Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

"The spirit of Lord Yu in heaven will live forever!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor, his subjects and the people all burst into tears.

"Lord Yu was a brave warrior with a loyal heart. His sacrifice will never be forgotten by the soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty!"

Chu Ze was filled with grief and anger. He punched the ground and said angrily, "We will never coexist with Xixia! My beloved Yu, your spirit is in heaven. I will avenge you today!"

"Come here, order all the soldiers to pursue the victory! Make sure to kill all the remaining Xixia enemies! No one should be spared!"

"Yes!" The soldiers around shouted, and their voices shook the mountains and rivers.

In a flash, thousands of troops rushed towards the enemy camp.

Chu Ze clenched his fists, his eyes sharp.

He will use his blood and life to build this prosperous world.

We must make the Western Xia bandits pay a heavy price for today’s humiliation!
The beautiful land of the Song Dynasty must never be coveted by foreign enemies!
At the same time, Qin Yunyun was secretly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes under the cover of her battlefield robe.

Although her husband returned victorious, her son narrowly escaped death.

But she knew in her heart that the Song Dynasty had paid too much for this battle.
Loyal ministers died on the battlefield and the people were displaced.

Even if the enemy is repelled, how can we rebuild the devastated mountains and rivers?
She looked at Chu Ze's heroic and resolute back, feeling mixed emotions.

This king, this man, is the love of her life.

But the mission he shoulders is so heavy.

Qin Yunyun secretly swore in her heart that no matter what happened, she would work together with her husband to overcome the difficulties.

I only hope that one day, the mountains and rivers will be safe and the country will be peaceful and the people will live in peace.

Husband, wife and children are reunited again.

She was lost in thought when suddenly a soldier staggered over.

He knelt before the king and queen and reported in a trembling voice.

"Your Majesty, Queen! Something bad has happened! There's a report from the capital, a coup in the palace! A coup in the palace!"

These words came like a bolt from the blue.

Chu Ze and Qin Yunyun looked at each other and their expressions changed drastically.

There was riot in the capital, with soldiers and civilians one after another, and rebels rose up in swarms, breaking into the palace and attempting to capture and kill the king.

"My dear ministers, how do you think the battle went?" As soon as Chu Batian finished speaking, the generals responded:

"The battle is over! We have returned victorious. Although the people of the Song Dynasty have suffered heavy casualties, the country is still standing!"

"Report! Your Majesty, there was a coup in the capital. The Queen Mother, concubines and maids were all killed. The traitors fled outside the palace and colluded with the Tatars, intending to usurp the throne!"

These words were like thunder in Chu Batian's ears. His eyes were red with anger and he roared, "Asshole! All the soldiers, follow me back to the capital. We will definitely slaughter the rebels and return my mother and wife to me!"

Chu Batian spurred his horse and whipped the army, which set out on the road back to the capital. They rushed all the way to Jingyang Palace.

The palace was in ruins, bloodstained and mournful. Chu Batian's eyes were blurred with tears, and his heart was broken. With shaking hands, he touched the corpses of his wife and children, grief-stricken.

"Traitor! Where is the traitor?! Catch him--!"

Chu Batian roared, drew his sword and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by several guards.

"Your Majesty, please think twice! There must be an ambush here. If you act rashly, you will lose your life!"

"Give up my life? Even if I have to give up my life, I will kill all these traitors and avenge my wife and children!"

Chu Batian shouted at the top of his lungs, but tears were streaming down his face. He trembled as he held the queen's body in his arms and burst into tears.

"Yunyun! My children! Wake up! How am I going to live in this lonely place?"

Seeing this scene, all the civil and military officials were heartbroken and they all knelt down to apologize.

"It is all because of my incompetence and failure to protect Your Majesty that Your Majesty's family is destroyed and everyone is dead. I deserve to die!"

Chu Batian wiped away his tears and helped them up: "Everyone, get up. His Majesty still needs your assistance to revive the country!"

Before he finished speaking, a loud horn sounded. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a huge mass of enemy troops outside the city wall.

"The Tatar reinforcements have arrived! Your Majesty, leave quickly. We cannot stay here for long!" "Retreat! Return to the camp first and make plans later!"

