You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

For die-hard fans whose mental illness has somewhat improved, the latest chapter of "Wandering the Heavens as a Tyrant, You Don't Understand My Joy" has been released!

Riverbank, dusk.

The blood-red setting sun cast its last rays upon the mighty Yangtze River flowing eastward, and also painted its colors upon the battlefield on the riverbank where the fighting had just ended.

Han Shizhong slowly rode his horse through this battlefield of carnage.

Beneath his feet lay the blood-soaked, muddy ground, where every step seemed to tread upon broken weapons, shattered armor plates, or bodies that were not yet fully cooled.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and smoke, and a profound silence that only deepened after the victory.

Only sporadic, suppressed groans and the faint sounds of soldiers collecting the bodies of their fallen comrades and cleaning up the battlefield in the distance broke the deathly silence.

The scene was shocking to behold.

The banners, armor, baggage carts, and other items abandoned by the Jin army were piled up like mountains, many of which were still emitting wisps of smoke.

On the riverbank, the wreckage of stranded, burned, or capsized boats can be seen everywhere.

More often than not, there were corpses.

The red jackets of the Song army and the colorful clothes of the Jin army were intertwined, covering the mudflats and extending into the depths of the reeds.

In some low-lying areas, blood pooled into dark red puddles, reflecting an eerie light in the setting sun.

Vultures and crows have begun to circle in the sky, emitting ominous cries.

Won.

We finally won.

Han Shizhong felt little exhilaration, only a heavy, almost crushing exhaustion, and the complex emotions of surviving a disaster.

This battle was far too brutal, and far too...

Unbelievable!

If it weren't for that sudden "surprise attack," and if Wanyan Zongbi's head hadn't been hanging high, the one lying in this pool of blood by the river would probably be himself and his men.

Surprise attack...

His brows furrowed unconsciously again.

The old man in gray, the scholar in blue, and those martial arts masters with superb skills and fierce fighting styles...

Who are they?

Where did it come from?

Why did it appear at such a critical moment, with such overwhelming force, in the Jin army's most vulnerable rear?

Judging from their demeanor, they were definitely not military officers within the imperial court's establishment, nor even private soldiers employed by a certain minister.

Did righteous heroes spontaneously resist the Jin?

Perhaps such a thing exists, but with so many experts and such coordinated actions, striking directly at the heart of the enemy and seizing the flag, this cannot be explained by an ordinary "righteous act".

Behind them, there must be a capable person, or rather, a powerful force organizing and driving them.

But the court...

Who has the ability to quietly gather such a force in such a short time and precisely deploy it to this deadly Jianghuai region?

"My husband."

A familiar, weary yet still clear voice came from behind me.

Han Shizhong reined in his horse and turned around, only to see Liang Hongyu walking briskly towards him, accompanied by several personal guards.

A look of relief appeared on Han Shizhong's face. He was about to ask about her injuries and the specific situation of the upstream defense line when Liang Hongyu continued, "I just asked several leaders of the righteous warriors..."

"They say it's His Majesty who has arrived!"

"What?"

Han Shizhong trembled violently, almost doubting that he had misheard. He abruptly leaned down from his horse and stared intently at his wife.

"His Majesty?"

"His Majesty should be in Yingtian Prefecture, overseeing the central government, so why has he come to this dangerous place?"

"Hongyu, have you found out the truth?"

"Could you have misheard?"

Liang Hongyu shook her head vigorously, her eyes flashing: "At first, I didn't believe it either, and I kept confirming it."

"Sect Leader Liu himself said that they were sent by His Majesty to assist in the battle in Jianghuai!"

"His Majesty……"

"His Majesty not only went there personally, but also stormed the Jin army camp and, amidst ten thousand soldiers, beheaded Wanyan Zongbi!"

"this……"

Han Shizhong was struck dumb, standing there as if by lightning.

His Majesty has come in person?

He also led this surprise attack on the Jin army camp and killed Wanyan Zongbi.

This news shocked him a hundred times more than the surprise attack itself!

Your Majesty, with your invaluable body, would actually venture into such a dangerous place?

This is simply... insane!

Yes!

Yes!

The imperial court's military strength is stretched thin, and defenses are strained in various places. Even if His Majesty has great ambitions, he is indeed unable to spare a complete and elite reinforcement force to aid the Jianghuai region in a short period of time.

Apart from……

To rely on forces outside the imperial court.

The martial world! His Majesty has actually taken this risky and unconventional step!

But another, deeper question arose, even overshadowing the shock of learning that His Majesty had come in person: How did His Majesty manage to do that?

The martial arts world and the imperial court have always been deeply separated. How could those heroes who come and go so easily be commanded?

Especially in such a short time, to gather so many experts and make them willing to go to their deaths and obey orders...

This requires more than just the status of an emperor; it probably also requires unimaginable prestige, methods, or promises.

When did Your Majesty gain such influence?

Too little information, too many mysteries.

