When I assumed the role of Prince Zhao Shu of the Northern Song Dynasty, Bianjing was already besieged by the Jin army.
The civil and military officials of the whole court were helpless, and the father was trembling on the dragon throne.
But I prepared an ammonia solution at minus ten degrees Celsius in the basement of Fuzhong.
When the chamberlain cried, "Your Majesty has fainted due to fever," I picked up the ice basin and smiled: "Lead the way."
Above the court, I created a thousand-year ice in front of everyone, shattering all doubts.
Half a year later, the Iron Pagoda of the Kingdom of Jin came to the city again.
One hundred thousand troops saw hundreds of fireballs rising from the top of Bianjing City.
"Sacred Fire Flying Crow, release!" I ordered.
Gorgeous flowers of death exploded in the night sky, and the enemy commander was instantly reduced to charcoal.
The blueprint of the steam battleship slowly unfolded in my hands.
This Bianjing is just the first stop for me to conquer the world.
