Zhuang Li waited outside for a long time before Le Zhengming came out from behind the screen. He was wearing a pure black battle robe, a copper belt with a tiger head and dragon scales around his waist, and a pair of dust-free leather boots on his feet. He was really tall, mighty and imposing.
Zhuang Li covered half his face, trying hard to suppress a laugh. It was obvious that this man had dressed up deliberately, probably wearing his most handsome clothes.
So he picked up a bright red cape casually draped on the screen and said jokingly, "Why don't you put this on too?"
Le Zhengming looked at the little curly-haired boy expressionlessly, as if he didn't understand what he was saying, but his ears were red as if bleeding.
Zhuang Li turned his head away, looking outside the tent, his thin lips curled up uncontrollably. After not seeing him for so long, his lover was still so carefree.
Silence spread between the two of them. The atmosphere seemed a little awkward, but also revealed a kind of joy and intimacy that ordinary people could hardly understand.
At this moment, there was a clamor outside asking to see the general, mixed with faint hoarse cries.
Zhuang Li stood up subconsciously, but his shoulder was pressed hard by his lover.
Le Zhengming instructed: "Stay here and don't move. I'll go outside to see what's going on." Finally, he grabbed the big knife on the table and strode out.
Zhuang Li stretched his neck to look outside, only to see the deserters kneeling in an open space not far away, kowtowed to the main tent, their dusty faces furrowed with tears.
"General, we are sorry for you!"
"Thank you, General, for leaving us a way out. We are deserting the battlefield and deserve death!"
"We know we were wrong, General!"
These people kowtowed and apologized, their eyes full of guilt and remorse. Many soldiers gathered around them, pointing and looking at them with contempt.
Le Zhengming raised his hand and gestured to stop, then asked in a deep voice, "Do you know where you went wrong?"
"We made a mistake in abandoning our comrades." One of the deserters muttered with his head down.
"No, you still don't understand where you went wrong. It wasn't your comrades you abandoned, it was your family. You fled the battlefield hoping to return home to reunite with your wives and children, right? But do you know that in Guancheng, behind you, there are hundreds of thousands of civilians who are also someone else's father, wife, and son.
"We can certainly retreat today and abandon Guancheng.
"However, after the Jie people broke through Guancheng, would they give up their ambition to annex Wei? No, this great victory will only ignite their desires, stimulate their ambitions, and make them even more crazy.
"Guess what they're going to do next?"
The soldiers looked at each other, their lips trembling slightly, as if they had already thought of the terrible answer.
Le Zhengming emphasized, "That's right, just as you thought. They will continue to advance, marching straight into our counties and our capital, crushing the mountains and rivers of Wei. There are our fathers, mothers, wives, and children!"
"Today we gave up Guandu and Guancheng. So tomorrow, will we also give up the capital and all the counties? Then, who will protect our fathers, mothers, wives, and children? What's the point of you fleeing back to reunite with them?"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers all wondered: "Yes, if even we, the warriors defending against foreign enemies, desert, how can Wei be a safe haven? What are we serving in the army for? If we flee, and our relatives back home are slaughtered by foreigners, who will come to their rescue?"
For a moment, the noisy military camp was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
After a long while, one of the deserters covered his face and burst into tears, feeling so ashamed that he could not face anyone.
More cries mixed in intermittently, forming a torrent of grief and regret.
Le Zhengming plunged his sword into the ground and swore, "I, Le Zhengming, will defend Guandu to the death. Those who want to leave may do so now, and I will not stop them. Those who want to stay will fight me to the last drop of blood! I will die for my compatriots, and to protect my homeland and my loved ones. I have no regrets!"
The big knife made a long clanging sound and sank seven or eight inches into the ground, directly piercing through a rock buried there.
They looked at the trembling sword handles, then at the general's rock-hard face. Then, one after another, they drew their swords, raised them high into the air, and roared, "We are willing to follow the general and fight to the death at Guandu! We will never retreat!"
The huge sound waves rushed into the sky, scaring away the vultures circling in the air waiting to peck at the corpse.
These faces, covered in dust, blood, and smoke, eventually became a towering Great Wall. Unless the enemy chopped them all off, this Great Wall would always keep danger out of the reach of the people.
Zhuang Li silently watched this scene from behind the door curtain, his eyes moist and his heart pounding. This was his lover, with a will of steel, courage that defied death, and a sense of mission to protect this part of the world.
