Chapter 87: The Son of Heaven Guards the Gate of the Country, and the King Dies in the Country!
Zhonghua Pavilion is just a microcosm of the entire martial arts world, and everyone in the martial arts world feels fear for the future.
The Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty, with his extraordinary and unrivaled strength, attacked with iron blood and swept across the world. Such a great hero who shocked the past and the present has only been seen by everyone in his life.
Everyone can foresee that in the near future, the red dragon flags of the Han Dynasty will be planted all over the land of Kyushu.
"The world is going to be in chaos..."
An unknown man was sitting on the attic behind the Chinese Pavilion, leaning on the railing. He was wearing a blue robe and holding an erhu in his arms.
He looked to be no more than forty years old, but there was a look of desolation and loneliness on his face that could see through the world, as if no one in the world could arouse his interest.
The melancholy sound of the erhu suddenly sounded, containing infinite sorrow, anger and sadness. The wild geese flying in the air seemed to be attracted by the music, hovering in the air, mourning for it, and lingering for a long time.
"The disciple is incompetent and defeated by human hands!"
Jian Chen was kneeling in front of the blue-robed man in despair, muttering: "Disciple... Disciple can't even pull out the Hero Sword in front of him. Disciple has insulted the master... "
As he spoke, Jian Chen's face turned red, he turned his right hand and patted his head.
This palm has concentrated energy. If it hits, the forehead will burst and death will occur on the spot.
When there was no time to speak, Wuming's face remained calm. He flicked his string with his left hand, and a few wisps of void energy came out. Jianchen's arms went numb, and he stood in the air in a daze. He said in a harsh voice: "Master, I am ashamed of my master's teachings. I have no face anymore." Live between heaven and earth and be willing to die!"
As the only disciple of the martial arts legend Wuming, he is so high-spirited and arrogant, but now he is subdued in front of the enemy before he can even pull out his sword. For a swordsman, this is more uncomfortable than death!
Wuming said slowly: "Your sword is still in his hand, but now he is dead, you are a real coward."
Jian Chen shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Old Sword Master Dugu used the 23rd style of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, but was still defeated by the Emperor of Han. This person's martial arts has reached a terrifying level where ghosts and gods are unpredictable. The disciple and the Compared with him, it is like the light of a firefly compared with the bright moon. There is no hope of defeating him in this life..."
"There...is such a person in the world?"
A look of surprise passed through the nameless person.
He was naturally familiar with his disciple. If the gap between him and his disciple wasn't as great as the chasm in the sky, and his talent and beauty were as stunning as Jian Chen's, how could he say such depressing words?
"In recent days, everyone has been discussing the Great Han Holy Emperor. After he defeated the old sword master Dugu, he seemed to have turned north and defeated the arrogant leader of the Tianxiahui Gang. He is now at the peak of his power."
"If the Pavilion Master doesn't come out, I'm afraid no one in today's martial arts world can control him. If the Han army sweeps across Zhongzhou, I'm afraid there will be a change of dynasty..."
Several old people in Zhonghua Pavilion also let out deep sighs.
Wuming finally put down his erhu, stood up slowly, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that I am going to Zhongzhou for a walk."
...
Boom boom boom!
Under the Imperial City of the Central Plains.
On a tall general's platform, the iron-blooded red dragon banner of the Han Dynasty danced wildly in the wind.
Lu Xun stared at the towering city wall in the distance, a slight arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his palm swung down...
"Commander Lu has orders, prepare to attack!"
"Commander Lu has orders, prepare to attack!"
The royal guards who delivered the order rolled up their cloaks, shuttled flexibly through the battlefield, and walked quickly to the generals to deliver the order.
In the Han formation, the muscular warriors with bare arms, their thick and knotted muscles like solid rocks, began to swing their hammers wildly, and loudly beat the war drums that beat the sky.
Amidst the thunderous drum beats, the motionless Han military formation finally moved.
When the troops are stationary, the formation is like a mountain.
When the whole army attacks fiercely, the invasion is like fire.
The fierce general Jianqing, who was carrying the banner, was covered in iron armor, like a steel giant, holding high the iron-blooded red dragon banner, and rushed towards the Imperial City of the Central Plains, which was more than thirty feet high.
"Break the city to congratulate the Holy Emperor!"
Hundreds of thousands of people rushed towards the Imperial City of the Central Plains. In the Han army formation, the sound of killing was loud and unstoppable.
The cavalry roared like thunder, making even the towering city tremble.
Emperor Wuchang of the Ming Dynasty stood at the crenellation of the east gate archery tower, his body trembling slightly.
He stared here motionless for an hour, his legs and feet were numb and his heart was colder than ice.
Several layers of defenses densely covered in the imperial capital and the capital have been breached by the Han army. King Qin's army, which came from several states, can only shrink its defense lines and gather under the imperial city in the Central Plains.
At this time, even though there were still more than 500,000 Ming troops defending the capital, Emperor Wuchang still felt uneasy and his face was frighteningly pale.
Because losing the initiative in a war means that the enemy will lead the next war.
"Your Majesty, it's getting cold. You need to take care of your dragon body and put on more clothes..."
The old eunuch in the palace, Eunuch Cao, bowed and put on a large fur embroidered with dragons on the Emperor of Wuchang. His hands were trembling and his voice was trembling.
The roar of war drums in the sky made his eardrums hurt. He didn't even dare to look at the army below the city. They were so densely packed that they were like a swarm of ants, swarming in like a tidal wave.
"Your Majesty, what should we do?"
The generals of the Ming Dynasty standing on the top of the city were also trembling with fear, with a look of panic and horror on their faces.
Within a month, King Qin's army from various states had fought several battles with the Han army, and everyone had a deep understanding of the Han army's fierce and terrifying fighting power.
The powerful soldiers of the Han army can be defeated by one against ten. Once assembled into a formation, they are invincible and invincible!
The fierce generals of the Han army are all enemies of ten thousand people. They sweep across the battlefield with unparalleled bravery!
The Ming army was defeated several times in several battles. Until today, King Qin's army lost many troops and retreated all the way to the imperial city. Its morale fell to the bottom!
"The Ming Dynasty has been established for hundreds of years and has gone through many years of ups and downs. If it falls today, how can I face the late emperor!?"
Emperor Wuchang took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Defend the imperial city and don't take half a step back. If the Han army wants to enter the city, they must first step over my body!"
"The final general is willing to fight to the death for the emperor!"
Above the imperial city, war drums roared. When the Ming army looked up, they saw Emperor Wuchang rolling up his dragon sleeves and beating the drums himself. Hundreds of thousands of King Qin's troops burst into tears, and their fighting spirit soared.
"The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country! How magnificent!"
Lu Xun stood on the tall general's platform, looking at the Ming Imperial City in the distance. He saw the Ming army camp beginning to boil and riot, and he couldn't help but frown slightly...