
Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty: Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition!
by Like Meeting For The First Time
About This Novel
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be extinguished? When Lin Jun, a graduate student in the history department, passed through Zhao Gou's soul and faced this history written with blood and tears, he cried out: No! In this life, history will be rewritten by me! There is no system and no magical skills. His only golden finger is the Chinese soul engraved in his bones and his vision that transcends the times! From today on, there is no peaceful Southern Song Dynasty, only the iron-blooded Great Song Dynasty! I want to break through the Helan Mountains, welcome back the Two Saints, and use the blood of the Golden Man to tell the world what is the anger of the emperor and what is the backbone of China!
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Official(1)Scraped 11d ago
The yy is a bit too much, and there is no sense of passion. Others in the Jin Kingdom are elites in hundreds of battles, but you found some passionate farmers and ambushed them. Han Shizhong's elite soldiers and generals also just beat Huang Tiandang a little better. . . The gap in combat power cannot be equalized by the so-called terrain advantage, and the Jin Kingdom is an elite in white mountains and black waters, and other people's mountain capabilities are more than a hundred times better than your peasant. . .
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Official(1)Scraped 11d ago
The yy is a bit too much, and there is no sense of passion. Others in the Jin Kingdom are elites in hundreds of battles, but you found some passionate farmers and ambushed them. Han Shizhong's elite soldiers and generals also just beat Huang Tiandang a little better. . . The gap in combat power cannot be equalized by the so-called terrain advantage, and the Jin Kingdom is an elite in white mountains and black waters, and other people's mountain capabilities are more than a hundred times better than your peasant. . .









