The cavalry array was far less neat than the infantry phalanx, but the fierce momentum, as if they had just come out of the Shura field, was even more terrifying.
The people on both sides of the street all fell silent. Some were dumbfounded, some bowed their heads and saluted, and some were trembling.
The child riding on the shoulders of his father and grandfather stopped making noises, or hugged his father's forehead tightly, or pulled his father's hair bun. Shock, admiration, and longing appeared in his innocent and clear eyes...
The idle scoundrels did not dare to crowd around anymore. The hands that reached out to the young lady's waist and hips were retracted as if they were being pricked by needles, and the purse they had just touched was quietly returned to its original owner.
The vendors also forgot to hawk, and stood there in various strange postures, dumbfounded.
The faces of all kinds of Tibetan people were full of surprise and confusion. Their impressions of the country at their feet include some being rich, some being elegant, some being filled with flowers, some being brightly lit, and some being enthusiastic, but they have never seen such a golden horse and a forest of steel. .
There was also silence in the high attic. Compared with ordinary people, these gentry, wealthy businessmen and dandy officials were more knowledgeable.
They have seen the Xiang army who looked like beggars and servants, the lax and tired garrisoned Forbidden Army with philistine looks on their faces, the imperial Forbidden Army that was superficial and looked like silver pewter spearheads, they had also seen some who were indifferent and passive, some who were gangsters and vulgar, Some are submissive, or some are gloomy and gloomy border troops.
After hundreds of years of using culture to control military force, the Song Dynasty's army seemed to have its backbone removed. Without pride and self-confidence, it was naturally much lower in front of the literati.
But the army in front of them is stern and flamboyant, determined and proud, brave and energetic, showing its iron blood and majesty to the world without any scruples, as if a peerless sword has been unsheathed and its edge is revealed.
It seems that as long as they give an order, they can immediately launch a desperate charge towards any target, destroying all obstacles on the way, killing gods and Buddhas!
Such a majestic and arrogant attitude clearly pierced the eyes of these superior people, making them confused and even more frightened.
All the criticism, dissatisfaction, contempt, hatred, and contempt they had for King Yan before were put away at this moment, and their eyes were full of caution and respect.
The ladies who were leaning on the railings and displaying flowers by the windows had forgotten their charming smiles, their ostentation, their pretense of reserve, their comparisons and showing off. They all stood there blankly, staring blankly into the street.
The most mellow masculine energy in the world rushed towards them like an overwhelming force, drowning and infiltrating them.
Layers of goosebumps aroused on their bodies, their cheeks felt hot, their whole body felt numb, and their legs became softer and softer.
Normally, they still find those with oily hair, pink faces, femininity, cuteness, and beautiful vaginas to be eye-catching and heart-stirring. Only at this moment do they realize what a real man is.
For a moment, the world seemed to freeze, all the noise receded, leaving only steps like drums, rolling iron hooves, and clanging armor leaves.
When the long cavalry formation occupies all the field of vision, like stars holding the moon, a proud and upright figure stands out in the center of the cavalry formation.
The shiny black mount is a head taller than all the horses around it. Its thick mane is undulating, exuding the aura of a king.
The young man sitting astride the horse was wearing heavy gilt armor, his back was as straight as a spear, and his cloak was like a ball of fire. He did not wear a hood on his head, but tied it into a ponytail with a golden ribbon, looking casual and free.
His face is as sharp as a knife, he is both heroic and handsome, his complexion is slightly bronze but seems to be glowing, his eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are like stars, and there is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He is calm and calm, with a kind of The calmness of having everything in the world at your fingertips.
His Highness King Yan!
This is His Highness King Yan!
This is the crown prince of the Song Dynasty, the future ruler of the empire!
A clear and unmistakable cognition bursts into everyone's mind. No label or introduction is needed. Although they have never met, everyone is sure that they will never admit their mistake.
"Greetings to Your Highness, may you be blessed!"
The crowd was like a wave, all bowing to salute and shouting worship, even the gentry and wealthy people hiding in the pavilions followed suit.
At this moment, everyone surrendered to their king, King Yan, regardless of whether they were willing or not!
Looking at this scene, the smile on the corner of Zhao Mengqi's mouth became much more obvious. He raised his palms and said loudly, "No courtesy, stay flat!"
Today's atmosphere was not deliberately created by him, otherwise how could it be such a pomp and circumstance.
However, in the presence of everyone's attention, the hundreds of sergeants under his command subconsciously worked up their spirits and presented the results of their hard training in the highest possible manner.
Coupled with their successive victories on the battlefield, it was when morale was at its highest and when they were most proud, that invincible temperament was naturally revealed, so it had the most powerful impact.
Although it was unintentional, Zhao Mengqi was still satisfied with the effect.
Such an appearance undoubtedly left an indelible impression on the people of Quanzhou and gave them the most intuitive and profound understanding of King Yan.
The strong force displayed can also deter many people with evil intentions, making it easier for Zhao Mengqi to implement administrative orders in Quanzhou in the future.
Uncle Xie Fang and others were driving about ten feet behind the cavalry formation. They were filled with emotion when they saw this scene.
"Your Highness is like the rising sun, its rays of light cannot be blocked by anyone. Any force that wants to hinder the revival of the Song Dynasty is just a mantis in front of Your Highness!"
