Jingkang: Summon the Spirit of the Northern Song Dynasty General at the Beginning

In the first year of Jingkang, under the city of Bianjing, the setting sun was trampled by gold and iron horses. When he woke up, he could hear the trembling voice of the Lord Harmony Sect in his ears, the arrogance of the Golden Envoy in front of him, and behind him half of the country was about to overturn. He is Lin Mo, a graduate student in the history department, but now he has become the cowardly Song Qinzong who harmed the country in the history books. "Certain territory? Pay compensation? Become a vassal?" All the officials in the palace bowed their heads, but no one dared to respond. Lin Mo stroked the yellowed ancient scroll that appeared out of thin air on the case - [Book of General Souls]. The moment the fingertips touched, golden light rose into the sky, and a young hero with the four words "Serve the country with loyalty" stepped out of the scroll, knelt on one knee, and said in a voice like gold and stone: "Yue Fei, I am willing to fight to the death for Your Majesty!" From this moment on, history will no longer be a footnote of humiliation. In the beacon fire of Bianjing, the young Yue Fei showed his talents for the first time; the heavy snow covered his bow and sword, and Di Qing's mask reflected the cold moon; outside Yanmen Pass, Yang Laolinggong looked back with white hair, and behind him, millions of heroes of the Yang family were arrayed and ready to go. When the banner of the Yue Family Army was planted on the top of Youzhou City, when the Song Dynasty cavalry broke through the white mountains and black waters of Huanglong Mansion, when the backbone of China stood up again after a hundred years of humiliation - the historian wrote but hesitated to write the ink. Who is the emperor named Zhao Huan in the history books? No one knows the answer. But in the oldest library in Bianjing, an unknown volume of unofficial history was secretly stuffed into a crack, with only one line of small scrawled words on the title page: "I am Lin Mo, and I am also Zhao Huan. I came from nine hundred years later, just to tell this era that the Han family will never hunt north."