After waking up, Li Yunlong, commander of an independent regiment, finds himself Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji.
In his hand is a fine brush for painting birds, while the Jin army is already at the gates.
The civil and military officials are still discussing the brushwork in Auspicious Cranes, when Li Yunlong kicks over the imperial desk.
“Listen up, you sons of bitches! Civil officials, get your asses onto the city walls and haul sandbags. Military officers, take your men and raid the corrupt officials’ homes!”
“The bows are rusty? Polish them! The walls are overgrown? Clear them!”
“Twenty days? It only took me two days to take Ping’an County!”
When Wanyan Zongwang saw the crude cannons lined up atop Bianjing’s walls, and the emperor in a dragon robe spouting curses, he was stunned.
This didn’t seem like the same dashing, weak-willed Daoist Emperor described in his intelligence reports.
