After bragging for a while, I, Ba Hai, cursed Zhao Huan for the 3,625th time in the past two months: "You dog emperor, I'll march on Tokyo sooner or later and make you kneel before me and call me daddy!"

Then he felt completely refreshed and shouted, "My men, follow me to kill the Song dogs!"

Originally, Anbahai led a mighty army of 500,000 southwards, and his own tribe's army numbered 200,000. However, along the way, many died or scattered, leaving only 50,000.

Originally, these 50,000 troops were also going to be routed.

But by sheer chance, they raided about a hundred villages in the area between Suzhou and Xuanhua Prefecture and discovered a considerable amount of grain.

After eating and drinking my fill, I, Ba Hai, felt that I couldn't just sit and wait to die; I had to take the initiative.

A scout reported that a Song army of nearly 10,000 men had just wiped out a group of stray friendly troops, so Ibahai immediately took action.

He followed Yang Yi all the way north.

"Great Khan, I've heard there are quite a few Song troops in this area! Should we be careful?"

Are you questioning our holy and invincible Great Khan?

"I think you're just questioning it! The Great Khan's invincibility doesn't allow anyone to question it!"

"Alright, stop talking and go kill Song the dog. Let's wipe out a bunch of them first!"

During this time, I, Ba Hai, have been holding back a lot of anger.

I can't take the city, but I don't believe I can't kill you all in a field battle on flat ground!

After eating and drinking his fill, my son was full of confidence.

Half a day later, they found that they still could not catch up with the Song army ahead.

Strangely, although I could never catch up with her, I always fell just short by a tiny bit.

This makes my little boy really itchy.

He knew in his heart that it was possible that the Song army did it on purpose, but he still held onto a sliver of hope: they were about to catch up, so he decided to give these Song dogs a good beating first!

By evening, he finally caught up with a group of Song soldiers, and a small skirmish ensued, after which the Song soldiers fled in disarray.

When evening came, both sides rested.

The stalemate continued until the afternoon of the following day.

"Damn it, these Song dogs are all cowards! They ran away five times after being hit five times!"

"I am very dissatisfied," the boy complained.

An hour later, the red sun slowly sank below the horizon, illuminating the plain with extraordinary magnificence.

Anbahai finally realized something was wrong, so he quickly ordered a turnaround and evacuation.

However, five Song army units are already advancing towards him.

Under the setting sun, the red-dyed armor of the infantrymen shone with dazzling brilliance, and the star-studded flags fluttered in the wind, solemn and sacred.

On the other side, the elite cavalry of the First Army of the Chishui Army had also rushed over.

The Second and Fifth Armies formed a net and surrounded this area.

Liu Qi, holding the Qianliwang (a type of telescope), said, "It seems you are definitely ahead. Interesting. I've been looking for you everywhere. If I don't send you back to Dongjing (Kaifeng), I'll have a hard time explaining to His Majesty the Emperor!"

The smile on Anbahai's face vanished, replaced by astonishment and confusion as he saw the orderly Song army formation ahead.

"Charge out! Kill these Song traitors!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the earth-shaking war drums of the Song army resounded across the desolate plain.

The bugle calls from all directions sounded particularly inspiring in the quiet evening.

Seeing four banners fluttering in the sky and armor gleaming brightly, Anbahai was greatly alarmed.

About ten days later, Anba Hai knelt before Zhao Huan and cried out, "Father! You are my father! I surrender!"

Zhao Huan looked at the last leader of the grassland with a strange gaze. He seemed to see that Anbahai's eyebrows were wider than those of ordinary people, and thought to himself: This is indeed a fool!

Why did Yelü Dashi choose such a fool to be the Khan of the grasslands?

Yelü Dashi's intelligence shouldn't have led him to make such a foolish decision!

If Yelü Dashi knew, he would definitely beat this brat to death, and then say to Zhao Huan: "Do you think I wanted this?! You and Yue Fei have wiped out all the elite troops of the grasslands. We're lucky to have any men in command. What more do you want?! You're just relying on the abundance of talent in the Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Huan had originally planned to show off in front of my son, but now it seems he has no mood for it at all.

"Who's your father! Don't make up relatives!" Zhao Huan said calmly to Xie Dahai, who was standing to the side. "Take him away and hang him up."

Anba Hai didn't know what it meant to be taken away and hung up; he thought Zhao Huan had temporarily spared his life.

As a result, he was secretly pleased but was sent to the prison. With a single blow, blood gushed out like a pillar, and Xie Dahai threw his head into a box.

"Hang it on the archway on Ambassador Street, so they can see the consequences of opposing the Song Dynasty."

Having just finished drinking, Wanyan Dan was on his way to find a young lady at the Yihong Courtyard in the north of the city to talk about life when he happened to pass by Ambassador Street. He saw some people watching and went to take a look out of curiosity.

"I've heard that the barbarians on these grasslands are incredibly powerful!"

"No matter how powerful he was, he was still beheaded by our Emperor!"

"..."

Wanyan Dan sobered up instantly, and a slight chill ran down his spine in the sweltering heat of late July.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed my bastard, grinning and wide-eyed, seemingly laughing, yet also appearing utterly bewildered.

He had met this guy once before; he was just a clueless bum from the grasslands.

They are far inferior to Baibuhua and Hebul.

I heard that the head of the bastard who has been causing a ruckus in the Northwest recently has been hung on the archway of Ambassador Street, and the envoys living in the embassy are all terrified.

Especially the envoys of Bilge.

This guy was really unlucky. In the past, the Song Dynasty and the Gaochang Kingdom were not considered enemies. Bilege sent envoys to be stationed in Tokyo as a sign of respect for the Song Dynasty.

Since the war between Gaochang and the Song Dynasty began, this envoy has been unable to sleep every night.

This time, my son's head was hanging in the closest place to him, and he didn't sleep for two days and two nights.

Not only that, even the envoys from the Karakhanid Khanate and the Dali Kingdom couldn't sleep.

Ambassador Street used to be a bustling place, with envoys from many countries stationed there.

But as the Song Dynasty conquered one country after another, its envoys were also moved out one by one.

The day after Anbahai was arrested but not yet escorted to Tokyo, Wu Jie had already received a troop mobilization order from the Privy Council, bearing the emperor's seal.

Wu Jie immediately mobilized his troops to withdraw from the southern front of Gaochang Kingdom and quickly returned to Qingtang City.

At the same time, the imperial edict summoning Prince Longza of Shunyi to the capital also arrived.

Zhao Huan's move was crude and simple: wasn't Long Za secretly mobilizing troops to rebel?

Now I will summon you directly to the capital. If you do not come, you will be disobeying the imperial edict and will be arrested.

Are you coming?

His head was hung on the archway of Ambassador Street, waiting for the boy from my country who would soon be reporting for duty there.

I want to take advantage of the fact that you haven't recruited enough troops yet, and force you to make the first move!

With constant warfare in the Northwest, Zhao Huan, sitting in the Tokyo Imperial Palace, spent his days reading books and keeping Zhao Chun company.

The rest of the matters were left to ministers such as Shi Xun and Yu Yunwen.

Finally, on this day, Zhao Huan received a secret report from the Qilin Guard, which contained three words: Li Wenzheng.