We won that battle.
However, it was a Pyrrhic victory, with many people dying.
Zhang Ran, the eldest son of Zhang Li, the current Minister of Personnel and Minister of the Interior, died in that battle.
There are many different opinions about that battle, from the government to the common people and the countryside.
After a long pause, Jin Jianren finally spoke with a stern face:
"Tomorrow morning, assemble the troops and set off. News from Zhongnanguan will follow soon."
"If Zhongnanguan really falls."
"Then..."
"Let's fight it in Huichang."
He made a decision.
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Two days later, in the morning.
Outside Zhongnanguan, dust swirled in the air.
A large army slowly approached.
The army was large, mostly infantry, and each of them carried a long-handled broadsword, the bright blade gleaming in the sunlight.
The soldiers walked silently across the land, their faces solemn.
Despite the silence, the sight of tens of millions of people arriving had already turned the man kneeling on the city gate, his hands bound, into a trembling, bloodless state.
Sweat soaked his back and neck, his palms were ice-cold, and Jin Huan's jaw trembled as he watched the approaching army.
The young man seen in those fearful eyes was none other than one of the generals.
The last time I saw this person was more than two years ago, when he was just a promising young man.
His father died in battle, and his family was placed under house arrest in the capital. He had no soldiers and no power.
And now, he has countless troops behind him.
Beside him stood a fierce-looking general carrying two halberds on his shoulders, and a burly man with tightly closed lips and a long sword on his back.
There are many more, many more...
Behind him, the man riding a crimson steed and carrying a halberd had dismounted and respectfully called out:
"Bu Xing has lived up to expectations. Together with Li Jing and Gao Shun, he has broken through Zhongnan Pass without losing a single soldier!"
"Welcome, my lord!"
Then, the soldiers beside the city gate cheered.
The booming voices, like thunder, surrounded Jin Huan, bombarding his eardrums and making him even paler.
Having not eaten for two days, Jin Huan felt dizzy and lightheaded after being disturbed by the loud shouts.
Even so, when the person arrived, he still kowtowed to the ground and cried out:
"Your Highness...please spare my life!"
"It was a promise! It was a promise! You promised you wouldn't kill me!"
He was crying and sobbing uncontrollably as he lay on the ground.
As a pair of combat boots came into Jin Huan's line of sight while he lay prone, a deep voice followed:
"Oh? You said you wouldn't kill me?"
Jin Huan trembled and tried to lift her face to look at the person who had come.
My gaze traveled up the boots, past the armor on the chest, and down the neck.
A photo that is unkempt, yet still shows a young and handsome face.
However, the fine stubble on his chin seemed to add a touch of weathered maturity to his face, which appeared in his fearful eyes.
Qin Ze said with a smile:
"Who said that? Did I say it to you?"
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