When the emperor comes to modern times, history collapses!

Not long after, Lao Zhao's lightning-speed motorcycle quickly approached the warhorse ridden by Yelu Xizhen.

Since he was driving a motorcycle instead of a nimble warhorse, Lao Zhao could not control it as easily as he did when riding a horse.

But his eyes were as sharp as torches, staring at Yelu Xizhen in front of him, secretly calculating the best time to attack.

Finally, Lao Zhao saw a perfect opportunity. He stepped on the seat of the motorcycle without hesitation and flew forward like an arrow.

He drew a graceful arc in the air, and then hugged Yelu Xizhen tightly with lightning speed.

"Come down!" Old Zhao shouted.

Yelu Xizhen was so frightened that he had no time to make any effective evasive action. He only heard a dull "bang" and was pulled off his horse by Lao Zhao's powerful impact force.

The two men fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

After all, Yelu Xizhen was a veteran general and he quickly calmed down.

He knew that the opponent in front of him was very powerful and it would not be easy to escape.

So, in order to get away as quickly as possible, he quickly said, "Warrior, let me go. I swear that when I return to the camp, I will send someone to give me ten thousand cattle and sheep as a reward. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Old Zhao sneered and said disdainfully: "Ten thousand cattle and sheep? You think too little of yourself."

Yelu Xizhen's heart tightened, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "Warrior, you may as well state your conditions. As long as it is within my ability, I will never frown."

A sly light flashed in Lao Zhao's eyes, and he smiled and said, "It's very simple. Leave your head to me. As for the other things, I can consider sending them back to you. Of course, you also have to give me the hard work fee for the two thousand war horses."

"How dare you! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Yelu Xizhen's hair stood on end with rage, his eyes were wide open, the muscles on his face were twisted with anger. He reached out from his waist and drew out the sharp scimitar that he had been playing with for a long time. The blade flashed with a cold light, like a poisonous snake spitting out its venom, and he stabbed straight at Lao Zhao.

Seeing this, Old Zhao showed no fear at all and let out a deafening roar: "Come on, I'll let you taste the power of my Taizu Changquan!"

Before he finished speaking, he dodged Yelu Xizhen's fatal blow with a ghost-like agility. Then, Lao Zhao swung his right fist quickly, and the fist whistled in the wind, smashing into the opponent like a cannonball.

Yelu Xizhen reacted very quickly and quickly raised his arms to block.

There was a loud "bang!", like a thunderclap, and Lao Zhao's fist collided heavily with Yelu Xizhen's arm.

In an instant, Yelu Xizhen felt an irresistible huge force coming at him, as if his arm was hit hard by a thousand-pound hammer. A sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body, and his entire arm became numb and he could not exert any strength at all.

Yelu Xizhen's face changed drastically, and he was filled with horror. He couldn't help but blurt out: "What a great boxing technique, so fierce and domineering, with amazing power. I really don't know which is stronger, this boxing technique or that of Emperor Taizu of Song Dynasty."

Hearing this, Old Zhao raised his lips slightly, revealing a playful smile, and said softly: "Is it possible that I am Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin?"

Yelu Xizhen stared at Lao Zhao with eyes wide open in disbelief, and shouted loudly: "Impossible! Zhao Kuangyin died many years ago, and it is rumored that he was chopped into pieces. How dare you pretend to be Zhao Kuangyin? Aren't you afraid that the current emperor Zhao Guangyi will punish you?"

Although the boxing skills of the man in front of him were superb, Yelu Xizhen would never believe that this man was the long-dead Zhao Kuangyin. However, he knew very well that the opponent in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person.

With just one move, he knew that the person on the other side was more difficult than he had imagined.

Yelu Xizhen's heart sank and he shook his head, putting aside other distracting thoughts in his mind. He stared at the opponent named Lao Zhao in front of him with his eyes as sharp as torches, trying to find even the slightest flaw in his moves.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged several moves in succession.

At this moment, Lao Zhao pretended to inadvertently reveal a seemingly obvious flaw.

Upon seeing this, Yelu Xizhen's eyes suddenly lit up, and the scimitar in his hand quickly turned 180 degrees. He slashed towards Lao Zhao's waist with lightning speed, using a northern Burmese kidney-grabbing move. If this attack hit, it would easily take off Lao Zhao's kidney.

