At the same time.
Southern Song Dynasty Imperial Palace.
Song Shenzong Zhao Xu's eyes were filled with rage as he looked at the shocking scene on the Golden Roll.
His long sleeves trembled, and his face turned ashen.
For some reason, he felt that this scene made him even more worried.
He was eager to see the blurry figure on the Golden Roll.
However, he was even more afraid that it would be an official of his Great Song.
No one wanted to become a fatuous ruler whose name would spread for thousands of years!
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Now.
Palace of Heavenly Purity.
Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Gaozong also looked at this golden list that had suddenly appeared and was extremely shocking.
At this moment, his face turned ashen.
The image on the golden roll was blurry, but he could still vaguely feel it.
This so-called external enemy was very likely them.
In the golden list of all the worlds, they would actually become the background of the villain to show that this person was loyal.
"Who is this person?"
Emperor Xuanzong of Qing Dynasty.
At this moment, in the Palace of Heavenly Purity, he looked at the Golden Roll that belonged to his era with an ugly expression.
His eyes were cold and carried a hint of anger as he stared at the scene.
The faces of the Qing Ren Sect's Jiaqing Yan, Prince Regent Dorgon, and the others were ashen. They were shocked and fearful, but they didn't say anything.
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On the other side.
Great Song.
In the Imperial Palace.
Zhao Ji, who was wearing a Daoist robe, frowned.
He put down the scripture in his hand with a complicated expression.
In just a short moment, the top scholar on the Golden Roll had turned into a broken mountain and river, and his hair had turned white.
It was almost the life of many ordinary people.
However, even he did not expect that this person, who was already sixty-six years old, would still have the courage to go to the beacon fire alone.
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The emperors of the various realms were all staring at the Golden Roll.
On the golden roll, the words continued.
The inventory appeared again.
At the age of sixty-six, you rode on a horse and carried a sword. Your hair and beard turned white. At the gates of the capital, the sky had not yet brightened. There were only faint torches on the city walls. Behind you were sixteen old, weak, sick, and disabled soldiers. They took one last look at the capital and turned to leave, just like the day when you became the top scholar many years ago. This time, there was still no one to send you off.
You have come to the city where you will take up your post, bringing along a horse, a long sword, and sixteen old soldiers. That is all you have. This city is already considered the front line. It has just been ravaged by the enemy's flames of war, and it is full of devastation.
Many of the people in the city had fled. Standing on the top of the brown-colored city wall and looking down, there were mountains of corpses outside the city. They were gradually decaying and emitting a strong stench. Only the old, weak, sick, and disabled were left in the city. They did not escape. Their sallow and emaciated appearances made them look like evil ghosts.
It had only been a few months since the enemy's raid, and all the food in the city had been plundered. Many of the commoners had numb expressions, and only when they heard about the enemy would fear flash across their faces. You wanted these commoners to live, but you wanted to defend the city. You knew that as long as the city was still there, they would not die, and the imperial court and the commoners behind them would not die either.
When you were moving the corpses, an old soldier with a missing front tooth looked at you in surprise. After a long silence, he grinned. You didn't say anything. You just nodded and piled the corpses together. With a fire, you averted the plague.
If you want the city to not be plundered by the enemy again, you need to rebuild the city wall and defend it. You are familiar with the art of war and know the drawbacks of the enemy's war. Therefore, you opened the last granary of the government and opened a porridge factory. You let the people work as relief and build the city wall with you.
The heavy rain in June came very quickly. Your white hair was twisted into strands and stuck to your body. At this time, you felt that the road on the city wall was too high and it was a little difficult to drag the stones. The old woman in the bamboo hat looked at you with surprise. She knew that you were a high official here, but did high officials also have to move stones to build the city wall? She didn't know.
It was late at night, and the rain that had just fallen was still wet. You felt a little cold and sleepy, and your body seemed to be weaker than when you were young. However, when you lowered your head and looked at the still dilapidated city wall, your steps were a little unsteady, and your thighs were trembling. Then, you went down the city gate tower and dragged a cart of green stones.
Autumn came too quickly. You were shivering from the cold, and your forehead was still hot from the north wind. However, as you stood on the city wall, your exhausted eyes still revealed a trace of relief. You turned to look at the child soldiers patrolling the city behind you. Once the city wall was repaired, they would not die.
