Dream of the Central Plains
I, Xin Qiji, have been twenty years since the uprising against the Jin Dynasty at the age of twenty. The ancient sage said, "I am not confused when I am forty. I am just a general of the Song Dynasty. I can be unswerving and kill the enemy and serve the country without hesitation, but what about the traitors and traitors!" They are the sores on the body of the Song Dynasty that harm the public and enrich private interests. How can I eradicate them on my own?
I have repeatedly petitioned for the Northern Expedition, but I have been repeatedly rejected and attacked. I have been defeated one after another, and my territory has been dwindling day by day. Year after year, I have to pay more! I often think of how many loyal brothers and sisters of my Han family were buried in the battlefield, but in exchange, the Beinu became more rampant and the imperial court became more cowardly! When will the Central Plains be restored? When will the shame be washed away!
I took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, using the wine to drown my sorrows. However, I only hope that this wine can make me unconscious, because I don’t want to see Bei Nu in front of me again. My wanton seizure of the Central Plains! Let me sleep, I don't want to be sad anymore, God! Please let me sleep a little longer, and then let me wake up on the day when Wang Shibei settled in the Central Plains! !
My eyes were blurry, and only the faint light of an oil lamp next to me was still vaguely visible. I stroked the sword on the table, but it had already lost its luster.
Thousands of Hulu soldiers were killed, and the sword on their waist was still bloody. But the thieves of the country are in power! We can only blame him!
"Woo..." A heavy and powerful voice came, ah! This is the bugle sound of my Song Dynasty! I haven’t heard of it for many years, but it was still so familiar. I saw in front of me, a million-strong army marching out of the camp. The cook distributed the cut beef to them piece by piece. The soldiers packed it into their bags one after another. Then, they didn’t They were laughing and casual, but lined up neatly, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, with a confident yet indifferent expression on their faces. The army of millions was so quiet! Suddenly, the sound of drum beating, with the momentum of breaking the mountains, vibrated, and the earth trembled!
I saw a heroic general in heavy armor walking up to the military altar. He took out his sword from its sheath, scratched it on the ground for half a month, raised it to the sky, and shouted loudly. Roar:
Destroy the Huru and restore the Central Plains, today only! Those who retreat on the battlefield! The rear team kills the front team!
Above the military altar, in the Song Dynasty, between heaven and earth, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the grass and trees were moved. The voice of the oath, carrying a hundred years of shame and a hundred years of anger, echoed back for a long time, as if it wanted to be heard by the remnants of the king's master in the south and the cruel and hateful slaves of the north! Heard them all!
Thousands of horses galloping! It was as powerful as thunder and lightning, and the wind could not catch up with it. With the momentum of crushing mountains and rivers, it roared towards the north. I saw the archer pulling the iron bow into a full moon, and making a few "swish-swish" sounds, like tens of thousands of black arrows leaving the string. The fierce tiger wants to tear Beinu into pieces, its feathers and arrows cover the sky, making it difficult to see even a short sight!
I looked at the fight between my Han family sons and Beinu in front of me. In my army, there was no timidity, no retreat, only bravery, only charge! They are going to the Central Plains! The road to restoring China! All obstacles are eliminated!
Fuck Wu Ge, he was beaten by a rhinoceros, and his car was in the wrong position, so he was caught in close combat. The enemy is like clouds when the sun is blocked, and the soldiers are fighting for the lead.
All enemies fell at the feet of the Han family!
The Song army is mighty!
The Han army is mighty!
Central Plains! Finally recovered!
Bei Nu! Finally evicted!
Sweep thousands of armies! Rolls are like a mat!
Success and fame! Today!
I saw the emperor wearing battle armor, sitting on a horse, greeting all the people of the Central Plains:
Today, I have washed away the centuries-old shame of China! Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away!
The people cheered, the soldiers and generals cheered! I could no longer control my tears and cried excitedly...
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, blowing away the cheers and victory in front of me, and fascinated my eyes. When I opened them again, Only then did I realize that I was still sitting at the table, holding a wine glass in my hand, and in front of me was the oil lamp that had been extinguished for a long time. It turned out that all the glory was just a dream, and I laughed to myself. Or maybe he cried a little! Can't tell.
The restoration of the Central Plains’ name will be a success, and the original will never wake up from its dream!
I spread out a piece of paper and waved my pen:
I read the sword while drunk, and dreamed of the horn-blowing camp. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.
I paused for a moment, and the tears were already dripping on the paper, spreading out, spreading out!
The horse is flying fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death.
Poor things happen in vain