On the Golden Roll.
The words appeared one after another, accompanied by a blurry figure.
In the big tent, you are dressed in military attire, which is especially cold and heavy in the middle of the night. You look up and see that there are already nearly 30 armored generals in the tent. They are all generals who guard a region and command an army. They are also the last forces of the imperial court. You tell them that you will cut off the enemy's retreat and kill them all in the mountains and rivers.
The sounds in the barracks were terrifyingly quiet. As the lights flickered, you would sweep your gaze across the dozens of soldiers, but none of them dared to raise their heads. You would look at them with a complicated expression and understand what they meant. They were afraid. They did not dare to go to the front line to kill the enemy with you.
You suddenly feel that you are not the same as them. The people in the big tent quickly disappeared, leaving only you. Your temples are gray, and you are wearing cold iron armor. You sit alone in the tent. On the table, the long sword is as lonely as you.
At daybreak, you calmly left the barracks, waved your hand, and calmly said in a loud voice," Breaking camp. That year, you only had 20,000 soldiers under your command, while the enemy had 60,000.
Before leaving, you looked at your sons. You knew that this might be a true battle to the death, but you didn't say anything, and neither did they. The army set out with Yi Shui's determination and bravery.
At this moment.
As the words and images on the ranking continued to appear.
In the Heavenly Policy Prefecture, Li Jing's eyes were filled with bitterness.
In his mind, he recalled all the battles he had experienced over the years.
However, no matter what he thought, there would always be reinforcements behind him.
How could those comrades bear to watch him fight alone?
But what about him?
Li Jing raised his head and his gaze fell on the blurry old figure.
20,000 troops and 60,000 elites.
It was like hitting a rock with an egg.
But he still went.
Li Jing knew that he had to do something.
Something that no one dared to do.
He would fight for decades of peace for the world.
Even if he would die.
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At that moment.
Great Qin.
Xianyang City.
The aged Wang Jian looked at the Golden Roll, and a trace of fire seemed to have ignited in his chest.
In his life, when he deployed troops, there would always be a response.
However, this person only had 20,000 of his men.
He still set off.
Even if there was no one to help, he was destined to fight alone.
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The following words on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings appeared in shock.
Accompanied by a blurry image.
It shocked all the emperors and ministers of the past dynasties!
You lead the army to the rear of the enemy. The 20,000-strong army travels day and night, crossing rivers and mountains. Finally, they arrive at the most important food supply city behind the enemy. On the mountainside, you can see the enemy camps densely packed together.
You begin to arrange the army and split up to attack. In the middle of the camp, the lights are still flickering in the starry night. The leaders you contacted before are all watching coldly. They don't believe that you can do it.
No one would have thought that this 20,000-strong army would be able to break through 30 enemy camps and kill their way through. Those terrifying enemies would be defeated in the hands of your army.
In the first ten days of November, you broke through three enemy camps. In the middle of November, you swept through eleven enemy camps. No one could resist you. By December, you had already killed thirty enemy camps from the border pass. From the border pass, you killed all the way to the city. All the enemy troops you passed were destroyed, and your white hair was full of blood.
The enemy had no choice but to turn back to face the enemy in order to protect their rations and prevent a pincer attack. You are old, but you personally led my bloody army to face the enemy. The wilderness, the city, the river, the camp, thirteen swings, thirteen battles, and you have not lost a single battle. The enemy is afraid.
You saw that the enemy was not strong, so you wrote letters overnight, begging the other soldiers to gather and destroy the enemy together. However, you did not receive a reply. You were extremely tired, your white hair was disheveled, and the arrow wound on your chest became more and more painful.
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On the golden list, even though it was written in cold words, it was still extremely shocking.
As the scene gradually became clearer.
News came from the palace that the enemy was afraid, so they sped up their attack on the palace. You were stationed alone, and the surrounding commanders did not move. You knew that you might not be able to stop them from retreating, so you could only help the palace.
