Legacy Spacetime.
As the light appeared in front of him, Ye Yong immediately discovered that he had returned to this era.
This era was far more depressing than the Ming Dynasty.
War!
Rest and recuperate!
War!
Rest and recuperate!
As if there were only these two things that needed to be done, Ye Yong either went to the front line or dealt with government affairs in the palace every day.
The people of Xia Country were all united and the people were boiling. This was a country where all the people, whether it was the people or the ministers, yearned to restore the Han orthodoxy and drive the foreign races out of the Central Plains so that their people would no longer be bullied.
At the very least, Ye Yong had never heard of any minister being corrupt or doing any petty tricks. The light of hope and expectation in their eyes was sometimes something that even Ye Yong did not want to look directly at.
It was because of this that the atmosphere in the entire Xia country was extremely depressing.
Because this time, Ye Yong had experienced it all personally, he could understand the powerlessness, oppression, and ruthlessness.
"Perhaps it's because she illuminated the entire Xia country."
Ye Yong muttered to himself as he looked at Ye Wuyou, who was like a happy fruit.
Ye Wuyou was like a beam of light, not only warming and comforting Ye Yong's heart, but also the hearts of the civil and military officials and the people.
The title of princess was well-deserved. No matter who it was, they would love and care for Ye Wuyou from the bottom of their hearts.
She was also very sensible and well-behaved. She did not have the so-called princess temper or princess airs. Instead, she often helped the people in the city. It was precisely because of this that the volcano in Xia country did not erupt at any time.
However, as time passed, the atmosphere in Xia country gradually became solemn.
The Yuan Dynasty emperor was not stupid, nor was he a fool. As more and more Han gathered, more and more people defected. Even if the Yuan Dynasty had Han officials to help cover it up, it still attracted the attention of the Yuan Dynasty.
As a result, the army pressed down on the border and the war continued.
Ye Yong's daily tasks had changed from handling government affairs to participating in the war.
On that day, Ye Yong said a sentence in front of all the warriors.
"I won't take a step back. If there are people who are afraid, they can retreat to the back without worrying about punishment.”
"As long as the country exists, I will exist. If the country dies, I will definitely defend the last inch of land.”
"This battle is for the sake of all the people in the world, for the sake of all the people in the world. So what if we lose? One day, our race will definitely rule the Central Plains again.”
"My sons, let us show the Yuan people what China is, what Yan Huang is, and what military might is! As long as China is not destroyed, the spirit of the army will last forever!"
"Even if I die, I won't take half a step back!"
When Ye Yong finished speaking, his bright eyes swept across the entire battlefield. The army of nearly a million soldiers collectively fell silent.
"I swear my loyalty to Your Majesty!"
"I swear my loyalty to Your Majesty!"
"I swear my loyalty to Your Majesty!"
All the soldiers knelt on one knee and shouted.
His voice was as loud as thunder.
The sound was as loud as a war drum.
A rumbling sound rang out.
It was deafening.
Time flew by in a flash.
Ye Yong had unknowingly reached the age of twenty years old. The swaddled child had unknowingly grown up and become a slim and elegant young girl.
However, the war never stopped.
The atmosphere in Xia Country gradually became more and more oppressive. Although everyone's eyes were filled with hope and determination, they also felt powerless.
After all, Xia Country was just a small country. To contend against the prosperous and growing Yuan Dynasty was undoubtedly an ant trying to shake a tree and overestimating its own strength. Even if they united their forces, they would not be able to change this reality, this cruel reality.
.........
In the royal study.
Ye Yong, who was wearing the armor given by Worriless, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. From the blood dripping from the armor from time to time, one could imagine how tough and cruel the war was.
Not long after, Fang Han hurried into the royal study.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
Fang Han said as he bowed.
"Imperial Preceptor, Zhen has already ordered people to gather all the young children in our country. You can take the princess and these children and leave later.”
Ye Yong opened his eyes and said slowly.
"Your Majesty, you can't die. You are our hope, the hope of all of us. If you leave with your men, I will stay. Our warlocks have never feared death since ancient times.”
Fang Han knelt down.
"No one in my Xia Country has retreated, and I naturally won't retreat by half a step.”
" If the country falls, I will die. I can die, but you can't. You are a warlock. You need to help the Han people guard the fate of the country. As long as the fire of hope is still in China, it will one day return to its peak. I need you to protect the last flame of our country.”
Ye Yong helped Fang Han up and said with a smile.
"But Your Majesty, we still have a way.”
Fang Han's eyes were red as his body trembled.
"Get lost. Zhen said that this is impossible. If you dare to tell her, Zhen will not let you off even if I become a ghost.”
Ye Yong's eyes turned cold as he shouted angrily.
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