In less than a month, the former majestic king of Persia no longer has his royal style. This man, who once made the entire Western continent tremble at his feet, will undoubtedly suffer extremely severe mental torture once he loses his freedom.

If there is one relief he felt during this period, it was the opportunity to drink the fine wine of the Han Dynasty. The guard sergeant, who had received special orders from Yuan Zhao, gave unconditional satisfaction to his request. Around the prisoner's cart, which had been specially built for him, there were piles of wine jars. Perhaps only in this drunken dream can he temporarily forget the pain of losing power.

"Yuan Zhao, I heard that you invented this wine?"

The sun was a little harsh, and the wind ruffled the king's yellow hair, which was unkempt like a tramp in the West. There was no anger in his tone, low and hoarse.

"Sort of. It's just an ordinary cup thing, nothing strange. ”

"Huh! What a big breath. Did you know that such wine was originally a godsend, and it should have been produced in the court for the enjoyment of kings on earth? It's a waste to be so violent! ”

The king of Persia stared fiercely at Yuan Zhao, who was close at hand, and he really couldn't figure out how there could be such a person in the world. The clouds are light and the wind is light, but there is the weight of a mountain!

"How do the barbarians know that my Chinese civilization is prosperous! Although you claim to be the king on high, you are just the dust of the world in your bones, just like your slaves...... At this point, there is no need to say more. Your end, King of Persia, has come. Here is your guillotine. The Persian race will gradually disappear from the world, like so many barbarian peoples in this world who are not worthy of being educated. Let's start with you today. ”

Yuan Zhao's eyes were clear and his face was solemn. Tens of thousands of people in the square were silent, all staring intently at this person who represented the spirit of the Han Empire. The direction he points to is the yearning of all people's hearts.

"Yuan Zhao! It turns out that you are the most vicious person in this world...... Don't get complacent too soon, though. As long as the Han people set foot on the land of the western continent, sooner or later they will end up in total death. It does not belong to you, it is the home of the Persians and other races living there, you invaders, you will not succeed! ”

"Isn't it funny, King of Persia, that you say such a thing? In the past few years, when you were invading others, didn't you think about yourself today! The so-called reincarnation of heaven, retribution is unpleasant. I can tell you very clearly that there is no future for the Persian race. That's what I said to you before the war began, and it still counts today. Your kingdom and your people will be blown away like dust and will disappear without a trace in the course of history. Do you understand? ”

The king of Persia, who had already accepted the fate of defeat, was finally enraged again by Yuan Zhao's indifferent attitude. His burly body was full of strength again, and the chains and shackles rattled, and although he was held down by a few Han warriors, he still struggled and roared to get up.

"Yuan Zhao! You're delusional. The Persians are not afraid of death, they have the protection of God, everyone will fight until the last moment, I curse the heavens here, the blood of the Han people will be smeared all over that land, and you will all die without a place to bury! ”

Yuan Zhao waved his hand indifferently. He suddenly lost interest in using the king's death to play a bigger role. It's just a reckless man, not worth it

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What a waste of time.

"Kill him! Sacrifice the flag with blood. ”

He commanded lightly, which meant like slaughtering a pig and a dog. The sword and axeman, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped on the back of the Persian king with his foot, and the light flickered, and the great axe fell.

At the end of his death, the king of Persia knew what despair was like. Even if he has the strength to carry the mountain, it will be useless. His last gaze swept over the imposing below, the majesty of the Han army, which made people's hearts palpitate for no reason. At this moment, he finally understood that every word spoken by the young man in front of him was as heavy as a mountain, without the slightest bit of arrogance and intimidation.

"Really...... Picking the wrong opponent? ”

In the end, there was no chance to speak this thought, and on the guillotine, the axe was added to the neck, blood splattered, and the head fell to the ground. This emperor, who should have been able to create an era, was mercilessly killed in public.

Many people who witnessed the scene in front of them felt an indescribable shock. In the past, the identity of the princes of the royal family was naturally noble and mysterious. They are high above, and the clouds and mud are different, and they are awe-inspiring and cannot be offended.

But when the king of an empire is slaughtered in such a brutal way, all everyone sees is an equal death. It turns out that no matter what kind of aura blessed person is, if he loses those additional things, he is just a mortal. The moment everyone dies, it is no different.

The envoys from the imperial court finally waited for them to fulfill their mission. The head of the king of Persia, after a simple treatment, will be packed up by them, put in a wooden box, and rush back to Chang'an day and night, together with the news of the army's westward expedition, the Son of Heaven prayed to the Taimiao to comfort the spirits of the ancestors and ancestors.

