"I have decided to personally lead the Moon Guard to resist the allied forces of the three kingdoms." The Song Emperor's voice was firm and powerful, like a clear spring gushing from parched land, instantly filling the entire hall.
Every word is as hard as iron and stone, and every syllable is as stirring as a war drum.
Inside the hall, there was a deathly silence. All eyes were focused on the Song Emperor, like stars in the night sky surrounding the bright moon.
Some of those gazes were filled with doubt, some with worry, and others with admiration and trust. They seemed to be trying to see into the Song Emperor's heart, trying to understand his firm and resolute determination.
Emperor Song stood in the center of the hall, dressed in a golden dragon robe and wearing a jade crown, his expression solemn and majestic. His eyes were firm and profound, as if they could see through everything.
His hands were clenched tightly together, as if he were gripping his own destiny. Although his body did not move, his indomitable spirit was impossible to ignore.
An old minister slowly walked out of the crowd. His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes shone with wisdom.
He gave the Song Emperor a deep look, then slowly said, "Your Majesty, this journey is fraught with danger. Are you truly determined to go yourself?"
Emperor Song turned around, his gaze meeting that of the old minister. He smiled slightly and said, "My mind is made up. Only by personally going to the front lines can I inspire the people's fighting spirit and bring a glimmer of hope to the country."
The old minister remained silent for a moment, then bowed deeply: "Your Majesty is wise, and this old minister is willing to accompany you."
Emperor Song nodded, then turned his gaze to the others in the hall. They all lowered their heads, some with tears glistening in their eyes, others clenching their teeth as if making a momentous decision.
"I know this decision may surprise and puzzle many people," the Song Emperor's voice rang out again. "But I believe that only by going to the front lines myself can I bring hope to the people and a future to the country."
As soon as he finished speaking, a low murmur arose in the hall. Some agreed, some disagreed, but most expressed admiration and trust for the Song Emperor.
Because they knew that although this young emperor's rise to power was illegitimate, he possessed extraordinary wisdom and courage. He had a deep love for his country and people, and he was determined to dedicate himself to them.
Emperor Song stood in the center of the hall, like a towering mountain between heaven and earth. His gaze swept over everyone in the hall, as if to tell them: he was their emperor, their leader, and he would lead them to victory.
"I know the road ahead is fraught with difficulties and dangers," the Song Emperor's voice rang out again, but this time, it was filled with confidence and strength. "But I believe that future success will surely belong to us."
"Clap clap clap clap!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted in the hall. People applauded his determination and courage, and admired his wisdom and leadership. They knew that he would surely lead them to victory and a bright future.
As the applause subsided, Emperor Song turned and walked out of the hall. His figure appeared exceptionally tall and resolute in the hall.
His steps were not fast, but each one was filled with strength and determination. He knew that the road ahead was still full of uncertainty, but he was fully prepared mentally to lead his people to final victory.
On a dark and windy night, a shadowy figure silently disappeared deep within the palace.
That was Emperor Song, dressed in a dark cloak and wearing a black mask, embarking on an unknown journey to the front lines with a group of loyal Moon Guards.
They walked silently through the palace corridors, the floor tiles beneath their feet echoing softly, as if witnessing the silent night.
"Your Majesty, everything is ready," a Moon Guard whispered, his voice filled with deep reverence.
Emperor Song nodded slightly, a resolute glint in his eyes. He gently lifted a corner of his cloak, revealing his deep eyes, which shimmered like stars. He took a deep breath of the cold air, his face showing a determined expression.
“Let’s go,” he said softly, his voice revealing an undeniable determination.
The Moon Guards said nothing; they followed Emperor Song swiftly and orderly through the palace gates.
In the darkness of night, the cold wind howled and the branches swayed, as if bidding them farewell.
Silently, they embarked on their journey to the front lines, the familiar imperial palace behind them, and unknown dangers and challenges ahead. Emperor Song's steps were firm and powerful, as if each step was a declaration of war against fate.
Behind them lay fallen towns and suffering people. Their hearts were filled with grief and anger, but also with hope and determination. They knew that only by defeating the enemy could they save their country and their people.
Along the way, they encountered countless dangers and difficulties. In the wilderness, the cold wind howled, whipping their robes and making a rustling sound. On the rugged mountain path, they trudged on with difficulty, each step filled with hardship.
"Your Majesty, watch your step," a guard reminded him, while reaching out to support the Song Emperor.
Emperor Song smiled slightly in gratitude. He looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds were thick and the stars were dim. He knew that this journey would not be easy, but he also knew that only by forging ahead could he greet the dawn of victory.
They continued their journey, encountering countless difficulties along the way. Sometimes they had to climb steep peaks, and sometimes they had to traverse deep canyons. But no matter what difficulties they faced, Emperor Song and the Moon Guards never retreated.
During a trek through a canyon, a Moon Guard slipped and nearly fell into the abyss. Emperor Song reacted swiftly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him safely back to safety.
"Your Majesty, thank you so much for saving my life," the Moon Guard said, tears streaming down his face.
The Song Emperor gently patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "We are brothers, comrades-in-arms. On the battlefield, we must support each other and face difficulties together."
The Moon Guards nodded in unison, their eyes gleaming with determination. They knew that with a leader like Emperor Song, they had nothing to fear.
After several days of arduous travel, they finally reached the front lines. The scene before them shocked them. The battlefield was filled with smoke, ruins, and utter devastation.
Emperor Song took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with unwavering determination. He turned to the Moon Guards and said, "Our enemies are ahead, ravaging our territory and slaughtering our people. Today, we will pay for their crimes in blood!"
On the battlefield of the Moon Kingdom, the Moon Guards brandished all sorts of weapons, letting out deafening roars. Their eyes were firm and fervent, as if burning with raging flames.
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