"System," he asked in his mind, "Does the Ninth Prince, chosen by the Lord God, have such a broad mind and courage?"
7480 hesitated for a long time before saying, "Of course the Ninth Prince has the courage and vision to do so."
"Yes, his ambition is to persecute loyal officials, and his courage is to collude with foreign enemies and betray the country. He is truly outstanding." Zhuang Li gently stroked the corners of his lips with his fingertips and said with interest: "I am a little fond of the Ninth Prince."
7480's knees went weak and he almost fell to his knees.
This sentence structure is too familiar. Once the host says in a sarcastic tone that he likes someone, that person is bound to be in big trouble!
No, no, the Ninth Prince is far away in Guancheng. The host won't be able to see him at all. Moreover, the Jie army will attack in three days. The host has no chance of survival. He is deliberately scaring people. He will die soon!
Thinking of this, 7480 slowly regained his composure.
It would be strange if 40,000 troops could win against an army of 180,000!
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Le Zhengming had a strong personal charm and was able to stabilize the military spirit and boost morale with just a few words.
But that night, he did something that made him feel guilty: he left Curly to sleep in his tent, and in the middle of the night, he wrapped him in a blanket, bypassed the patrolling soldiers, and rode his horse into the dense forest five miles away.
"See this road? Follow it for another seven or eight miles and you'll find a small village. Rest well in the village for half the night. After daybreak, hire a driver to take you to Guancheng, then take a detour to Kaifeng, which will be safer there. Guandu is often the site of wars, and the wild animals in the forest have all fled, so you don't have to worry about encountering any danger. This package contains several gold and silver ingots, a bag of pearls, and a bag of gems. If you spend them sparingly, it's enough to last you a lifetime."
Le Zhengming carried the sleepy little Curly onto the horse's back, wrapped him in a blanket, and urged him, "Hurry up and live well."
Zhuang Li, who originally thought his lover had left him in the tent just to play with a gun, said: "..."
7480 was filled with righteous indignation: "Fuck you! I want to report Le Zhengming! He's actually committing favoritism and corruption! What do you mean by refusing to retreat? Bah!"
Zhuang Li was equally disappointed and annoyed. He asked with a half-smile on his lips, "You want me to escape alone?"
"You are still young, it's not worth it for you to die here." Le Zhengming slapped the horse's butt hard as soon as he finished speaking.
The well-trained war horses immediately rushed into the dense forest.
Zhuang Li was about to be carried away with a backward throw, but after dashing four or five meters, he let go of the reins without hesitation and fell down. Fortunately, the thick weeds on both sides of the road and the soft blanket provided some cushioning, so he was not injured.
Le Zhengming was startled and ran over quickly, holding the little curly-haired boy in his arms, and asked hurriedly: "Are you hurt? Where does it hurt? If it hurts, you must tell me!" He carefully but quickly checked the boy's vital parts, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead with fear.
Zhuang Li grabbed his collar tightly and said through gritted teeth, "Don't even think about leaving me!"
"Aren't you afraid? Then I'll give you a way out." Le Zhengming held his delicate hand.
"Yes, I am afraid of death." Zhuang Li was both angry and amused. After a long pause, he said, "But if I die with you, I don't think it's bad."
"What do you mean?" Le Zhengming was stunned, his heart beating wildly.
Zhuang Li pushed him aside, climbed up, threw himself on his back, and ordered, "I mean you must take me back! Wherever you are, I will be there."
Le Zhengming was still squatting on the ground motionless, a vague idea flashing in his mind, making him ecstatic and terrified.
Zhuang Li squeezed his neck hard, urging him impatiently, "Are you leaving or not? Look at me, am I handsome? There's war everywhere these days, and you're giving me so much gold and silver. Are you so sure I won't run into any bad guys?"
Le Zhengming's body stiffened, then he immediately came to his senses. Yes, the world is in chaos, rituals and music are in decline, and the foreign tribes outside the Great Wall are invading the Central Plains en masse. They are a pack of wild beasts, killing and chopping anyone they see. Even beautiful men and women are captured and raised like livestock.
Little Curly is extremely handsome. What would happen if he met those barbarians?
Le Zhengming didn't dare to think too deeply, but he didn't immediately stand up with the little curly hair on his back. Instead, he said patiently: "Get off my back first."
