Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 196 I, I, I, a dog-footed emperor!
Heavy, powerful footsteps came from outside the hall.

The sound of the metal armor plates striking each other was so piercing.

Everyone inside the hall stared in disbelief at the door that had been ajar.

Cries, screams, chaotic footsteps, and cries of pain from falls and impacts could be heard through the cracks in the door.

The light that shone through the gap was suddenly blocked.

Everyone's mood was raised in unison.

It was as if an unknown ferocious beast stood outside the palace gate.

'Boom! '

The heavy palace doors were suddenly kicked open.

A heavily armored man, carrying an AUG in his hand and a travel bag slung over his shoulder, suddenly appeared before the crowd.

The Emperor and the Retired Emperor trembled and nearly fainted.

Don't be fooled by how ruthless they are towards the people of the Song Dynasty.

But when truly facing a powerful being, they are more timid than anyone else.

A born coward!
Not all court officials are cowards.

Zhang Shuye, the Privy Councilor who had signed the document, came to his senses and immediately shouted towards the outside of the hall.

"Where are all the Imperial Guards?!"

"Hurry and protect the emperor!"

The chaotic footsteps and shouts outside the hall gradually faded into the distance, and there was no response.

The armored man turned his head to look over, and his ferocious mask sent chills down one's spine.

Even through the mask, Zhang Shuye suddenly realized that the armored man was laughing.

"Stop shouting."

"I've taken care of your underlings."

The imperial guards were all for show; their armor plates were thinned to reduce weight.

Count on them?

A few hundred yuan a month, and they're still behind on their paychecks, who's going to risk their lives for you!
Lin Dao turned around and closed the palace door to prevent the people inside from escaping in the chaos.

Seeing that they could communicate, the people in the hall gradually calmed down.

Wang Shiyong, the prefect of Kaifeng, stepped forward and pointed at the armored man, saying, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the palace! This is a capital offense!"

Lin Dao's gaze swept over them, and he asked in a low voice.

"who are you?"

"Wang Shiyong, Prefect of Kaifeng."

I took the tablet out of my travel bag, found the downloaded files, and searched for keywords.

He quickly glanced at it, then raised his gun and pointed it at them.

"Those who surrender deserve to die!"

'Pfft pfft pfft~~~'

Wang Shiyong, who withstood more than a dozen bullets head-on, had his official tablet shattered.

He collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably, blood gushing out like a fountain.

In an instant, the people inside the hall felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

No nonsense, just kill them.

In the Song Dynasty, where high-ranking officials were exempt from criminal punishment, this was simply unbelievable.

Someone was terrified and tried to flee to the back hall, but Lin Dao fired a burst of bullets and the person immediately collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

Now they don't even dare to run away.

Lin Dao changed his magazine, stepped forward, and fixed his gaze on the father and son at the head of the table.

Among the court officials, there were some bold individuals who communicated with each other by exchanging glances.

Taking advantage of the moment when Lin Dao walked forward, several figures rushed forward and pounced on him.

Among the surrender faction, there were also some who were quite brave and strong.

Gunfire erupted again, and the two men who rushed at them were instantly riddled with bullets.

Two people pounced on him from behind.

One of them swung his scepter and smashed it against Lin Dao's tiger-head shoulder guard, shattering the scepter into pieces instantly.

He intended to smash his head.

I've never done this kind of thing before, and I was nervous, so I hit it off-target.

The other person jumped up from behind and hugged Lin Dao's neck.

Zhao Huan and the others all showed joy on their faces.

Many people are already itching to act.

The next moment~~~
Lin Dao's figure, along with the red-robed courtier who was hugging him from behind, disappeared.

Those who witnessed this scene were all momentarily stunned.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Dao reappeared.

The red-robed official who attacked him from behind had already slumped down like a dead fish, lying on the ground without any movement.

Inside the main hall, everyone's hearts sank simultaneously.

Lin Dao turned his head, his ferocious mask facing the purple-robed man who had smashed him with a scepter.

The man in the purple robe moved his throat, making a difficult swallowing sound.

"I am~~~"

'Puff puff puff puff~~~'

AUG emptied his magazine.

The Daqing Hall fell completely silent.

Everyone was terrified and trembling, as if they had seen a ghost.

They can't break through your defenses; if you get close, you'll die, and even if you're far away, you'll still be killed. They also possess magical abilities.

This...this...
Lin Dao continued walking forward.

Under the confused and complicated gazes of the crowd, she stepped up the stairs and came to stand in front of Zhao Huan.

He stared down at the cowardly official.

Swaying back and forth, indecisive, hesitant, and fickle.

They killed the Western Army and disbanded the loyalist troops.

The expulsion of Li Gang and Zong Ze, and the gullibility of Guo Jing, recommended by Sun Bo, ultimately led to the fall of the city to the Jurchens.

Even worse, some believed the Jurchens' deception and were determined to negotiate peace.

They plundered the people, bound women in the city, and gave them to the Jurchens for their amusement, and so on.

It can be said that the source of the Jingkang Incident lay in the decades of misrule by Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji.

The tragic process stemmed from Zhao Huan's reckless actions.

This father and son are truly tied for first place in harming the people.

Lin Dao stared at Zhao Huan without saying a word.

Zhao Huan himself was gripped by an overwhelming sense of terror.

He felt weak all over and slumped in the chair, too exhausted to move.

After an unknown amount of time, a fierce glint flashed in Lin Dao's eyes behind his mask.

He raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

A slap landed on Zhao Huan's face, and the official was instantly knocked off the dragon throne by the force, spitting out blood mixed with his teeth.

"How brave!"

As the saying goes, "When the ruler is disgraced, the subject shall die."

