At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

In the eyes of the audience, perhaps this is a well-arranged line, with no trace of connection, which is extremely perfect.

But he knew that this was indeed just an accident.

Ning An looked at Wang Zhaojun with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In this way, then your wish will be fulfilled.

He stretched out his hand to hold Wang Zhaojun's soft pancreas, only to feel a soft touch like water, and then waved his hand.

A sudden wind blew up in front of her, messing up her fluttering hair, and flying wildly in the air.

Wang Zhaojun didn't struggle or speak, she believed in the man in front of her from the bottom of her heart.

The two figures disappeared into the circle of light, leaving behind two gusts of wind with a little body temperature in the empty tent, leaving a faint afterglow.

The moment the camera flickered, it changed.

Entering the eyes, it is full of scars.It was like coming to a purgatory on earth, the corpses piled up on the ground exuded a stench.

The cold wind swept in, blowing the smell of corpses into people's lungs, making them extremely disgusting.

Blood!Bright red blood! !
The yellow sand all over the sky and the huge rocks everywhere were dyed into a shocking color.

Thick smoke was billowing everywhere, roaring and screaming, banners and flags were flying on the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke, bones were piled up, and chariots and luggage were thrown away wantonly.

If you look carefully, you can find countless charred and mutilated corpses, broken battle robes, and swords falling to the ground.

The dull drumbeat sounded, like thunder falling, roaring on the battlefield.

It was horrible everywhere, and the murderous aura condensed in the air, which did not dissipate for a long time.

The audience who saw this scene were all shocked, and it took a long time to recover their calm.

"My God, is this the battlefield from the past? It's too cruel. Is this a battle fought by Huo Qubing?"

"Qilian Mountain! This is Qilian Mountain! It's the Battle of Hexi!!!"

"Losing my Qilian Mountains will make my animals invincible; losing my Yanzhi Mountains will make my married woman colorless. This is the elegy after the Huns were shot through, and it is my Huo God's achievement!!!"

"Huo Qubing, Wei Qing, uncle and nephew are legends of the Han Dynasty! They are also role models for our generation's hard work."

"I beg the anchor to be faster, let me see what my legendary Huo Shen looks like!"

Countless viewers were talking about it, and they all couldn't wait to see their God of War.

They were too eager, not because Huo Qubing was invincible in history, but because his life was too short.

He is a legend.

At the age of 17, he was appointed as Lieutenant of Yaoyao. The two battles in Hexi made the Huns even more frightened.

Since then, the Xiongnu did not dare to speak arrogantly, so they had to bow their heads and admit their mistakes, bowing their heads and proclaiming their ministers.

Played out the majesty of my Han family man, played out the majesty of my Han Dynasty heaven!
All the countries in the Western Regions surrendered and did not dare to make mistakes.

In that era, Huo Qubing was the name of God.

When all the countries heard about it, they were all frightened and defeated before fighting, and retreated three thousand miles, fearful and restless.

Looking around the world, is there anyone who can defeat him?
The Institute of History, Song Ren and Kong Mengyao looked at the screen intently.

They dislike the annoyance of disciples and grandchildren, so they simply enjoy watching together.

Song Ren stared slightly at the dilapidated and desolate battlefield in front of him, and couldn't help but sighed.

"Huo Qubing means an era."

"All the countries in the Western Regions complained that the Han Dynasty was favored by the gods. Not to mention a great general like Wei Qing, there was such a god of war as Huo Qubing. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was a great man, and Huo Qubing was invincible. Endless."

"At that time, all the countries must survive under the breath of the Han Dynasty, rely on the power of the Han Dynasty, and survive on the benevolence of the Han Emperor."

The eyes of the two old men blurred and became moist as they spoke. They seemed to have seen the Han Dynasty that once shook the world.

In the bleak desert, the figures of Ning An and Wang Zhaojun stood in the billowing smoke, out of place.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely, passing through the firelight on the ground, reflecting the breath of death.

Song Ren closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"That year, the Han Dynasty did it but kept the Dragon City flying generals, and did not teach Huma to go to Yinshan Mountain!"

"That year, the yellow sand wore golden armor in all battles, and it would not be returned until it broke through Loulan. Thousands of soldiers bloodied the battlefield, just to show the prestige of our great Han country and beat you, the thief of the Huns!"

"In that year, the Han Dynasty exhausted all their luck and met the best emperor, the best general, and the best envoy."

"That year, it was called... Hanwu Prosperity!"