"I won't." Zhuang Li tightened his grip on his lover's neck.
Le Zhengming was almost breathless, but he wasn't angry at all. He even chuckled softly. He could only support Curly's butt with one hand and fumbled around on the ground with the other. Finally, he found the blanket, swung it over his back, and wrapped Curly around him. Then he stood up and walked forward.
It was chilly at night and he was afraid that the little curly-haired boy would catch a cold.
He didn't dare to speak the whole way, fearing that his previous guess was just his own delusion.
Zhuang Li tilted his head to look at him, then gently blew on his hot ears.
Le Zhengming's ears trembled, and he almost fell down, but he didn't say a word to stop him. So be it, let the little curly-haired boy do whatever he wants, anyway, he can't control it.
The warhorse ran through the woods for a while before circling back on its own, but Le Zhengming didn't ride it. He loved carrying Curly on his back, walking along the seemingly endless road engulfed by darkness. That way, time could stretch out very, very long...
However, as he was used to long-distance raids, he could still return to the camp within two quarters of an hour even if he walked slowly.
The two of them lay back down on the soft couch.
Zhuang Li naturally rolled into Le Zhengming's arms and said drowsily, "Go to sleep."
In the first half of the night, Le Zhengming placed a quilt between the two of them, separating them. He stood straight, not daring to move. But now, he couldn't control his hands that wanted to hug the little curly-haired boy, nor could he control the rapid beating of his heart for this person.
He frowned tightly for a while, then raised the corners of his lips, and thought about it for a long time before falling into a light sleep.
At the same time, Zhuang Li was having a dream with dim light and black and white tones.
In his dream, he looked through a thin crack in the door into a dim room. A woman with long hair was pinned to the ground by a tall and strong man. A white silk was quickly put on her and then tightened.
The woman's slender neck was pulled backward by the white silk, making a creepy breaking sound.
Her desperate eyes met Zhuang Li's eyes behind the door, and she shed two lines of red tears, then silently shouted: "Li'er, run!"
The man squeezed the woman's fragile neck fiercely. Veins throbbed on his forehead, and the muscles on his cheeks clenched. His face, twisted with murderous intent, was as ferocious as a demon. If he could, he would have twisted the woman's head off.
Zhuang Li was clearly a bystander, having never met the woman before, yet a wave of annihilating hatred and bone-chilling fear surged within him. He tried to obey the woman and escape this horrific nightmare, but was met with a powerful kick in the back.
This forced him to slam into the dim murder scene.
The man wasn't surprised to see him, but the woman breathed her last, desperate and unwilling breath. Her cracked eye sockets continued to ooze blood and tears, her eyeballs almost falling out, she died with her eyes open.
Zhuang Li slumped on the ground, his heart aching as if it were being cut by a thousand knives.
A tall young man came out from behind him and said with a grin, "Dad, he's peeking outside."
The man released the white silk and casually tossed the woman's body, with its neck broken, aside. He said indifferently, "Send him to the army. That way, at least he can die with dignity."
"I understand, Dad." The young man bowed and turned around, revealing a face that was 70% similar to Zhuang Li.
He raised the corners of his lips and smiled gently, but in Zhuang Li's eyes he looked like a giant python with its bloody mouth wide open and its forked tongue spitting out, almost capable of eating people.
Boundless fear exploded in Zhuang Li's heart. The next second, he opened his eyes, only to find himself tightly embraced by his lover, whose cold and trembling back was being patted over and over again by the other party.
Chapter 88 How Science Fights War 05┃7480: Even in this state, the host can still turn the tables.
"It's okay, it's okay, everything in the dream is fake." Le Zhengming gently stroked the little curly-haired boy's back, repeating the comfort over and over again.
"Everything in the dream was real," Zhuang Li raised his head, his voice extremely hoarse: "Zhuang Ran strangled my mother."
He had no doubt that the dream just now was the obsession left by the original owner in this body, and only such deep hatred could last forever.
Le Zhengming hugged the little curly-haired girl tighter, wanting to comfort her, but he was speechless. Zhuang Ran had told everyone that the eldest princess had died of illness, but anyone with a brain knew he would trade the eldest princess's life for the new emperor's trust. How could she die of illness at such a fortuitous time?
"Don't think about it anymore. Live well and live up to your mother's expectations." Le Zhengming said dryly.
