In Zhao Huan's memory, the Northern Song Dynasty was prone to the Yellow River for three generations, and the affected areas were all in Hebei in the lower reaches of the Yellow River.

The three generations of death caused the important towns in Hebei to completely decline. During the Zhenzong era, there were 100,000 soldiers in Hebei. By the time of Zhao Ji, there were only 6,000 soldiers in Dingzhou Prefecture, Hebei.

Moreover, under the instigation of Wang Anshi, Shenzong had a job of cheating off his descendants: the return to the river project.

This project directly led to a terrible consequence: in the 45 counties and counties, the Pu, Qi, Yun and Xu, the land was damaged by more than 300,000 hectares.

Back then, Hebei was almost wiped out by the angry Yellow River, and the destroyed places were all important granaries in Hebei.

Since then, Emperor Shenzong has admitted defeat and Hebei has declined.

After experiencing the death of Zhezong, Hebei was completely declining.

This is indeed, often more terrifying than natural disasters.

A difficult problem left for Zhao Huan is that the Yellow-hitted area has been difficult to continue to develop with its ancient productivity.

This time the Yellow River flooding caused greater social pressure in Hebei.

On June 20, the Government Affairs Hall urgently issued an emergency document to more than 60 county governments along the Yellow River on Hebei Road, involving more than 700 villages and millions of people.

From top to bottom, all officials cooperated with the newly established Hebei Xuanfu Department to carry out a full-speed evacuation operation.

Throughout June, unprecedented disasters pressed against Hebei Road and Jingdong Road, which made people even more exhausted than the civil strife of the previous year.

The commander of the Xuanfu Department was Zong Ze, the governor of the Central War Zone. Before leaving, the emperor said to Zong Ze with concern: "Do not do anything to protect the people of Hebei and Jingdong."

Zong Ze said tragically: "Don't worry, the Fifth Army of the Central Army, the Sixth Army and the Seventh Army, and the 200,000-flat Army of Hebei Road, all the soldiers are ready to die for their country."

This unprecedentedly tragic dialogue was recorded by the historian in just a few sentences.

When future generations look through it, they will burst into tears whenever they read this.

July this year is very hot, and the entire Tokyo city is like a fire.

For half a month, every evening, the sky was like the sky was burning.

This vision made everyone frightened, and the charlatans who beg for food on the streets cried out: This is a sign of great danger.

On July 8th, the Qizhou embankment on Hebei Road collapsed, and the Yellow River water poured thousands of miles, flooding nine counties in the north, and 300,000 people were ruthlessly swallowed up.

The messenger on the front line ran away and killed two horses and rushed into Tokyo the next day.

On this day, heavy rain enveloped the entire capital.

There were no pedestrians on the street, and the messenger was riding on horseback, flying all the way, without saying anything.

When I arrived at the palace, I just roared out with all my strength: "The front line is urgent! The front line is urgent!"

The guards in front of the palace dared not stop him and let him rush in.

Zhao Huan walked away in the palace, and Shao Chengzhang's voice kept coming from behind: "Your Majesty, it's raining heavily in the sky. Do not wet the holy body and get infected with wind and cold..."

Zhao Huan was anxious and even a little irritable.

This thief God deliberately opposed him. He finally cleared the civil strife, and both Hebei and Jingdong were resting.

But at this moment, the Yellow River attacked!

His face was gloomy and scared, and even a little pale.

Such a disaster undoubtedly greatly hindered his rise strategy.

In his previous life, he grew up by the Yangtze River. He experienced the huge flood in 1998, saw those desperate and helpless eyes, and those soldiers who jumped into the water without hesitation, formed a wall of flesh, but were still washed away.

His heart was hanging high, hoping that there would be no major collapse!

The messenger rushed into the palace and came to the front hall.

Seeing that the emperor had already rushed down from the hall, the people behind did not keep up with the pace and there was no time to hold an umbrella.

But the emperor ignored it. He only cared about the situation on the front line now!

The heavy rain instantly swelled the emperor's whole body. He frowned tightly with his pair of sword eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with stubborn eyes.

The messenger turned over and dismounted, ran over quickly, knelt on one knee on the ground, and drew a large wave of water.

His face became paler. He was a personal guard of Zong Ze and had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

Moreover, he saw countless people disappear with his own eyes and his comrades being swallowed up.

That kind of mental torture made him lose weight quickly, and he was struggling to support this body with only the willpower of steel.

Water kept falling on his face, not sure if it was tears or rain.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty! The dike in Qizhou collapsed and the water flooded nine counties! Before breaking the dike, 80,000 soldiers of our army jumped into the dike and used their own bodies to block the flood. They failed to stop it. All 80,000 soldiers were wiped out! All 300,000 people in nine counties were gone!"

Every word he said seemed to be dripping blood.

The rain slid down the emperor's angular face. At this moment, Zhao Huan felt unprecedentedly powerless. He seemed to have a big stone pressed on his chest, and even his breathing seemed to be hard.

There are heavy dark clouds and dull thunder in the sky.

The emperor was only briefly surprised, but this shortness was as long as a century.

Zhao Huan helped the commander up, Zhao Huan Shao Chengzhang sent him down to rest, and sent him the imperial physician to treat him.