Many people had fled from the city, leaving behind the old, weak, sick, and disabled. Recruiting soldiers was a difficult task. You thought for a long time before you summoned the youths who had stayed behind. The oldest was only fifteen years old, and the youngest was only thirteen. When they stood at the camp gate, the snot on their faces was blown back and forth by the wind. However, when they saw you standing in front of them, wearing thin clothes and not moving, they refused to move either.
In the middle of the night, you brought medicine for frostbite and new clothes and shoes to the barracks. During the day, you already saw that the hands and feet of these little soldiers were frozen purple, and the frostbite began to flow. You applied medicine on them and changed into thick clothes. There was always a little soldier with bright eyes. You remembered him. When he patrolled the city with you during the day, he never relaxed.
Under your leadership, the city's military appearance has become more and more neat, but the weapons left behind are a little old. You think that the enemy's weapons are very short and most of them are cavalry, so you improve the new crossbow bolts, which are very powerful. At the front line, there is news that the enemy is unstoppable, but this time you smile, your white hair flying in the wind, with a ferocious look.
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At that moment.
As new words appeared on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings.
Great Qin.
In Xianyang City.
Meng Tian's expression was one of shock, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.
He looked at the blurry scene on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings and sighed.
"Since the general is already like this, what should we do? We must truly press forward!”
On the other side.
The Great Tang.
It was also Li Jing, who had fought for the king.
At this moment, he was also staring at the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings in front of him.
He looked at the figure who was clearly in his sixties and set an example.
He built the city wall, improved the weapons, and lived with the soldiers.
He already knew that this old scholar was not ignorant of military matters.
However, the more this was the case, the more complicated his expression became.
What would happen to this old scholar if he was on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings?
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At this moment.
The Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings had not stopped counting.
Lines of text appeared.
In the eleventh month, the enemy advanced rapidly on the great mountains and rivers. You discovered that although the imperial court had many soldiers, they were defeated in a single move. In just a few months, they were unstoppable. The soldiers were at the city gates. In the tent, you lowered your head and read the battle report. The palace was besieged on all sides.
You already have 20,000 elite soldiers. When you receive the news, immediately give the order to cut off the enemy's retreat first and then reinforce the palace. You know that although the enemy is powerful, they can fight and recuperate, but they don't have enough food. As long as we strengthen the walls and clear the fields, we will definitely be able to complete our work in one battle and establish decades of peace.
The news from your army quickly reached the palace. Some eunuchs began to blame you. Their letters were filled with anger, asking why you refused to go to the palace to help. You didn't say anything because you knew that they were afraid.
On the second day after receiving the imperial court's reprimand, a general in the tent came to ask why he didn't directly reinforce the palace, but he still ignored him.
" Your subordinate told you that if you chose to ignore the rebuke from the palace this time, you would definitely be slandered and punished by the imperial court. However, you did not care about the threats of the eunuchs and treacherous officials in the palace at all. You only glanced at the sharp sword on the table. What you needed to do was not to repel them, but to completely block them within the mountains and rivers and kill the invading enemies!
No one knows that this is your courage. You want to avenge the people who died in this war and the soldiers who died on the battlefield. You tell them that no matter what kind of enemy comes, they will only die.
At this moment.
On the golden list, in the blurry image that appeared with the words.
The white-haired old scholar had a determined gaze.
Even though he did not say a word, his figure was like a spear, extremely sharp!
Eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers were washed with blood!
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The Great Tang.
Heavenly Policy Prefecture.
Li Jing looked at the scene on the Golden Roll in shock.
That head of white hair and beard was old.
However, the long sword in his hand that had been sharpened for decades suddenly broke!
He could not help but mutter to himself.
"What a good general. What a pity for you in this life.”
"I wasted my life, and only at the end did I start to shine.”
"You've been grinding this sword for too long.”
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At the same time.
Three Kingdoms.
Shu Han.
Guan Yu stared at the elderly figure in the picture with a complicated expression.
He thought about how he had been through life and death situations several times in his life.
However, behind him, there would always be kings and comrades.
This old scholar seemed to be staking everything on this.
No one dared to fight against the enemy.
Only he, with his 60-year-old body.
How dare you go against the current, want to complete your work in one battle, try your best to save the sky!
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