At this moment.
Great Qin.
Xianyang City.
The atmosphere became more and more oppressive.
? Ying Zheng placed his hands behind his back, his eyes cold as he stared at the Golden Roll.
This was already the third time he had seen the Song Dynasty produce many fatuous rulers.
Such a loyal subject was even more powerful.
He originally had the chance to recover his lost territory, but this fatuous ruler had killed one of the two valiant generals and released the other.
Now that the name of this fatuous ruler was spread all over the Golden Roll, how humiliating.
However, his gaze was also complicated, mixed with some worry.
"Now that it's already sixteen, will my Great Qin be among them?”
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At the same time.
On the other side.
The Great Tang.
Chang 'an City.
"In this dynasty, the monarch and his subjects have misled the country and are all fatuous!”
Li Shimin looked at the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings for a long time. His expression was filled with regret and worry.
As an emperor who was about to conquer the world, he felt that he had done a good job.
However, it was inevitable that there would be some mistakes. In fact, Li Shi of the Great Tang was already on the rankings.
Such humiliation might not be impossible for his Great Tang.
Didn't Great Song already enter the Golden Roll three times?
The name of a fatuous ruler could no longer be shaken off!
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It was also at this moment.
Everyone in the world saw the golden list.
He had seen Yue Fei and Han Shizhong's lives with his own eyes.
Southern Song Dynasty, Jiading ten years.
White Deer Institute.
Chen Mi's face was ashen.
He had been proud of his identity as a scholar all his life.
However, when he saw the Golden Roll, he saw Zong Ze, Yue Fei, and Han Shizhong.
An old scholar who fought against the enemy with his old body shouted himself hoarse to cross the river even in death.
A general who had won many battles and recovered lost territory, but had finally died in the hands of a weak king. The sun was bright on the wall, and every word was tearful.
A valiant general who had surrounded 100,000 enemies with 8,000 soldiers and waited for 48 days for no reinforcements to arrive was disheartened. He was only left with a sword as he looked far north.
After a long time, Chen Mi smiled bitterly, clenched her fists, and made a new decision.
Throw your pen and join the army!
White Deer Institute, Stone Drum Academy, Yingtian Academy, Yuelu Academy…
For a time, more and more scholars made the decision to join the army!
Now.
Below the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings.
All the kings, ministers, and academies were watching.
However, Zhao Gou, the Emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, was still furious, and his body trembled.
That was because he saw that there were no other images on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings.
At this moment.
There was still one more behind Han Shizhong, who was ranked 16th on the Golden Roll!
A fatuous ruler does not deserve to have a list of loyal officials.
No.16 Yue Fei Han Shizhong
A fatuous ruler: Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of Song Dynasty
He found it hard to believe. His eyes were bloodshot, and his thighs were trembling. He could barely stand still.
Zhao Gou's despair filled the sky as he finally spoke with a trembling voice.
"How is that possible? How is that possible?"
"How can my Great Song be so shameful!”
"No, it can't be. It's impossible!"
It was also under his gaze that words appeared on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings again.
Many years later, he was known as the prodigy of the first era of civil and martial arts.
He explained that literature can lift the pen to stabilize the world, and martial arts can dismount to settle the world.
When he died, he gritted his teeth and looked in the direction of the enemy. His white hair roared angrily. Kill the enemy, kill the enemy, kill the enemy. The ferocity of his voice could intimidate ghosts and gods.
At this moment.
When this line of text appeared.
Shu Han.
Jiang Wei's expression was extremely tired, but it was also extremely bright.
His eyes didn't move as he stared at the golden roll with a shocked expression.
"What kind of person is this? The number one in both civil and martial arts, the prodigy of this era?”
The Golden Roll carried the aura of the Heavenly Dao.
Because of this, Jiang Wei was even more shocked by the evaluation of the Golden Roll.
Wen can lift the brush to settle the world, Wu can dismount to settle the world, this is a very high evaluation.
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At the same time.
The burly man.
Behind Liu Che, Wei Qing's eyes gathered together. A moment later, a hint of shock appeared on his face.
He was the true leader of the Great Han Dynasty's generals.
Only then did he understand that it might not be difficult to march and fight, but the number one in both civil and martial arts, the eight characters of the prodigy of the era, was too shocking.
he murmured.
"What kind of stunning person is worthy of being judged by the Golden Roll?”
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At that moment.
On the Golden Rankings, a new inventory began to appear.
It was as if his entire life had been drawn into a painting.
All the emperors, ministers, and scholars of the Academy looked at the Golden Roll in amazement.
You were born in an era of war and hatred. Your family background is not bad. Your grandfather was an official in the Outlander Race.
When you were five, your grandfather told you that you must return to the south. That is our country. You could see the hatred and helplessness in my grandfather's eyes. He told you that you could no longer stoop to serve thieves. You nodded, and for the first time, you felt the hatred of your country.
Grandfather always told you that although you were born here, you are not an alien. He wants you to practice military tactics and martial arts, read more books, and one day, you will fight over and destroy the enemy.
You are already ten years old. You practice martial arts and study the art of war every day. When you are tired, you will stand on the windowsill and look at the outside world. The people around you have never been happy. Their faces are filled with fear and wails every day. Even if the enemy and foreign races are not around, they are still trembling in fear.
At the age of 12, you saw the enemies passing by again. They rode on horses and were arrogant and tyrannical. They used ropes to lead their clansmen one after another as if they were leading livestock. Some people dragged grain for them. These foreign races treated their clansmen as slaves and livestock. You clenched your fists, and your eyes were filled with anger.
You're thirteen years old. You often follow your clansmen to climb the mountain and look far away. Everyone thinks you're just a child who likes to fool around and travel around. However, you silently record all kinds of terrain passes and military arrangements. You remember your grandfather's words. One day, you'll fight back here.
During the day, you studied martial arts, practiced archery and horse riding. In the middle of the night, you quietly lit a lamp and began to practice martial arts. You simulated soldiers and horses, pulled the elders of the clan to simulate the sand table, and familiarized yourself with the battlefield again and again. The elders of the clan always thought that you were just playing. No one knew that when you were young, you lived here and saw the humiliation and pain of the common people. In your heart, you had the chivalrous spirit of the Yan and Zhao warriors.
You would often stand at the top of the mountain and watch the non-humankind troops below. You would constantly remind yourself that you must familiarize yourself with their battle techniques, because you would always find a chance to fight them to the death.
The people of your age who grew up here like you enjoy comfort. You rebuke them. This is not our country. We live in exile. We must find our home.
In winter, the cold is bone-piercing. You often can't get out of bed. Whenever this happens, you will roar at yourself that this isn't your country. You remind yourself that this is a land of death, a land of shame. Then you get up and practice martial arts.
At that moment.
On the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings, words and images slowly appeared in front of everyone.
Shu Han.
Zhang Fei looked at the young figure on the screen and felt very touched.
The scene in front of him became more and more shocking.
A child born in the Land of the Fallen, and he was still so young.
He quietly studied martial arts and the art of war.
He allowed his tribesmen to look down on him as he went to various mountains and rivers to observe the terrain and record the passes.
One person was watching the battle formation of the non-humankind.
He practiced his martial arts with all his might, constantly reminding himself that this was not his home country.
Darkness and despair.
All his clansmen were slaves and livestock. Growing up in such an environment, there was no one to support him.
No one helped him.
Zhang Fei was stunned for a long time before he sighed.
"This child is suffering too much."
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