Yan Fei turned his head and looked at Tang Ke who was falling freely below through the porthole. His heart was as cool as he ran a 10,000-meter long run outside in the hot sunlight in the dog days, and his heart was as cool as he filled a whole bottle of large cans of iced Sprite in one breath.

The sky has eyes, and finally the evil people have received evil retribution.

After calculating gravity acceleration and air resistance, the speed of a person falling from a high altitude is about 200 kilometers per hour. Even if the official uniform worn by Tang Ke is relatively large, it is useless. He will have more than ten to twenty seconds to experience the tension and stimulation of flying at high altitude.

However, Yan Fei did not equip Tang Ke with a parachute, and he didn't know what a parachute was. After passing by others, it was not long for more than ten seconds, but Tang Ke felt that it was even like a century, Tang Ke who fell from a height of 1,000 meters would be smashed into a pool of mud. He was really invisible to even see his personal figure.

The horror and despair during this period are enough to make anyone collapse.

"Ah~~~" A shrill scream came, but it was not Tang Ke's, but Zhao Ji who had already collapsed on the seat.

He saw Tang Ke staggering with his own eyes and then leaned back and fell directly from the cabin door. He looked through the side of the cabin door and saw Tang Ke's body gradually shrinking and falling rapidly towards the ground. What will happen next? You can even know if you think about it.

Zhao Ji was so scared that he vomited blood. His face was so scared that he was as pale as snow and his whole body was like epilepsy and trembling.

"It seems that the Prime Minister has no good fortune." Yan Fei in the cockpit smiled and broadcasted the rear cabin. "What a pity, I was quite optimistic about him. Your Majesty, let's continue to go up?"

"Let me go back! Let me go back!!!" Zhao Ji, who was originally determined to go to heaven to see the South Gate, was now like crazy, dancing in the wind with tears and snot. He cried and howled, asking Yan Fei to let him go back. If Yan Fei hadn't buckled his seat belt very solidly, Zhao Ji, who was struggling desperately, would have fallen down by himself.

"OK." Yan Fei shrugged his shoulders indifferently and controlled the female deer to slowly descend.

When the female deer fell back to the ground teaching ground, through the porthole, you can see a crowded near a building in the distance, and one side of the building collapsed directly and was covered with blood-colored marks.

Tang Ke probably couldn't even take back his entire body this time.

"All those who shut down are here!" After the manic sound of the propeller subsided, Yan Fei walked down the female deer and shouted to the trembling eunuchs in the distance, "The Supreme Emperor fainted, come and send him back to the palace!"

Zhao Ji was really fainted. As Emperor Taiping, he would not have any ability to bear it. This time, the sky circle and Tang Ke's high-altitude falling objects performance directly exceeded his ability to bear it. In addition, there was a lot of cold wind in the sky, and before he could land, the person completely fainted.

Zhao Ji, who was foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes, was carried away by a group of eunuchs, and rushed to the palace to find the imperial doctor to treat him.

Yan Fei was not worried that he would be scared to death. The emperor was very heartbroken. In history, he was captured by the Jurchens and went to Wuguo City to perform monkey shows for all day long. Not only did he not die, he also gave birth to a series of children in one breath.

Of course, many of these children were raised for others. Zhao Ji's concubines were tired of playing with their belly and threw them to him. He didn't mind continuing to play and helped the Jurchens raise children. With such an open-minded mentality, he would not be scared to death easily.

Almost all people in Bianliang City saw helicopters flying into the sky and falling down, and various rumors spread wildly. And those who were near the military camp saw all this more intuitively, and their mentality was also extremely complicated.

When Song Qinzong Zhao Heng learned that his important minister Tang Ke accidentally fell from the sky and could not even collect the body, he cried and beat his chest and stamped his feet as if his parents were dead.

When he saw Zhao Ji unconscious and was sent back to the palace, his face, which was still crying, suddenly turned into a look of surprise and fear. He reluctantly smiled at Yan Fei and hurriedly followed him back to the palace.

Zhao Heng has been cowardly all his life, especially in front of Zhao Ji. In his eyes, Zhao Ji is a mountain pressing on him. Although he dared not resist, he always thought about what Zhao Ji died. Now he has no time to care about Tang Ke, and returning to the palace as soon as possible is the most important thing.

After witnessing the helicopter flying with his own eyes, the other ministers were already convinced of Yan Fei's identity. They all wanted to post to please him. Unfortunately, in Yan Fei's eyes, these people were dead people who were about to lie in the coffin, so they naturally would not waste time on them.

The soldiers around were ecstatic, and there was nothing more than following a god and encouraging morale. Everyone looked at Yan Fei with unconcealed worship. Especially the barbarian auxiliary soldiers in the northern land, all knelt down and gave great gifts to Yan Fei. This time they really saw the real god, and they could see it with their own eyes without the shamans dancing to the great god.

Now Yan Fei doesn't have to worry about his army being pulled away, and all the soldiers' eyes were almost turning into little stars when they looked at him.

"Master." Yue Fei walked over with a confused expression, looking at the man in front of him for a moment, and didn't know what to say.

