holy city.

Bronze Temple.

"During the Anshi Rebellion, a city in the Tang Dynasty stood alone in the Western Region. It defended the city for sixty-three years without falling. More than 20,000 heroic Anxi troops rebelled against the country. There was only one young man in the city, Gu Chang'an'er, who defended the city alone."

"The abominable barbarians raised three thousand troops to attack them. Chang'an beat them all with a drum and a flag."

"In the seventh month, the barbarians felt ashamed and sent 4,000 troops to the isolated city. However, the heroic spirit spread across the long river, and Gu Changan killed and expanded the territory."

"On the first day of the lunar month, the barbarians raised ten thousand troops, and they were sure to win. Gu Changan's sword caused the sky to collapse, and all the barbarians were destroyed. It created an unprecedented miracle. He still defended the Central Plains, and his spirit was not lost. Because of this, the ridges of China stood proudly!"

""The Biography of Gu Chang'an in Shenzhou""

"Who will translate?"

"Humiliation? Crime!"

The old, seventy-year-old blond man held a page of paper between his fingers and glanced coldly at the palace.

The atmosphere was as stiff as iron.

The Barbarian Emperor remained motionless, as if his body was rooted to the throne.

The Twelve Judges dared not take a breath and kept their heads down pretending to be ostriches.

Dongtu has a tradition since ancient times——

If you don't establish a biography while you are alive, you will seal the coffin after death.

The pedantic Central Plains are beginning to break the rules. On the one hand, Gu Changan is too legendary, and on the other hand, it proves that the Central Plains will open a new chapter.

ridiculous!

"The pilgrimage palace was ruined by the people, the luck in the abyss plummeted, and the feudal officials surrendered to the Central Plains."

"Your Majesty, you pooped in your crotch, how do you wipe it off?"

The blond old man stared at the throne with an expressionless face.

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

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

"What are you yelling about?"

The blond old man strode forward, looked down at the Barbarian Emperor from a high position, and said with a gloomy face:

"You yell again."

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

"I'm so impulsive."

The so-called emperor of the empire is nothing more than a puppet of the abyss, and he must be respectful to any messenger of the abyss.

But for this puppet, he fought his way out of the royal family's geniuses.

The blond old man's blue eyes flickered and his tone was cold:

"In the future, don't use the phrase "a worm to shake a tree" to describe overestimating one's capabilities, because the Han slaves in Gucheng really did it.

"The Central Plains is going to fight a battle in the Western Region. This is a battle for national destiny, a battle of spirit, and a battle for your throne. If you fail, you should know the consequences."

The Barbarian Emperor nodded, there was no reason to fail in this battle.

He suddenly raised his head and said loudly:

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

The blond old man stared at him for a long time, and his voice regained some warmth:

"It is not the saints who determine the success or failure of the battle, but the army. Manage your troops and generals well."

"All Saints' Twilight, the abyss has its own plans."

The Barbarian Emperor nodded.

He had already envisioned two strategies.

He fought with the Eastern Territory in the Western Regions. When the coalition forces entered the Western Regions, he sent additional troops to invade Western Shu and Beiliang, catching them off guard and driving the despicable Han slaves into despair!

"You want Haitang of Evil to go to the Western Regions?" the blond old man said in a deep voice:

"The body dies but the spirit remains forever. Gu Changan's life and death are meaningless!"

The twelve judges agreed in their hearts that after Gu Changan died, the Central Plains would still have to fight, and the fighting spirit might become even more intense.

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

The Barbarian Emperor is silent and must behead Gu Changan, which comes from the humiliation and frustration of the soul!

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

But he can't wait even a moment!

The saint who originally went to Mobei to kill Old Dog Zhelan turned to the Western Regions under his instruction.

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

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

"Yes!" The judges said in unison, knowing the importance of this battle.

Unlike the Central Plains, the empire has ancient history, culture and national cohesion. It has risen over decades to integrate a territory of 20 million miles, and has more than a hundred ethnic groups?

There are many internal contradictions, and only by winning continuously can the unified political power established be consolidated and developed.

"Bess, come with me." The blond old man looked at the only female judge, a tall lady in her forties.

"Yes." The female judge gave His Majesty an apologetic look, and then followed him out of the bronze palace.

In a remote corner, the blond old man stopped and said seriously:

"There is an idiom in the Central Plains called - prepare for a rainy day."

"What if Gu Changan had not died and the empire had been defeated?"

"Impossible!" Beth shook her head almost without thinking.

It’s so ridiculous!

Talents in the world each have their own strengths. A saint cannot cope with ten thousand elites, but Gu Changan can, but that does not mean that he can compete with a saint.

In the past, the old witch sent three great masters, and they almost killed Gu Changan!

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

"You are in charge of the empire's intelligence, activate Elk immediately, she will be your trump card!"

The blond old man's tone was dull, but it was clear that he couldn't say anything.

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

Elk, a real sharp knife.

…

Zhao Guo.

Jinluan Palace.

Zhao Emperor Shang Kuo wore a crown and a black dragon robe, looking coldly at the censor in front of the palace.

"I speak from the bottom of my heart. If you want to kill or behead me, please follow your majesty!"

The imperial censor holds the imperial scepter in his hand, with a magnanimous posture.

The officials were filled with indignation, but a small number of officials seemed to be interested in taking action.

What Wan Yushi said is not unreasonable!

Who is Gu Changan?

An unprecedented tragic hero in the history of Huanghuangqing, and the most shining light when the Shenzhou is sinking.

But he has a flaw——

Be loyal to Li Tang!

Yes, there is no doubt that he always persists in the darkness for the sake of the entire Chinese spirit.

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

Tang!

That is the enemy, a terrible enemy.

Emperor Zhao stared at the censor coldly and said sternly:

"Tell me, how can the ununified Central Plains resist the barbarians?"

Wan Yushi frowned and explained sincerely:

"Wei Chen is not against sending troops, but is focusing on the future."
To be continued...