I, Xin Qiji, have been resisting gold since I was twenty years old, and it has been twenty years since then. Ancient sages have clouds, and forty is not confused. I'm just a military commander of DaSong. I can unswervingly kill the enemy and serve my country with my death, but what about traitors and thieves! It's all the sores on DaSong's body. How can I eradicate them myself?
I called for the Northern Expedition many times, but I was repeatedly rejected and hit. I was defeated again and again, and the land was decreasing day by day, and the annual supply was year after year! I often think of how many brothers and sisters of my Han family died in the battlefield, but in exchange, the slaves in the north were more rampant and the court was more cowardly! When will the Central Plains be recovered? When will the shame be cleared?
I picked up a cup and gulped it down, which made me more worried. However, I only hope this wine will keep me awake, because I don't want to see slaves in the north take it away from me in my original land! Let me sleep, I don't want to be sad anymore, for God's sake! Please let me sleep for a while, and let me wake up when Julian Waghann decides the northern Central Plains! !
In front of my eyes, only the faint light of a nearby oil lamp is still faintly visible. I stroked the sword on the table, it had lost its luster.
Killed millions of Land Rover soldiers, and the sword around his waist was still bleeding. What a country thief in power! Can only be guilty!
"Oooo ..." A heavy and powerful voice came, ah! This is my DaSong bugle! How many years, I haven't heard of it, but I'm still so familiar with it. I saw millions of heroes marching out of the camp, and the cook gave them the cut beef piece by piece. One by one, the soldiers put it into the bag. Then, instead of laughing and rambling, they lined up neatly, clutching weapons in their hands and showing confident and indifferent expressions on their faces. Millions of troops are so quiet! Suddenly, the drums, with the momentum of pressing the mountain, shook and the earth trembled!
I saw a general wearing heavy armor and full of heroic spirit. He stepped onto the soldier's altar. He drew his sword, scratched on the ground for half a month, raised it to the sky and shouted:
Destroy Land Rover and recover the Central Plains, only today! Battlefield retreat! The back team cuts the front team!
Above the altar of war, in the Great Song Dynasty, between heaven and earth, mountains and rivers shook and plants were tempted. The voice of the oath, with a hundred years of shame and anger, echoed for a long time, as if it were for the adherents in the south who looked up to Julian Waghann and the cruel and hateful slaves in the north! I heard everything!
Wan! Such as thunder and lightning, the wind is not as fast as chi, with the momentum of crushing mountains and rivers, roared to the north, only to see archers pull the iron bow into a full moon, and the sound of "whoosh-whoosh" shook the strings, like tens of thousands of Hei Hu, trying to tear up the slaves in the north, and the arrows covered the sky, and the light was hard to see!
I watched my Han idlers fight with slaves in the north. In my army, there is no timidity, no retreat, only courage, only charge! They will embark on the road of the Central Plains! The road to China's rejuvenation! All obstacles in the world have been eliminated!
Holding a sword, wearing leather armor, chariots crisscross, sword and blade. Enemy, the flag is like a dark cloud and the arrow is on the string.
All the enemies fell at the feet of the Korean family!
Song Jun is powerful!
The Han army is mighty!
Zhongyuan! Finally healed!
Beno! Finally fired!
Roll like a god!
Make yourself famous today!
I saw the emperor wearing armor, sitting on a fine horse, paying tribute to all the people in the Central Plains:
Today, I have cleared China's century-old shame! Those who openly commit crimes against the Han people will be punished far away!
People cheer, soldiers and generals cheer! I couldn't control my tears, and I began to cry excitedly. ...
Suddenly a gust of wind blew away the cheers and victories in front of me and fascinated my eyes. When I opened it again, I found myself sitting at the table with a glass in my hand and an oil lamp that had been out for a long time in front of me. It turns out that glory is a dream, and I smile bitterly. Or maybe I cried! I can't tell.
The name of the Central Plains has been renamed successfully, and I will never wake up in my original dream again!
I spread out a piece of paper, a stroke of a pen:
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to cross the Great Wall, and autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
I froze for a moment, and tears had fallen on the paper. Spread out, spread out!
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. But alas! White hair is growing!