Although the scholar-officials of the Northern Song Dynasty were despicable, they were still a little bit more courageous than those with big headscarves at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Sun Bo, the Vice Privy Councilor who had actively recommended Guo Jing, leading to the fall of Bianliang, and who could be called the "Western Prefect," strode forward. Lin Dao didn't turn his head, only pointing his gun at him.

'Puff puff puff puff~~~'

After a burst of gunfire, Sun Bo, dressed in a purple robe, collapsed onto the steps.

Fresh blood flowed down the steps, its red color glaringly bright.

Lin Dao, looking down at Zhao Huan who was slumped on the ground, remained silent.

'Should we kill him outright, or use him first and then kill him?'

Such a tyrannical and incompetent ruler who brings disaster to the country and its people must be eliminated.

But killing him with a single burst of bullets would be too lenient.

Lin Dao had a thought in his mind: it would be best if the people of Bianliang City could devour it alive.

"Immortal, Immortal Master, please calm your anger!"

With a lisp, Zhao Huan trembled and wept, saying, "I have made a mistake, and I am willing to atone for it."

"Please have mercy, Immortal Master! I...I..."

Lin Dao stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Huan by the collar with one hand, and clenched his fist with the other, swinging it three times in quick succession.

"I, I, I, you dog-footed emperor!"

These three punches broke Zhao Huan's nose and immediately caused his face to turn bruised and swollen.

Blood flowed from his nose, staining the dragon robe red.

Inside the Daqing Hall, everyone was filled with fear and indignation, yet no one dared to step forward again.

The only one who showed no grief or indignation, but instead beamed with joy, was Emperor Huizong of Song (Zhao Ji).

'You little bastard, you've finally met your match!'

'That felt so good!'

Lin Dao adjusted the AUG sling hanging from his shoulder, took the Glock from his waist, and pointed the dark muzzle at Zhao Huan's forehead.

Although he didn't know what it was, Zhao Huan could feel the presence of death most directly by looking at the dark muzzle of the gun.

This was even more terrifying than my experience of being held captive in the Jurchen camp a few days ago.

My mouth was filled with the pungent smell of blood, my vision was gradually blurring, and my ears were ringing incessantly.

"Ok?"

Lin Dao frowned.

He smelled an unpleasant odor.

As his gaze fell, he noticed that the hem of Zhao Huan's dragon robe was already soaked with sweat.

Lin Dao was furious and kicked him down the steps.

Emperor Huizong, standing to the side, could no longer contain his joy and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This smile instantly drew Lin Dao's attention.

When his eyes met those behind the mask, Zhao Ji felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

He hurriedly stood up and bowed.

"Immortal Lord, I have always served you with utmost devotion, and all the Dao Lords, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas have been offered to you with the utmost sincerity, without the slightest negligence."

I wonder if there's a bald head under the helmet.

Emperor Huizong of Tang simply worshipped both the Daoist and the Buddha.

His response was Lin Dao's iron gauntlet.

With a slap, Zhao Ji spun around and tumbled all the way to Zhao Huan's side, landing in a flurry of motion.

Looking down at the two disheveled emperors, Lin Dao had his own plans.

The Jingkang era is different from the previous two worlds.

Da Song still wields considerable power locally.

The remnants of the Western Army are present in Jiangnan, Lianghuai, Lingnan, Sichuan, and other regions.

They were only punched in the core by the Jin people, their torsos were not dead yet.

Destroy the Jin, destroy the Western Xia, destroy the Mongols, and at the same time, eliminate the various regions of the Great Song.

Lin Dao didn't have that much energy.

"A citizen of Paris".

As the heart of the French Revolution, Parisians' behavior during the monarchical era shocked the world.

"Replace Paris with Bianliang (Kaifeng)~"

"Replace Napoleon with Yue Fei~"

"I would accept it even if Yue Fei became emperor."

"As long as he can sweep across Eurasia."

"It's a million times better than those cowards like Zhao Song!"

Lin Dao's gaze fell on the two trembling officials.

“Someone has to take on the role of Louis XVI, the baffled, in order to break the myth of monarchical power.”

"Who should I choose?"

One of the two officials would inevitably be dragged out as a sacrifice to ignite a revolutionary atmosphere among the people of Bianliang.

The other one will temporarily survive as a puppet, while gradually shifting the power of the powerful enemy.

After it's done, then get rid of him.

Zhao Huan, who was covering his face, secretly raised his eyes, a hint of resentment in them.

The dignified and otherworldly Zhao Ji hurriedly bowed.

"Immortal Master, please do not be angry. If we have done anything wrong, please punish us accordingly."

The difference in age and experience led to different behaviors between the father and son.

At the same time, Lin Dao also made a decision in his heart.

He simply sat down on the steps and placed his tablet on his lap.

He pointed his Glock at a purple-robed courtier not far away.

"come here."

The person with a gun pointed at them couldn't help but tremble.

He shook his head repeatedly, his face pale, and instead of stepping forward, he turned and ran towards the palace gate.

'boom! '

Lin Dao shot the man down without even glancing at him.

The gun barrel turned and pointed at another courtier in purple robes.

"come here."

The man dared not run any further and forced himself forward with trembling legs.

"What's your name? What's your job?"

When questioned, the man in purple robes responded with trembling hands.

"The student's name is Sun Di, and he has been appointed as a Palace Attendant Censor and a Hanlin Academician."

Use a tablet to check data along the forest path.

"Oh, he wrote a surrender document for the Jurchens and also accepted their money, goods, and women."

"The student did not..."

Sun Di was greatly surprised and was about to offer some explanation.

"boom!"

Lin Dao blew away the white smoke from the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at another person.

"next."

(End of this chapter)