After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

On February 28, the third year of Yuanyou in the Song Dynasty, an event that was talked about a lot in later generations occurred in Xijin Prefecture - the bombardment of the South Gate.

This incident, which could have been described as "picking quarrels and provoking trouble", became a tactic that caused countless people to discuss in depth due to the special historical circumstances at the time.

Due to the strict implementation of Han Ming's order and the cognitive bias towards the artillery unit, Guo Kui's military exercise turned into a siege.

Not only did the south city gate collapse, but most of the south city wall and the east and west city walls also collapsed.

The Liao army in the city stood in the ruins and looked at the Song army outside the city who had just arranged their troops. They looked at each other, not knowing what to do with the mess everywhere.

"Should we take advantage of this good opportunity?"

A soldier from the cavalry battalion under Zheng Jun's troops on the front line of the Song army poked his head out and asked.

"What do you think?" their sergeant asked in confusion.

"I feel like I've already put such a big mouthful of rice into my mouth. If I don't eat it, I'll be letting my brothers in the artillery unit down..."

The soldier's voice was not loud, but the soldiers who were watching the show nodded rapidly, agreeing with his opinion.

"Do you want to report this to your superiors?"

The soldier spoke cautiously to his sergeant.

The bearded sergeant also reacted, slapped his thigh and shouted, "Wait, I'll go ask the squad leader."

The bearded sergeant went there happily, and then the soldiers saw their squad leader running happily towards the centurion camp.

After a while, the neatly dressed captain hurriedly slipped away to the captain's tent.

Level after level, layer after layer, after Zheng Jun received the report from the officers below, he scratched his hair that had not been washed for a long time.

Then he said to the lieutenant general, "Wait, I will go to ask General Guo about the situation," and ran out of the tent and never came back.

In the central military tent of the Xiongzhou Legion, Guo Kui and a group of generals stared at each other without saying a word for a long time.

"Why don't we just fight... I think now, maybe, probably, or possibly, the outcome will be decided in a single battle..."

Even the impatient Xiao Duan was a little unsure of the current situation. After all, General Han's order did not say to destroy half of the city wall of Xijin Prefecture.

In the end, it was Zhang Qie and Li Xian who made the decision not to rush into the attack, but to send the letter to Han in the city and then make a decision.

Han Ming, who received the letter, sighed to the sky: "What the hell is this? These idiots!"

The Song Dynasty envoys beside him also held the military report with stiff faces and said nothing for a long time.

After all, judging from the current situation, the so-called "Song-Liao peace talks" negotiations are probably over.

The Song army's artillery had already knocked down half of the city wall. Hundreds of thousands of Song soldiers were poking their heads in from the gates. Without walls, how could the Liao army defend the city with a hammer?!

Now, as long as Han gives an order, the Song army will rush into the city and fight with the Liao army. After all, the current Song soldiers are an army with a reforged military soul.

Not to mention "one Han against five Barbarians", it is still no problem for one Han to defeat three Barbarians. The Liao army is still a little short of the mark in one-on-one street fighting.

"Or...cancel the negotiations..."

Sima Junshi had never seen such a situation before. The city was basically declared captured before the negotiations even began.

"No, this negotiation must take place!"

Han Ming directly rejected Sima Junshi's opinion.

"Tell Guo Kui and Gao Zunyu's troops that all Song troops will switch to defensive combat mode from now on. No siege is allowed!"

"If the Liao army doesn't move, ignore them. If they dare to move, beat them to death."

Han Ming didn't expect that he just wanted to "knock the mountain to scare the tiger" and "kill the chicken to scare the monkey" before the negotiation, but the mountain was knocked to pieces and the chicken was not only killed but also chopped up and stewed in a pot. How can he be justified in this?

He really never thought that Xijin Prefecture, a big city in the world, could not even withstand a few artillery shells.

The same goes for Guo Kui. You can't just fire a few fewer bullets to scare him.

The artillerymen of the Shenjiying Camp are in need of training. They can even knock down the entire city wall and the side gates with just one cannon shot. They need to practice this technique more!

"But the Liao Kingdom might not talk to us..."

Su Ziyou's face was a little awkward and solemn. After all, this big show was about to end before it even started.

I guess the tiger and the monkey are both scared now. This negotiation is probably going to fail!

"Then ask for an exorbitant price and expand your appetite."

"There will always be clauses that they find unreasonable, and then the drama can go on."

Han Ming's idea made Sima Junshi and others nod slightly, and then they all retreated to organize materials and prepare for tomorrow's negotiations.

"Qingrong, have Yelu Jun and the others been arranged?"

Han Ming rubbed his swollen temples. Did he really have a headache, or was it because the Song army was too strong?

"Everything has been arranged. I will bring Yelu Jun to the scene for tomorrow's negotiations."

Cheng Lan clasped his fists and saluted.

"Have him come to me later. I have some things I need to remind you of."

After giving the instructions, Han Ming walked to the table on the side and started writing with a brush.

"It is better to use your remaining courage to pursue the poor bandits, not to use your reputation as an academic overlord!"

Looking at the fourteen words on the paper, a gleam of light flashed in Han Ming's eyes.

"Yelü Hongji, you want to learn from the Overlord, but I can't learn..."

. . . . . .

"Meet Mr. Han."

Yelu Jun slowly saluted Han Ming, who was lying on the armchair.

