My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

That is, the past of a famous general.

It was a time of troubled times, with heroes vying for the throne and heroes rising together. As a Daqin citizen who was lucky enough to survive until now, it was natural for the young man to join the army and fight for the country.

At that time, the Qin Dynasty had already torn up the good alliance between Qin and Jin, and formulated a strategy of marching eastward to defeat the three Jins and plotting to conquer the world.

As a soldier, it was natural for the young man to step into the battlefield.

He was born for the battlefield.

If you want to be promoted to a noble title in Da Qin, you only need to keep killing enemies and survive. And that young man was like a heaven-ordained hero, going through countless battlefields undefeated, and his military exploits were increasing just like his injuries.

During his long military career, the boy gradually grew into a young man, met many comrades in arms, and gradually developed a doubt.

Why is there war?

One time, his best friend, the benefactor who had saved his life, died in a small encounter.

The young man still remembered his best friend's eyes that suddenly became extremely complicated before the battle began, and the hand holding the sword that started to tremble.

"I once killed a man, I don't know how long ago. Before he died, he knelt down and begged for mercy, saying that he had children at home who were not raised and he must not die here."

"I chopped off his head, and used the military merits obtained with this head to accumulate enough gold. This way, even if I die, my parents can live in the capital."

"And now, he comes to me."

This is of course an illusion. The dead cannot be resurrected, just as the hatred between the countries has formed an incomprehensible knot until now.

But his best friend did die by a man's sword.

When he killed the enemy who killed his best friend, the man in the helmet was still shouting to the sky, shouting that he had avenged his father. When he talked about the emotional part, he even cried bitterly, and then was stabbed through the heart by the young man's sword. , the dead can no longer die.

The young man has never lost, whether now or in the more than seventy battles in the future, he will never be defeated.

But he still remembers the curse that the man uttered when he was dying.

"I already have a child, and he will take revenge..." The enemy, who looked more immature than a youth, but more mature than a youth, turned his head and looked at the expressionless Da Qin warrior with bloodshot eyes, "You, Damn Qin barbarian, my son, we, the descendants of Zhao, will eventually cut off your head..."

The long sword was drawn out and slashed horizontally.

The blood is soaring into the sky, and you will die with your eyes open.

Even the young man himself didn't know whether he was so cruel that he wanted to exchange the enemy's head for military glory, or whether he was unwilling to hear those last words.

"My dear friend, I have avenged you."

"I also understand why the war continues."

There was once a foolish old man who moved a mountain and swore that his descendants would have endless deprivation and would overthrow the prince's house in Taihang.

Nowadays, after a hundred years of bloody war, the hatred between the country and the family is also countless, and each other cannot give in.

"My dear friend, you killed an enemy soldier for the sake of your country. This was because you cared about your family and your country, which was righteousness; when the soldier's child killed you, you were avenging your father, which was filial piety. As your friend, I Killing the soldier's child was a fitting repayment of the blood debt.

"But what next?"

"His children? My children? His friends? My friends? His country, my country?"

The man who is no longer a boy has a deep voice:

"I don't want the troubled times of these hundreds of years to continue to spread. I will let the conquests of the troubled times end in my hands, and I will slaughter the six countries and unify the world."

Walking out of the quartermaster's tent, this time the young man put on the armor of Zuo Shuchang and looked at the nobleman named Wei Ran who appreciated him.

"Let's go."

It is the third month of autumn, the weather is extremely urgent, everything is withering, and the air of chilling is filling the fields.

The famous general who decided to use force to stop fighting stepped onto the stage that time had created for him.

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Opening your eyes, a few rays of sunlight leaked out of the curtain-covered window, falling on the golden hair and the beautiful eyes with clear tears.

The emperor woke up from his sleep. On the desk by the window, the paperwork he had processed all night only increased.

"I, this is..."

The girl's sad whisper echoed in the lonely room.

After a long silence, her eyes became determined, and her little pale hands stretched out and grabbed the official documents on the table.

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Unknown kill: EX

The resentment of the deceased turned into a blood evil, and while trying to corrode the bound person, he was also driven by it.

Carrying the resentment of trapping and killing 400,000 surrendered soldiers, he should have been cursed and resented to death, but once there is a target that far exceeds these killings, then all of this is just a pile of dead bones in the tomb of success.

Killing is not a pleasure. The purpose of killing is to stop the opponent. His actions will naturally be punished by God. He will kill a lot of evil and will not die a good death. However, even if his hands are stained with blood, he should be the finishing touch for this sleeping dragon of Da Qin!

——This is the source of Shuo Yue’s cheating bloody ax.

As long as enough people are killed, the condensed blood evil will be thicker, and the changes that can be produced will be more diverse and powerful.

When saving Nero, Shuo Yue was surrounded by corpses. He could easily condense a giant ax of tens of meters and sweep away hundreds of enemies. But here, he hadn't killed yet, so the blood evil energy was naturally not enough. Although it was full, he still chopped down the camp gate that the enemy had worked hard to build with one axe.

Not only that, while the enemy was still in shock after encountering supernatural phenomena, Shuo Yue raised her hand again.

"wind!"

The flame is ignited, even in the clear day, the flickering fire on the throwing spears still represents burning and destruction!

"Gale!"

The strong commanding power brought by the "Ten Philosophers of the Martial Temple" made Shuo Yue's soldiers as calm as machines, and they threw their weapons as one and the same. The targets were naturally the enemy's food, grass and baggage, as well as everything within sight. All flammable substances!

In an instant, a fire broke out in the barracks. Many soldiers were held in the arms of the fire demon before they had time to change their armor, and were screamed and turned into charcoal.

Under the lightning attack of Shuo Yue and his party, the enemy camp was in chaos, but the white-haired young man didn't even look at the scene behind him, and just turned the horse's head.

"Everyone retreat! Tell the governor that there is an enemy camp here and ask him to send an army to annihilate it!"

Shouting in a loud voice that everyone wanted to hear, the next moment, the team of more than 30 people started galloping again. The blood energy rising in the military camp wrapped around them, pushing away the airflow, and led them to rush towards the exit quickly. go.

"Stop, stop them!" The centurion in the patrol drew his dagger and ordered his subordinates to block the only exit.

All the defensive facilities on the road were useless - because the enemy troops came from behind them. Even so, the soldiers on the patrol were still well-trained to form a shield formation, with large shields covered with animal skins stacked up one after another. It became a barrier, blocking the team's way of survival.

In the burning barracks, there were also centurions shouting angrily, marshalling their troops, and gathering effective forces, vowing to surround this group of surprise attack teams inside and outside and annihilate them here.

The young man at the head made it clear that they were scouts. If they were allowed to escape, the Roman Empire would definitely send a large army, and they would be the ones killed!

"You take people to put out the fire, and the others will come with me. We must slaughter all these guys! Don't let any of them escape!"

So the army behind them came in force, and the patrol team in front built a wall of iron and steel. Shuo Yue and others were desperate!

But the white-haired young man just sneered and drew his sword together with the warrior behind him. Both the blade and the four hooves of the horse were condensed with a dangerous bloody aura.

"Here, get out of here!"

The team of thirty people turned into arrows and crashed into the hundred-man shield formation. Suddenly, screams could be heard!