From the start, I transmigrate as Fang La.
Less than a month remains before the uprising in the tenth month.
No System to rely on.
This time, I decide to take a different path.
No more pretending to be a god and calling myself the “Holy Duke.” No more allowing bandits to loot and burn their way across the land. I will redistribute the land, abolish taxes, organize the army, and recruit talent from across the realm: from the tiger-slaying hero Wu Song and Lu Zhishen, who uprooted a willow tree with his bare hands, to the great generals of the revival, Han Shizhong and Yue Fei; from the down-on-his-luck scholar Lü Shiniang to the white-haired veteran general Zong Ze. One by one, I will bring them into my ranks.
The foundations of the Northern Song are rotten through. How many commoners have died because of the Flower and Stone Collection? How many bones lie piled beside the canals? In Bianjing, the Emperor Daojun still drowns in wine and dreams, unaware that the Jurchen cavalry is sharpening its blades in the north.
Fang La stands on the southern bank of the Yangtze, gazing at the beacon fires across the river. He knows the humiliation of Jingkang is just around the corner, and the tragedy of the two emperors being taken north and the Central Plains falling is about to unfold.
This time, he will march from Qingxi to Bianjing, and beyond.
“The court cannot stop the Jurchens.
Only I can!”
