Going overseas is a fashionable word in the modern world, which means traveling abroad or studying abroad. However, during the Northern Song Dynasty, this was an absolute journey to hell.

There are deadly diseases everywhere overseas, there are life-eating animals hiding in the forest, all kinds of strange poisonous insects and beasts everywhere, and there are ignorant and uncivilized primitive areas. It is even more uncomfortable to let them go overseas than to kill them.

But under the current situation, if you don’t want to go overseas, you will really die.

When Zhang Shuye informed the Qinglian Party members who were imprisoned in the Imperial City Prison, some of these people cried loudly, some of them were dull and ungod, and some of them were incontinence and squinting all over their bodies. Everyone fell into the greatest shock and despair like their parents died.

"Qingqing!" Fang Minde, whose eyes were as red as blood, rushed to the fence and reached out to Li Ruoshui in despair, "Save me, save me!"

Fang Minde and Li Ruoshui were Jinshi of the same class in the same year. In the eyes of these big headscarves, this is a channel for forming cliques and making personal gains. The relationship between the two is quite good. At this time, Fang Minde, who knew that he was in a desperate situation, grabbed the last straw after falling into the water, and desperately begged Li Ruoshui to help him.

He knew very clearly that the national master treated Li Ruoshui, Zhang Shuye, Zong Ze and others with different eyes. Although he was once very jealous of why Yan Fei didn't look at him with different eyes, at this time he just wanted to beg Li Ruoshui to save him.

"It's useless." Li Ruoshui closed his eyes and shook his head, his face full of pain. Being able to save these people's lives was already the greatest effort. As for other things, it was powerless. "The national teacher has made a decision, and no one can change it. If he is not exiled overseas, he will die."

The crying sounds in the prison were instantly paused. They either died or were exiled overseas. They had no choice but to know what to do at this time. Should they be glad that they had a way out of life, or were they crying and wailing for the upcoming miserable fate?

"Qingqing, if possible, can I let me go to Goryeo?" After a moment, when everyone was desperate, Fang Minde suddenly asked this question. It was also this sentence that made those desperate people ignite hope in an instant.

Overseas in this era were indeed a wild place, but Goryeo located on the Korean Peninsula and Japan across the sea were good choices. Although these two places are both remote and backward, at least the people there are good Chinese and have the most basic guarantees for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Especially in Japan, people there will even take the initiative to keep Han people who cross the sea to do business. Locals will take the initiative to send their wives and daughters to the Han people for the seeds, because in their opinion, Han people are of the noblest bloodline and they will use this method to improve their genes. If they know the word genes.

When exiled overseas, being able to go to Goryeo or Japan is inevitable.

Facing the many Qinglian Party members who were imprisoned in prison, Li Ruoshui sighed heavily, "The national master means to send you to overseas birthplaces to spread Confucian transactions and educate local indigenous peoples. The first stop is Zhenla."

Yan Fei’s original words are that you Confucianism always talk about the sages outside and the king of the inner world? Now I will give you an opportunity to be sages outside and send you Confucian children to the place where you live and spread Confucian teachings. Do it well, I’m optimistic about you.

Yan Fei also said that if Confucian children commit crimes in the future, everyone except the death penalty will be sent overseas to spread doctrines, and no one is the exception.

A few days later, Fang Minde and others were loaded into prison carriages and boarded through the canal to reach Jiankang City. Then they would go south to the distant Lingnan Guangzhou by land, and were sent from there to Zhenla, who only knew the name but did not know where the specific location was.

Regardless of whether they die in the hands of wind and waves or pirates, or disappear into the dense and hot rainforest, everyone will never have the chance to return to the Central Plains in their lives.

Yan Fei was indeed merciless. If he followed his usual way of handling the situation, he would use the most cruel means to solve the big turbans. However, this time these people did not leave any bad reputation in the history books, or perhaps they were too small to do something bad but were not qualified to be recorded. In addition to the face of Li Ruoshui and others, Yan Fei chose to be proud.

However, he also took this opportunity to make a rule. From then on, the big turbans committed crimes and were sent to the wilderness overseas except for execution. This was much more miserable than exile in Qiongzhou or something.

At least half of the people will die in the hands of shipwrecks and pirates halfway through the road. The remaining half who arrive in Southeast Asia will die half of the disease in the fastest and slowest one year of the day. As for those who survive by chance, they will become trophys forked on the fire under the attack of countless local natives.

When Yan Fei sent many big headscarves to the distant overseas in Bianliang City to accompany the Wild Life, in the Taiyuan Prefecture in the north, the army led by Yue Fei was ready to attack Xixia, the century-old enemy.

"Pengju." In the military camp outside Taiyuan Prefecture, Han Shizhong, with a loud voice, shouted and walked in, throwing a yellow sheep that was shot through the neck by a bow and arrow to the orderly soldier beside him, "I've beaten a yellow sheep, and I'll roast it together later."

