In the ten years since Shaoxing, the Northern Expedition was gaining momentum. The enemy was defeated in Yancheng, Zhuxian Town was defeated in consecutive battles, and Bianjing was within reach. To the north of the Yellow River, righteous men responded one after another, and the people's incense pots lined the roads, and there was an endless supply of food and grass.
Twelve gold medals, won in one day. Ten years of bloody battles were destroyed in one fell swoop. Serving the country with loyalty, have you ever thought that Feng Bo Pavilion would be stained with blood? The sun is shining brightly, have you ever felt clear in your heart?
From then on, the soldiers and civilians in Hebei no longer had the surname Song or Jin, and were only called Han people. . . . . Hate?
