Seeing Han Mo's disheveled state, Zong Ying rushed forward to help him up.
"I should have killed those two scoundrels long ago!"
Pushing Zong Ying aside, the enraged Han Mo, like an angry rhinoceros, began to rampage around the room.
Anything that appeared before him was smashed to pieces by his rampaging fury.
Watching him in his anger, even Zong Ying could only manage a wry smile. In all the time he had known Han Mo, this was the first time he had ever seen him throw such a tantrum.
"Brother Han, what good will it do if you tear this whole place down? We need to find a way to stop them now!"
"Stop them? How can we stop them? I'm afraid the Jin envoys are already on their way back. Are we supposed to send someone to intercept them?"
On this matter, even Liang Shicheng hadn't breathed a word to him, and Han Mo was truly disheartened at this moment.
The rulers of the Great Song Dynasty had completely failed to anticipate the immense disaster their foolish actions would bring upon the empire. At this moment, they were only thinking about the territories they had managed to reclaim.
"But we can't just stand by and watch things develop in an unpredictable direction!"
"Unpredictable? What's so unpredictable? I can tell you right now that the Jin forces will soon march south. These hard-won territories will quickly fall back into Jin hands. Then, the Jin iron hooves will directly trample through Bianliang City, taking those damnable fools one by one back to Wugu City as cattle and horses!"
Han Mo, having lost all reason, spoke without any restraint.
Although he knew Han Mo was speaking in a fit of anger, Zong Ying had to admit that what Han Mo said was very likely to become reality.
This was because the most capable army in the Great Song Dynasty's Hebei region was the Changsheng Army brought by Guo Yaoshi.
If it were before, perhaps Guo Yaoshi would still have wholeheartedly served the Great Song Dynasty. But now, having witnessed the Great Song Dynasty shamelessly hand over the Liao officials who had already surrendered to the Jin, it would be truly astonishing if he still chose to serve them.
Wasn't Guo Yaoshi afraid that if he killed too many Jin people, the Jin would one day demand his head from the Song court?
It wasn't just Guo Yaoshi who would harbor such thoughts; all soldiers and generals who had defected to the Song would surely have similar concerns.
With their own soldiers lacking combat effectiveness and the defecting soldiers harboring divided loyalties, how could these cities be defended under such circumstances?
Given the current fighting strength of the Liao army, tens of thousands could rout hundreds of thousands of Song troops. If the even stronger Jin army marched south, would the Great Song Dynasty have any chance of survival?
Only after Han Mo had completely smashed everything in the room did he finally collapse onto the ground like an exhausted bull, panting heavily.
"Hahahaha!"
As Han Mo's mind went blank, Zong Ying suddenly burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at? You can still laugh at a time like this?"
Seeing Zong Ying laughing so hard that he was bent over, Han Mo glared at him speechlessly.
"How can I not laugh? I say, this is the first time you've thrown such a huge tantrum since I've known you! I really thought everything in this world was within your calculations, and that you would never make a mistake in your life. After all that talk, it turns out you make mistakes too!"
As Zong Ying spoke, he picked up an orange from the ground, peeled it, broke off half, and offered it to Han Mo.
"Brother, I'm not a god, how could I..."
Looking at Zong Ying's heartless demeanor, Han Mo's teeth practically itched with anger.
At a time like this, this guy could still say such things.
"Alright, alright, I know you're not a real god, so you make mistakes too. But since things have come to this, we still need to find a way to fix this mess!"
"Fix it? How can we fix it? I have a large ship ready to set sail. Do you want to go with me?"
Han Mo said indistinctly after stuffing the orange into his mouth and chewing it a few times.
"Can you bear to leave? Can you bear to abandon the vast network you've painstakingly built? You can leave alone, but can your entire Han family, and all the people of Bianliang City, leave?"
"Besides, if the Jin forces attack like this, your father-in-law's side would be the most dangerous, wouldn't it?"
As Zong Ying spoke, he searched through the scattered shards of porcelain again and found two more oranges, handing one to Han Mo.
"Forget it, I don't want to think about these messy things today. How about we go for a drink?"
Casually breaking open the peel of the orange and finishing it, Han Mo suddenly stood up and asked Zong Ying.
"Are you sure?"
Seeing Han Mo's serious expression, Zong Ying asked him with some surprise.
"Of course I'm sure. It all depends on whether you dare to come with me!"
"Wherever there's wine, there's nowhere I won't go!"
Laughing heartily, Zong Ying threw away the orange in his hand and then turned to follow Han Mo as they walked outside.
"What's the big deal? It's just a drink. If you don't want to pay for it, I'll treat. What's the point of going to a monastery to drink..."
When the two of them got out of the carriage again, Zong Ying was stunned. Looking at the plaque that read Kaiyuan Temple, he was momentarily speechless as to what to say to Han Mo.
"I've taken a fancy to this place today. Look at the bell tower behind it. From there, you can see all the mountains and rivers in the vicinity. How about we have a good drink there today?"
Han Mo said, pointing at the bell tower in the temple.
"I..."
"You're not scared, are you?"
As Han Mo spoke, he swaggered over to the carriage, picked up a jar of wine, and walked directly towards the bell tower.
"Sir, we don't allow wine to be brought in here!"
As Han Mo's foot crossed the temple gate, a young monk immediately blocked his path.
"Go and call your abbot. Tell him this official is Han Mo, the Commissioner of the Liangzhe and Fujian Circuits!"
Han Mo merely glanced at the young monk, then took out a token from his sleeve and tossed it to him.
Upon clearly seeing the characters on the token, the young monk, who had just been so indignant, suddenly became flustered.
"Lord Zong, what's wrong with my young master? This..."