Now.
On the golden list, the inventory and images continued.
You were imprisoned for three years. During these three years, the rebel army gradually grew stronger.
Because of you, the rebels who were almost wiped out before rose from the ashes and raised an army again. The treacherous official personally presided over the suppression of the rebel army. However, because he did not have the experience of actually wiping out the rebel army, he made mistakes again and again, causing the rebel army to grow again. The treacherous official committed suicide because he felt guilty to the emperor and was afraid of punishment.
The rebel army attacked the city from the south of Guanzhong. They were unstoppable. The generals of the court were defeated repeatedly. Many generals retreated and did not dare to face them directly. They only wanted to protect themselves.
The treacherous officials who had lost the emperor's trust became more and more irritable and suspicious. In a short period of time, they executed more than ten generals who had lost in the battle at the front line. The people who led the troops felt threatened for a moment. At that time, the rebel army was so powerful that they were on par with the court.
After the treacherous official died, the Emperor realized that there was no one left in the huge court. Thus, the Emperor finally thought of you. On this day, you received another edict and were reinstated.
A blurry image appeared.
Three years in prison, you're already forty-nine years old.
His hair was white, and he couldn't hear.
Your face is pale, your steps are unsteady, and you are extremely tired.
When you return home from the palace, your wife will ask you why the Emperor summoned you.
"Exterminate the rebel army."
Your voice is hoarse and you look very old.
His wife quietly packed her luggage.
The son sobbed as he tugged at your sleeve, his face covered in tears.
"Don't go, father. You're old.”
"You can't go to the battlefield anymore."
You didn't say anything. You listened to the vague cries in your ears and continued to urge your wife to pack her luggage.
Your good friend found you and advised you not to go again.
In fact, you know that if you go to the battlefield, what will be waiting for you.
He never came back.
But you still didn't say anything.
That night, it rained heavily.
The night was dark. You didn't sleep the whole night. You stood on the city wall and looked up silently.
The rain soaked your entire body, outlining your extremely weak, old, and tired appearance.
You stood alone, looking at the world alone.
It was raining heavily, but in your eyes, the mountains and rivers seemed to be on fire.
At this moment, your extremely old eyes looked at the border.
The alien races were currently plundering.
You looked at the Central Plains again. The rebels were attacking cities and seizing territory. They were unstoppable.
The vast world was filled with smoke.
You turned to look at the court.
That once grand and mighty empire that came and went.
Looking at it now, it seemed to be on the verge of collapse in this heavy rain.
The rain fell from your face.
Your voice was calm and emotionless.
"I just want this bloody world to disappear and the dynasty to return to its former glory.”
"The commoners can live and work in peace and contentment, and the court can be dignified.”
"This world, Yuyu, clarify."
Even though your voice didn't carry any emotion, your aged face…
The rain was mixed with tears, like heavy rain, surging and torrential.
A lonely scholar standing on the city wall.
In this dark era, almost no one could hear their voices.
The flower facing the sun was desperately holding on to the last light.
But in the dark night, you are all alone.
He was squeezed by this rotten world that could not see the light, and he was all alone.
It was like two different worlds.
At this moment, the counting of the words on the golden roll was still ongoing.
At that moment, no one knew your despair and sadness. You were forty-nine years old.
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You finally decided to go to the battlefield. Before you left, your family came to see you. You smiled at your child and said to him,"After the chaos is settled, you have to govern well."
The child cried and asked you how to govern. Your old face was serious and stern. You told him that he had to look at the people's livelihood, water conservancy, farmland, and military affairs. The people could only live well if they had enough to eat. You also told the child to open more schools to educate the people. The child nodded and agreed.
You smiled in satisfaction, looking at your child's back as he left with relief and determination.
A blurry image appeared.
At that time, you were already extremely old.
She was still trying her best to teach the child in her final moments.
You know that you might not be able to return, but the dynasty should always have new power.
Until the end, you were still looking forward to it.
I hope that after the war is settled, the image you have waited for your entire life will appear, even after you die.
You want to see the glory of the past.
The common people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the pillars of the country were frequently produced.
The court came to see him, and his power spread all over the world.
And you began to refuse to rush into this bloody battle.
Let's fight for peace in the future.
The Golden Roll was still ongoing, and the scene appeared again.
You have been conferred the title of Governor of the world's reinforcements, just like that good friend. However, you have no troops to command. The Emperor is still too suspicious. He wants you to fight against the rebels, but he doesn't dare to give you a large number of troops. You have submitted letters again and again, but only 5,000 old, weak, sick, and disabled people are left. The rebels are in full swing, and they have hundreds of thousands of troops now.
You didn't refute him. You just quietly led the 5,000 old, weak, and sick soldiers and began to train. You know that treacherous officials lead troops and have been defeated time and time again. The imperial court has also delayed the payment of food and salaries. They have continuously killed generals who have failed to fight well. Now, there are no more soldiers and generals. Only the last of the emperor's army is left, but he refuses to give it to you.
Your back view was resolute as you led the army out of the capital. You had to train the soldiers. On that day, your frail body mounted a horse and turned around to face a life and death battle.
Dark clouds piled up and it seemed like it was going to rain.
Outside the Royal City.
You, who used to be a scholar, even though you're old, you still ride your horse so nimbly. You slowly leave with five thousand scattered old, weak, sick, and disabled.
He rushed over alone.
He knew that the Emperor had other armies, but he refused to give them to them.
Hundreds of thousands of rebels were about to march into the hinterland of the Central Plains.
Your expression remained unchanged as usual.
Just like back then.
You didn't stop training the army, you turned around and looked at the scattered five thousand soldiers, silently heading to the last city.