"His Royal Highness has arrived. Please take a seat."

Han Ming didn't even stand up, just waved his hand casually. Just from this scene, one could see the difference in status and identity.

The heir to a country is actually not as good as a prime minister of the Song Dynasty.

"May I ask what instructions you have, my Lord?"

Yelu Jun is a smart man. Yelu Hongji and Xiao Guanyin have taught him well in this regard. The other princesses are also not ordinary people.

"I will have you attend tomorrow's negotiations in person. As an envoy from the Song Dynasty, do you have any objections?"

Han Ming's question made Yelu Jun's face pale. He didn't even want to act anymore. He wanted to push himself to the position of the Liao emperor as a puppet.

If he really attended the negotiations as an envoy of the Song Dynasty tomorrow, he would be in complete opposition to the royal family of Yelu.

Even if he returns to the country and ascends the throne, will the Liao Dynasty still be peaceful?!

"It seems Your Highness still has doubts in his heart. How about this? I will escort Your Highness back to your country tonight, so that you can inherit the throne and take charge of the Liao Dynasty."

Han Ming's smiling words made Yelu Jun's face even uglier.

"Grand Master, be careful with your words. After all, the Emperor is still alive..."

Yelu Jun wanted to laugh it off, but Han Ming just curled his lips and smiled disdainfully.

"He doesn't have to be here if you want."

The two men's eyes met at this moment, making Yelu Jun feel cold all over.

"What Han Xiang meant was..."

Yelu Jun felt his whole body trembling, and there was a hint of nervousness in his words.

"If Your Highness does not wish to attend tomorrow's negotiations, then you must return home and ascend the throne immediately."

"As for His Majesty the Great Liao, there is no need for him to return home."

Han Ming's words made Yelu Jun realize why the other party was going to such great lengths to maintain this "negotiation" drama.

He wanted to keep Yelu Hongji intact and didn't want him to leave Yanyun.

Thinking of the past scenes and the current collapsed situation, Yelu Jun slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fists and spoke.

"I promise you."

Han Ming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Don't panic, Your Highness. I have another request."

Hearing that Han, despite being in control of the overall situation, had lowered himself to call himself a "foreign minister", Yelu Jun couldn't help but curl his lips into a sneer.

"Please speak, Minister Han."

Yelu Jun is now indifferent to joy and sorrow. He feels that he will not react to any request from Han Ming and the Song Dynasty. After all, he has even "killed his father and his king" with the help of the enemy, so what else is there that he dare not do?

"I can let you take Yelu Cong's 100,000-man army back to the country, but Xiao Boyu's 80,000 Liao troops must stay!"

Han Ming's words stirred up the despair that had long since ended in Yelu Jun.

"That's impossible! That's an army of 80,000, the last of the Liao army!"

Yelu Jun refused without even thinking.

"Your Highness is wrong. Yelu Cong's 100,000 Liao troops are the last remaining army of the Liao Kingdom."

"The 80,000 men in Xiao Boyu's hands are the enemy!!!"

"Your Highness, don't forget that the power to command these 80,000 troops is not in your hands now, and you may not be able to swallow them all!"

"I, your minister, am here to help you eliminate the last remaining hidden danger. You will return safely to your country and ascend the throne, accompanied by the loyal Yelü Cong and a hundred thousand troops. Isn't this the best outcome?"

Han Ming didn't even look at Yelu Jun. His fingers were stroking the pattern on the tea bowl beside him, fascinated as if he was admiring a treasure.

“Han Jingyuan——!”

"You're not a fucking human! You're just a lunatic! Butcher—!"

"That's 80,000 people! How can you speak so calmly with just a few words?!"

"Are you really a heartless executioner?!"

Yelu Jun could no longer suppress the resentment he had accumulated over the years. He roared heartbreakingly, kicked over all the tea bowls, tables, chairs and benches at hand, and looked at Han with crazy eyes.

Han Ming just let the other party go crazy in front of him. After all, this was his last madness, and he would have to walk the road alone from now on.

"Destroyed Xixia, pacified Jiaozhi, conquered Dali, conquered the Western Regions, eliminated Japan, swept across Luzon and Johor..."

Han Ming's tone did not change at all, but every time he mentioned the name of a country, Yelu Jun's face turned pale and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"The number of soldiers and civilians who died directly and indirectly at my hands is at least several hundred thousand, and many of them were surrendered soldiers or defeated soldiers."

"Do you really think that at this point, I will send a potential threat back to Liao for a mere 80,000 people?!"

"Your Highness is right. After killing hundreds of thousands of surrendered soldiers, Han Ming would have ceased to be a human being!!!"

A terrifying look of brutality flashed across Han Ming's eyes.

From the first time he commanded a battle on the battlefield, from the first time he killed a rebel with his own hands, Han was no longer the new-age young man of his previous life.

He learned the way of survival of the ancients and began to enjoy this feudal and bloody rule.

Why did he initiate the reforms? Wasn't it out of a passionate desire to change this era?

No, he had long been trapped in this 'cannibalistic' era and became a part of it.

He does not have the strength or ability to overturn this era, he can only accept and enjoy his status as a superior person.

He can do whatever he wants, because this is all given to him by his identity in this era.

From the moment he killed the surrendered soldiers, he had already lost his humanity.

The person living in his body is just a "feudal butcher" with only postmodern knowledge.