The emperor's death was not concealed after all, and this news was like a straw that crushed the camel's camel, adding a fierce note to the Great Song Kingdom, which was already about to collapse.

As if a drop of water fell into the boiling oil, the Great Song Kingdom exploded. The rebel armies in various places continued to grow, and the princes in various places finally couldn't help but show their hideous fangs to the throne of the Great Song Kingdom.

Under the banner of protecting the only bloodline of the royal family, the princes of the Eighth Route led their troops into Beijing from all over the country. The refugees who had been suffering from the Great Song Dynasty for a long time rose up one after another, and the princely general Xiangning had a kind of shout! It was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the death of the emperor suddenly gave the rebels everywhere a feeling that the destiny of heaven had returned and the fortunes of the Great Song Dynasty were about to be destroyed.

This is simply a surging tide, the earth is full of flames, and the troubled times have completely arrived!

In the face of the people who revolted one after another, Yu Yuan was anxious, although he had the intention to kill the thief, but he was powerless to return to the sky.

Now the rebel army is like a bamboo, occupying most of Qingzhou, Yu Yuan can only suppress the rebel army in Yanchuan County, but Qingzhou has been suffering for a long time, and under all kinds of pressure and temptation, it quickly swept Qingzhou. Qingzhou and Bingzhou are adjacent to each other, so Bingzhou also has a sense of depression that is about to come.

Moreover, the three largest rebel armies absorbed other scattered small rebel armies, becoming a three-kingdom situation. Slowly began to invade other states around it.

The state bore the brunt, and heard that the number of rebels was claimed to be 300,000 soldiers, and the number continued to increase in just two months. There are only tens of thousands of garrisons in the prefectures, and now they have to scatter a few places to protect the counties, and the number of people is far from enough. Conscription began in various parts of the nine counties of Bingzhou, and one by one the young and strong militia were taken away as soldiers.

These militiamen are busy farming and training in their spare time. Although they did not have the strength of regular soldiers, they were able to go into battle with only a little training. After one or two wars, those who survive can be counted as elites, and they should be of great use.

"What, you want to form a rebel army?" Song Wen said to Pan Hao in shock.

"You are a boy who eats and drinks, do you want to die?" Song Wen glared at Pan Hao angrily, after all, this child has never seen the cruelty of war, the cruelty of rivers of blood and mountains of bones, and this is something that a rich man with fine clothes and food can understand!

"I'm here for a while, but whether I can restore the glory of my ancestors is waiting for this opportunity!" Pan Hao said with a calm expression and gloomy eyes.

"Men should fight on the battlefield and make immortal achievements! I want our Song family to rise again in my hands!" Pan Hao looked at Song Wen with a clear look.

"Impossible, I don't agree, you have been weak and sick since you were a child, and you are not the material to be a soldier at all! I'm afraid that before you have made any achievements, you will become cannon fodder on the battlefield!"

"Father, you underestimate me too much!" Pan Hao's body shook, his right foot shook, clicked, and the big green brick under his feet instantly shattered into dozens of pieces.

Song Wen looked at Pan Hao incredulously, this is still his own son, when did he learn this martial art.

"When did you learn this martial art?" Song Wen said in disbelief.

"I don't know what to do, it's just that between my sleep, I am granted by gods and men, saying that I will become a great weapon in the future!" Pan Hao naturally did not confess, and stared at Song Wen seriously and said.

"But there are too many unforeseen things on the battlefield. Song Wen's eyes showed a trace of memory, and then sighed: "There is also a way to behave in the world." ”

"Father, the young eagle will finally leave the arms of the mother eagle one day, and the eagle will strike the sky. If I can't spread my wings and fly high, even if I die on the battlefield, I have no regrets, and men should have ambitions and make achievements. Pan Hao's voice was sonorous and powerful, his eyes were shining, his posture was proud, and he had a fearless spirit.

Song Wen's eyes flashed, and a sense of déjà vu appeared as he looked at Pan Hao, who was standing proudly, "Okay, my father can let you go, if you can convince the righteous people who have been recruited, my father will help you on a journey!"

"Okay!

......

He also sent the people as soldiers, and every seven households sent out one man to prepare their own battles, which was called the righteous army.

The righteous army has existed since ancient times, and there are many members of the righteous army under the founding Taizu of the Great Song Dynasty, and later followed Taizu to conquer the world, and established the foundation of the Great Song Dynasty, and even many feudal marquis worship generals, until now there are several princes of the opposite sex who have also been inherited back then.

Pan Hao sneered in his heart, how could he be limited to the prince! If he is not a true dragon, how can Dige be established.

sent a message to recruit the rebels, and issued a threat that whoever can overpower himself by force will be rewarded with a thousand taels. There was a flood of applicants in an instant, and everyone knew that Song Yu was a son-in-law who opened his mouth from a young age with brocade clothes, food, and clothes, and food. Suddenly risking the idea that he would be a fool if he didn't come, and if he said it, he would lose, and the salary of the rebel army promised by Pan Hao was still a little better than that of the country's recruitment. If you make another meritorious service to the enemy, maybe you will be able to glorify your ancestors in the future!

In an open courtyard, there was a crowd gathered around the door.

"Song Gongzi, I don't know how Lu Dao can be regarded as a higher force than you!" A tall man stood up and looked at Pan Hao, who was dressed in a bookish air, with a slight disdain.

"You can see the two stone lions in front of my door. Pan Hao pointed to the tall lion in front of the door, which was more than a chapter tall and had a majestic face.

"See, I don't know what Lu Dao has to do with this?" the man and the others were puzzled.

"Lift up the stone lion, and you will overcome me!"

"Poof, laughing to death, this boy can't be stupid, right?"

"Ridiculous! So Song Gongzi can you lift it?"

"Dare to tease me and wait, it's too much!"

Everyone made a noise, this stone lion seems to be more than 2,000 catties, and it is estimated that it took a lot of effort to transport it, and now it is actually necessary to lift it up alone, unless it has the legendary power to carry the tripod and pull the nine oxen upside down.

"Your son is really not kind enough, looking at your small body, brother, I may not be able to lift the stone lion, but it is still easy to shoot you away. A big man walked out of the crowd, his eyes revealing disdain and contempt.

"That's it, who doesn't know that you Song Yu has been a pampered boy since he was a child, ask us to lift the stone lion, you should lift it yourself!" A man with a strong figure and vulgar movements pointed at Pan Hao with a pig-killing knife and a sneering face.

"That's it, that's it!"

The crowd was noisy, and there was no shortage of good deeds since ancient times, and after a period of noise, it attracted more people.

"Drink!" a loud shout rang out, booming, and the huge stone lion slowly rose in the horrified eyes of everyone.

"Get out of the way!" A clear man's voice sounded, and the people next to him hurriedly retreated again and again, boom, with a loud bang, Pan Hao lifted the stone lion above his head and threw it forward. Suddenly, the mountains shook, and the stone bricks in front of the door were shattered and dusty.

"How!" Pan Hao clapped his hands, raised his head and smiled at everyone.

At this time, everyone was already dumbfounded, as if looking at a monster, looking at Pan Hao.