After broadcasting the ancient times live, I handed the system over to the state.

For the next few days, Zhu Qinggu's live streams focused on how they deployed troops and how they defended.

War is not child's play. Logistics are extremely important in winning a battle, and sometimes they can even determine the outcome of a war.

Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of soldiers appeared in Qinzong's court. Each timeline had its own supplies, and Zhao Kuangyin was in charge of Qinzong's court, so the logistical pressure was considerable.

Liao Ming felt he could write a thesis on what preparations were needed to fight a major battle in ancient times and how much money would be spent.

In particular, he studied with people like Kou Zhun, Fan Zhongyan, and Zhong Shidao.

They were also a little curious about how logistics were handled in later generations, and asked a few questions. Liao Ming then mentioned telephones, computers, cars, airplanes...

They shut up.

They didn't have these things from later generations, but the calculator that Liao Ming and the others gave them was still very useful, and it also showed this kind of statistical method.

Those living under the canopy of the sky realized just how complicated the preparations for fighting a war were, and how comprehensive the thinking required.

Strategic planning requires immense effort; it's not something you can simply do by standing on a platform, radiating an aura of dominance, and commanding meteorites with ease. That's unrealistic. Warfare is ultimately an art, a discipline that integrates multiple subjects, including geography, psychology, and statistics…

Zhu Qinggu also benefited greatly, and even the group of old men, including Mao Hexuan, were attracted to come over.

Zhu Qinggu continued to broadcast live three days a week, showing Zhao Kuangyin and his entourage working together to win over the people.

By the following week, they had taken action; it was an extremely urgent matter.

The sounds of these movements gradually traveled far and wide.

While fleeing south, Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji, heard some news from the north that Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong had been resurrected and had brought hundreds of thousands of people with them, so the Song Dynasty was safe!

Zhao Ji's first thought was—impossible!

There must be some traitors in Kaifeng!

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji's first thought was to curse Zhao Huan, who couldn't even defend Kaifeng and allowed the rebels to take advantage of the situation! He wished he could devour this son alive.

At the same time, he was actually somewhat relieved that he had run fast.

But if you ask him to go back and restore the Song Dynasty, he wouldn't dare. The rebels are all in the north. If he goes back, there will not only be rebels but also Jurchens. Wouldn't he be going back to his death?

So he ran even faster. While rabbits could still catch a glimpse of him, he would disappear without a trace, disappearing even further the next day.

When Zhao Kuangyin heard this news, he waved his hand speechlessly. As long as this thing didn't get in his way, he could ignore it for the time being.

The problem is, this old man is also very cunning; he'll stab you in the back!

As he ran, Emperor Huizong finally realized that this couldn't go on. He didn't have enough people to protect him, so what if the Jurchens or the rebels in Kaifeng caught up with him?

Therefore, he definitely needs someone to protect him.

So this guy directly established another court in Nanjing Yingtianfu, and called on those who were loyal to the Song Dynasty not to listen to the rebels in Dongjing who said that Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong had been resurrected, because his court was the legitimate one!

He now needs to gather wise men, preserve the existing forces, and then fight back to Kaifeng to drive out these Jurchens and rebels!

His real goal was to save his life. As for fighting back? He'd deal with that later. He'd just stall for time.

However, his words actually had a market, and indeed some insightful people, or those who were loyal to the Song Dynasty, chose to go and join him. After all, compared to a piece of news whose authenticity was unknown, Emperor Huizong himself was definitely more real.

Some were surrenderers, some were peace advocates, or some were people who had been purged in Kaifeng and chose to come to Emperor Huizong to gain some political power.

When Zhao Kuangyin learned of this, he was so angry he laughed. How could someone who had always been so spineless suddenly stand up and act tough? Did he have a death wish or did he not want to live?

They even called them traitors?

Zhao Ji was a traitor, but none of them could be traitors!

Zhao Xu was utterly humiliated, as having such a son was simply too shameful!

"Traitor? We'll rebel against him today!" Zhao Kuangyin sneered, turning to Liao Ming. "Mr. Liao, do you have any methods...?"

After some communication, Liao Ming realized that Zhao Kuangyin wanted to punish people.

However, we can't kill this all at once... Liao Ming meant electronic pets, we can't let electronic pets die all at once.

Because Zhao Kuangyin also planned to use Zhao Ji to gather some people with ulterior motives, and then wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

This was the first time Zhu Qinggu had ever done something like this, stealing chickens and dogs.

Not counting the last time in Zhong Shidao's camp, the angle Zhao Xu chose to shine the flashlight on himself was too strange. In the past, only when pretending to be a ghost and scaring others would you shine the light from the chin. Who knew that Zhao Xu would actually figure it out on his own that day?

Zhong Shidao was over seventy years old, and he gave the old man quite a fright. It was only because Zhong Shidao had a strong heart that he didn't think that the former officials were going to take him away.

"How about this one?" Liao Ming asked, looking at the image of Sadako on his laptop.

Sadako slowly crawled out of the television screen, with long, jet-black hair, a plain white dress, and a chilling atmosphere.

Zhao Zhen touched his arm and whispered, "I hope Zhao Ji wasn't scared to death..."

Fan Zhongyan gently comforted him, "Emperor Taizu knows what's going on, Your Majesty need not worry."

Su Shi felt that this was deserved, but he didn't dare to say anything more. After all, they were all surnamed Zhao, and he had to keep his eyes wide open and watch every second on the sky.

Kou Zhun, standing to the side, thought it was utterly childish for a monarch to do such things!

What could Zhao Guangyi do? He couldn't do anything. In any case, the Zhao family had already lost face in the sky, so scaring people here didn't seem like a big deal anymore.

People under the canopy also saw Sadako crawling out of the TV. Some children were so frightened that they cried, wailing, "I never want to watch the canopy again, or the TV dramas at night. What if a ghost crawls out of it?"

Their parents were quite exasperated, then laughed and said, "Aren't you going to watch Sun Wukong anymore? What is the Great Sage afraid of?"

The mere thought of Sun Wukong (the Monkey King) is enough to seduce many children. For some time now, these children have insisted on carrying sticks, supposedly so that Sun Wukong can possess them and they will be unafraid of any ghosts.

Zhu Qinggu was still listening to them refine the details when he saw the comments on the screen filled with people who seemed eager to stir up trouble, expressing their 'expectations,' 'waiting,' and 'can't wait.' He twitched his lips. It seemed that they really wanted Emperor Huizong of Song to be turned into a Japanese devil.