"How can I live if Zhuang Ran doesn't die?" Zhuang Li looked up at Le Zhengming, but there was no trace of tears on his face. Instead, he had a strange smile on his face.
"Zhuang Ran, Zhuang Xu, the Ninth Prince, and the New Emperor, they must die!" Zhuang Li half-sat up, his tone stern. "Look at what a bunch of beasts the people you serve are. They even kill their own wives and children; they exploit and oppress the people like cattle; and for a little power, they wantonly persecute loyal officials, causing the country to shatter and the state to turmoil. Is it worth fighting for them to death?"
"I'm not fighting for them, I'm fighting for the people." Le Zhengming also half-sat up, silently adding in his heart: This is also for you. If I don't fight, who will protect you?
"Those are the new emperor's people, not yours." Zhuang Li sneered.
"I can make them my people." Facing this person, Le Zhengming revealed his ambition for the first time.
Yes, he had long been utterly disappointed with this decadent dynasty, and had long desired to overthrow the old ways and bring about a complete overthrow. Unfortunately, his integrity and bravery were ultimately no match for the cunning and despicable actions of some. To eliminate him, they were willing to take hundreds of thousands of civilians hostage, to use them as pawns.
When he retreats, the people die; when he dies, the people live.
Le Zhengming already had the answer in his mind as to what choice to make.
He looked at Curly nervously, waiting for his reaction. With half royal blood flowing through their bodies, they should have been enemies.
Zhuang Li, however, chuckled joyfully in this depressing moment. He had always known that his lover possessed a strong sense of mission, yet also possessed a cold and decisive spirit. He would not sacrifice his loyalty to a corrupt dynasty; his loyalty lay solely with this land, for he was its deity.
The more he got to know this man, the more Zhuang Li fell in love with him. He reached out and hugged Le Zhengming's neck, kissing his thin lips without hesitation.
Le Zhengming was stunned.
Zhuang Li took advantage of the situation to pry open his teeth, marched straight in, and conquered the city...
Le Zhengming pushed Curly away, then stretched out his hands to hug her tighter. Now, the two of them were completely inseparable.
"What are you doing?" Le Zhengming asked breathlessly.
"We are all dying, aren't we? Why are you still worrying about so many things? Why not enjoy yourself while you can?" Zhuang Li smiled and bit his hot ear. His voice was low and hoarse, revealing endless temptation.
So, Le Zhengming also lost his mind at this moment, like a ferocious beast that was awakened, and couldn't wait to bite his prey.
A line of fire snake shot up into the air and was about to explode into gorgeous fireworks, but it stopped abruptly at the most beautiful moment.
Zhuang Li suddenly pushed Le Zhengming away and panted, "Do you want to live with me?"
"Of course." Le Zhengming's eyes were bloodshot, and veins popped out on his forehead. He was clearly in so much pain he was about to explode, but he didn't dare move. He was afraid he would hurt the little curly-haired boy.
"Very good, since you want to live with me, you have to listen to me in everything starting from tomorrow. I tell you to go east, you can't go west, do you hear me?" Zhuang Li tapped his lover's sweaty chest with his fingertips and asked with a stronger tone.
"Okay, I'll listen to you in everything." Le Zhengming tried his best to endure the burning sensation in his body. His urgent desire made it impossible for him to refuse any of Curly's requests.
Zhuang Li then reached out and hugged his lover back into his arms, kissed his hot, red ears, and murmured, "Be good."
---
The next day, Le Zhengming stood by the bed, looking at the messy bedding and the boy wrapped in the bedding, who was as white as snow, with shock on his face.
"I, we..." he began incoherently.
"Bring me paper and pen. I'll draw a battle formation for you. You lead the soldiers in training first. When the Jie people attack, you must fight according to my battle formation. Do you understand?" Zhuang Li grabbed a robe that his lover had casually draped over the edge of the couch and draped it over his shoulders.
The black cloth set off his snow-white skin and the marks on it, and the picture was both breathtakingly and dazzlingly beautiful.
Le Zhengming was stunned again. After a long while, he shook his head and said, "Don't joke about military affairs..."
"What did you promise me yesterday?" Zhuang Li raised his chin slightly, clasped his arms, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Le Zhengming, who had to admit his guilt after eating and drinking, said: "..."
"I said, if we die, we die together. I won't joke about our lives. Do you believe me?" Zhuang Li asked aggressively.
