"General Jin Zhun of the Xiongnu tribe launched a mutiny, slaughtered the Xiongnu Liu royal family, proclaimed himself Heavenly King, and eyed the Jin Dynasty with covetous intent..."
"In order to resist the northern foreign tribes, the general of the Jin Dynasty took the initiative to lead troops on a northern expedition, vowing to fight the Hu people to the death."
"However, at that time, the Jin Dynasty was embroiled in the War of the Eight Princes, and the Northern Expedition was a battle where almost everyone was on the verge of death..."
"Zuo Lan, an overseas Chinese from the south, was ordered to go to war as a scout, parting from his newlywed wife to fight for his country..."
"Scouts, military reconnaissance personnel, also known as military scouts, are responsible for intelligence and reconnaissance missions. They usually wear masks and remain hidden from view..."
"The selection process for candidates is extremely rigorous; these are highly talented individuals in the military, rare indeed, and they cannot change careers, ultimately dying in battle..."
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They also revealed the identity of the man in the picture to everyone.
He was none other than Zuo Lan, a scout in the Jin Dynasty army.
This introduction also made everyone frown.
As is widely known.
In ancient China, positions related to the character "δΎ―" (hou) were almost always titles held by nobles and meritorious officials.
For example, the title of "Marquis," which was only granted to members of the imperial family and implied a rank exceeding that of a first-rank official, as well as titles such as "Military Marquis," "Marquis of a Thousand Households," and "Marquis of Ten Thousand Households"...
However, this is explained through the stage credits.
Only then did everyone realize what had happened.
The "scout" was actually an unknown person who wasn't even considered an "official".
It belongs to a position that "cannot be seen in the light of day".
But the importance of each scout soldier is no less than that of a local official.
"Overseas Chinese, Zuo Lan, scouts, resisting foreign invaders..."
Sitting in the audience, Jiang Longxing and other older members of the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce kept repeating these keywords to themselves.
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They seemed to vaguely sense Wang Yueheng's intentions, and their feelings became increasingly complicated.
Chairman Wang Zhan was even more unable to remain calm and continue sitting in his seat.
He stood up and stared at the scene on the stage, his expression one of astonishment.
They all subconsciously thought of Dr. Norland, the Chinese vice president who had just sacrificed his life overseas and a special military intelligence officer from China.
"Teacher, have you ever heard of a scout?"
"I just learned that there was such a military position in the history of China."
Tong Yue, a female student sitting next to Professor Zheng Shuangmei of the Archaeology Department, asked her teacher in a low voice, full of curiosity.
Although they are archaeology students, they are more familiar with the history of China after the Sui and Tang dynasties.
Little is known about the Jin Dynasty and even the Warring States period before that.
Yes, there was such a name a long time ago.
"However, after the Tang and Song dynasties, it was renamed 'scout' or... 'interloper'..."
The mention of the word "interloper" made Zheng Shuangmei's heart skip a beat.
When she looked at the stage again, her eyes were misty with tears.
From a certain perspective.
Her husband, Dr. Knoxland, was also a "scout" and "spy" within the Chinese military...
Until this mission, sacrificing his life overseas, he fulfilled his life's mission...
In addition, the stage credits frequently mentioned "overseas Chinese" and "northern foreigners"...
"Could it be that Wang Yueheng's latest work...?"
Zheng Shuangmei dared not continue to speculate.
But how could an ordinary singer possibly know her husband's hidden identity?
"The calligraphy of the Lanting Preface, written in running script, flows like clouds and water."
"Under the moonlight, the door opens, your footsteps are as delicate as my own."
"So busy that a thousand-year-old stele can be easily rubbed."
"Yet it's hard to capture your beauty..."
As the lines of subtitles on the stage gradually disappeared.
Wang Yueheng's gentle singing voice, accompanied by background music with an ancient Chinese style, resounded.
A gentle breeze blows through the scene.
The curtains fluttered gently.
The figure of the man in black robes disappeared from the scene at some point.
The woman in the white dress with her long hair flowing down her back still held a calligraphy brush in her hand.
At this moment, the woman looked melancholy, and every time she copied a line of characters, she couldn't help but look up into the distance.
A sudden gust of wind arose, and dark clouds loomed overhead.
The woman's hair, which was tied up in a bun, suddenly came loose, her black hair drifted down her cheeks, and tears fell like pearls from her fair face.
The once calm river became turbulent at this moment, churning and surging as it rushed into the distance.
"The shepherd's flute plays a tune, accompanied by yellow wine and a few side dishes."
"The afterglow of the setting sun is like your shy, intoxicated beauty..."
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