After a series of battles, the Song army was already exhausted. At this moment, the enemy suddenly arrived and they were completely unable to resist.

The soldiers covered the king's retreat while fighting bloody battles with the enemy.

However, the enemy was outnumbered and the Tatar cavalry was unstoppable. The Song army was defeated and suffered countless casualties.

When the battle reached the Wei River, Chu Batian looked back and saw the sky above the capital filled with smoke and flames.

The capital is in danger!
The mountains and rivers were broken and the country was lost.

The once great Song Dynasty has become a place where enemies can set foot.

Chu Batian was filled with grief and anger, his fists were clenched tightly and veins bulged.

He shouted, "Pass on my command. Order all troops to cross the river and head north! Swear to kill the enemy and recover the lost territory!"

The next morning, the Song army, under the command of Chu Batian, set out on the Northern Expedition.

At this time, the sky suddenly became bright and the sun rose in the east.

The morning light fell on Chu Batian's stern face, reflecting a terrifying aura.

The king who once shook the world is now leading the remaining soldiers and civilians on a journey of no return to defend the country.

A bloody storm is inevitable.

The tragic Northern Expedition thus began.

Chu Ze was galloping on his horse, leading his remaining defeated troops to a desperate situation, when he suddenly came to a barren mountain where stood a thousand-year-old Buddha, majestic and solemn.

Chu Ze was filled with awe and quickly dismounted to pay his respects: "I am Chu Ze, a humble boy, and I am humbled to come and see you."

The ancient Buddha opened his eyes slightly, a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "The donor has come from afar, he must be seeking the Buddha's blessing. Do you know that those who do evil will eventually destroy themselves?"

Chu Ze burst into tears and knelt down, saying, "Chu Ze knows his crime. He was arrogant and greedy for power, which led to the destruction of his country and his family."

"I now vow to turn from evil to good, to cleanse my heart and turn over a new leaf, and to pray for the Buddha's mercy, to save the people of the Song Dynasty from the water and fire."

The ancient Buddha pondered for a long time, then suddenly waved his hand, a brilliant light shone, and the Buddha's voice was resounding:
"The lives of the people are the most important, and you should sacrifice yourself for the sake of righteousness. What is the joy of living, and what is the pain of dying? Chu Ze, are you willing to sacrifice yourself to feed the tiger, borrow the power of the ancient Buddha, drive out the Tatars, and bring peace to our Song Dynasty?"

Chu Ze's eyes filled with tears when he heard this.

He knelt down and kowtowed without hesitation: "I am willing to sacrifice my life for my country, no matter what!"

Before he finished speaking, a white light enveloped Chu Ze's entire body.

He looked at the ancient Buddha and murmured, "Thank you for your mercy, Buddha. I have no way to repay you in this life. I can only serve you till my death!"

"Amitabha, good, good. The donor only needs to remember to treat all living beings with compassion, and you will be invincible and unstoppable."

The ancient Buddha smiled and slowly put his hands together, turning into a ray of golden light and disappearing into the void.

Chu Ze mounted his horse again and turned around to face the remnants of the defeated troops behind him.

His eyes were gleaming with energy, and his whole body was shimmering with golden light. His heavenly demeanor made all the soldiers present stand in awe.

"All soldiers, listen up! From today on, we are all on the same boat. We will either share honor and disgrace, or perish together! If you are willing to follow me, please draw your swords!"

As soon as the words fell, countless soldiers drew their swords and shouted: "We are willing to serve the Song Dynasty with all our lives! We swear to follow Your Majesty until death!"

"Very good!" Chu Ze shouted to the sky, "Defeat the Tatars and return our land to us! We must win this battle!"

After saying this, he kicked his horse's belly and rushed out like a startled wild goose, with thousands of soldiers and horses following closely behind him.

The earth trembled and the mountains and rivers roared.

It seemed as if the whole world was cheering for this emperor who stood tall in troubled times!
On the other side, inside the Tatar camp.

Upon learning that the Song Dynasty's northern expeditionary army was approaching, the Khan became furious.

"I command the whole world, who dares to disobey? Come, pass on the order, whoever captures Chu Ze alive, I will grant him the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"

After saying this, he waved his hand, and the generals left. (End of this chapter)