I Will Never Lead a Northern Campaign

“Your Majesty, the Jin troops have crossed the Yellow River. The Retired Emperor fled south through Tongjin Gate last night!”

In court, the ministers urged the emperor to flee, all claiming it was an old precedent established by the ancestors.

Zhao Huan slowly raised his head and swept his gaze over these “traitors” from the history books. His voice was cold as ice:

“Let him flee south if he wants. I will not.”

“Kaifeng, this capital of the Great Song, is my hunting ground.”

“Pass down my decree: Anyone who speaks of fleeing south or negotiating peace again will be treated as an enemy collaborator and executed!”

Only then did everyone realize in horror that this new emperor meant to fight more than the million Jin soldiers outside the city…