"Yes, sir!"
Wang Kuian led his men and hurried toward the east gate.
"Wang Si!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
"Take another ten thousand men to reinforce Zhao Dian at the West Gate! I order you to wipe out all the Western Bandits' foot soldiers!"
"This humble general will certainly not fail in his mission!"
Zhao Huan turned around and saw a group of soldiers standing guard behind him.
Naturally, it was Yue Fei's Divine Martial Army, whose cavalry had all donned heavy armor at this moment.
These heavy armors were forged by Zhao Huan with money, specifically designed to deal with the Iron Falcons of the Tanguts and the future Iron Pagodas of the Jurchens.
No one was better suited to such heavy armor than Yue Fei's Divine Warrior Army.
Yue Fei's Divine Warrior Army trained with real weapons and swords on a daily basis, so they not only had strong bodies, but also an iron will.
They seemed to have become one with the heavy armor they wore.
Each of them wore a bronze mask.
"General Zhong, you may rest here. I will personally go to the battlefield today!"
"Your Majesty, this is unacceptable!"
"Very well! With Yue Fei here, my dear minister, you have nothing to worry about!"
"Since Your Majesty insists on personally leading the troops, this old minister will follow you to the death!"
"No!" Zhao Huan turned around, mounted his horse, drew his sword, and frowned. "General Zhong will remain here and deal with all changes without hesitation. There is no need for further words!"
The emperor rode back on his horse, his voice exceptionally loud and powerful: "My sons! The Great Song Dynasty has been fighting the Western barbarians for nearly a hundred years! How many of my Great Song men have been buried here! If we do not completely eradicate the Western barbarians today, our children! Our children's children! will come here again! Will bleed again! Will die again! Generation after generation!"
"I know you all have fear in your hearts; who doesn't fear death!" Because of his long-term, continuous, and intense physical training, Zhao Huan's blood and energy were extremely vigorous, and his voice was powerful and resounding. "I am also afraid! But today I will fight alongside you, my comrades, to the death against the Western bandits! Until we die!"
No sooner had the emperor finished speaking than a deafening roar erupted: "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty!"
The emperor's horse seemed to be getting excited as well, its hooves flying and its hooves neighing.
The emperor, sword in hand, ran along the long front line, his blade striking the lances of the foremost cavalrymen with a series of clanging sounds.
"My good sons! Warriors of the Great Song! It is an honor to fight alongside you against the enemy!"
Zhao Huan himself was speaking with great enthusiasm, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.
"Charge forward! Charge down below! Charge towards death!"
"At the end of darkness lies light!"
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