The last sentence prompted Le Zhengming to nod without hesitation: "I believe you! I'll get paper and pen." After saying that, he turned and went to the outer room.
He wasn't blinded by beauty, nor was he completely giving up hope of living. When the young man questioned whether he believed in himself, a voice suddenly emerged in his mind.
The voice was extremely firm and urgent, repeating over and over again: "Believe in him, believe in him! Don't have the slightest doubt. Believe in him..."
So he handed over the paper and pen like a madman, and at the same time, he tied his life and the lives of 40,000 soldiers to this man.
Witnessing all this, 7480 sneered disdainfully, "Master, you've even resorted to honey traps. You're really going from bad to worse. I want to see how you win this battle."
---
At the same time, Zhuang Ran, who was far away in Guancheng, said in a calm tone: "This time, Le Zhengming will definitely die."
The Ninth Prince chuckled as he held his teacup. "Forty thousand remnants of the army against one hundred and eighty thousand brave cavalrymen, he is indeed very courageous."
Zhuang Xu, who was sitting at the bottom, warned gently, "The Jie people are known to be treacherous and cunning. Even if they reach an agreement with us, they may not abide by it. We can leave Guancheng to Xu Hui to prevent the Jie people from dividing their forces and attacking us."
The Ninth Prince looked at Zhuang Xu with admiration. "Mu Yun (Zhuang Xu's courtesy name) is truly thoughtful. After lunch, we will lead our troops back to Kaifeng."
The three of them reached an agreement and then waited quietly for news of Le Zhengming's death.
As early as the first time he saw Le Zhengming, Zhuang Xu had warned the Ninth Prince: "This man has an unusual appearance. Every time I see him, I feel uneasy. I am afraid he is not a good person. Please get rid of him as soon as possible."
At that time, Le Zhengming was just a fledgling deputy general, and Zhuang Xu was only thirteen years old and had never been famous in public.
Three years later, one of them became a commander of a million troops, and the other became a successful follower of the emperor and rose to prominence.
Facts proved that both men were no ordinary men. Unfortunately, Le Zhengming was brave but not wise, and he repeatedly fell into Zhuang Xu's schemes, his military power was continuously reduced, and he ultimately suffered a crushing defeat. Zhuang Xu, on the other hand, was a master of foresight, and his every move was carefully planned, without any mistakes.
The question of who is stronger between the two finally came to light at this moment.
"Duke Zhuang, you gave birth to a good son." The ninth prince sighed sincerely.
Sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, Zhuang Ran bowed and said with a smile: "Your Highness is too kind. Xu'er is still young and needs experience. Please bear with me in the future." Although he said so, his eyes were full of pride as a father.
As for his other son, he wished he could strangle him to death with his own hands.
---
After three days of training, Le Zhengming's army had mastered the traditional crescent formation, and the Jie tribe attacked at just that moment. The sound of war drums rumbled like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth, crushing them.
Le Zhengming quickly ordered his troops to go to war, but Zhuang Li was grabbed by the waist by a strong man and put on a horse, running towards the mountain road.
"The general asked me to deliver a battle report to Guancheng and take you with me. There may be a war disaster in Guancheng. If you believe the general's judgment, find a place to dismount halfway and live in a remote village. Don't think about the past. From now on, you are not the eldest princess's son, nor a young marquis. You are just a commoner." The strong man explained while riding his horse.
7480 was furious and yelled in frustration, "Ahhhhh, Le Zhengming, you idiot! You're ruining my plan!"
Zhuang Li couldn't break free from the strong man's grip, so he had to persuade him, "It's not too late for us to stay and see how the battle goes before we leave. Don't you care about the general's safety?"
As expected, the strong man hesitated and ran for a while before tightening the reins and turning back.
The two men stood on a high hill and looked down. On the lower slope, the two armies were gradually converging. The larger army formed a square formation and charged forward, while the smaller army gradually formed a crescent moon as it rushed, blocking the square formation and then surrounding it.
The red and blue battle robes were mixed together, and could be clearly seen with the naked eye. The red color was about to merge into an ocean, destroying the blue full moon.
The disparity in numbers is a huge gap that is difficult to bridge.
Zhuang Li took a quick look and said, "It seems that only 80,000 of the 180,000 Jie troops have arrived. Where did the other 100,000 go?"
