At this time, Zhao Ji was still waiting for the battle between Zhao Song and Dajin in the camp, although Zhao Ji had great confidence in Luo Pingtai, but this battle was a battle related to the life and death of Zhao Song, once defeated, Zhao Song would become history, and he Zhao Ji would also become Zhao Song's sinner through the ages, and he would also be named the king of the dead country in the annals of history.

None of this is what he wants to accept, and he is not sitting or standing in the barracks at the moment, and he will let him go left and right to see if there is the latest battle report.

"The official family! The official family has won! We have won!" one of Zhao Ji's attendants rushed into the barracks with a loud shout, forgetting to make a confession because he was too excited, which was a serious crime to kill his head in normal times.

Hearing the voice of the waiter, Zhao Ji rushed directly to the waiter's side, grabbed the battle report in the hand of the waiter, and flipped through it on the spot, when he saw the words "150,000 enemies" and "Wanyan Zongwang awarded the head", Zhao Ji couldn't help but be excited in his heart, and directly hugged the waiter next to him and cried, laughing while crying, and muttered in his mouth: "I don't have to be the king of the dead country, I really don't need to be the king of the dead country, hahaha......"

At this time, the chamberlain skillfully took Zhao Ji's words and said: "Of course, the official family is not the king of the dead country, this great victory is unprecedented, and the official family is comparable to Emperor Taizu!"

"Well said! Well said! I am very happy, you will be the head of Zichen Hall in the future!" Hearing the compliment of the servant, Zhao Ji couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Come on, hurry back to the palace, I want to bathe and change clothes, and come to greet all the soldiers!"

......

Tokyo City Gate.

It's early autumn and the morning sun is rising. The city of Tokyo, which had been depressed by the war, was now bustling with activity, and the gates were guarded by soldiers who had just retired from the battlefield.

Loess pavement, clean water sprinkled streets.

Both sides of the official road were full of people who came to greet the triumphant division, and everyone had a smile on their faces, after all, this time they won a complete victory, and the people were also honored to annihilate the enemy of Dajin in one fell swoop.

At this moment, the palace gate of the imperial city slowly opened, and the nine cars that opened the road were filled with officials above the five grades of the capital and the locality, and then the "Qing Tour Team" composed of two teams of cavalry and six elements of infantry began to split apart to maintain order, followed by twelve soldiers holding dragon flags, followed by a band composed of hundreds of people, hitting the music of the Son of Heaven traveling in the Book of Songs, in the shadow of a group of flags, buildings, and banners, Zhao Ji rode out of the palace gate by the twenty-four royal horses pulled by the Son of Heaven Luan.

It was also the first time that the people who had lived in the city of Tokyo for generations saw this kind of battle and exclaimed, "Ah! It's an official trip!"

"This scale, I'm afraid only Emperor Taizu has used it!"

"The official family is a soldier who is going to welcome the return of the great victory, God bless Zhao Song!"

In the cheers of the people, Zhao Ji, who was sitting on the frame, also looked at the people on both sides with a smile on his face, this feeling was too wonderful for Zhao Ji, after all, he basically didn't win a battle in his reign, let alone such an unprecedented victory.

Luan drove slowly to the Tokyo City Gate, Zhao Ji took the lead in getting off the frame, and officials from all over the country also hurriedly came down and followed Zhao Ji slowly towards the city gate.

At this time, a group of replenishment soldiers dressed in Zhao Song standard armor walked neatly towards the city gate, and their bodies were still stained with blood stains that had not completely dried, and at a glance they knew that they were Zhao Song soldiers who had just come down from the front line.

After a while, a team of cavalry dressed in strange costumes galloped over, iron hooves stomped on the ground, dusty, everyone at the city gate felt like they were facing the charge of thousands of troops, the leader of this team of cavalry was Xiang Yu, the horse neck still hung Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Zonghan are still dripping with blood's head, some of the cavalry waist swords are jagged, and some are cut off from the middle and only one handle remains, which all tells people the tragedy of the battle situation at that time, and the evil aura that soars to the sky makes people see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"I, Zhao Ji, Emperor of the Zhao Song Dynasty, today lead a hundred officials to welcome the triumphant division!"

"Welcome to the Triumphant Division!"

