In the early spring of the first year of Yuan Ding, the incident that occurred in front of the Suzaku Gate of the Han Palace in Chang'an was solemnly recorded by Sima Qian.

At that time, most people did not understand its great significance, but two years later, the Persian iron cavalry swept the countries of the Western Regions, approaching the Yumen Pass, and the cavalry of the Han Dynasty marched thousands of miles to the west, and for the first time won a decisive victory on the battlefield with the Persian army.

More than 500 Persians were in high spirits. Seeing their marshal Anthony raise the scimitar, he let out a tsunami-like cheering sound. The prince with a noble status is a hero in their hearts. He once killed a cow with a single punch, and once used this treasure knife in his hand to slash and kill countless enemy generals. At the mention of his prestige, the hundreds of thousands of captives who had been enslaved in all wars trembled, and no one dared to look up to him.

The scimitar of the star and moon, with a gold handle and inlaid with precious stones, was once the sword of the great Persian kings and a symbol of the empire. Now that it has been brought to Chang'an by Prince Anthony, when the light flashes in front of the Suzaku Gate, all the Persians are ready. As long as they wait for their commander to kill that Han man, they will launch together, with enough courage and strength to shake the heavens and the earth, make trouble at the Suzaku Gate and kill Chang'an City!

As for the consideration of failure? There was never such a concept in the minds of the Persians. As long as there is a breath left, they will fight to the death until victory. There are no defeated Persians, only dead battlefield warriors!

Among the onlookers at the entrance of Suzaku Street, Li Ling, Lu Jun and others rushed over. When they saw the heavy sword in the hand of the Persian, who was as bearded as an iron body, they regretted that they had not brought the sharpest sword. Since Master is going to take action himself, how can he do it without a weapon that matches his identity!

However, the next moment, in their eyes that were both anxious and excited, they saw Yuan Zhao casually waving his hand behind him, as if he had said something.

In front of everyone's eyes, a guard of the Yulin Army guarding the Suzaku Gate saw the summons of the Imperial Prime Minister. He stepped forward, took off his saber, and respectfully presented it with both hands.

"This knife is lowly, and I am willing to borrow it from the prime minister!"

Yuan Zhao took the knife in his hand, crossed it to his chest, and gently pulled out the sheath. The knife is an ordinary standard knife in the army, but at this moment, the weight felt is a little heavy.

"What's the name of this knife?"

"The Great Han's Sword!"

"Do you know what's the use?"

"Back to Prime Minister! The knife of the Han Dynasty guards the mountains and rivers and kills the small. Resist the foreign invaders and shake all directions! ”

Yu Linjun held his head high and answered the question of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty in a generous and loud tone.

Yuan Zhao nodded in encouragement and thanked him with a courtesy in the army. The guards of the Yulin Army were flushed with excitement, and saluted with infinite glory before turning back to their posts.

"What? The dignified prime minister of the Han Dynasty, doesn't he have his own sword? When you die under my Star and Moon Treasure Knife for a while, don't complain that you didn't get a fair competition! Hahaha! ”

Prince Anthony looked at Yuan Zhao who borrowed the knife with disdain, obviously already in his hands. Yuan Zhao smiled indifferently, and lovingly stroked the horizontal stripes on the knife in his hand, half to him, half to everyone in the square.

"This Han knife is my Yuanzhao's knife! All the knives in the Han army that have been stained with the blood of the enemy in order to protect the peace of this land are my swords! Anthony, there are truths in this world that you savages will never understand...... There is nothing unfair today. Come on, go with the knife! ”

There was a low admiration that swept through the crowd, and countless pairs of eyes stared feverishly at that person and a knife. This person and this knife are where the spirit of the whole Han lies!

Anthony didn't understand what Yuan Zhao meant by saying these words, and he didn't bother to think about it. In his eyes, only the pleasure of scimitar killing is the most hearty experience in the world. Therefore, he pulled out the Xingyue Treasure Sword without hesitation.

Once Anthony draws his sword, he becomes an invincible demon god in Western mythology. The muscles of his whole body were extremely powerful, and he let out a low roar, and the five hundred warriors behind him were in harmony. The Xingyue scimitar seemed to condense the power of the earth, and with the momentum of splitting mountains and seas, it roared and slashed straight at Yuan Zhao in front of him.

I heard that this guy named Yuan Zhao is also a powerful person, and Anthony didn't leave a back. With this knife, he used all the strength of his body, in order to show his unparalleled strength to shock the audience.

In the face of such might, many people near and far exclaimed. Among the countless pairs of concerned eyes, I saw Yuan Zhao standing still, neither hiding nor dodging. The light of the sword pierced the air, and it was about to slash at the top of his head!

"Brother Yuan...... Be careful! ”

The crown prince Liu Ju, who was under the escort of the Yulin Army, was about to jump to his throat. He didn't understand why Yuan Zhao didn't fight back or dodge. Even if he has always had absolute confidence in him, he can't help but shout out loud at this moment.