However, what Yelu Xizhen never expected was that Lao Zhao's reaction speed was so fast.

Before his scimitar touched Lao Zhao's body, Lao Zhao had already swung a powerful straight punch, which hit Yelu Xizhen's face like a cannonball.

After suffering such a heavy blow, Yelu Xizhen felt a buzzing in his head and stars in front of his eyes. Then he fell straight back to the ground like a felled tree.

"KO!"

Old Zhao looked at Yelu Xizhen who was lying on the ground, his mouth corners slightly raised, he blew lightly on the fist he had just thrown, his face full of pride.

"Cool!"

The opponent fell to the ground, and Lao Zhao quickly tied up Yelu Xizhen, and tied the other end of the rope to a warhorse next to him that was at a loss and trembling.

While driving the motorcycle and driving the war horse, he headed towards the camp.

……

The Liao soldiers' camp was now littered with corpses piled up like mountains.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood and death.

Looking around, in addition to the corpses of Liao soldiers all over the ground, there were tens of thousands of Liao soldiers frantically pulling at their pants, squatting on the ground in a mess.

The allied forces of Wan Chao took advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and launched a sudden and fierce attack.

Whether in terms of sophisticated weapons and equipment or superb combat skills, the coalition forces of all dynasties were far superior to these Liao soldiers.

Moreover, the Liao soldiers had no time to take any effective countermeasures. The battle was one-sided from beginning to end, and the Liao army was completely in a passive situation. Before long, the Liao soldiers, who were originally aggressive and arrogant, were now in disarray, throwing away their weapons and weapons in a panic, and were dejected and had no fighting spirit at all.

Zhu Di of Wan Chao sat calmly in front of a blazing fire, chewing the delicious barbecued meat with big mouthfuls. He laughed heartily while eating: "Hahaha, everyone come and try it. These cattle and sheep are roasted so crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma is overflowing! And the stewed broth is also extremely delicious, and the meat is cooked very soft and tasty." As he spoke, he picked up another big piece of meat and put it in his mouth, eating until his mouth was full of oil.

Lan Yu laughed and agreed, "The Marshal is right. It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. If we had come an hour later, we would probably only be able to drink the soup base!" Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Wan Chao Zhu Di wiped the grease from his mouth and said with emotion: "Back then, the weapons and equipment of the enemy and us were almost the same, and every battle was a hard battle. But now, with the continuous upgrading of our weapons and equipment, a huge gap has gradually opened up between us and the enemy. Look, many times the enemy's sumptuous meals ended up being ours!"

At this moment, the roar of a motorcycle came from far away. It turned out that Lao Zhao and Yuchi Jingde returned triumphantly on their motorcycles.

Not only did he bring back a strong war horse, but the horse also carried a Liao general who was tied up like a twist of dough.

After careful questioning, it turned out to be Yelu Xizhen, the King of the Southern Court of the Liao Kingdom.

The soldiers began to enjoy this sumptuous feast of spoils in batches.

The results of the battle have been counted.

In this battle, a total of 80,000 Liao soldiers were captured. The rest either died on the battlefield or escaped in the previous chaos and their whereabouts are unknown.

In addition, countless cattle, sheep and livestock, as well as thousands of fat and strong war horses were seized.

Old Zhao stood on a high place, looking into the distance, and said thoughtfully: "I wonder what the defeated Song army is like now? It's strange that we didn't encounter them all the way. Have they evacuated safely? Or did they encounter other accidents..."

Wan Chao Zhu Di had a calm smile on his face and said slowly: "Don't worry, I think our scouts have already encountered them. After confirmation, we can directly teleport over. But you have to be a little more humble and don't go out alone. After all, they are Zhao Guangyi's subordinates. Not to mention that you are dead in this era, even if it is true, it is still unclear whether His Majesty the Emperor can deny it. If they really have bad intentions, even if you are a martial arts expert, you will inevitably fall into the dilemma of two fists being unable to fight four hands."

Zhao Kuangyin nodded slightly to show his agreement, "Don't worry, I'm not a fool. I naturally know how to judge the situation. Maybe the person who wielded an axe against me as recorded in history is hiding among them." After saying this, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Yelu Xiu'ge was driving a donkey cart leisurely, moving slowly towards the camp.