Hearing this, all the officials bowed down collectively, and the soldiers on both sides of the official road knelt down on one knee, and when they saw this kind of big scene, the surrounding people also knelt and bowed, without any shame at all, and there was only endless glory.

After feeling the supreme sense of accomplishment brought by the victory, Zhao Ji thought about it, and hurriedly ran to Luo Pingtai, who met him, and said: "Heavenly Master of the Protector of the Country, this time I will turn the tide, help the building to fall into the general, and relieve Zhao Song Shengmin from hanging upside down, I am very relieved!"

Regarding Zhao Ji's approach, Luo Pingtai can fully understand what he thinks in his heart, and he just wants to completely tie himself to Zhao Song's chariot, but he really doesn't look at it very much, of course, if Zhao Ji can take him as the main thing, it is not impossible to shelter the Zhao Song royal family.

Zhao Ji said again: "The Heavenly Master of the Protector of the Kingdom has made a contribution to Zhao Song, and I have already arranged a banquet in the palace to wash the dust for the Heavenly Master of the Protector and a group of soldiers. ”

After speaking, he pulled Luo Pingtai onto Luan, although it is a supreme honor to ride with the Son of Heaven, but for Luo Pingtai, it is just like that, is the seat of the Son of Heaven Luan still more comfortable than sitting on his own sofa?

Because there were too many meritorious soldiers, after the banquet, everyone moved to the school martial arts field of the forbidden army. The stands have been arranged around the school martial arts field, and all the dignitaries and nobles are sitting on it, with a burst of blood-boiling music sounding, the field is full of military generals above the sixth grade, and in the middle is Xiang Yu and eight hundred soldiers, for them to stand in the middle, Zhao Song's generals have no dissatisfaction on their faces, and they dare not have the slightest dissatisfaction, in their eyes, this group of people is like Shura in hell, and the generals who stand closer always feel a great terror, and they are a little panicked in their hearts.

Luo Pingtai sat next to Zhao Ji and was bored, so he could only look left and right. At this time, Zhao Ji said: "I have sealed the Heavenly Master of the Protector as the King of Song, and I have given Nanshan as the dojo of the Heavenly Master in this realm, and the mercenary group of the Ten Thousand Realms as the 'Heavenly Army of the Protector'. ”

As soon as Zhao Ji's words were finished, the bodies of Luo Pingtai and Xiang Yu and the others suddenly shook, and a suffocating momentum was released, Luo Pingtai saw a burst of golden light falling on himself and the members of the mercenary group, and he directly broke through from the middle innate stage to the innate great perfection, and the excess golden light was absorbed by the system.

"Ding~, get the power of the world's origin, the system is being upgraded"

I didn't expect that this trip to Zhao Song would gain so much, and it seems that Zhao Ji will have to give more benefits in the future.

The members of the mercenary group on the field broke through one after another, like eight hundred golden people, dazzling, at this time Luo Pingtai said to Zhao Ji: "Please Emperor Song later, don't leave!" After speaking, he flew to the front of the mercenary group on the field, and when everyone broke through, Luo Pingtai waved one hand, and a space gate appeared in front of him, and the members of the mercenary group rushed in, and Luo Pingtai also turned around and walked in, but the space gate did not disappear.

Just when everyone was amazed, Zhao Ji also took the opportunity to say that Luo Pingtai and the others were the immortals he met in his dream, and asked Luo Pingtai to bring heavenly soldiers and generals to help Zhao Song eliminate the enemy, and Zhao Song would have the protection of immortals and never fall. For a while, everyone on the field was talking about things related to immortals, and Zhao Ji was thinking about what Luo Pingtai had just said, looking at the light gate, his eyes were full of expectation.

At that moment, three bags flew out of the light door, along with a piece of paper full of words, and the door closed and disappeared.

Zhao Ji hurriedly sent someone to put these things away, ordered the heavy troops to escort them to the palace, and immediately ordered a cadre of ministers to stay on the matter, and then issued orders to the agricultural officials of all states and counties. In less than two years, the grain production of Zhao and Song Dynasty increased by about ten times, and the villages, towns, and even the imperial palace of Zhao and Song Dynasty were filled with the fragrance of potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes.

The people cheered and set up Luo Pingtai's niche at home, worshiped day and night, and collectively called these "fairy food".