I became the King of Ryukyu

"The one wearing the dragon robe is the dog Song emperor!" came the shouts of Liao soldiers from behind.

Zheng Yi didn't know why he went to the battlefield without even wearing armor. Perhaps he had already lost his armor and weapons while fleeing.

He quickly unbuckled his belt and took off his ochre-yellow clothes.

"The one driving the donkey cart is the dog-like Song Emperor!"

"..."

Hearing the pursuers shout again, Zheng Yi felt like a fool.

Cao Mengde cut off his beard and abandoned his robe because he still had his troops with him; blurring his features would make it easier for his men to share the firepower.

Now that he's all alone, what need is there for him to disguise himself?

So he was no longer affected by the shouts of the pursuers and focused on driving the donkey cart.

Zheng Yi felt the wind howling and the scenery on both sides rushing past.

It's so fast, it's incredibly fast! It's inspiring!

Holding the reins in one hand, cracking the whip in the other, and tucking the flagpole under his arm, Zheng Yi felt a surge of heroic spirit, like Zhao Zilong's seven charges in and out of Changbanpo.

"You dog emperor, don't you dare leave!"

It was the same Liao vanguard who appeared in the previous simulation. He was holding a spiked club and making strange noises in broken Chinese.

The horse he rode was no ordinary steed; no matter how extraordinary Zheng Yi's donkey was, he gradually closed the gap with it.

When the two were only about twenty meters apart, the Liao vanguard rested his mace on his horse, took out a wolf-tooth arrow from his quiver, nocked it, and shot it straight at Zheng Yi's back.

Zheng Yi was possessed by Zhao Guangyi at this moment, and his driving skills in the donkey cart were really good. He was even able to keep an eye on what was happening behind him.

He quickly changed direction and turned, the arrow missed its target, only grazing his shoulder.

Seeing that guy taking arrows from the quiver again, Zheng Yi gritted his teeth, slightly tightened the reins of the donkey, and reduced the speed of the carriage. He turned his head and flicked the stick back, using the Taizongquan technique of turning and striking.

Zheng Yi used all his strength in this strike, thinking that even if he couldn't knock his opponent down, he could at least inflict serious damage.

Unexpectedly, the Liao vanguard was indeed an elite force in the army, with a combat strength of at least 50.

While galloping at high speed, he lowered his body, gripped the horse's belly tightly with his legs, and turned ninety degrees around on the horse.

So, it really is about feigning defeat first!

Only then did Zheng Yi realize that the secret formula left by Zhao Guangyi was indeed quite effective. His strike missed, and it was too late for him to withdraw his force.

The Liao vanguard reached out and grabbed the flagpole, pulling hard to remount his horse. He still refused to let go, wanting to earn the merit of capturing the flag.

Zheng Yi felt a tremendous force coming from him. He managed to hold on by relying on the [Donkey Cart Affinity] to stabilize his lower body and the [Staff Affinity] to strengthen his grip on the staff.

The hideous face with four small braids was getting closer and closer, and you could almost smell the stench coming from his mouth.

Zheng Yi suddenly shook the flagpole, unleashing the true springy force of a pine cone.

Originally, this move, "Over-the-Top Fist - Double Shaking Empty Fist," was one of the finishing moves in Taizong boxing, where defeat was followed by victory. When used with a staff, it was enough to send the enemy flying.

But Zheng Yi's strength was far from matching his skill; his hands were split open, and the Liao vanguard only staggered slightly.

Ignoring the pain, Zheng Yi had already spotted the earthenware pot in the corner of the cart with his peripheral vision.

"You damned Song emperor!" the Liao vanguard sneered. "Your Dragon-Piercing Cudgel is nothing but a hollow name!"

"What are you barking about, dog? Watch out for my dog-beating stick!" Zheng Yi said, but it was just a feint. He suddenly grabbed a clay pot with one hand and smashed it at him.

The Liao soldier's vanguard's expression changed. He thought the Song emperor was being unethical by throwing away a chamber pot, and he quickly covered his eyes with one hand.

He didn't care about the filth; he hadn't bathed in over a year, so it was a good opportunity to take a shower.

But if the hot soup gets into your eyes, you won't be able to continue the pursuit.

The earthenware pot smashed on his head with a bang, shattering inside. Instead of excrement or any filth, it contained a scalding hot, jelly-like substance.

Zheng Yi noticed as soon as he picked them up that the earthenware pots wrapped in straw were warm.

While the other person was distracted by the scalding paste on their face, he smashed the remaining two earthenware pots over.

It also contained the same kind of paste-like stuff.

The other one was something that looked like a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

Zheng Yi didn't care what was inside. He loosened his grip and flicked the flagpole in his hand, causing it to vibrate violently and strike the enemy's ribs.

Creating some space, he used all his strength to deliver a powerful sweeping blow, knocking the Liao vanguard off his horse.

One down!

Zheng Yi took a deep breath. He was also feeling unwell. He had overexerted himself and was already showing signs of exhaustion. His nose was filled with the metallic smell of blood.

Just then, the person who picked up the kills appeared.

During the earlier skirmish with the enemy, the donkey cart slowed down, and a Liao cavalryman rode up from Zheng Yi's left rear.

He wasn't as tall as the spearhead, and he was also slower.

But at this moment, Zheng Yi was panting heavily, his whole body was exhausted, and the flagpole in his hand seemed to have several barbell plates added to it, making it very difficult to lift.

A flash of white light, and the horse passed by.

The blade traced an arc from Zheng Yi's tailbone to his abdomen. The force of the galloping horse on the grassland allowed the blade to cut into his flesh at an imperfect angle, producing a sizzling sound.

A sharp pain shot through Zheng Yi's lower back and abdomen, and he felt as if he were flying. The sun spun around, and the rocks were overturned, but his buttocks remained firmly seated on the donkey cart, displaying the demeanor of a great general.

You've been cut in half.

You are dead.

[Rating: NPC]

[Rewards: Your driving and stick fighting skills have improved, your skin has become slightly tougher, your spine is more flexible, and you have obtained the delicacies [Big Stew] [Donkey Meat Sandwich] and their cooking methods.]

Zheng Yi suddenly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

This time, I experienced death in a different form.

Upon closer reflection, the act of cutting something in half has a unique flavor.

The sensation is completely different from being shot by an arrow or having your skull shattered.

Even someone destined for greatness like him had to abandon his plan to continue conquering the secret realm tonight.

Even if the body can withstand it, the mind will break down.

He stood up, clutching his waist, and twisted around a couple of times, seemingly becoming more agile.

Zheng Yi looked down at the corner of the wall, where three earthenware pots suddenly appeared—the same three that had smashed the Liao soldiers' heads in the secret realm.

The Gaoliang River is located near the present-day capital of China, not far from Hebei Province.

It's likely that the donkey cart belonged to a traveling merchant from Hebei, with earthenware jars on it containing provisions for the journey.

Zheng Yi speculated maliciously that Zhao Guangyi in history might have fled from Hebei back to Henan while eating stewed rice.

I bent down and lifted one of the jars, examining it under the fluorescent light. It was just a rough, unadorned farmhouse pottery jar.

It doesn't seem to be an antique. Even if it is, it's not worth much. Zheng Yi was slightly disappointed.

It's not like just anything will become valuable after a thousand years.

Imperial porcelain that was valuable back then is now a precious antique; while farm pottery that was worthless back then is still worthless even after a thousand years.