this moment
A new inventory appeared.
Northern Song Dynasty.
The atmosphere in the hall was extremely oppressive.
Bai Shizhong, Li Bangyan, and the other civil and military officials lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
Song Qinzong Zhao Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face still ashen.
The fatuous ruler ranked 16th on the Golden Roll was still hanging high.
The words on the golden board were bright.
On the other side.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Yingtian Prefecture.
Outside the main hall, the golden roll was majestic.
In the hall, the ministers bowed their heads.
The current official Zhao Gou's expression was still cold.
However, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
He was on the rankings as a fatuous ruler!
Was it because he established the Southern Song Dynasty?
Why?
If not for him, Great Song would have been destroyed long ago!
At this moment, the fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were pale.
He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.
"I am not a bad ruler. It was just an accident!”
In the void, the gazes of the emperors, scholars, and generals of the past dynasties gathered.
On the Golden Rankings, new words appeared once again. The 16th place on the list was not worthy of being a loyal minister!
When you die, you look in the direction of the enemy and feel a little unwilling
You said that if he was given three years, he would kill all the enemies who came to invade.
You single-handedly carried a country and made the other races terrified.
At this moment.
West Chu.
The army was arranged majestically.
In the tent, the burly King Xiangyu's eyes were solemn and his expression was one of shock.
The evaluation of this loyal minister on the Golden Roll was too high.
Even though he was old, he still carried an entire country with his own strength!
"Will it still be a civil servant this time?”
At that moment.
Great Qin.
Xianyang.
Ying Zheng stood proudly outside the hall and looked up at the golden roll.
His black robe fluttered in the cold wind.
His eyes were deep, hiding the shock in the depths of his heart.
On the golden list, words appeared one by one.
"Who is this? So powerful!"
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When you were young, you lived in a farm in the North. Times were dark. The news that came to your ears when you were young was that the foreign enemies had come to plunder again. You witnessed the people fleeing again and again.
The poverty of your family prevented you from leaving with the commoners. You often heard the news from the front lines that the imperial court had lost, and the imperial court had lost again. You gripped the pen in your hand tightly, feeling extremely depressed. Were the foreign enemies really that powerful?
The personality you developed from a young age has made you more and more taciturn. You only hear day by day that the imperial court has lost its land and its people. You think of those fellow countrymen who have been captured and sent to foreign countries. You think of those ownerless tombs. You are unwilling to accept it.
This year, you are 13 years old. When the rooster crows, you get up and face the cold wind. As usual, you begin to practice martial arts, sweating like rain. It is not until noon that you start to read the military book. You have persisted for many years. Others are afraid of foreign enemies, but you are not afraid. You want to bring those villagers back.
At the age of 18, you were practicing martial arts. The sound of your cudgel whistling through the wind attracted the attention of many of your peers. You didn't care, but you were drenched in sweat, but your movements didn't stop. They watched for a moment and whispered, saying that the invading foreign enemy was too fierce. When he was older, he would leave with his family and head south.
At that time, you frowned and fled again and again. Why didn't you dare to resist? So you spoke indifferently, saying that there was nothing fierce about it. The coldness in your eyes made the peers who spoke laugh. They said, if you have the ability, then go join the army. When you really see those people, you will know how invincible they are.
You went back and told your mother. Her hand that was cooking porridge stopped for a moment and packed your luggage for you. You went alone to pay homage to the master who taught you martial arts. You carried your luggage and walked into the night.
This year, you turned nineteen. You finally joined the army. Thousands of people were recruited with you. You carried your luggage and waited. The new recruits standing behind you whispered," Pray, don't be sent to the front line. Some people say that you came to the army just to eat. Of course, it's best to guard the rear."
" You angrily rebuked them. A real man protects his country and joins the army. How can you live in peace and watch your homeland fall? But your words only attracted strange gazes from others.
Time passed quickly in the army. Three months later, when you heard the new battle report in the army, the enemy had once again stepped on the mountains and rivers. The imperial court's army had suffered heavy casualties. You saw the fear in the eyes of the soldiers around you, but you continued to practice martial arts. The people in the army rarely took the initiative to practice martial arts. This was an era of scholars. If you practiced martial arts, you would be a low-class person.
When a comrade asks you if you're not afraid, you just sneer and say,'You've been waiting for this day for a long time.'
At this moment.
The young man was hot-blooded and devoted to serving the country.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Yingtian Prefecture.
Zhao Gou frowned as he looked at the youth with a strange gaze.
Thus, the hands hidden in his sleeves clenched tightly again.
For some reason, he felt that this youth was somewhat familiar.
On the other side.
The burly man.
The young Huo Qubing was slightly shocked.
When this young general joined the army, the Great Han was also weak.
But he was never afraid.
He seemed to see his own kind on the Golden Roll.
Sun Ce, Xin Qiji, and the other young generals looked at the golden roll with shock in their eyes.
They were all ordinary young soldiers.
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