Han Shizhong felt his mind was in complete chaos. He was deeply worried about the safety of His Majesty, confused about the origins of this "His Majesty's personal army," and dazed by the strange yet glorious victory before him.

Just then, the sound of clothes rustling in the wind and steady footsteps came from behind.

Lu Mang flicked the sticky blood off the bronze rod and grinned, "Damn it, it was exhilarating, but thinking about it now makes my legs cramp up a bit."

"Chief Hong, Island Master Huang, are we really going to follow His Majesty..."

"So they rushed in?"

"That's a camp with tens of thousands of golden dogs!"

Upon hearing this, an elderly man with a brownish-yellow crust, holding an iron ruler, said in a deep voice, "It's more than just rushing in!"

"Your Majesty is the spearhead, and we are the wings. What we will break through is not just the camp, but also the courage of the Jurchens."

"only……"

"His Majesty was invincible, cutting through layer upon layer of obstacles to reach the commander's tent. Such might was..."

"In my forty years of wandering the martial world, I have never heard of such a thing."

"But human strength has its limits. Even if Your Majesty possesses unparalleled divine skills, your inner strength is not inexhaustible, despite your relentless charge and breaking through enemy lines."

"When he finally threw the knife and beheaded the enemy, his aura was no longer as perfect as it had been at the beginning, indicating that he had suffered tremendous depletion."

Another middle-aged Taoist priest, carrying a long sword and with a stern expression, nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

"In my humble opinion, Your Majesty's initial charge was like the blazing sun sweeping across the sky, overwhelming and unstoppable. Ordinary Jin soldiers would collapse at the mere touch of it."

"At this stage, we will defeat, intimidate, and clear out the outer crossbowmen and the hastily formed enemy ranks, numbering around seven or eight hundred, mostly by leveraging the momentum of our charge and the range of our palm strikes."

"After breaking through the outer perimeter and penetrating the core of the central army, His Majesty encountered truly elite troops such as Heza Meng'an forming a defensive formation to block him. Although His Majesty's offensive was still fierce, it had shifted to using skill to overcome force and breaking through the surface with points. Although the efficiency was high, the consumption was even greater."

"Upon reaching the commander's tent, he slew dozens of fierce guards, and finally, while fleeing, used his inner strength to throw a knife and kill the commander..."

"Based on this calculation, the total number of enemies Your Majesty defeated and killed by breaking through the formation alone should be between 1,200 and 1,500."

Hong Qigong took a swig of wine: "That old man is quite meticulous."

"Your Majesty is a human being, not a clay statue of a Vajra in a temple."

"We, a hundred or so men, followed the charge, and we didn't just wave flags and shout slogans."

"His Majesty has made an opening, so we must do our best to widen it, disrupt the Jin dogs who want to close it, and clear out those scum who shoot arrows and trip us up. We must also keep an eye on His Majesty's side and rear, so that no fish escapes and prevents him from directly attacking the Empress."

"This job is no easy task!"

"Without us, even if His Majesty manages to reach the commander's tent, he will be surrounded by layers upon layers of Jin soldiers who have rushed to the scene, and he will be exhausted."

"His Majesty's tactic of using himself as the strongest spear and drawing us in as the armor-piercing spikes..."

"Hey, brilliant!"

Huang Yaoshi spoke calmly: "Brother Hong is right. The key to this battle lies in 'surprise' and 'speed'."

"His Majesty used his unparalleled martial arts as a surprise attack to destroy their command center and morale in one fell swoop. We then expanded the chaos to prevent their recovery."

"If the Jin army had been prepared, formed a thick defensive formation, and deployed heavy crossbows, they would have worn down your forces layer by layer with lives. Even Your Majesty would have found yourself in a difficult situation."

"More than a thousand fierce soldiers formed a deadly formation and launched a siege, enough to exhaust the true energy and physical strength of any top master."

"Fortunately, His Majesty chose the right moment and hit the nail on the head."

Lu Mang scratched his head: "I was just saying that when we rushed in, it felt like the Golden Dogs, although they had a lot of people, were like a hornet's nest that had been knocked out, scattered here and there, with no decent way to stop them."

"So His Majesty has already broken through the hardest shell, and even the buzzing queen wasp inside!"

"We went in to smash the beehive and stomp on the wasps!"

The sect leader of Diancang Sect nodded: "That is indeed the case."

"Your Majesty's achievement lies in breaking the deadlock, while our efforts lie in expanding the results. We complement each other and neither can be dispensed with."

"However, after this battle, His Majesty's internal energy must have been greatly depleted, and he needs to recuperate properly."

Not far away, Han Shizhong and Liang Hongyu stood frozen in place, like two clay sculptures suddenly frozen in ice.

His Majesty broke through the formation alone?

Suppress, kill...between 1,200 and 1,500?

Ordinary Jin soldiers would collapse at the mere touch?

How did the elite troops of Hezhameng'an manage to intercept them?

Overcoming force with skill, and breaking through the surface with a single point?

