Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

The earth has not yet fully awakened!

When the sun's first rays of sunlight gradually fell from the sky onto Kyoto, countless people felt their eyes moist.

Tears kept rolling in his eyes, and finally couldn't hold back and started falling down.

Within their sight, three thousand elites, fully armed and neatly arranged, were slowly heading out of Kyoto.

The leading young man, wrapped in black armor and with a war horse neighing under his crotch, is none other than Zhou Zheng!

Go north to fight the summer and live towards death!

There is no vast army of tens of thousands, no officials and people in the capital are forced to participate, and no soldiers are forced to recruit from all over the world!

He took only three thousand disciples from Xiangjun and headed north resolutely and without hesitation.

No hesitation, no panic!

Three thousand soldiers marched in unison.

Every step was made with a heavy muffled sound, as if it had the power to shake the mountains, as if it had the power to break through the sky.

Their faces were determined, their eyes were like a torch, their momentum was like a rainbow, and they had no fear!

Go ahead to dangers!

But they didn’t have any complaints!

Seeing this scene, countless people were moved and their eyes were blurred with tears.

They were all in their twenties, and some of the soldiers even looked immature on their faces.

They are also children of ordinary people, and they are also ordinary people of flesh and blood.

But at this moment, what they are carrying on their shoulders is the important principle of protecting the Great Zhou and the people of the Great Zhou!

When they left, they faced enemies that were ten times or even a hundred times their own size. They faced Daxia's most elite cavalry!

This may be forever!

Knowing that there was no return, knowing that they were only using their own flesh and blood to block the other party, they still followed Zhou Zheng without hesitation!

"I, Da Zhou, also have my son!"

"I, Da Zhou, still have a backbone!"

"I, Da Zhou, still have faith!"

This is the emotion that rises from the depths of the hearts of countless people.

Finally, his eyes followed the crowd and landed on the front.

Countless people clenched their fists and choked in their throats!

Because, the moment he stepped out of Kyoto, there was something more behind Zhou Zheng!

coffin!

This coffin is made of ordinary wood. There is no gold wrapping, no jewelry inlays, no carved dragons and jade, and no luxurious decoration!

But when the coffin was lifted and moved with the war horse under Zhou Zheng's crotch, no one was moved!

Since ancient times, warriors have offered sacrifices and prayed to heaven!

There is a murder sacrifice flag!

There is someone asking for divination!

There are heavy gold rewards for those who inspire military morale!

Only Zhou Zheng carries the coffin and goes into battle!

This coffin is not prepared for others, but for himself!

He didn't have any words, but he used this action to tell the three thousand elites behind him, tell the officials of Zhou Dynasty, and tell the people of the world!

Zhou Zheng, this time, with the determination to die, went north to fight against Xia!

This is telling everyone in the world that he, Zhou Zheng, fought for his country and died without regrets!

He will never live in humiliation, even if he dies, he will die on the battlefield fighting for the Great Zhou Dynasty!

If you only care about life and death for the benefit of the country, why should you avoid it because of blessings and misfortunes? !

Buzz! ! !

A tragic atmosphere enveloped Kyoto.

At this moment, no matter the officials, the soldiers defending Kyoto, or the common people, they were all shocked and moved.

Their eyes were filled with tears, their fists were clenched, and their eyes looked at Zhou Zheng, filled with respect!

thump!

I don’t know who it was, but it was the first person to kneel in the direction of Zhou Zheng!

Then I saw that everyone in the entire Kyoto, regardless of status, men, women, old or young, was like this!

kneel!

kowtow!

In tears!

Attention and send!

"Prince, justice!"

"Prince, justice!"

"Prince, justice!"

The shouts are so loud that they reach into the sky!

The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Carrying the coffin and setting off for the battle will never return!

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