"Oh no! Could they have taken a detour to Guancheng?" The strong man was shocked.
"Two people riding one horse can't go fast. You go and deliver the letter alone. I'll wait for you here." Zhuang Li waved his hand.
The battle situation was urgent, and the strong man would not refuse at all. He gave a hasty instruction and then mounted his horse and ran away at a very fast speed.
Zhuang Li watched the strong man disappear on the rugged mountain road, then stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at the battlefield below.
The red and blue colors have collided with each other. One side has a large number of people and is strong; the other side forms a semicircle and seems very weak.
7480 said with a grin, "Master, Le Zhengming will die soon. How do you feel now? Seeing his headless body, will you be sad? Will you cry? Will you collapse? Ah, just thinking of your desperate look makes me want to fly with joy."
As 7480 spoke, his short, fat hands transformed into a pair of bird wings, which fluttered around the small, dark room. He hadn't been this happy in a long time.
Zhuang Li ignored it, just curled the corners of his lips and smiled quietly.
The Wei soldiers fighting on the battlefield had long been prepared for death, and naturally showed no fear as they charged. They hacked at every enemy that swam before them, but everywhere they looked, there were even more enemies, densely packed together, standing side by side. They roared and howled.
The crowds and voices that gathered into a torrent could shake the heaven and earth.
The fear was only for a moment. When the Wei soldiers saw General Le Zheng fighting at the front, a sense of fearlessness and heroism surged in their hearts.
"Kill, brothers! Kill all the Jie people!" They raised their swords and roared.
Then they slaughtered and slaughtered, and within an hour, the Jie army of 80,000 was reduced to a mere remnant. These remnants, holding tattered Jie wolf flags, stepped on the corpses of their comrades as they fled down the hillside in panic.
Some stumbled over and over, falling several times; some dropped their weapons and weapons and fled in panic; others fell directly from their horses, breaking their necks. They were so engulfed in the killing that they were unable to organize another attack.
This battle, which was originally a losing battle, ended just like that.
The Wei soldiers who had no idea what was happening: "..."
After killing the enemy, Le Zhengming wanted to take a breath and continue fighting: "..."
They seemed, as if, victorious?
Everyone looked around, trying to find their companions. They had originally thought that with 40,000 men against an army of 80,000, only a few of their own would be killed, and Wei would undoubtedly face a crushing defeat. But what they saw was completely different from their expectations.
They were surrounded by comrades in blue uniforms. Familiar faces looked around in amazement, then shouted the names of those close to them:
"Liu Daniu! Are you there?"
"I am here!"
"Er Gouzi, Er Gouzi from Zhaojiazhuang, are you there?"
"I am here!"
"Pang Fu, are you there?"
"I'm here too!"
Many people survived and did not become piles of corpses.
Finally, when the battle damage report was submitted, Le Zhengming was surprised to find that only 27,000 of his 40,000 troops were left.
If one third of an army's soldiers died in a war, the loss would be huge. But if you look back at the Jie army, which originally had as many as 80,000 soldiers but now only had a few thousand left, this loss is simply not worth mentioning.
They had won, and they had won so beautifully, so quickly, so... inexplicably.
While the Wei soldiers on the battlefield were scratching their heads in confusion, Zhuang Li was already walking slowly down the mountain with his hands behind his back.
7480: “…”
Kneel, kneel! Even after all this, the host can still turn the tables?!
From their high vantage point, 7480 could see more clearly than anyone else. The Jie tribe indeed outnumbered the Wei soldiers by a factor of two. But for some reason, they could only linger in place, unable to advance. When the Wei soldiers attacked them frantically, they could only struggle to defend themselves, unable to dodge at all.
To put it more bluntly, they are like a group of sheep that, when surrounded by wolves, can only bleat and are unable to even bite back.
But God knows, in the script written by the Lord God, these Jie people were nothing more than a group of wild beasts. Wherever they passed, rivers of blood flowed, and no grass grew! They killed gods and Buddhas, and only when they confronted the Ninth Prince were they stopped outside the capital. Ultimately, they signed a truce and left the Central Plains in disgrace.
They should have killed Le Zhengming instead of being killed by Le Zhengming's mere 40,000 troops until only a few remnants were left.
It's a mess, the plot is messed up again! What on earth did the host do?
7480 was flying around in the small dark room and accidentally hit the wall, breaking a pair of bird wings.
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