You will guard this city and begin to train your soldiers. As far as you can see, the old soldiers are already fifty years old, while the young soldiers are only twelve years old. They are wearing the clothes left behind by the soldiers who died in battle. They are loose and their faces are yellow from hunger.
The yellow soil in the sky fluttered.
On the Drill Ground, you look around.
Five thousand soldiers stood in front of you, but you only saw five thousand weak commoners.
At that moment, his gaze was complicated.
You know,
This was the army the Emperor had given him.
You turned around and looked outside the city walls, hundreds of miles away.
There were hundreds of thousands of bandits in the mountains.
In their eyes, you could see the evasive gazes of the soldiers. They were very afraid. You knew that it was time for you to take the oath. So you told them that you would restore the mountains and rivers and fight for peace for the country behind you and for your fellow countrymen.
The young soldier looked at you timidly. He was wearing a helmet that was much larger than his head. He asked you in a crooked voice,"Will we win?" You touch his head and say yes with a smile. You'd better take a look at the country behind you, wave the flag and set off.
You're not stupid. You know there's no hope, but you still have to train the army. For the sake of these old and weak soldiers, you began to reorganize your armaments, supervise the production of firearms, and train your tactics. You want to fight for the country behind you.
Because of the great disaster, the city was filled with people starving to death and the plague was everywhere. In the middle of the night, you were still tiredly leading a doctor to govern, but the imperial court did not allocate any more medicine, and the Ministry of War urged you to come out of seclusion and fight the rebels to death.
You have just arrived in this city and the army has only trained a little. There is no medicine. You have received the order from the Ministry of War to lead the old, weak, and sick soldiers and set off again.
On the screen.
You are old and exhausted.
However, there was no dejection in his eyes. Instead, there was fighting spirit in his eyes as he trained the soldiers.
However, no one saw the desolation in your eyes.
At this moment.
Big Ming.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was watching the scene, fell silent.
In such a chaotic world, this scholar still risked everything to carry the hope of his country.
He only had five thousand old and weak soldiers.
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The stocktaking continued.
On the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings, lines of words slowly appeared along with a blurry image.
You were prepared to die for your country and did your best to bring peace to the world. On this day, you brought 5,000 old, weak, sick, and disabled people and left the garrison city to face the enemy.
More than 200,000 rebels rushed out of the pass like a tide. You looked back at the soldiers behind you one last time, at the old soldiers, and at the children who were still wearing helmets and had fear in their eyes.
At that moment, you were heartbroken and uncomfortable. You were not afraid of death, but you were most afraid that these children would not be able to fulfill your young aspirations.
I owe too much
The scene appeared.
The battlefield was desolate and filled with dust.
The 200,000 strong army surged over like a tide.
The sounds of battle shook the heavens and earth, and even you, who are deaf, could hear it clearly.
Behind them were five thousand old, weak, sick, and disabled soldiers who had yet to be trained.
Your eyes were filled with vicissitudes and exhaustion, leaving only the final light of determination in them.
This is a bloody battle without any suspense. As the commander, you should be guarding the rear, but you didn't do so. Instead, you drew your sword and led the soldiers behind you to charge forward. You wanted to give them one last trace of courage.
There were too many enemies. You, who was old, used all your strength to kill them with your sword. Some of the traitors held their heads out, while others held wooden sticks. They looked so ridiculous, but they were like a tide. As soon as the front line came into contact with them, they collapsed. You faced the traitors alone, gritted your teeth, and resolutely killed them.
On the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings, a blurry figure appeared.
You finally put on your armor and tried to straighten your body.
Facing more than 200,000 rebels, you take the lead and draw your sword.
Enemies came from all directions like a tide, almost drowning you.
Surrounded by a suffocating despair, your horse has already been killed, and your feet have also been hit by swords.
However, you allowed the hideous wounds and blood to flow freely. Your old and wrinkled hands gripped the longsword tightly.
He waved it again and again.
The bleeding has increased the loss of strength. Your left leg is almost cut off, and your left arm has been hit by the hoe until it can't move.
But you only limped and swayed for a moment, then gritted your teeth and fought with your life on the line with a pale face.
You knew that you could no longer leave this battlefield alive. The shouts and the waving of swords and sabers, the sound of cannons and arrows, made you hear vague sounds. At this moment, the voice of your childhood rang in your ears again. It was the voice of your teacher in the past. He asked you, the court is in a precarious situation. Will you regret staking everything on this?
On the battlefield, you could only watch as your chest was pierced by a knife and blood gushed out of your throat. You could only shake your head and say that you were loyal to the people of this world and that you wanted them to live.
The enemy's cold blade pierced through your chest. Your left leg had been cut off, and blood was gushing out. You staggered but did not fall. Your lower back was cut open again, and a shocking red color stained your chest from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes were bloodshot, and there were traces of blood. When you saw the chaotic blades coming at you, you finally roared, Fight!
you were dead
At this moment.
In the image, the blurry battlefield was extremely tragic.
However, in the end, you still used all your strength, raised your weapon, and roared angrily.
Fight!
The rebel army broke through one side, but the emperor suspected that you didn't die in battle. He only thought that you had escaped and didn't give you any shade.
On the fifth day after you died in battle, the city behind you fell. Your wife and two daughters committed suicide by jumping into a well. Your eight-year-old son jumped over the wall and escaped into a residential area. He was adopted by an old man. His eldest son was so sad that he rushed thousands of miles to come here and took away the bodies of your wife and daughter and your younger brother.
At this moment, you seem to have returned to the past. You looked at the endless chaos, the world was muddled, you said you wanted to change, but you couldn't see clearly. There was only chaos.
After dying for this dynasty, the emperor thought you ran away
At this moment.
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