Before his words landed, Yuan Zhao moved! Just when the edge of the Xingyue Treasure Knife was still a few inches away from the top of his head with a thousand powers, he casually erected the Han Knife that was held horizontally in front of his chest.

There was still no dodge, no parry. It's just that in the blink of an eye, many people seem to feel that there is a lightning bolt slashing down from the clouds, and they don't know if it is an illusion or a reality. Then I heard the sound of a knife falling on the ground.

Among these people present, Liu Quyak, the Marquis of Zhongshan, who was already full of hatred for Yuan Zhao, saw it most clearly. Ever since Anthony challenged Yuan Zhao, he had watched with excitement and wanted to see for himself how his greatest political enemy had died at the hands of the Persians.

However, what he was waiting for was not the result he wanted. For a long time after that, Liu Quyak regretted why he saw this scene, so much so that he often woke up sweating profusely in his dreams, and needed to be surrounded by his wives and concubines to fall asleep again.

The things that frightened this crown prince and uncle also remained in the memories of many Chang'an people. It's just that when they talk about it, they are more eyebrows dancing and raising their eyebrows.

Yuan Zhao took a knife in his hand, and the last came first, and the evil aura of this ordinary Han knife in his hand rushed into the sky...... Before the Star Moon Treasure Knife arrived, its owner had been split in half with a single sword!

The power of a sword, so much so that Si!

Today, the sharpness of the Han Dynasty no longer needs to be obscure. Just like the knife he slashed, it was to use this to show all the foreign races in all the worlds and desolations that from now on, any behavior that dares to provoke the Han will incur the most severe punishment.

No one would have expected Prince Anthony's challenge to end so soon. Just as the Persian warriors never thought their king would fail. Although many of the Yuan Zhao worshippers present knew that their idol would definitely win, it was still a big surprise to everyone that they could solve all the troubles with such a simple and domineering sword.

Of course, even more frenzied worship and fanaticism followed. The Star and Moon Treasure Knife fell to the ground, and the Prince of Persia, who was arrogant a moment ago, didn't even have a chance to repent, so he couldn't die anymore...... This kind of means, shocking the audience, will always remain in the legend of Chang'an people.

His own invincible marshal died like this? Obviously he saw that he was going to kill the enemy, but in the blink of an eye, he was killed by the enemy! Although he didn't see the process clearly, the warriors who followed Antony and the hundreds of Persians not far away exploded at once.

The first reaction of the enraged Persians was to rush over to take revenge. Iron hooves trampling, scimitar killing, killing him before the Han Palace turned the world upside down, even if all of them died in Chang'an City today, they must avenge Marshal Anthony!

Someone won't give them that chance, though. A cavalry of the Red Fire Army, which had already been ordered by Yuan Zhao to assemble, waited for a long time at the end of the long street.

Hou Ye's sword light is an order, and when the blood of the enemy chief is spilled on the ground, it is the moment when they charge and kill the enemy!

Huo Quai, who was dressed as a Han warrior, wore a tight red robe, and he didn't have time to put on his armor. But as long as she jumped on Ryoma and took off the hanging spear, she was still the general of these brave warriors.

Master will always be Master! Huo Quzhi, who once again witnessed Yuan Zhao's great might, restrained the tenderness in his eyes. Since he had personally told him not to let go of a Persian who was present, she would accomplish the task with the utmost perfection.

The jet-black hair fluttered behind his head, and where his eyes swept like lightning, he had already sensed the restlessness of the Persian warriors. Ryoma hissed and let out a horn to charge, and the spear pointed diagonally at the sky, which was the direction of killing the enemy!

As she rode out, the long knives of thousands of Han athletes behind her, Ma Ruojiaolong, like a sharp arrow, rushed straight to the Persians thirty feet away with endless murderous aura!

The distance of more than 30 zhang is the best distance to lift the horse speed and charge to kill the enemy. In the wide square, the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the Persian warriors who were about to attack looked back with great shock.

"It's the cavalry of the Han Dynasty...... Come on! Meet the enemy! ”

The samurai leader shouted in horror and swung his sword around his horse's head, but it was too late. As soon as he flew in, the eight-legged pear spear passed through the body like a dragon out of the water, and the leader was killed by a shot, without even snorting, and the dead body fell on the horse's back.

"All the soldiers listen to my orders! In today's battle, no prisoners will be left, and they will be punished! ”

The spear was stained with blood, and wherever it was pointed, all the soldiers promised in unison, all bravely taking the lead, the sword light and sword shadow, the iron armor was cold, like a torrent of angry waves, swept by...... However, after a stick of incense, the battle was over, and the officers and men of the Red Fire Army relined themselves in formation, silent. Behind the wreckage, hundreds of Persians were killed, and none of them could escape.

"A big man, brave as a man...... Great! ”

Chang'an was boiling that day, this is the home of heroes.