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

Emperor Wu of the Han waved his hand wearily, and said casually.

"No need, the affairs and battles in the army have already been recorded and the officials told me about it, so I know about it."

In the eyes of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the so-called seeing is nothing but Ning An's statement, which is more exciting at most.But as everyone knows, he has already galloped thousands of miles in his heart, vividly interpreting the scene of the decisive battle.

When Han Wudi's words fell, Ning An laughed, but he didn't explain.

Strolling in the palace, stepping lightly on the stone bricks, walked to the garden outside.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was quite curious, none of those sorcerers and alchemists could make him confide all the things in his heart like Ning An.

In his eyes, Ning An must die.

Knowing his secret, how can he live?

The previous conversation was nothing more than a game of teasing, and it was right to relieve the emperor's heart.

When Ning An stepped over the steps, fell into the mud, crossed the fence, and entered the restricted area.

A set of movements is smooth and flowing, like a habitual criminal.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty actually gave birth to a little bit of fun, but it was a little bit of fun.

If it weren't for Ning'an already knowing what he said in his heart, if it spread out, it would definitely shake the foundation of Han Zhi.Otherwise, this son's life must be spared, and it's not a bad idea to be a wonderful person.

Unfortunately, one dead.

Ning An came to the rare treasure whose name was unknown, and the flowers bloomed very lushly.

He stretched out his hand to put on the gray branch, and pressed it lightly, and the branch bent down, as soft and comfortable as a graceful waist.

Click.

A slight sound echoed in the garden, as if a taboo door had been opened, and an indifferent breath swirled in the air.

Then came the cool breeze, blowing through the garden full of flowers and trees, blowing away the flowers all over the sky.

The trees with broken branches swayed violently, as if calling in a low voice.

In the space in front of him, groups of black circles gradually emerged, and Ning An gently threw the branch in his hand into it.

The branch seemed to have entered a vortex, constantly circling, gradually expanding the black circle, and finally, it was annihilated in the darkness and turned into powder.

The scattered flowers circled back and forth in the air, as if adding a touch of embellishment to the black hole.

The entire palace seemed to have revived, a golden dragon soared into the sky, circling and roaring in the sky, majestic and domineering.

Emperor Wu of the Han stood in place, looked at the scene in front of him, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Even though his heart was startled, his expression remained unchanged.

This is the quality of an emperor.

This is the demeanor of the overlord.

Fleeing around and being frightened and intimidated is something that a subjugated king does just now.

He, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, is the emperor who wants to create the cause of the great Han Dynasty. Even if the sky looks down, it is absolutely impossible for him to bow his head!
The backbone of the Han Dynasty, you can't kneel, you can't kneel, you can't kneel!

The strange beasts on the black robe seemed to be alive one after another, and they glared at the golden dragon in the sky, without flinching or fearing.

The territory of the Han Dynasty, the Emperor of Han, is the ruler!

When the golden dragon collapsed, pictures suddenly appeared in the black hole.

It was a mountain of blood and a sea of ​​blood, yellow sand filled the air, corpses were everywhere, and the smell of blood spread wantonly, which was extremely pungent.

Finally, a wave of fluctuation appeared on the face of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Unexpectedly, there was such a fairy trick.

Could it be that he is really a person of later generations?
In future generations, everyone is like a fairy?

The tens of thousands of Han troops were all cavalry, heroic and imposing, their horses were already exhausted, and their armor was already mottled and broken, but each of them was full of fighting spirit and showed no sign of retreating.

Gold and iron horses, but that's all.

The fighting shook the sky, and the morale filled the entire desert, as if they wanted to tear the sky apart.

It seemed that at the feet of these cavalry, there was nothing that could not be conquered.

The Han army crossed Lihou Mountain, crossed the Gonglu River, and fought with King Zuoxian of the Xiongnu.

Even if the corners of the mouth are dry due to lack of water, even if the galloping face is pale, even if you are tired and weak.

But the moment he saw the Huns, they were swept away.

The flags are flying and the horns are sounding.

"kill!!!"

Endless howls mixed with the smell of blood, rushed towards the Huns together.

For the land behind us, for the wealth and honor of our descendants, and for the stability of future generations.

Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Han army were willing to stain the battlefield with blood. Even if they lost their lives here, they would have no complaints or regrets.

The leader, with a young face, was extremely ferocious. He rushed into the enemy camp and killed seven in and seven out. His body was covered in blood, but he didn't know it alone, like a machine that never tires.

Frantically harvesting the lives of the enemies.

"Qubing, my unicorn humerus!!!"

"Sir, look quickly, that's my unicorn, the backbone of the Han!!!"

The moment he saw Huo Qubing, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty instantly became excited.

Between that look and gesture, it was full of pride and pride.

As if an old father was introducing his very promising child to others, his eyes and eyebrows were full of joy.

The two armies fought, with heart-piercing roars, miserable howls of pain, and murderous roars.

Mixed with the howling wind of the desert, they were swept into the sky together. For a while, the sky was a little dark.

The black cloud was pressing down on the city and the city was about to be destroyed, and Jiaguang opened golden scales to the sun.

The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with Yanzhi and condensed night purple.

The half-rolled red flag is approaching Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the sound of cold is not heard.

Report your favor on the golden platform, and bring Yulong to die for the king.

Huo Qubing killed wantonly among the rebellious army, laughing wildly.

"When a man is born in this world, he should be so carefree. Today, let us be loyal to the great man, break through the power of the Huns for His Majesty, and let his descendants be slaves and submit to my great man!!!"

"Big man, mighty!!!"

Countless soldiers followed Huo Qubing and laughed wildly, so happy, so happy.

Killing a thief today, why waste this body?

I would like to entrust the seven-foot body to the Han Dynasty and present it to Your Majesty.

But I hope that the Han Dynasty treats our children and relatives kindly, and does not want to be full of glory and wealth. I hope that there will be no worries about food and clothing, and no worries about food and clothing!

In this way, even if you defend the frontier for the big man in the next life, you will have no regrets!
"Come on! Kill the thief and protect my territory!"

I don't know who shouted, and it echoed in this boundless desert. Thousands of soldiers rushed into the enemy's camp with one heart.

Every time he broke out, many comrades around him fell down, and countless people stayed in the years just now forever, and their lives stayed until that moment.

But they had no fear, no regrets, and no retreat.

His eyes were still firm, his blood was still hot, and the sword in his hand was still sharp.

Clasping the horse with both legs, grasping the reins, he charged into the enemy again.

On this day, the entire yellow sand was dyed red, and the color did not fade for a long time.

Why, our faith is red.

Because, that is the color sprayed by the blood of the ancestors, it is their passionate patriotism, the heart of defending the country.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was already in tears. Those countless soldiers were all his fellow citizens, his sons, his descendants.

"Han army, mighty..."

The wind came gently, and the words of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty echoed in the garden of Nuo Da.

The soldiers in the black hole fought more vigorously and bravely.

It was as if, it was this breeze that crossed time and space and delivered the words of the Son of Heaven.

To you all... heroes.