Holy City.

Bronze Temple.

"During the Anshi Rebellion, a city in the Tang Dynasty was isolated from the Western Regions. It was not captured for 63 years. More than 20,000 Anxi Army was heroically favoring the country. There was only one young man in the city, Gu Chang'an'er, who was guarding the lonely city alone."

"It's abomination that Yi Yao raised three thousand troops to attack him, and Chang'an had a drum and a man of lotus flags, and he fought all over."

"In July, the barbarians were ashamed to send 4,000 troops. The lonely city came to an end. However, the heroic spirit spread to the long river. Gu Chang'an killed Bituotuo."

"Yi Haishu, the barbarians raised 10,000 troops, and they were bound to win. Gu Chang'an's sword collapsed in the sky, and thousands of barbarians were destroyed. He created an unprecedented wonder. He still guarded the Central Plains and remained in spirit. The Chinese backbone was proud of it!"

"The Biography of Shenzhou Gu Chang'an""

"Who will translate the translation?"

"Is it humiliation? Is it a sin!"

The blond old man in his seventies clamped his fingers with a page of paper and looked at the hall coldly.

The atmosphere is as stiff as iron.

The Barbarian Emperor did not move, as if his body was rooted in the throne.

The twelfth trial judge did not dare to breathe, and pretended to be an ostrich.

Dongtu has had a tradition since ancient times—

If you don’t write a biography in your life, you will make a final conclusion after you die.

The pedantic Central Plains have begun to break the conventions. On the one hand, Gu Chang'an is too legendary, and on the other hand, it also proves that the Central Plains will open a new chapter.

ridiculous!

"The Pilgrimage was ruined by the people, the fortunes in the abyss plummeted, and the officials in the border surrendered to the Central Plains."

"How can I wipe off my crotch with my shit?"

The old blonde man looked at the throne with expressionless expression.

"Do you want me to commit suicide and apologize?" The Barbarian Emperor suddenly became furious and his emotions were suppressed for too long.

It was obviously not his sin, but he was responsible for all the consequences.

"What are you shouting for?"

The blonde old man strided over and looked down at the Barbarian Emperor with a gloomy face:

"You yell again."

The Barbarian Emperor's shoulders trembled, tried his best to restrain his anger, and lowered his head and said:

"I'm too impulsive."

The so-called imperial emperor is nothing more than a puppet in the abyss, and you must respect yourself when facing an abyss messenger.

But for this puppet, he fought a bloody path from the royal genius.

The blonde old man's blue eyes are illuminated and dark, and his tone is cold:

"Don't use sluts to shake trees in the future to describe overestimating one's own abilities, because the Han slaves in the lonely city really did it."

"The Central Plains wants to fight in the Western Regions. This is a battle of national destiny, a battle of spirituality, and even more of your throne. If you fail, you should know the consequences."

The Barbarian Emperor nodded, there is no reason for this battle to fail.

He suddenly raised his head and said loudly:

"I swear in the name of the gods that if I lose my battle, my head will hang on the abyss."

The blonde old man stared at him for a while, and his voice returned to a little temperature:

"It is not the saint who decides the success or failure of the battle, but the army, and dispatches troops and generals."

"All Saints at dusk, the abyss has its own arrangements."

The Barbarian Emperor nodded.

He had already envisioned two strategies.

In the Western Regions, he fought with the East and Earth. When the coalition forces entered the Western Regions, he sent other troops to invade Western Shu and Northern Liang, caught him off guard and fought the despicable Han slaves to despair!

"You let the evil begonia go to the Western Regions?" The blonde old man said in a deep voice:

"The body is destroyed, the spirit is eternal, Gu Chang'an's life and death are meaningless!"

The twelve judges agreed in their hearts that Gu Chang'an was dead and the Central Plains was still going to fight, and their fighting spirit might be even more boiling.

The moment the lid exploded, the torch of will had already ignited the east earth.

The Barbarian Emperor was silent and had to behead Gu Chang'an, which came from the humiliation and frustration of the soul!

He knew that Han slaves had only more than four years left to live.

But he can't wait for a moment!

The saint who originally went to Mobei to kill the old dog, turned to the Western Regions at his instruction.

"Forget it, this person should be strangled in the cradle, otherwise there will be endless troubles." The blonde old man narrowed his eyes and emphasized before leaving:

"The battle in the Western Regions must be won!"

"Yes!" The judges spoke in unison, and they also knew the importance of this battle.

Unlike the ancient historical culture and national cohesion of the Central Plains, the empire has risen for decades and merged into 20 million miles of territory, and more than a hundred races?

There are many internal contradictions, and only by winning can we consolidate and develop the unified regime established.

"Beth, follow me." The blonde man looked at the only female judge, the lentil lady, tall.

"Yes." The female judge handed a look of apology to Mianxia, ​​and then followed him away from the bronze palace.

In a remote corner, the blonde man stopped and said earnestly:

"There is an idiom in the Central Plains called - prepare for the future."

"What if Gu Chang'an was not dead and the empire was defeated?"

"Impossible!" Beth shook his head almost without hesitation.

Too absurd and bizarre!

The worldly talents have their own strengths, and the saints cannot cope with ten thousand elites. Gu Chang'an can do it, but it does not mean that he can compete with the saints.

The old witch sent three great masters in the past, and all of them almost killed Gu Changan!

"I don't believe it either, but for the glory of the abyss, no small possibility cannot be ruled out."

"You are responsible for the Imperial Intelligence and immediately use the elk, she will be the killer!"

The old blonde man had a calm tone, but he was indescribable.

"Too..." The female judge wanted to say it was too wasteful, but when she noticed the old man's majestic gaze, she finally nodded.

Elk, a real sharp blade.

...

Zhao State.

Golden Palace.

Emperor Zhao Shang Bu Bu was wearing a crown and a black dragon robe, and looked coldly at the censor in front of the palace.

"I am all sincere in my opinion. If you want to kill and cut, follow your Majesty!"

The censor held the court tablet in his hand and his posture was open and open.

The ministers were filled with righteous indignation, but a small number of officials seemed to be intentional.

What Censor Wan said is not without reason!

Who is Gu Chang'an?

The unprecedented tragic hero in the glorious history is the most shining light at the time of the fall of the Shenzhou.

But he has a flaw—

Allegiance to Li Tang!

Yes, there is no doubt that he always sticks to the darkness for the entire Chinese spirit.

But if he returns to the Central Plains and chooses one of the seven countries, what would his choice be?

Tang!

That is the enemy, a terrifying enemy.

Emperor Zhao stared at the censor coldly and said sternly:

"Tell me, how can I resist the barbarians without a unified Central Plains?"

Censor Wan frowned and explained sincerely:

"I am not against sending troops, but rather focused on the future."
To be continued...