At this time, the ministers who were working in their respective offices also heard the movement. They dared to come and saw the emperor who was covered with water in front of the hall, and they all came forward in horror.

Xu Churen said angrily: "Shao Chengzhang! You deserve to die! How can you put the emperor in the rain? If the Holy Body is ill, you can bear this crime!"

Shao Chengzhang couldn't help but smile bitterly, and was about to explain, but was interrupted by Zhao Huan: "Arrang the frame for me, I'm going to Qizhou!"

Shao Chengzhang quickly knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty must not, Qizhou has now collapsed!"

As soon as Shao Chengzhang said this, the grandpas realized that Qizhou had collapsed, and everyone looked shocked. No wonder the emperor looked so bad.

"Xue Churen, please make arrangements for me quickly!"

Xu Churen said: "Your Majesty, floods are everywhere. If a civil unrest is caused, a big thing will be wrong. I am willing to go there for Your Majesty!"

"Xu Aiqing is worried, and the Marquis of Bold will go with me!"

Zhao Huan was not worried that someone would take the opportunity to change. What he was worried about was that someone on the front line took the opportunity to make money and ignored the lives of the people.

In this way, the 80,000 soldiers were all in vain!

The emperor cannot sit in the palace every day and offer sacrifices like a god. At critical moments, the emperor should set an example.

The prime ministers said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to go with You!"

"When you leave, who will govern the country for me? If you don't go, you will perform your duties as your best loyalty to me!"

After saying that, Zhao Huan turned around and left, leaving behind the unquestionable backs of the ministers.

At this time, people in Jingdong and Hebei will inevitably be in panic.

In ancient times, war was determined by people, and people were still safe.

However, natural disasters are regarded by people as God is angry and the rulers are unethical, so they are easily exploited by those who are interested and incite disaster victims to riot.

At present, the only way to stop losses in the fastest way is to go to the front line in person to stabilize the morale of the army and the people.

Zhao Huan believed that everything would be fine, and he himself cheered himself up in his heart.

China has suffered many disasters since ancient times, so haven’t they all survived it!

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, covering the entire city of Tokyo.

It was not until the evening of the next day that the rain gradually stopped, and the sky to the west burned magnificent fire clouds.

Along the official road, the emperor's emperor headed northeast, and the guardian of the brave marquis Han Shizhong was the Yulin Front Guard.

When I entered Jingdong Road, there were obviously more disaster victims.

You can see a woman walking on the road with her child in her arms, carrying a bag, and being soaked all over her body.

Someone dragged his own domestic pig hard, and was still scolding: "Go away! I have raised you for a year! You are not allowed to be washed away by water!"

There is also a little girl who has lost her parents, following the crowd while crying for her parents.

Zhao Huan opened the curtain with his hand. He saw a soldier in the wings jogging over, grabbed the little girl, and stuffed a steamed bun to the little girl. Both sides didn't know what they were saying, but after a while, the little girl began to eat the steamed buns.

Zhao Huan was very low-key, and he was only riding a carriage that looked very ordinary. Along the way, there were many carriages coming and going, and there were also many officials of all sizes. After seeing this, people did not find anything strange.

Zhao Huan also saw a wing army trotting behind him. Each of them carried a small bag of things, which contained dry food such as steamed buns.

Behind, there were more than a dozen cars carrying food.

The fleeing crowd rushed over immediately and dominated the vehicles.

A commander shouted: "Don't rob, everyone has a share."

Zhao Huan swept the faces of the soldiers in the wing. They were all ten-year-old boys, and there was still ambiguousness and tenderness between their eyebrows.

However, everyone has a sense of fortitude.

This group of Xiangjun was newly selected after Han Shizhong pushed Jingdong Road a few years ago.

Judging from their performance, the role of the Supervision Bureau transferred by the Political and Propaganda Department in the past two years cannot be ignored.

Since they joined the army, everyone has undergone strict ideological education, and loyalty to the emperor and patriotism and love for the people is an indispensable ideological stamp.

Zhao Huan called Han Shizhong over and said, "Let me find someone to find out what's ahead."

Han Shizhong asked Hu Yantong to walk to the crowd in front of him, and he shouted: "I am Hu Yantong, the commander of the Second Army of the Front Guards of Yulin. What do you call me?"

When the commander heard Hu Yan's name, he hurriedly saluted: "I am Tiancuo, the commander of the 7th Battalion of the Third Army of the Xiang Army stationed in Yunzhou! See Hu Yan Shangguan!"

No one in the army in Yunzhou didn’t know Hu Yantong.

Back then, the imperial guards on Jingdong Road were destroyed by Han Shizhong, while Hu Yantong was a general under Han Shizhong.

"No need to be polite. I ask you, what is the current situation in Yunzhou?"

"Report to Shangguan, yesterday morning, Puyang collapsed and the river poured north. Yunzhou was not bad yet, but the court had issued an order to move south. Now the people of Yunzhou have begun to move south, divided into two routes, one to the direction of the capital, and the other to Yingtian Prefecture."

"Do you know about Qizhou?"

When talking about Qizhou, Tiancuo's face became solemn: "I heard that all nine counties were flooded, and the flood continued to spread, so it was impossible to stop it. Now no one knows the specific casualties."
To be continued...