And those people from the Western Regions and many places west of the Western Regions, in shock, looked at the young Han Dynasty commander who was standing calmly on a high platform in a daze. They had heard of this man's methods before, but it was only after seeing them that they knew that it was a great coercion that they could not resist at all.

Unlike them, all the officers and soldiers of the Han army fell into even more crazy reverence for Yuan Zhao, who was so ruthless and ruthless. Immediately afterward, they heard words that they will never forget.

"The boy is hot-blooded, when the sword goes to the country, the big husband leads the knife into a fast, and he lives up to the head of the young man! This is something I heard someone say a long time ago. ”

The wind blows through the boundless Hanhai, and the desert yellow sand rises and falls like a tide. The green meadows by the river thrive in the light of the sun. The young man who stands tall and tall is the most energetic age in life. Just this opening sentence ignited a storm in the audience.

"Life is like morning dew, and the days are bitter. Each of us is born in this world, and how long and short life is. How should you spend your life in poverty? Some people can choose for themselves, and some people are born destined to shoulder many ...... But in any case, I don't think we should live up to the land of China that gave birth to us. The land we live in has been plagued by many disasters since ancient times, many of which are natural disasters, and many of which are man-made disasters. The smoke is endless, the fighting is scarce, the blood is shed for thousands of miles, and the war is endless...... These events are vividly remembered in the history books and should not be forgotten. This was the case in the past, and it may be even more difficult to break off for thousands of years to come...... Every person of insight, if you open your eyes now, should have a clear understanding. The Han Dynasty has come to the best time to dominate the whole world! It's all we have

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The result of people's efforts is God's choice. God doesn't take it, but suffers the blame! If our generation does not firmly grasp this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, take the initiative to stand on the cusp of the storm, and lead the development of this era. When you miss it, you'll never do it again......! ”

Tens of thousands of people held their breath, countless eyes staring at the man who spoke generously. No matter what their identity is, no matter what purpose they are coming for, at this moment, their pulses are beating together.

"Now this opportunity is in the palm of our hands. The flower of civilization of the Han Dynasty should bloom all over the world, the end of the world. Each of us has a seed in our hands, and I hope that you will plant it with a knife, irrigate it with blood, and protect it with your life wherever you can reach it...... Do you have the courage and confidence to do so? ”

With the wave of Yuan Zhao's arm, the response to the tsunami from the mountains near and far turned out to be so neat: "Protect China and conquer the world!" The Han Empire, Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Win ......! ”

War horses neigh, rivers roar, long winds roar, and the earth echoes. Countless pairs of sword-wielding arms stretched out into the air, as if to pierce the sky. Perhaps, the only way for a big man to express his infinite loyalty to the country and the nation is to do so.

Under this situation, countless people are excited. Xiao Wangzhi and the others, who were standing near the high platform, stroked their chests and feet, and burst into tears. Even King Yan and King Guangling were flushed, forgetting their royal identity. Like everyone else, they danced with emotion and felt infinitely honored to be able to participate in such a grand event in person.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat...... That's the last thing I want to say to all of you! The army is marching out, and on the day of triumph, I will summon another glass of wine to reward each other with a glass of wine, in order to wish success! ”

Where the wind rises, the tall figure standing with the sword pours the wine jar in his hand, and the clear wine commemorates the starting point of the earth, the flag flies, and the hunting sounds. Thousands of troops and horses bowed their heads violently, and then, like a torrent, began to run towards the distance of the journey.

In addition to the soldiers and horses left behind in the Western Regions and the grasslands, the total number of troops in the Western Expedition was 100,000. There are also follow-up civilian officials, merchant teams, logistics baggage troops, and all kinds of volunteer expeditions, totaling tens of thousands. The scale is the largest in the history of the Han Empire.

"Yuanhou, take care all the way! May the flag be victorious and the horse will be successful. ”

The farewell team led by the general Wei Qing and the imperial historian Sima Xiangru looked at the recruits who left Jiuquan and sent their most sincere blessings. Yuan Zhao jumped on the horse, smiled and waved his hand before leaving, and his smile was incomparably bright in the sun of the Western Regions.

The Great Han Taishi made Sima Qian lower his head, with some regret and reluctance in his eyes. After all, he still didn't have the opportunity to follow him and travel thousands of miles to the end of the world. Perhaps, only the pen in the hand can express the emotions in the heart.

"History of the Han Empire: The Family of the Yuan Dynasty" Volume 8: "Xia Qi, the King of Persia, the Western Regions Ping." Gong led an army of 100,000 and personally marched westward. The soldiers are mighty, marching on the song, and the unstoppable spirit is ......! ”

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