We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The cheers and shouts were like a tsunami, spreading wildly from the city gate to the entire street.

The people of Daqing are tough and value military achievements.

Whether they are peddlers or scholars, they all respect the strong and are happy for victory.

In recent years, the most dazzling and meritorious force in Daqing's foreign wars has undoubtedly been the Fengtian Army, which defeated the various Hu peoples in the north and expanded the territory.

Through the exaggeration of countless storytellers and word of mouth, Li Che's image has long surpassed that of an ordinary vassal king and has been given an almost mythical color.

In the imperial capital and even in many northern prefectures and counties, many people even built ancestral temples for Li Che in their homes, hung his portrait, and inscribed with the title of "General Tiance".

These people firmly believe that doing so can ward off evil and keep their homes safe.

At this moment, seeing this legendary god of war appear before their eyes, personally holding high the royal flag that symbolizes supreme glory, half of the people on the street fell into frenzy!

The crowd surged forward like a tide, desperately pushing aside the soldiers who were maintaining order, and loudly shouting "Thousand Years!"

Some people were so excited that they knelt on the ground, kowtowed and prayed to the flag and Li Che's figure.

The level of enthusiasm among the people is comparable to the craziest star-chasing scenes in later generations.

"Feng Wang! It's Feng Wang Qiansui!"

"Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the King!"

"The living King Feng, the living one!"

"Mom! Come and see, it's General Tiance!"

"How many years has your mother been paralyzed in the house?"

"Hurry up and bring my mother out. If she sees His Royal Highness, maybe the illness will be driven away!"

The goalkeeper was completely stunned, his face turned from pale to blue, and he was covered in cold sweat.

He never expected that Li Che would do this!

His original plan was to quickly control Li Che with heavy troops and powerful crossbows in the relatively closed environment of the city gate, and escort him into the palace silently to complete the task assigned by his superiors.

But now, Li Che's roar attracted thousands of people to watch, and the number was increasing.

If he dared to take action in public and capture this military god who enjoyed supreme prestige among the people, it would immediately trigger a civil uprising with disastrous consequences!

Of course, he could also choose to suppress it by force. After all, ordinary people could not fight against the army, and they would scatter if blood was seen.

But if that happens, the whole situation will collapse.

They plotted to murder Prince Feng in broad daylight, and Emperor Qing died in the palace a few days later. They were complete traitors.

Such a big deal is not something an ordinary general like him can bear.

Even someone as strong as Er Feng took action at the Xuanwu Gate in the imperial city.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

The general also knew the situation and, seeing that the situation was out of control, he quickly begged Li Che for mercy:

"It is my fault. Your Highness, please come to the palace immediately and do not gather the people together again."

Li Che snorted coldly and no longer had any interest in the distraught general.

He held the blood-red flag with the word "Feng" on it in one hand, his eyes determined, and took steady steps as he walked straight towards the imperial city.

Li Lin and Huo Duanxiao followed closely behind, their hands on the hilts of their swords, their eyes scanning the surroundings sharply.

Wherever he passed, the soldiers were actually afraid under the pressure of the powerful royal flag.

They involuntarily retreated to the sides, leaving a wide passage.

The general made up his mind and followed Li Che and the other two silently, just like Li Che's follower.

Under the gaze of thousands of fanatical and awe-inspiring eyes, the blood-red flag moved forward proudly, as if it had life.

This flag itself is the best pass.

If you count carefully, this flag with the word "Feng" on it appeared on the streets of the imperial capital only four times.

The first time was when Li Che was first named Prince of Ninggu and left Beijing to become a vassal.

At that time, he was unknown, his future was uncertain, and he was deserted when he left the city.

No one among the common people recognizes him, and no one sees him off, only a lonely flag in the distance.

The second time was when the Fengguo merchant caravan entered Beijing for the first time fully loaded with goods.

On that occasion, the elite guards of the Fengtian Army were in neat formation, with bright armor and mighty military power.

This attracted the people to line the streets to watch, marveling and envious, and the reputation of the Fengtian Army began to spread throughout the capital.

The third time was when Li Che returned to Beijing, which was also very grand and attracted much attention.

And now, it's the fourth time.

Li Che personally held high the royal flag and stepped into the imperial capital.

The shock it caused far exceeded the total of the previous three times. The streets were truly deserted and packed with people.

Even if there are more soldiers by your side, they dare not advance an inch!

The appearance of the Feng character royal flag was like dropping a huge rock into a calm lake, and the ripples it created quickly spread to all parts of the city.

In the frenzied crowd, several pairs of seemingly ordinary eyes lit up at the same time.

These figures were scattered in different locations, and their clothes were no different from those of ordinary people.

Almost at the same time as Li Che's roar fell, these people all lowered their hoods or hats on their heads.

Then, the figure slid like a fish and quickly disappeared into the surging crowd.

In the seemingly chaotic movement, they brushed past each other, whispering messages:

"The Phoenix has returned home!"

"The flag appears at the South Gate!"

"Inform all parties quickly and proceed according to the plan!"

Under the cover of the crowds, extremely concise messages radiated to every corner of the imperial capital at an astonishing speed.

A soldier who was trying to maintain order seemed to catch a glimpse of several vague black shadows flashing by like ghosts on the roof in the distance.

He rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and when he looked again, he saw only bluish-gray tiles and the empty sky.

It was as if everything that just happened was just an illusion caused by the dazzling sunlight.

"Are you seeing things?" the soldier muttered and shook his head.

Soon his attention was attracted by the dazzling royal flag in front of him, and he put this doubt behind him.

However, he was not wrong.

At the moment when the King's flag appeared, the invisible net covering the entire imperial capital was completely activated.

The night watchmen in the capital area began to move.

Dark shadows used the shadows of eaves, narrow alleys, and even the roofs of people's houses to move quickly and silently.

They seemed to have a special way of communicating with each other. They moved swiftly and orderly, avoiding all visible eyes and converging towards the preset assembly point.

Several people also rushed to various places in the imperial capital, including the residences of the Ten Princes, the residences of the Duke of Zheng, the residences of the Duke of Wei, the residences of the Right Prime Minister...