"Don't be polite to me." Yan Fei smiled and waved his hand. "If we have a relationship, just call me my name."

"No." Yue Fei shook his head vigorously, "There is a difference between superiority and inferiority, how can you do it nonsense?"

Yue Fei is a traditional warrior, and he is loyal to the country and abides by various moral norms. Even though he knows that Yan Fei has always looked at him differently, he never thought of doing anything with this. Just like in history, the Yue family army has been invincible in the world, but when he knows that he is about to be killed unjustly, he still did not think of raising a rebellion, but went to death calmly.

"You." Yan Fei shook his head helplessly, "Forget it."

"Zihou." Among the ministers of the Song Dynasty, except Yue Fei, who had no change in his attitude towards Yan Fei, was the only one left. The old man hurried over and looked at the huge female deer helicopter with joy, and even reached out to touch the thick and cold armor. "Why didn't you take it out earlier with this magical artifact? Can this thing kill the golden dog?"

"It can kill people, and it's very powerful." Yan Fei nodded and responded, "But the endurance is limited, so it's impossible to kill more than 100,000 people."

"That's good." Zong Ze turned his head and stared at Yan Fei with bright eyes. "Can Zihou go and catch all the heads of the Golden Dog?"

"It can be done, but it cannot." Yan Fei explained, "This is the territory of the Song Dynasty. Once all the Jurchen leaders are killed, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers will inevitably flee in scattered. After losing the organization and discipline, they will no longer be troops but bandits. Any place they pass by will turn into hell on earth, and countless people will die under the swords of these defeated soldiers. Can you ensure that all of these defeated soldiers are strangled as soon as possible?"

The beheading tactic can be done but cannot be used, because more than 100,000 defeated soldiers will bring endless killings on the land of the Song Dynasty. However, the Song Dynasty did not have the ability to strangle the defeated soldiers in a short period of time. This is not worth the loss.

Zong Ze looked annoyed. He clearly had a magic weapon but could not use it. The anger in his heart was conceivable.

"Although you can't kill all the leaders of those Jurchens at once, it's okay to say hello." Yan Fei smiled and raised his hand to pat the cold metal armor. "When I'll go to Wanyan Zonghan after dinner in the evening. I'll fight with the Eastern Army along the way, so I can't be more favorable than the other."

"Your Majesty, I have no other advantages, it's real." Yan Fei came here alone to visit Song Qinzong Zhao Heng in the imperial study of the palace. "I know your Majesty's thoughts. As long as your Majesty can help me do a few things, I can fulfill Your Majesty's wishes."

At this time, the entire palace was focused on Zhao Ji, who was being rescued by the imperial doctor. It is said that the cold evil entered the body in a critical situation. Originally, Zhao Heng was discussing with his confidants in the imperial study about how they would take power if Zhao Ji was really finished. However, unexpectedly, Yan Fei actually came to visit and drove everyone out to have a secret conversation with Zhao Heng.

"Mr. Yan, I don't know what you are talking about." Zhao Heng's personality is cowardly. Even if Yan Fei rushed in and drove everyone away and left him alone, he didn't dare to say anything. Of course, it was also related to the power displayed by Yan Fei. Zhao Heng really regarded Yan Fei as a god in his heart.

"What big-tailed wolf is pretending to be in front of me?" Yan Fei sat directly on the desk covered with a bright yellow tablecloth. "You just thought that you could travel the world early, so that you could be a real emperor."

"No, no!" Zhao Heng's face was pale, and he stood up from the imperial throne shakingly, waved his hands repeatedly. "How can Mr. Yan say such words without a king or a father? I have never thought this way."

"I said, don't pretend to be your little thoughts in front of me. I know your thoughts very well." Yan Fei sneered at Zhao Heng with a panic-looking face. "As long as you can do a few things for me, I can guarantee you that your father will travel the west within a year at most. If you are foolish with me again, will I send you to heaven and believe it now?"

Zhao Heng remained silent, obviously struggling in his heart. In fact, his mind was known throughout the world. After all, no matter who is an emperor, it is impossible for him to like a Supreme Emperor squatting on his head. This will not change because of whether his personality is cowardly.

But Zhao Heng didn't know what Yan Fei wanted to do, so he really didn't dare to agree randomly. It would be better to stay away from such people with great powers. Moreover, Zhao Ji might die at any time now. If he really agreed, wouldn't he lose a lot?

"I've already visited your father before coming here." Yan Fei smiled indifferently. "Your father is fine and has gradually recovered. After a few days of cultivation, nothing will happen."

Song Huizong cannot die yet, and he is of great use to Yan Fei. So Yan Fei went over to see it before, and if there is really any problem, he will have to rescue him.

But in fact, Zhao Ji was just simply scared. As long as he was not scared to death on the spot, he could recover by just a period of cultivation. So Zhao Ji was no longer in trouble at this time.

Zhao Heng's face turned pale, and a hint of regret and anger appeared on his face.

Yan Fei smiled and stepped forward and asked softly, "What do you think of my suggestion?"

"Okay." A flash of madness flashed through Zhao Heng's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and nodded. "As long as he can let his father travel west, I can do anything."
Chapter completed!