Perhaps deeply influenced by his elder brother Zhang Ran, he wields his sword with unparalleled brilliance and spirit.
Before leaving, he said he would not return home until the enemy's forces were defeated.
Who would have thought that would be the last words he left behind?
That was five years ago, and Zhang Li still remembers it. Before his youngest son went to Beiliang, he was always accompanied by a young boy.
The boy always challenged him to a duel. Although he was young, his martial arts skills were remarkable, after all, he was the son of General Huwei.
I used to stand by and watch them fight with a smile on my face many times. Looking back now, it was a wonderful time.
In the prime of youth, dressed in fine clothes and riding spirited horses, we lived life to the fullest, knowing the joys and sorrows of life.
Two fine young men, one big and one small, went to the battlefield one after the other, both fighting for the greater good and for the people.
Unfortunately, his youngest son died at the hands of the Hu people not long after, and three years later, General Huwei also died in the battle in Fusang.
After that, that boy was also placed under house arrest in the capital for two years.
But now, that young man has led a large army to the Beiku Grassland, wiped out all the Hu horses, and fulfilled his son's last wish.
Past events, like a tidal wave, flooded into Zhang Li's mind and echoed in his heart.
That aged and weathered face could not withstand the overwhelming flood of memories; tears, already brimming in his eyes, silently streamed down his cheeks.
Zhang Li touched the memorial tablet and said in a trembling voice:
"Jian'er, I have good news for you. Your good friend, Qin Ze, has wiped out all the Hu horses."
"Beiliang, no, I, Daqian, will no longer suffer from the chaos of the Hu and Ma tribes. People, you can finally stop living in fear. Hehe."
Although it was laughter, it was mixed with sobs, and it sounded like crying.
Zhang Zisheng stood aside, her expression unchanged. She walked to her father's side, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and gently wiped away his tears.
Zhang Li's sobs finally turned into a full-blown cry.
"Father was wrong, Father was blindly loyal!"
"Ye'er is right. This great undertaking is really going to be defeated by her."
Zhang Zisheng's calm eyes flickered slightly as she said calmly:
"It's uncertain who will emerge victorious, but I think it's time for Qin Ze to take it."
Zhang Li's eyes were red, and he finally nodded.
"Father, send a letter to Qin Ze," Zhang Zisheng said calmly.
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P.S.: Thank you all for your encouragement! I guess I have to work harder, so here's an extra chapter today!
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