MM Racing Chapter 12 The World Alliance!
Chapter 12 The World Alliance!
That year, the world seemed peaceful and undisturbed.
The Mongols returned to the north, and there was no major war between the Jin and Song dynasties.
However, the upheavals happening all over the world were already setting the stage for the coming storm.
A storm is brewing in Shandong! That young prince, the little prince who intimidates all heroes.
The news that they were not Jurchens, but Han Chinese, shocked everyone.
Some were sad, some were happy, and some had mixed feelings.
Yelü Chucai recalled his past conversations with Yang Kang and suddenly realized that Yang Kang's actions seemed to have been anticipated, and he was not as innocent and ignorant as rumored.
Yang An'er and the others were overjoyed and no longer held back.
The idea of seeking refuge with a Jurchen prince still evoked some resentment in them.
Even though Yang Kang quelled the situation with his personal charm and martial prowess, there was still a barrier between him and Yang An'er and the others.
But now, that barrier is gone, and they can offer their loyalty to Yang Kang without reservation.
Yelü Chucai had made all the arrangements well in advance and was personally waiting outside the city for Yang Kang and his party to return.
Beside him, Yang An'er, Li Quan, and others eagerly awaited his arrival.
Behind Yang An'er, Yang Miaozhen, dressed in red, led the golden crow horse, her eyes also burning as she gazed into the distance.
Amidst the expectant gazes of countless people, Yang Kang rode an ordinary white horse, arriving alongside Wanyan Chenheshang at the gates of Yidu Prefecture.
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the carriage behind them was guarded by the Ironclad Guards.
Inside the carriage were Yang Tiexin, Bao Xiruo, Mu Nianci and her daughter, and Wang Chuyi, who had followed Yang Kang all the way without explanation.
Yang Tiexin said with emotion.
"I never imagined that Kang'er, who has reverted to his Han identity and is no longer the little prince of the Jurchens, would have so many brave men willing to follow him."
Then, Yang Tiexin said with deep emotion.
"If Kang'er can lead these righteous men to surrender Shandong to the Song Dynasty, then the court can launch another northern expedition. With the two forces working together, we might be able to restore our Han Dynasty's territory in one fell swoop."
His tone carried a strange expectation.
Wang Chuyi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked at Yang Tiexin with a strange gaze, as if he were looking at an idiot.
"Master Yang, it would be best if you didn't mention these things to Kang'er in the future."
Wang Chuyi sighed inwardly and earnestly advised Yang Tiexin.
Yang Tiexin was puzzled and was about to ask when the group had already arrived at the city gate of Yidu Prefecture.
At Yang Kang's command, the troops came to a halt.
Yang Tiexin, Bao Xiruo, and the others had no choice but to stop talking, lift the carriage curtain, and secretly observe the outside.
Yang Kang, with a calm expression, rode alone to Yelü Chucai and the others.
He glanced at Yelü Chucai with a smile, then his gaze lingered on Yang An'er and the other two without expression.
Yang An'er, Liu Erzu, and Li Quan hurriedly came to Yang Kang's horse, knelt down on one knee, and shouted in unison.
"My lord!"
Yang Kang repeated with a slightly mocking tone.
"My lord?"
He then said something meaningful.
"Before I returned to Zhongdu, I never heard you call me that. And now, Wanyan Kang is no more, and the Yang Kang in front of you is nothing more than a commoner and a martial arts practitioner."
"You are now generals, yet you serve me as your master. What is your intention?"
Yang An'er immediately broke out in a cold sweat; he hadn't expected Yang Kang to react this way.
He immediately knelt down on both knees, prostrated himself on the ground, looked up at Yang Kang on the saddle, and cried out in panic:
"My lord! The world is in turmoil. The men of Han have suffered from the oppression of foreign tribes and the humiliation of corrupt officials. Only Your Majesty's grace can restore peace to the world and bring tranquility to the people."
"It is because the three of us were blind and did not recognize the Lord's divine favor."
