When the emperor comes to modern times, history collapses!

Zhao Kuangyin stepped on the accelerator to the maximum without hesitation, and his resolute face flushed slightly because of his inner excitement.

The vast sorghum field before us witnessed a thrilling donkey cart duel.

There were only two people riding donkeys - Zhao Guangyi and Yelu Xiu'ge.

Although Zhao Kuangyin did not have much brotherly affection for Zhao Guangyi at this time, Zhao Guangyi was ultimately the emperor of the Song Dynasty.

Now someone dared to bully the emperor of the Song Dynasty and defeated the Song army. As the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin felt that he must stand up and fight back fiercely no matter what.

Before this, Zhao Kuangyin had always felt deeply regretful for not being able to capture Yelu Xiu'ge.

However, at this moment, fate seemed to favor him, and he unexpectedly obtained clues about Yelu Xiu'ge.

This undoubtedly made him extremely excited, and the flame of revenge burned fiercely in his heart.

On the other side, Yelu Xiu'ge was staring intently at the camp in the distance, unaware that he was completely exposed.

"It's so abominable! How did the king manage this military camp? It was taken down so easily!" Yelu Xiu'ge cursed angrily.

But when he looked at the fluttering flags, he couldn't help but feel suspicious: "No, these flags don't look like the military flags of the Song Dynasty, nor do they look like the flags of the Western Xia or Tubo. So, who are they?"

Yelu Xiu'ge frowned, staring at the big flag embroidered with the words "Yanhuang", racking his brains to think, but still could not guess the origin of this mysterious army.

However, there was one thing he was sure of: no matter who it was, if anyone dared to launch a surprise attack on the Liao military camp, he must be the Liao's mortal enemy.

"Let's evacuate this place for the time being, and investigate it in detail later to find out what kind of force is so daring to have evil intentions and dare to go against the Liao Dynasty. No matter who it is, they will eventually go on the road to destruction!" Yelu Xiu'ge whispered to himself with a gloomy face, and then carefully returned to the donkey cart tied elsewhere, preparing to drive away.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly sounded, breaking the surrounding silence like a bolt from the blue.

Yelu Xiu'ge was suddenly startled and turned his head quickly, only to see a black shadow rushing towards him at an astonishing speed in the distance.

Judging from its moving speed, it is actually much faster than the most agile warhorse on the battlefield.

"He dares to make such a huge commotion here, and he doesn't worry about exposing his whereabouts at all. This person must be a member of that mysterious force. It seems that the situation is not good. I must escape from here as soon as possible!"

Yelu Xiu'ge acted decisively and swung the whip in his hand vigorously.

The frightened donkey immediately spread out its four hooves and ran forward with all its might.

Yelu Xiu'ge raised his lips slightly, revealing a sneer: "After the fierce battle before, I have already understood the essence of the drifting technique. Before, it was Emperor Song who used this technique to leave me behind. Now it's my turn to use the same method to get rid of others' pursuit."

On the other side, Lao Zhao had already seen the speeding donkey cart from afar.

He laughed out loud, his voice as loud as a bell: "Humph, you want to escape? Even the so-called God of Carts in Gaoliang River can't escape my pursuit, let alone you, a mere Liao people? You should know that the donkeys in our Song Dynasty all recognize people!"

After saying that, Lao Zhao stepped on the accelerator again, and the motorcycle under his crotch chased after Yelu Xiu'ge like an arrow.

I saw the motorcycle speeding away again like lightning!

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides, which was not far to begin with, was rapidly shortened at an astonishing speed.

Yelu Xiuguo, who was riding a donkey cart in front, was stunned. He looked at the motorcycle getting closer and closer from behind in disbelief, muttering to himself: "What kind of magical mount is this? It can actually have such an incredible speed! Oh no, it's about to be caught up!"

After saying this, Yelu Xiu'ge whipped the donkey under his crotch hard, shouting and urging it to run faster.

At this moment, the road ahead suddenly became rugged and winding.

When Yelu Xiu'ge saw this, a hint of imperceptible joy flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, running fast in a straight line is not a big deal. Only running fast on a curve is truly amazing! Look at the donkey cart drifting stunt I just learned!" As the words fell, a sharp turn appeared ahead, but Yelu Xiu'ge had no intention of slowing down. Instead, he continued to rush forward.

When the donkey cart rushed into the curve, due to the high speed, one side of the car body was lifted up high, as if it might overturn at any time.

