Guo Jing's words were equivalent to a slap on Zhao Ji's face, making Zhao Ji's face red, blue and white, showing everyone present the essence of face change in Sichuan opera.

The least thing in the Zhao family's heart is self-knowledge, and if they don't scold them, they probably still think that they are sages and sages.

Guo Jing's words are agreed by many ministers in their hearts, but they can't say this because of their status as courtiers, with the things that Zhao Ji did after he took the throne, not to mention anything else, Fang La's rebellion, Liang Shanbo's rebellion, and the failure to conquer Yanyun's thirteen states, the loss of troops and generals, etc., this also has merit, I am afraid that it is also for the sake of the face of the disaster.

Zhao Ji was embarrassed and angry, why didn't anyone help him at this time?

Subconsciously, Zhao Ji looked at someone among the ministers, Cai Jing, who was a courtier he personally promoted.

However, Cai Jing had temporarily lost the ability to speak at this time, not everyone was paying attention to the royal matter, Cai Jing's eyes had already looked in the direction of the three immortals outside the city.

I saw Guan Yu swing out with a sword, and the phantom of the green dragon appeared, piercing through the thousand-person army formation, and the golden soldiers who made countless Great Song Dynasty soldiers have demons in their hearts turned into nothing under the light of this sword, making countless golden soldiers collapse and abandon their armor and flee.

Zhao Yun on the side did not fall behind at all, even if he left a name of benevolence and righteousness in history, but don't forget that Zhao Yun is also a military general who has experienced a hundred battles, and the enemies who died in his hands are not one thousand but eight hundred.

And as a member of the former White Horse Yicong, it is impossible for Zhao Yun to keep his hands on these aliens in front of him.

Hao Gentian spear shot like a dragon, and in the face of the rain of arrows from the golden soldiers, Zhao Yun destroyed it with just one shot.

Coming from the world known as "Grass Mowing Peerless", in the absence of opponents of the same level, in the face of these thousands of ordinary soldiers, Zhao Yun could easily mow countless grasses without even releasing Peerless, and everywhere he went, corpses were everywhere.

The last remaining Xue Rengui, although compared with Guan Yu and Zhao Yun, Xue Rengui is not only two grades weaker in strength, but also lacks experience, but it is not something that these ordinary soldiers can easily defeat.

In the face of these three god-like figures, ordinary golden soldiers have begun to fear, even though the overseer team has killed many deserters, there is still a steady stream of soldiers who want to escape.

They would rather die at the hands of their own people than at the hands of these spirits and gods, so that their souls cannot be detached.

"How did those three monsters come out?" Wanyan Zongwang, who was in charge of commanding the army in the rear, scolded, fortunately he was one step slower because he went to the toilet before, otherwise maybe the heads were gone now, and the general who was in charge of commanding the battle before was cut into meat sauce by a knife light as soon as he appeared, and he couldn't see his original appearance at all.

"According to the news from Bianjingli, these three monsters were all former famous generals of the Han people, and they were summoned by a Taoist priest named Guo Jing. An adjutant general stepped forward and said.

"Spell?" Wan Yan Zongwang had a dark face, isn't this what the Song people used to fool people? Before, when he heard the news, he only thought that there was no one in the Song Court, and he actually wanted to deceive them in this way, but what is that on the battlefield now? Could it be that there are really ghosts and gods in this world?

"Hmph, even if it's really a ghost or god, I'm not afraid of being alive, let alone dead! I'll aim those cannons at them!" Wanyan Zongwang said with a hideous expression.

The general hurriedly persuaded: "But there are still our people there." ”

"Hmph, it is their honor to be loyal to Your Majesty. ”

At this moment, seeing the hideousness and murderous intent on Wan Yan Zongwang's face, everyone stopped talking and began to do what Wan Yan Zongwang ordered, but they didn't know what they thought in their hearts.

Bang! Bang!

A violent cannon sound suddenly came from the rear of the Jin army, and the next moment, dozens of shells smashed towards Guan Yu and the others.

"Slash!"

Guan Yu shouted violently, and the sword light slashed through the cannonball, and the next moment, the cannonball seemed to have experienced a long time in an instant, gradually becoming decaying, and finally directly turning into flying ashes and dissipating.

Guan Yu, Spring and Autumn Domain!

"Musou - Wyvern Flash!"

Zhao Yun directly turned into a ray of light and disappeared in place, the light rushed through the cannonball, and when Zhao Yun reappeared, the cannonball behind him suddenly exploded in midair.

"Zhao Zilong, participate!"

Compared with Guan Yu and Zhao Yun, Xue Rengui was much simpler, these cannonballs that rushed over were knocked away one by one by him with Fang Tian's halberd, and smashed into the Jin Army's formation, each blow could bring dozens of attrition.

"How can the Jin people have our cannons?" Zhao Heng saw this scene and turned around to reprimand the ministers behind him.

"Your Majesty, the imperial court was going to hold a military parade, so some of the cannons were transported outside the city, and then these cannons were taken away by the Jin soldiers. A minister stood up and said cautiously.

Zhao Heng's face changed, and he said angrily: "Are you talking about the batch of cannons in Liujia Temple? Didn't you already ask you to transport these cannons back?"

The ministers bowed their heads and did not speak.

According to the planning of the imperial court, a big military parade was originally to be held in the autumn, and the place of the parade was in Liujia Temple, five miles northeast of the city, so Zhao Heng sent people to Liujia Temple to transport a large number of cannons to be used in the parade.

But then the Jin army came, and the parade naturally could not be held, and various departments of the imperial court began to quarrel over who should be responsible for these cannons. Since it was a cannon, it should be the responsibility of the Ministry of War, but the Ministry of War said that the cannon belonged to the Privy Council and should be transported into the city by the Privy Council. The Privy Council also said, "The cannon does not belong to me, but it belongs to itself." It turned out that these cannons were not transported by the outer court, but by a yamen belonging to the inner court called the ordnance supervisor;

The ministers disputed endlessly, wasted time in vain, and finally let the capital in charge of guarding the palace collect the cannons, and then the capital was pushed to the driving department under the military department, and the driving department was pushed to the treasury department that also belonged to the military department, and the treasury department had not had time to shirk, the Jin people had already arrived in the city, and then the five hundred cannons were changed to Jin.

After listening to these ministers, Zhao Heng's face turned red with anger, and Guo Jing on the side also felt that he had seen a lot, although he already knew from the history books of later generations that the Great Song Dynasty was not angry, but he never imagined that such a thing could happen.

Guo Jing whispered in Zhao Heng's ear: "Ahem, Your Majesty, this matter Weichen feels that it must be dealt with seriously, and he can't let those immortals see my Da Song jokes." ”

Zhao Heng took a deep look at the three people below who were like gods and demons, and secretly made up his mind in his heart, after this battle, he would investigate the official system, and he would also become an immortal!

As for Zhao Ji, Zhao Heng glanced at him lightly, and the shadow that had been left in his heart was completely gone.

Thousands of years later, I am still an immortal, and Zhao Ji will always be just a mortal.