She had waited for so many days and nights, longing so much to return to Han territory.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Wang Zhaojun was still heartbroken when she heard the result.

Wang Zhaojun wiped away her tears and stood up, her frail body standing straight. Even though she was in the desert, the grace of a Han girl was still revealed.

She looked towards the Han territory, tears in her eyes: "I should have expected this. I am a girl, and I am marrying above my station in exchange for the stability of the Han Dynasty."

Every word is heart-wrenching and every voice is filled with tears.

When the audience saw this, they were also moved by her righteousness.

"I really want to hug her. It's so heartbreaking."

"A Han Chinese, having journeyed to the desert to stabilize the Han dynasty and secure peace, now yearns to return to Han territory, only to be coldly rejected."

"The mighty Han Dynasty, with its majestic power, actually had to sacrifice a woman. Haha."

"She's had a very hard life."

Sabelin was also immersed in the play, looking at the woman in front of him with sadness in his eyes.

Wang Zhaojun made so many sacrifices in her life that she died of depression at the age of 33.

This is the wheel of history, and even Sabelin cannot shake it.

"I'm tired. Leave the same way you came." Wang Zhaojun seemed to have used up all her strength to say this, then she lay on the dressing table and shook her shoulders.

"Then I'll take my leave."

The screen slowly dimmed, then went completely dark.

Then the sound of horse hooves rang out and the screen brightened.

There were shouts of killing everywhere, the yellow sand was stained with blood, and the scene was devastated.

Countless corpses were piled up, thick smoke was billowing, and flags were fluttering.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, shaking the soul.

Swords, spears, halberds, and golden spears clashed, and fierce shouts of killing swirled over the desert.

"Is this a movie? The budget is burning!"

"This battlefield looks so real."

"Is this the Battle of Hexi?" The audience was shocked by the scene.

Sabelin appeared, walking forward on the yellow sand.

"The horses trampled upon the fierce young men of the Xiongnu, and galloped a thousand miles past Guyan.

Break through the barriers and reach the Western Regions, and slay the generals and soldiers to fight in the North."

"How can I have a family if the Xiongnu is not yet destroyed?"

"Hello everyone, I'm Sabelin. Now, follow me as we discuss the champion marquis who drank from the vast sea and sealed the Wolf's Lair. He is the highest honor a soldier can receive—Huo Qubing!"

Torn battle robes, blood-stained broken guns, and bloody limbs can be seen everywhere.

This is a tragic battlefield.

A group of Han men dressed in black armor, holding ring-handled swords in their hands, with blood-stained robes and scars all over their bodies, their eyes showed a fearless readiness to die.

At their feet were the corpses of the Huns and the corpses of their comrades sleeping in this sandy desert.

Their war horses also fell in a pool of blood.

Yellow sand filled the sky and darkness gradually fell.

A group of vultures were standing on the dead branches, staring at the corpses on the ground. The strong smell of blood was a great temptation to them.

Many vultures swooped down, opened their sharp beaks, and pecked off the broken limbs and flesh.

This scene seemed too bloody.

Buzz!

A sound of breaking wind was heard.

A reddish-brown spear, whose original appearance could not be seen clearly, flew out from the ground and hit a vulture.

The spear had been stained with blood and dried up, leaving only the cold light shining from the tip of the spear.

The camera moves upwards along the gun body, and what comes into view is a bloody hand, followed by the appearance of a Han general.

His hand was tightly gripping the gun handle, and his armor and battle robes were no longer visible.

His face was also covered with a mixture of blood and sand.

Just through those eyes as bright as stars, one can tell that he is a handsome young man who still has childishness.

Then, the camera zoomed up, revealing the full picture of the battlefield.

There were corpses everywhere and smoke billowing.

Only this group of Han men were left, standing with their backs straight in the desert, looking towards the direction of Han land.

"Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever the rivers flow, all this is Han territory!"

The young man seemed to have used up his last bit of strength, pulled out the spear that was stuck in the vulture's body, and held it high above his head.

The red tassels on the spears had turned dark red, dyed with the enemy's blood.

The young man roared loudly, his voice still a little childish, but full of power.

"Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever the rivers flow, all this is Han territory!"

The soldiers following behind him also raised their ring-handled swords and shouted and roared together!

The sound seemed to pierce through the clouds and resonate for thousands of miles!

The sky, which had not yet completely darkened, suddenly regained its brightness, and a ray of golden setting sun shone upon the group of soldiers.

At this moment, they are like gods!

The tattered flags sparkled brightly in the setting sun, and remained flying despite the fierce wind.

In the distance, a large flag with the Chinese character "Han" as huge as iron painting and silver hook was floating towards this side, showing endless majesty.

The sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the moment.

The young man plunged his spear deep into the yellow sand, leaned his exhausted back against it, and watched the Han army galloping towards him.

He smiled, and it was a warm smile.

Suddenly, his fighting spirit rose, the arrogance and domineering look in his eyes grew wildly, and a strong murderous aura dissipated. The vultures that were pecking at the scraps of meat not far away fled in all directions.

The strong momentum seemed to disperse the sunset glow in the sky.

Even though he was exhausted, he still stood upright!

Pride is indestructible!

The warhorse stopped five steps away. A soldier dismounted, knelt on one knee, and looked at the young man with fanatical eyes.

"General, the enemy troops have been completely destroyed."

The young man is the General of Cavalry of the Han Dynasty - Huo Qubing!

At this time, he was only nineteen years old.

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