However, Yelu Xiuge gritted his teeth, endured the pain caused by the violent shaking of his body, and stepped hard on the raised side, successfully avoiding the tragedy of rollover.

Old Zhao, who was chasing closely from behind, could not help but show surprise when he saw this scene. He could not help but curse in a low voice: "Damn it, this guy is indeed worthy of being the ruthless character who chased Zhao Guangyi. Even his donkey cart driving skills are first-class! But, our Old Zhao is not a pushover!"

Although Yelu Xiu'ge's donkey cart was not slow, it was nothing compared to the motorcycle ridden by Lao Zhao and they were not on the same level at all.

Not to mention on a straight road, even on such a winding road, Lao Zhao could still easily crush Yelu Xiu'ge's donkey cart in terms of speed.

Sure enough, not long after, Lao Zhao caught up with Yelu Xiu'ge at lightning speed.

On the dilapidated donkey cart, Yelu Xiuguo frowned and stared at the person in front of him with suspicion. He asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? How dare you block my way here!"

The man opposite him held his head high, with a righteous look on his face. He snorted coldly and asked, "Humph! I am Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty. I guess you must be Yelu Xiu'ge!"

Yelu Xiuguo was stunned at first, then a disdainful sneer appeared on his face, and he sneered: "What? You said you are Emperor Taizu of Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin? This is simply ridiculous! Zhao Kuangyin died a long time ago, and I heard that he died in a very tragic way, with his body chopped into eight pieces. You, are you crazy? How dare you pretend to be a dead person! Even if you want to pretend to be someone else, at least pick someone who is still alive!"

Hearing Yelu Xiu'ge's words, Old Zhao was immediately furious, his eyes widened, and he roared: "Pretending? I will never change my name, why would I need to pretend to be the dignified Zhao Kuangyin! When I catch you and bring you back, you will know the truth!"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Zhao suddenly raised his arm with force. There was a loud "bang" and the front wheel of the donkey cart hit the cart heavily, and the whole body of the cart shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Zhao flashed and leaped up like a flash of lightning, landing steadily on the donkey cart.

At this time, Yelu Xiu'ge secretly thought that something was wrong. Seeing Lao Zhao's actions, Yelu Xiu'ge knew that he was no match for Lao Zhao. What's more, he was seriously injured now, and his fighting ability was greatly reduced.

However, things had come to this point and he could not retreat, so he had to bite the bullet and face the enemy.

Old Zhao didn't give Yelu Xiu'ge any chance to breathe, he raised his fist and rushed towards him.

The fist fell like a torrential rain, and each punch contained a tremendous force.

After just a few punches, Yelu Xiu'ge could no longer hold on. His whole body hunched over like a cooked river shrimp, and he fell on the car in pain, his hands tightly covering his abdomen, his face as pale as paper.

The punches just now made Yelu Xiu'ge's internal organs seem to be dislocated, and even the overnight meal was vomited out. At this moment, he looked at the aggressive old Zhao in front of him, and his heart began to waver. Could this person really be Zhao Kuangyin? Otherwise, how could he have such exquisite boxing skills?

Yelu Xiu'ge was escorted slowly into the military camp, and Old Zhao personally brought Zhao Guangyi into the tent.

With his arms folded across his chest, he said jokingly: "Come on, you two donkey cart drifting masters, now we finally have a chance to have a good chat." "It's you!" Yelu Xiu'ge widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

"Why are you here too?" Zhao Guangyi was also surprised and stared at Yelu Xiu'ge in disbelief.

Zhao Guangyi raised his lips slightly, revealing a sneer: "Humph, look at your Liao Kingdom, you should just take the beating obediently, and then honestly hand over the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun. In the current situation, I'm afraid the entire Liao Kingdom will be wiped out."

Upon hearing this, Yelu Xiuguo snorted coldly and sneered, "Haha, are you just dreaming? With the little ability of your Song Dynasty, you still want to destroy my Liao Dynasty? Besides, is the wound on your butt better?"

At this point, Yelu Xiu'ge couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Zhao Guangyi's face darkened, but soon returned to normal.

Yelu Xiuge was stunned for a moment: "Why, I was right, the wound on your butt hasn't healed yet? By the way, that warrior just now claimed to be your elder brother Zhao Kuangyin, do you know his true origin?"

For a moment, the tent fell into a brief silence.

After a long while, Zhao Guangyi slowly said: "This person...may really be my elder brother Zhao Kuangyin."

