Zhao Huan walked over and saw a man standing in front of a house whose roof had been burned down. The man was covered in wounds and his eyes were bloodshot.
You could tell from his appearance that he was blind and could not see anything.
He was only using one hand to support the blackened door frame, while tightly gripping a knife he had somehow acquired in the other.
"You beasts! Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll fight you to the death! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
His face was as pale as paper, he was extremely weak and helpless, yet he also possessed a fierce spirit, like a wounded wolf.
I don't know what gave him the strength to stand there, so stubborn even as his life hung in the balance.
Beneath the collapsed beams, there was a person—a woman. She was trapped underneath, motionless, her entire body frozen stiff.
The woman's face held a frozen smile as she smiled at the child in her arms, tears already frozen in the corners of her eyes.
There were three Xia Jun corpses in front of the man, and it was initially determined that they were all murdered.
He paid a heavy price for killing those three Xia soldiers.
One of his legs was pierced through by a gun, and he had been slashed countless times.
Ordinary people would have died long ago, but he is still alive.
"Our Song Emperor has personally led the expedition. He will not abandon us; he will come to our rescue. Your days are numbered..."
The man said viciously.
Zhao Huan was taken aback upon hearing this, and his nose felt slightly sore.
This man, whose name Zhao Huan did not know, was now delirious.
He lived on by his last obsession, which was the children who were still alive behind him.
The mother died protecting her child.
Women are inherently gentle, but become strong when they become mothers.
She was an ordinary person, but a great mother.
He was an ordinary person, but a great father.
After all, he was just a mortal being, and life had already completely drained from his body.
He fell forward unwillingly.
Zhao Huan rushed forward and helped the man up.
The surrounding generals were so frightened that they shouted, "Your Majesty, be careful!"
Worried about injuring Zhao Huan, Yue Fei could only grab the man's knife-wielding hand with one hand to prevent him from doing anything.
The touch was icy; the man's body was completely cold.
He had used up all his strength.
"I am late, I am sorry."
Zhao Huan felt the man's body twitch slightly, and there seemed to be a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, but his face was already stiff and showed no change.
"Child...child..."
Zhao Huan wasn't sure if he had misheard, but he heard a very faint sound that was instantly swallowed by the wind.
Yue Fei said from the side, "Your Majesty, please take care of your health."
Zhao Huan put the man down and went inside.
He touched the child on the ground; the child was still warm and had a faint breath; the child was still alive.
Zhao Huan said, "Quickly move these aside!"
Immediately, some soldiers came up and began to carefully remove the objects that were pressing down on the woman.
Those things weighed several hundred kilograms, which is definitely too heavy for a normal person to bear.
But the woman had been bearing this burden for an unknown amount of time. She supported herself on the ground with both hands, leaving a space for her child.
She couldn't free her hands.
She could only wait for her husband to drive away the enemies and help her rescue her child.
Sadly, her husband, who was right in front of her, was unable to save her and their child until they froze to death.
Her whole body was frozen stiff.
After the soldiers removed the things that were pressing on her, they lifted her to the side, and Zhao Huan picked up the child from the ground.
This is a boy who is only about three years old. His left leg was crushed and mangled, and he survived for an unknown amount of time in the cold wind, but miraculously he survived.
A ray of morning sun pierced through the thick clouds, casting its rays down onto the abandoned rooftop and illuminating the boy's face with a soft golden hue.
Zhao Huan took off his cloak and wrapped it around the child, then ordered, "Bohan, quickly take this child to get treatment."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Bohan carefully took the child and quickly ran towards the center of the city.
Children are the future of the Song Dynasty.
Ancient Egypt is now only known for its pyramids under the setting sun, which serve as a reminder for future generations. The once magnificent ancient Babylon is now buried in the earth, and India, which established the powerful Mauryan dynasty, has long since been transformed beyond recognition.
Even the mighty Roman Empire collapsed amidst the howls of barbarians, and the empire's last glory became a yellowed scroll with the fall of Constantinople.
Only China, from a time of passive governance to a period of resurgence, has achieved this remarkable transformation.
No matter how many times the heavens and earth collapse, the sun and moon set, or mountains and rivers crumble, it remains steadfast and unyielding.
China's history is a tragic yet vast and magnificent epic scroll.
Isn't the reason why a glorious civilization can continue is precisely because of the power of inheritance?
Children are the future.
The ancient bloodline has been passed down from generation to generation without ever being broken.
As long as there are children, no matter how much darkness there is, the sun will eventually rise.
Zhao Huan wanted to use his generation to eradicate all threats to China.
This is also the mission of those born in times of war; no matter how many people die, they must carry it out.
It's all so that future generations can enjoy the air of peace.
"Wang Kui'an, go and see that child. After he has recovered from his injuries, send someone to escort him back to the palace and hand him over to the Empress to raise."
"yes!"
The soldiers around him were filled with doubt. They couldn't understand why the emperor cared so much about the child of an ordinary citizen, but they were also deeply moved.
After surveying the area, Zhao Huan exclaimed, "My sons, do you know why I am personally leading this expedition?"
A soldier with a blood-covered face boldly declared, "The Xia bandits have repeatedly invaded our borders. The Emperor, being benevolent, does not wish to see the people on the borders suffer. To boost morale, he has personally led an expedition to the Northwest. We are willing to fight to the death with our Emperor!"
Another soldier, mustering his courage, declared, "I am willing to go through fire and water for the Emperor!"
Everyone around began to swear an oath, and their shouts inspired the Song soldiers further away, who also began to shout.
The shouts of the Song army were like a mountain torrent or a tsunami.
At that moment, Zhao Huan felt invincible!
Zhao Huan felt as if he could pluck the sun and moon from the sky, cause mountains and rivers to sink, and break up rivers.
The emperor raised his hand, signaling them to stop.
The people around gradually stopped and listened attentively to the emperor's words.
The emperor braced himself against the ground with his sword and roared, "I will use our generation to finish all the wars! Afterwards, our children and our children's children will no longer have to live in fear of war. They can live in a world without war! This is the mission of our generation! No matter how much blood is shed, I will fight the enemy to the bitter end!"
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