"From this day forward, the entire Red Turban Army will follow our master's lead without hesitation, and will never waver in our loyalty, even at the cost of our lives!"
"We hope that our lord will not be angry or abandon us, otherwise if the Jurchens invade Shandong again, we will surely die without a burial place."
"We beseech Your Majesty to have mercy and understand our situation!"
Yang Kang stood calmly, even with a hint of arrogance, on his horse, looking at Yang An'er and the other two kneeling on the ground with a scrutinizing, authoritative, and even slightly angry gaze.
He could certainly understand the hatred these people who had suffered under the oppression of the Jurchens felt for their Jurchen identity, and he could also understand their ecstatic joy upon discovering that they were Han Chinese, like drowning people grasping at straws.
But understanding doesn't mean he readily accepts this conditional loyalty.
Ultimately, this is an impure form of loyalty. Loyalty that is not absolute is, in effect, absolute disloyalty!
Yang Kang's words, amplified by his internal energy, reverberated and spread.
Before the city gates of Yidu Prefecture, the atmosphere suddenly plummeted to freezing point, echoing in the ears of Yang An'er and the Red Coat Army soldiers.
The Red Coat Army, which had been full of expectations, was suddenly plunged into a state of panic.
They suddenly realized that Yang Kang might indeed have a destiny, but that didn't mean that this destiny necessarily required their loyalty.
Yang Kang scanned the entire scene, his gaze lingering briefly on Yang Miaozhen, noticing that she had picked up the pear blossom spear again.
"Jinqing, with what you've done today, you can no longer serve as an official in the Jin Kingdom!"
Yang Kang's gaze finally settled on Yelü Chucai, and he spoke with a slightly joking tone.
"May we be the Lord's henchmen, helping Him accomplish His great work!"
Yelü Chucai bowed and spoke calmly.
Yang Kang, with a serious expression, quickly dismounted and helped Yelü Chucai up.
"People say I am a reincarnation of Xiang Yu. Are you not afraid of repeating the mistakes of Ya Fu and Fan Zeng?"
Yang Kang looked at Yelü Chucai with emotion and asked.
In his words, he compared himself to Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King, and Yelü Chucai to Fan Zeng, the strategist.
Yelü Chucai was slightly taken aback, not expecting his proud and arrogant boss to speak so highly of him.
"Without a wise and sagacious ruler like Emperor Gaozu of Han, the Hegemon-King should naturally rule the world and create a new golden age!"
Yelü Chucai said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Yang Kang burst into laughter.
"The world!!!"
"What a wonderful world!"
"I intend to establish the World Society here, to gather heroes from all directions, regardless of their origin, ethnicity, or gender!"
"Anyone who wishes to contribute to the world may become my disciple."
"Please, sir, lend me a hand!"
As Yang Kang spoke, he also bowed to Yelü Chucai.
"I am willing to serve my lord like a dog or a horse!"
Yelü Chucai hurriedly made a promise.
With the relationship between the emperor and his subjects settled, Yang Kang led his horse, laughing loudly, and headed towards Yizhou Prefecture. Wanyan Chenheshang and the others quickly followed in their carriages.
Only Yang An'er and the others remained kneeling outside the city, their minds in turmoil.
"What should we do? The Lord won't accept us!"
"It's all your fault. The emperor of the Song Dynasty abandoned us in the Jin Kingdom for a hundred years and didn't care about us. Yet you still insist on making a fuss about it."
"Now look what's happened! Even the true chosen ones of the Han dynasty don't want us anymore!"
With a sob in her voice, Yang An'er complained to the two people beside her.
"Don't you always lament why the young prince isn't Han Chinese?"
Li Quan and Liu Erzu were speechless.
The three looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.
Yang Miaozhen suddenly spurred her horse forward and looked at the three of them, speaking loudly.
"Just now Yang Kang said that he wanted to establish the World Society."
"We welcome heroes from all corners of the land, regardless of their background, ethnicity, or gender!"
"Do the three brothers all consider themselves no heroes of our time?"