Suddenly, his expression became serious, and he saw several figures running towards him.

Yelu Xiu'ge quickly placed his hand on the bow and arrow beside him, his muscles tensed, ready for a fierce battle at any time.

As the distance between the two sides continued to shorten, Yelu Xiu'ge couldn't help but be stunned.

Because he found that these people who rushed over were all wearing the uniforms of Liao soldiers.

Just as Yelu Xiu'ge was full of doubts, a panic-stricken Liao soldier saw Yelu Xiu'ge and shouted in a hurry, just like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw: "General, something bad has happened! Our camp was ambushed by the Song army, and the losses are extremely heavy!"

"What did you say? How is this possible? The Song army has clearly been defeated, how could they have the guts to come back and attack our camp?"

Yelu Xiu'ge's face was full of astonishment. For a moment he even forgot that he was still injured. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the soldier in front of him, shouting at him angrily.

"General, everything I said is true! I don't understand what happened, but I know that the Song army suddenly appeared near the camp and launched a fierce attack on the camp. Our army was caught off guard and was beaten without any ability to fight back. Your Majesty also fled in a panic." The soldier explained with a terrified look on his face.

"Nonsense! It's impossible! Who are you? How dare you pretend to be a soldier of the Liao Dynasty to report false military information? You deserve to die!" Yelu Xiu'ge stared at the soldier with wide eyes, his heart burning with anger. He absolutely did not believe that the Song army could return to the camp so secretly. Moreover, when chasing Zhao Guangyi, the Song army's appearance of throwing away their armor and fleeing in all directions was definitely not a trick to lure the enemy. Yelu Xiu'ge had full confidence in his judgment.

"General, you are very wise! I didn't tell a single lie!" Another soldier was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Yelu Xiu Ge snorted heavily and said, "No need to say more! This general wants to go and see what's going on. All of you, get out of here right now!"

If Yelu Xiu'ge had not been seriously injured and was able to move freely at this time, then no matter whether what these people said was true or false, he would have ordered them to be executed on the spot without hesitation.

You know, if what these people said was true, then they were undoubtedly deserters who fled from the battlefield; but if what they said was false, it meant that they were most likely undercover spies from the Song Dynasty.

However, at the moment, since he had no idea of ​​the true identities of these people, and his own injuries had not yet healed, making it inconvenient for him to move, Yelu Xiu'ge really did not dare to travel with them.

After saying this, he drove the donkey cart along the same road he came from, continuing towards the camp where the Liao army was previously located.

When they were still ten miles away from the camp, Yelu Xiu'ge suddenly pulled the reins and stopped the donkey cart. His face suddenly changed and his expression became solemn.

It turned out that not far ahead, there was a group of people patrolling back and forth, and judging from their equipment and clothing, they were obviously not soldiers from the Liao Kingdom.

"What is going on? Could it be that everything those soldiers said before was true?"

Pondering secretly in his mind, Yelu Xiu'ge carefully drove the donkey cart and quietly moved forward a little.

Half an hour later, a bone-chilling chill instantly spread throughout his body. All signs indicated that there were indeed serious problems in the military camp!
Yelu Xiu'ge's face was filled with horror, his eyes widened as he exclaimed, "This... Could it be that the previous disastrous defeat of the Song army and the scene of the Song emperor drifting in a donkey cart were all intentional, intended to paralyze our Liao? It must be so! Otherwise, how could anyone have such a superb and exquisite donkey cart driving skill? Even I, who grew up on horseback since childhood, can't catch up, and it's even difficult to do it! I believe they must have planned it long ago, carefully prepared, and practiced the donkey cart driving method diligently, in order to lure us into the trap, and then took this opportunity to escape with the donkey cart. Humph! What a Song emperor, I really underestimated you. In order to seduce me, you would rather get a few arrows on your buttocks!"

Camp
A soldier came running over.

"Marshal, we found a donkey cart ten miles away!"

Wan Chao Zhu Di was stunned for a moment.

Old Zhao, who was drinking, stood up and asked, "Donkey cart?"

"Replying to Emperor Song, it is the donkey cart!"

Old Zhao asked in surprise: "Where is it?"

Following the direction pointed by the soldier, Lao Zhao jumped on his motorcycle and rushed out. (End of this chapter)