Tear open?

Will we then expand?

Han Shizhong's facial muscles twitched involuntarily; he didn't even immediately understand what the combination of these words meant.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at his wife beside him, only to see Liang Hongyu also looking back at him. Her eyes, which were usually clear and bright amidst the smoke and fire of war, were now filled with the same kind of bewildered horror as his own.

What are they saying?

Your Majesty... single-handedly... rivals over a thousand Jin soldiers?

They...they killed them all?

absurd!

This was the first and strongest thought in Han Shizhong's mind.

He spent half his life in the military, witnessing the bravest generals and the most fearless warriors.

But I have never seen anyone single-handedly defeat an entire organized and heavily armed enemy force of over a thousand men!

That wasn't a gang fight or a martial arts contest; it was a battlefield!

It was a military formation with crossbows firing in unison, spears and halberds like a forest, and advances and retreats with a clear strategy!

Individual bravery will be diluted to the extreme in this process.

Being able to kill more than ten enemy soldiers in the midst of chaos is already a sign of bravery.

A warrior capable of fighting dozens of men without retreating is a rare and formidable fighter.

A match for a thousand men?

That's just exaggerated rhetoric in history books and folk tales!

but……

The gray-robed elder's tone, tinged with both certainty and lingering fear; the elder wielding the iron ruler's words, filled with meticulous calculation and reverence; the sword-wielding Taoist's analysis, calm to the point of cruelty…

And then there's the bold yet vivid metaphor of recklessness...

These words came from the mouths of these "righteous men" who had just helped him turn the tide with swift and decisive action and whose martial arts skills were clearly unbelievably high. He couldn't help but believe them.

but……

How is that possible?!

Han Shizhong felt a wave of dizziness. He looked at Liang Hongyu again and saw the same dizzying sensation in his wife's eyes.

Liu Feng said they came on His Majesty's orders, which was already quite astonishing.

But now, the information implied in the words of these "surprise troops" brought by His Majesty points to an even more unbelievable fact that completely overturns all his understanding—

Your Majesty yourself is the sharpest and most unstoppable "spear" in this "surprise force"!

In his memory, that young emperor in the Yingtianfu Imperial Palace, though he had recently acted decisively and ruthlessly, was ultimately a young man who lived deep within the palace and needed heavy guards...

He possessed absolutely no trace of the fierceness of a warrior, and there was no one who had ever heard of Emperor Zhao Gou being skilled in martial arts...

How is that possible?

If, if this were true...

When did Your Majesty acquire such extraordinary martial arts skills?

Han Shizhong took a deep breath, then resolutely strode towards the martial arts masters.

Liang Hongyu hesitated for a moment, then followed closely behind.

"Han Shizhong, thank you all, heroes, for today you have turned the tide and saved millions of soldiers and civilians in the Jianghuai region from disaster!"

"This kindness is heavier than Mount Tai; I, Han, will never forget it!"

Hong Qigong quickly stepped forward to help him up, saying, "Oh dear, Marshal Han, you mustn't do this! Please get up!"

"You're making this old beggar feel terrible!"

Han Shizhong straightened up and clasped his hands in a fist salute again: "I will repay your life-saving grace in the future."

"However... I am blind and still do not know the esteemed names of all of you heroes, nor where your immortal abodes are, let alone... what your relationship is with His Majesty...?"

Hong Qigong laughed heartily, his voice booming like thunder, and patted his chest: "Of course, of course!"

"This old beggar never changes his name or surname; he is Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggars' Clan!"

Chief Hong?

A look of realization and even deeper shock flashed in Han Shizhong's and Liang Hongyu's eyes.

The Beggars' Sect is the largest sect in the world, and its leader, Hong Qigong, is renowned for his chivalry. They had naturally heard of him, but they never imagined that such a towering figure in the martial arts world would appear here, and even be acting on His Majesty's orders.

Huang Yaoshi nodded slightly: "Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi."

Huang Yaoshi, the Master of Peach Blossom Island?

Han Shizhong was shocked again.

Even a general like him, who was focused on military affairs, had occasionally heard rumors about Huang Yaoshi, the "Eastern Heretic," a legendary figure who was both righteous and evil, had superb martial arts skills, and acted eccentrically.

"I'm reckless! My friends in the martial arts world give me face and call me 'Iron Arhat of the Western Regions'!"

"This humble Taoist is Yu Xuzi of the Diancang School."

"Qingcheng Sect, Qingsong".

Following that, the other sect leaders and elders also briefly introduced themselves, each of them a renowned martial arts hero or leader of a major sect.

Each name announced intensified the shock in Han Shizhong's heart.

The Beggar Clan Leader, the Peach Blossom Island Master, the Great Tycoon of Guanzhong, the Head of Diancang Sect, the Elder of Qingcheng... This

These top figures in the martial arts world, who are usually scattered and may not even respect each other, have gathered here to hear His Majesty's orders and fight side by side.

What kind of methods and prestige would it take to achieve this?