Yelu Xiuguo was stunned when he heard this, and stammered, "You...are you kidding me? I shot your butt, not your head! Could it be that this arrow has confused you? Didn't you kill your elder brother Zhao Kuangyin a long time ago? Don't tell me that this matter has nothing to do with you. We all know it clearly, but no one has the courage to speak it out."

Zhao Guangyi smiled bitterly: "I was also skeptical before, but do you see that short-haired guy over there? That guy has a magical ability to take people to travel between different dynasties at will. The one who just caught you here is none other than Zhao Kuangyin, the first emperor of the Song Dynasty, who traveled from decades ago to our era!"

Yelu Xiu'ge blinked his eyes and yelled at Zhao Guangyi in frustration: "Look at how stupid you are! You were fooled by a swindler who traveled around the world to perform! In my opinion, it would be more credible to say that you didn't kill your elder brother at all, but just deliberately put on a show for our Liao Dynasty to see. In fact, you were looking for a good opportunity to launch a fatal blow to our Liao Dynasty!"

Zhao Guangyi raised his lips slightly, revealing a sneer of contempt, and said sinisterly: "Just wait and see! In a month at most, your Liao Kingdom will be reduced to ashes and nothing will remain!"

Yelu Xiuge was full of suspicion, frowned and asked: "What do you mean by this?"

"Literally, you probably haven't seen the strength of the Ten Thousand Dynasties coalition yet. I guess you'll see it with your own eyes in the next two days. Then, you'll know what despair is."

The intercom on Wan Chao Zhu Di's waist rang.

"General, we have discovered the whereabouts of the Song army. They are with spy number 125."

"Okay, I know."

Tell Lao Zhao and Zhu Ming the news.

Zhu Ming took out the list and checked it: "I know who it is. I can send it over anytime."

If the two of them went over, they might be mistaken for Liao people and shot like hedgehogs.

With an army of 30,000.

Disappeared in the barracks.

Yelu Xiuge, who happened to see all this, almost popped his eyes out: "What happened just now? How did it suddenly disappear?"

Zhao Guangyi said calmly: "You also saw the black passage before it disappeared. It was made by the short-haired man. Through it, he could go anywhere at will. How do you think this place was taken? A large army of hundreds of thousands of well-equipped and well-prepared troops suddenly appeared here. How do you think the Liao soldiers here could resist it?"

Yelu Xiu'ge opened his mouth and images began to emerge in his mind.

If tens of thousands of troops suddenly appeared in close proximity, what would probably follow would not be war but a massacre.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist."

"What if hundreds of thousands of troops suddenly appeared in the Liao capital Dadu, do you think the Liao Kingdom would still exist?" Zhao Guangyi said with a sneer.

Yelu Xiu'ge opened his eyes wide with fear on his face.

If this is true, the Liao Dynasty might really be unable to resist.

"Impossible, maybe it's just a trick."

"as long as you are happy."

Gao Liang and the First Battle were defeated.

The loss was not as serious as imagined.

Mainly, the troops led by Zhao Guangyi suffered heavy losses.

The other routes suffered little loss.

But right now there is a thorny problem that needs to be solved urgently - Zhao Guangyi is missing!
This king of a country, at a critical moment of the war, panicked and fled the battlefield on his own, which left many civil and military officials who had accompanied him on the expedition dumbfounded and shocked.

After all, if the leader of an army is so cowardly, how can the soldiers under him muster the courage to fight the enemy bravely?

After pacifying the soldiers, the civil and military officials who followed sent people to look for Zhao Guangyi.

We haven't yet decided who will take temporary command.

Tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers appeared in front of everyone like gods descending from the sky.

Not to mention the frightened Song soldiers around them, even the battle-hardened civil and military officials present were stunned. Some even rubbed their eyes subconsciously, wondering if they were seeing things.

"This...what is going on? Could it be that my eyes are no longer useful?" an elderly minister murmured to himself.

"Lord Wang, please take a quick look. Is it true that tens of thousands of troops suddenly appeared here?" Another minister asked his colleague beside him with a look of suspicion.

After a long while, everyone came to their senses and confirmed that it was not an illusion, but that there were indeed tens of thousands of mighty troops standing majestically in front of them. When they saw the leader of the army, all the civil and military officials present were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths, and their mouths were opened as if they could fit an egg.

"Your Majesty!"

"Impossible, didn't His Majesty Taizu pass away?"

"It's so similar. How dare you pretend to be the late emperor? Take this from me, Old Shi!" (End of this chapter)