advantage of the situation to attack and regain various places as soon as possible.

But more people think that they can use the pressure of the immortal master to negotiate peace with Meng Yuan.

Negotiating peace is a traditional skill between two cowards.

If you lose, you must negotiate for peace, and if you win, you must negotiate for peace.

Because only when there is peace can the gentry live and work in peace and contentment.

For all this, Li Yunze just watched with cold eyes.

Although he no longer had any trust in Song Ting, he still felt ridiculous when he heard so many people advocating for peace.

The country is ruined and the family is ruined. Do you still want to negotiate peace with others?

Why, just because you can write poems and compose poems?

A coward without blood is not worth saving.

Li Yunze turned around and left, leaving them to continue their useless argument.

He first collected various materials left over from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

Gold, silver, goods, silk, grain, livestock and military supplies were all piled up like mountains.

Especially horses, tens of thousands of them were seized.

I reorganized the team a little, arranged the capital as a unit, and went around to recruit people.

Specifically recruiting young people whose relatives died tragically at the hands of Meng Yuan.

It doesn't matter if Song Ting has no blood and is a softie, but in the army, people must have blood.

It is impossible for Li Yunze to destroy millions of Mongolian troops by himself. He must build a strong army.

Time flies, and more than a month passes quickly.

On March 29, the second year of Xiangxing, an envoy from the Meng Yuan Dynasty came.

The messenger is Zhang Hongfan’s younger brother Zhang Hongyi.

In the Guangzhou government office that was transformed into a temporary residence, Zhang Hongyi, with a solemn expression, bowed his hands to everyone, "Foreign ministers are here especially for Prince Zong Qimuge. If Prince Zong is captured, please ask the Song court to release him. If he dies in battle, please ask."

Return the body."

Lu Xiufu and others all looked at Li Yunze who was sitting on the chair.

Facing Zhang Hongyi's gaze, Li Yunze slowly picked up the tea bowl and said, "There are still mass graves outside the city. Just dig them out yourself."

"Dare I ask this gentleman?"

"This is our Imperial Master of the Song Dynasty!" Lu Xiufu stepped forward with his head held high. "The Imperial Master has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth. He can destroy the heavens and the earth with just one move. The marshal must have experienced this personally. I advise you to wait as soon as possible.

Surrender, otherwise under the wrath of the imperial master, you will all be turned into pieces!"

"It turns out that it was the Imperial Preceptor in person." Zhang Hongyi bowed to the end, "The Imperial Preceptor defeated tens of thousands of our Great Yuan army with one man and one beast. Hongyi admires him."

Li Yunze took a sip of tea and crossed his legs. "Stop talking nonsense. Just tell me whether Zhang Hongfan will surrender."

Zhang Hongyi shook his head repeatedly, "My brother is the marshal of the Great Yuan Dynasty. How can we surrender to a dog that has lost our family?"

Those words were disrespectful, and everyone in the Song court scolded him.

Li Yunze didn't mind, after all, Song Ting was indeed a lost dog at this time.

These northern military princes do everything based on their strength.

Just like the Zhang family, they were the Jin people's dogs at the beginning. Seeing that the Meng people were powerful, they turned around and took refuge with them.

Now, the Song Dynasty simply does not have the strength to make people take refuge.

"The Imperial Preceptor." Zhang Hongyi ignored Song Chen, but looked at Li Yunze, and said sincerely, "The Imperial Preceptor has earth-shattering talents. If you are willing to serve me, the Yuan Dynasty, my brother must recommend the Great Emperor. The Great Emperor always values ​​talents, and he must be a great one."

Honored Great Master of the Great Yuan Dynasty!"

There is no need to elaborate on the specific conditions. At this time, the benefits that the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties can provide compared to the Song Dynasty are self-evident.

"Hey~~~"

Li Yunze laughed out loud, "It's not impossible for me to be the Meng Yuan Imperial Master, as long as you agree to one condition."

Lu Xiufu and others suddenly shouted, "National Master!?"

Raising his hand to signal them to be quiet, Li Yunze stared at Zhang Hongyi.

"Please speak frankly, Imperial Master."

"All the deceitful people and other random people, as well as traitorous military lords like you, will all commit suicide."

The Song court all breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhang Hongyi's face was full of confusion. "I dare to ask the Imperial Master, the Great Yuan Dynasty spanned thousands of miles and destroyed countless countries. It was an unprecedentedly powerful country in ancient times. Why is the Imperial Master unwilling to serve?"

Not only Zhang Hongyi couldn't understand it, but people in Song Ting also found it unbelievable.

Judging from Li Yunze's ability, he really got everything he asked for when he got to Dayuan.

'Snapped!'

Putting down the tea bowl in his hand, Li Yunze stood up and walked to Zhang Hongyi, looking at him condescendingly, "Because I am the son of the Han family!"

There was silence in the lobby, Zhang Hongyi smiled bitterly, "This is true."
To be continued...