Uncle Xie Fang murmured, feeling extremely grateful for his original choice.
Zhao Jujing exclaimed, "This is the person who is truly enthroned by heaven. Although Heyun is a bit beautiful, he is as bright as a firefly compared to the bright moon. In the past, he was unwilling to accept Heyun's failure to win the election of the prince, but now he understands that his family is Yelang is arrogant."
The inheritance of the throne has always had its own rules, and as a distant branch of the clan, you will definitely not aspire to it.
But last year, there was an unprecedented idea of selecting talents to replace the heir apparent, which made many clans interested, and Zhao Jujing was naturally among them.
His grandson is considered outstanding among the young people of the entire Song Dynasty, not to mention being in the clan. If he is chosen fairly, I can’t say that he is a sure shot, but he has a great chance, and with his own financial support , that is really expected to dominate the world.
So after that incident ended, Zhao Jujing was depressed for a long time, always thinking that there was a lot of shady secrets in it, and that the Zhao Guan family was too biased towards his own nephew.
King Yan also forcibly detained the clan members under his control, which made Zhao Jujing even more angry. He tried many times to rescue Zhao Heyun back to Quanzhou.
Although Zhao Heyun later wrote back and said that he was willing to be loyal to King Yan, Zhao Jujing always disagreed.
Today, he had to admit that his grandson did not lose unjustly, and his time was not wasted if he could follow King Yan to achieve a great cause.
Zhao Xihan, who was driving a broken donkey cart in the convoy, was also excited, "It's been such a majestic time for the children of the Zhao family! I will definitely be happy that Taizu is alive..."
Since the sound of the ax and the shadow of the candle, the imperial line of the Zhao family has transferred from the Taizu line to the Taizong line. As a result, after Jingkang, all the Taizong bloodlines were wiped out, leaving only Zhao Jiumei to establish the Southern Song Dynasty.
On the contrary, the Xiwai Sect and Nanwai Sect, descendants of Taizu and other brothers, were not in Bianjing, so they escaped this disaster and were relatively intact.
Then Zhao Jiumei lost her fertility, and Taizong's line of heirs was extinct, so she had to choose someone from the descendants of Taizu to inherit the country.
Of course, from a patriarchal perspective, the Tian family's imperial line is still in Taizong, but in fact it has completely returned to the hands of Taizu's lineage. Sometimes things in this world are so paradoxical.
The team slowly walked north, and the sound of paying homage to King Yan kept roaring.
After King Yan passed by, people gradually woke up and regained the ability to think.
"Oops! When I visited the shrine just now, I forgot to pray to His Highness, asking him to bless me and make me rich..."
"Guo Si, the straight-faced thief, I'm afraid you have fallen into the eyes of money. Even if His Highness is really the reincarnation of Marshal Zhaogong, he has thousands of miles of land on his shoulders. He has no time to care about whether you, a common man, want to get rich."
"I heard that Marshal Zhao has eight powerful generals, six poisonous gods, five thunder gods, five rampant soldiers, twenty-eight generals, etc. under his command. Today, seeing the clouds of warriors around His Highness, I know that I am honest and not deceived... "
As for the common people, although their thoughts are nonsense, they are also simple.
The "insightful people" in the attic were very complicated. Such an army and such King Yan were beyond their understanding.
"How dare he show his body in such a thorny manner? Isn't he afraid of being assassinated at all?"
"Yes, although there were basically no assassinations or assassinations of kings in our dynasty before, King Yan himself has suffered real disasters. Why isn't he afraid?"
"In Quanzhou, although the rebel army has been defeated, there must still be countless people hiding in the city who want to kill him. He doesn't even do anything to police, but he walks through the city with such arrogance... Who gave him the courage?"
"Haha, under the mighty power of King Yan, there are assassins lurking. I'm afraid they are too scared to act rashly."
"It stands to reason that even if King Yan is not worried about his own safety, Prime Minister Xie and others will definitely dissuade him, but the fact is... It can only be said that King Yan is extremely stubborn and strong, and no one can stop him from doing what he wants to do. From now on, Quanzhou will Even the Fujian Road is decided by his words. I think if we people want to live longer, it is best not to disobey him, or at least stay away..."
"Hide? Where can we hide? Our family property and foundation are all here. Even if we leave Fujian, and he inherits the throne, there will be other places that he does not have the final say. Is it possible that we can still go to the Tatar territory? "
"Hey... let's see how he handles this chaos in central Fujian, and also see what plans he has for the layout of Quanzhou. If it really doesn't work out, we can go to the Nanyang countries at worst."
"Not to mention other things, the Jingjie is definitely inevitable. I don't know how much of my family's thousands of acres of land can be saved..."
When long sighs were heard in each attic, there were some people who wielded bows and crossbows hiding in some places that were slightly far away from the street and appeared to be relatively secluded.
These people stared nervously at the figure in the center of the cavalry, but they did not dare to make any move.
First of all, they were not confident that they could accurately shoot King Yan. After all, although he was exposed, he was surrounded by soldiers and was still moving.
Even if it hits, it's hard to penetrate the armor, unless the shit hits the head...
The most important thing was that the momentum displayed by King Yan made them feel fearful and hesitant.
King Yan is not a fool. If he dares to show up, he must have something to do.
After just a moment of hesitation, they missed the best opportunity to assassinate and could only give up.