When the news of you winning 13 battles spread, you thought that the surrounding troops would rush to your aid. This is a good opportunity to wipe out the enemy. The enemy is afraid, so they set up a blockade. You took a look at the lone army that has been fighting a bloody battle and decided to lead the army to kill them first.
The enemy has indeed gathered a large number of troops. Your men fought for half a day before they finally broke through and entered the heavily guarded army. You looked ahead and saw that it was in the direction of the palace. You led this lone army and temporarily camped there, waiting for news of reinforcements.
On the blurry screen of the Golden Roll.
A lone army charged into the enemy's blockade.
Days of fierce battles have exhausted you to the extreme. That day, arrows rained down.
The army that fell one after another made you, who is now old, silent and sad.
However, you only brandished your sword and didn't stop.
The twenty thousand lone soldiers charged into the enemy's blockade line.
At this point, there were only ten thousand people left.
Lonely Courage was like the only fire in the middle of the night.
The Golden Roll continued.
The enemy's blockade line was broken, but you didn't get any reinforcements. Late at night, you covered your wounds and looked at the enemy's gradually closing blockade line with your old eyes. You knew that they wouldn't come. Your face was reflected in the long sword. You had white hair and a face full of wrinkles. This year, you were sixty-eight years old.
At daybreak, you decided to go in alone. You also knew what this meant. You would cut off all support for yourself and this lone army. You would not even have the last chance to survive. You lowered your head and looked at the young faces on the drill ground. They would die too. Perhaps no one would be able to return alive.
" You have tears in your eyes, but you know that you must break through this blockade. In front of you is the imperial city, and the king is waiting for your reinforcements. If the imperial city is broken, how can you talk about the country? Your old and turbid eyes are filled with tears as you cheer for your son," The country's century-old foundation and countless people are in our hands. Zhu Erlang, listen up, kill!
On that day, you only had this lone army in your hands, and there were 30,000 elite enemy troops on the blockade line. This was originally a bloody battle of throwing an egg at a rock, but you knew that you had to reach the capital, so you drew your sword and took the lead.
You led the army to survive and finally killed through the elites of the enemy. The blockade line was broken, and your lone army was only left with a few thousand people. The enemy fled, but outside the palace, you saw an empty gate and a scene of devastation. The palace was broken, the guards fled, and the emperor was taken away.
At this moment.
Great Qin.
Xianyang.
Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng, fell silent.
There was a hint of regret in his eyes, as well as more complicated emotions.
The image on the golden roll showed old and aged figures fighting like crazy.
The army behind him also didn't stop, even if they died.
They knew that they could not wait for reinforcements.
After a long time, Ying Zheng finally sighed and lowered his eyes.
A deep voice sounded.
"How sad. At that moment, he couldn't see any reinforcements.”
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On the other side.
Qing Dynasty.
Palace of Heavenly Purity.
Yong Zheng's face was ashen, but his eyes were also filled with shock.
He had personally witnessed this battle.
The old scholar staked everything on this.
He led his army south alone and defeated 30 enemy camps in succession.
Thirteen swings, thirteen moves.
From the border to the capital.
Even so, there was still no one to help.
He could only break through all the enemy's blockade lines alone, exhausted.
However, the imperial city was broken.
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At that moment.
The burly man.
Han Ling Emperor Liu Hong sat in the hall with a hint of contempt on his face.
He turned to look at His Highness and his ministers, his tone firm.
"He came late, causing the king to be captured. Now that the capital is open, he can take anything he wants.”
"Next, this person can usurp the throne.”
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At the same time.
On the other side, Southern Tang.
Li Yu slowly put down the fine pen in his hand.
He shifted his gaze away from the Golden Roll and sneered at the attendant behind him.
"The royal court he is in now has no way to save him.”
"This person holds military power and is good at fighting. In this chaotic world, he might be able to usurp the throne.”
"Perhaps he is still dissatisfied with the Imperial Court.”
The attendant didn't say anything, but his heart chilled.
He had also followed Li Yu to watch the Golden Roll.
The old scholar had clearly done his best.
He was alone!
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