Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

As the generals fell, their heroic sacrifices left red spots all over the withered grass - the final proof of loyalty and courage. The corpses were piled up like hills and hills, quietly telling a wordless tragedy in the wind and snow.

Three days later, the reinforcements from Baicang City finally arrived at the ruins of Huoding City.

Luo Xin was the first to step into this once bustling land. The once prosperous border town of Huoding City is now in ruins. The fire has been burning for three days and has not been extinguished. All life in the city has been lost!

The death of the people was even more horrific, and even Luo Xinzhengzheng could not help crying.

The accompanying reinforcements buried the bodies again and again, weeping at the same time.

"General, are these Hun dogs so cruel by nature? Why does God let Dakang live next to these beasts?"

A young general couldn't help but sigh.

He witnessed a heartbreaking sight: corpses of people strewn across the ground, including a woman holding her baby tightly, both of whom had been brutally impaled.

"Remember, don't be soft on the Huns! No matter male or female, old or young, kill them directly!"

Luo Xin was extremely angry.

He dismounted and knelt beside the mother and son, whispering: "Rest in peace."

"General!" The accompanying soldiers approached cautiously, "How should we deal with it?"

"Bury the dead." Luo Xin ordered sternly, "Then we return to Baicang City!"

Shortly after returning to Baicang City, Luo Xin immediately set off for Lianshan City, the northwest military command center. There, he met Xiao Chong, the general of the Dakang border army, the father-in-law of the current emperor.

Xiao Chong sat on a large wooden chair and listened expressionlessly to Luo Xin's account of the tragedy in Huoding City. "Master Hou! I will lead my troops to take revenge!" Luo Xin finally burst out the anger that had been pent up in his heart for a long time.

Xiao Zhong shook his head and said calmly: "War is not done casually. Every step must be carefully considered."

"But Lord Marquis! You didn't see those innocent people..." Luo Xin tried to refute.

"I know." Xiao Zhong interrupted him, "The Huns' move shows how urgent their food and grass shortage is. We cannot lose better opportunities because of temporary anger."

The atmosphere in Lianshan City was tense. Many of his men were ready to fight against the Huns immediately. But Xiao Zhong insisted on his idea and did not change his mind.

"Wait." Xiao Zhong said simply and firmly, "Wait until the enemy's true weakness becomes apparent before defeating them."

The generals around looked at each other, and although they were dissatisfied, they could only obey the order. However, behind these layers of plans and strategies, Xiao Chong also felt tremendous pressure in private - if he missed the best opportunity or made a miscalculation, it might lead to the destruction of more innocent lives.

Night fell in the mountain city, and the howling cold wind was mixed with the unquenched cries and roars on the distant battlefield. Under such heavy and dark intertwining, Levin silently stared at the dark sky outside the window. He knew that he was responsible for the safety of tens of thousands of lives. and dynasty future.

At this moment, I am thinking about every next move in the cold wind. Time seems to have stood still...

In the Kyoto Imperial Palace, the atmosphere in the court hall was as solemn as iron. Emperor Ning Fan sat on the dragon chair, his brows furrowed, his eyes as sharp as ice blades staring at the battle report in his hand. The ministers bowed their heads in silence, and it was as if a pindrop could be heard in the air.

An old minister in a crimson robe slowly stood up and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, the Huns invaded the border this time because their flocks were severely infected with the disease and there was a shortage of food and grass... If we exchange food for peace -"

Before he finished speaking, Ning Fan's eyes widened angrily, "Peace talks? You want me to die of hunger in exchange for peace?"

His voice echoed in the silent hall, "Drag out this thief who ignores the people's lives and only cares about peace! Kill him!"

Two guards rushed forward, grabbed the minister and dragged him out.

The old minister screamed repeatedly, "Your Majesty, please spare my life!"

But no one dared to intercede for him.

"If they don't take action, I will let them go for the time being." Ning Fan glanced at the audience coldly, "But if the Xiongnu dares to invade one more step... I can't protect them even if the King of Heaven comes!"

Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard this.

At the same time, on the ruins of Huoding City on the northwest border. Luo Xin stood on the charred land, his eyes full of hatred and anger. Soldiers were burying bodies nearby. Every time a hole is dug, more scenes of innocent people dying tragically will be discovered: children cling to their mother's body and die; elderly people have their throats cut alive; women are disheveled...

"General!" A young soldier approached Luo Xin, "These Huns are so abominable! We can't just endure it."

Luo Xin clenched the sword in his hand, "Remember today's massacre!" He shouted loudly, "When the time comes, I will make the Huns pay ten times or a hundred times the price!"

As night fell, Luo Xin knelt on one knee in front of the large hole that had not yet been filled.

He whispered, "Let me avenge these dead people!"

The fire in the distance reflected half of the sky red, and the wild wolves hidden in the darkness occasionally let out shrill howls, as if weeping for the lost creatures. This city that once had endless laughter and laughter now only left silence and ruins.

Luo Xin stood up slowly, his eyes firm and deep.

In the Qinzheng Hall, under the dim light, Emperor Ning Fan and Prime Minister Zhou Qun were sitting opposite each other.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Xiao Zhong has stabilized the front line and is temporarily waiting to look for opportunities."

Zhou Qun reported solemnly.

Ning Fan played with a copper token in his hand and said with deep eyes, "I know Xiao Chong is a cautious person. But the people of Dakang have been slaughtered by the Huns and are still scared. We need a complete victory to inspire the people."

"But Your Majesty..." Zhou Qun tried to persuade, "A direct attack may cause too much loss..."

"That's enough!" Ning Fan interrupted him, "I decided to fight in person!"

Zhou Qun was shocked, "Your Majesty, why are you doing this? What if something happens..."

"Order Shen Mengxi to enter the palace!" Ning Fan's voice was firm.

Soon after, Shen Mengxi hurried to the palace.

"Mr. Shen, please return to the Jiangzhou Ordnance Bureau immediately." Ning Fan got to the point directly, "I need Jiangzhou to redouble its efforts to produce more guns and double-barreled shotguns. And gunpowder."

A trace of respect flashed in Shen Mengxi's eyes: "I obey your Majesty! You ask for an increase in production, and I will do my best."

At the same time, Luo Xin was still standing on the burned city on the northwest border. His eyes scanned the surrounding ruins and countless new graves like lightning. "Remember the tragic scenes in every corner here!" he shouted to the remaining soldiers behind him.

The soldiers clenched their weapons, their eyes filled with tears and anger. "Don't worry, general! As long as the enemy is not completely eliminated, we will not give up!"

When night came, Luo Xin knelt in front of a large unfilled pit, with his hands clasped together and his expression solemn.

Wildfires in the distance gradually spread into the sky, reflecting the blood-red sky; occasionally the wails of wild wolves were heard in the darkness, as if they were bidding farewell to the departed creatures.