Yue Fei, who was reviewing the documents, looked at Han Shizhong who was sitting aside drinking tea, smiled and shook his head before continuing to finish his work at his desk.

An army with a total force of nearly 100,000 was gathering near Taiyuan Prefecture. As the commander of such a large-scale army, Yue Fei had to deal with a lot of military affairs every day. From training to orchestration, from material supply to military-civilian relations with Taiyuan Prefecture, etc., he needed to make decisions.

As a commander, he is different from the kind of general who simply charges bravely. The latter only needs high martial arts skills and courage to be competent, but the former requires truly capable people to do it. At least in Han Shizhong's view, Yue Fei is a capable commander.

"Good minister." Yue Fei lowered his head and shouted Han Shizhong's words, "Don't be busy hunting all day long, if you have time to participate in military affairs management more. Didn't the national senators tell you when they left?"

Yue Fei is the commander of this army, while Han Shizhong is the deputy. When Yan Fei left Yanjing City, he specifically told Han Shizhong to learn more from Yue Fei and lay a solid foundation for being alone in the future.

"I can't be so busy with this." Han Shizhong responded with a silly smile, "It's better to work hard to Pengju."

Yue Fei knew Han Shizhong's thoughts. He knew that Han Shizhong did not have such carefree personality on the surface, but was just to make himself relieved and did not want to think that he wanted to seize power. Han Shizhong was a truly smart person, not what he showed on weekdays. That kind of careless and honest personality was just a disguise.

Yue Fei had no intention of accuse Han Shizhong of his actions. After a few persuasions, he continued to be busy with his military affairs.

"I have been here for so long, when will I take the attack?" After sitting for a while, Han Shizhong couldn't help but complain, "When will the order of the national teacher come."

A hundred thousand troops gathered in Taiyuan Prefecture, and they have been preparing various materials. A large amount of food, quilts, armor, shields, weapons, carts, oxen and horses, and the recruited civilians have been fully prepared. Now, just wait for Yan Fei's order to arrive and you can rush into the Western Xia.

Han Shizhong, who was born in the Western Army, had an irreconcilable feud with Xixia, just like all the soldiers of the Western Army. After all, the hatred between the two sides was simply overwhelmed by the waters of the three rivers and five seas and could not be washed away. Almost every household in the Western Army had a man who died at the hands of the Xixia people. In fact, Han Shizhong was the one who wanted to attack Xixia the most.

The Western Xia was built by the Dangxiang people. They betrayed the Song Dynasty and occupied the only horse-raising land in the Song Dynasty. They forced the Song Dynasty to become an army with infantry as the main force. At the same time, they also cut off the Silk Road. After the Han people in the Western Regions were cut off from the ties with the Central Plains, they were submerged under the impact of foreign races like mountains and seas.

Since the Han Dynasty, it took thousands of years to gradually take over the Western Regions, which were completely lost because of the rebellion of the Dangxiang people. Just from the Han people in the Western Regions who died tragically at the hands of foreign races, Yan Fei could not let them go.

"Don't be impatient." Compared to Yang Zaixing, who is as hot as a flame, or Han Shizhong, who is always smiling, Yue Fei gives people the greatest impression of being steady, as steady as a mountain. This personality can infect soldiers and allow them to calmly persist in fighting even in the most dangerous situation. "As a soldier, it is to obey orders. Since the national teacher asks us to wait again, then wait."

Han Shizhong grinned, and was about to fabricate the yellow sheep he had hunted, the order Yan Fei sent from Bianliang City finally arrived.

The person who came was an angel, an eunuch. He brought the imperial edict from the current empress to let Yue Fei command the army to attack Xixia. Although it was an imperial edict, everyone knew that this was actually what Yan Fei meant.

Soon, the huge military camp outside Taiyuan Prefecture began to move. A large number of soldiers were in line and began to move west under the command of the generals. More civilians drove ox, horse and carriages filled with various supplies and followed the army westward.

When a roar like a monster sounded, the soldiers around him cheered, because these were the heavy truck convoys with steel bodies operating.

These trucks with steel bodies gave the soldiers great courage, and they believed that no enemy could resist such powerful forces.

Unlike Yan Fei, after taking over the army, Yue Wumu did not treat those heavy trucks as carriers, but regarded them as powerful as attack forces. After adding thick steel plates to the body, these trucks with strong defensive power and terrifying mobility will become nightmare for any enemy.

Yan Fei expressed strong support for Yue Wumu's wonderful ideas. Not only did he bring him many parts and fuel, he even went back to the modern world and transported him fifty trucks from the warehouse, increasing the number of trucks in his hand to as many as 400.
Chapter completed!