The tradition of building a country by force still exists in the thousand-year-old civilization, that is, the Third Dynasty, which was extremely strong and very short-lived, that is, the only super era of great unification in the past thousand years. Once the territory reaches the natural boundary and there is no way to fight, the entire empire will decay rapidly, and the military management system is far more serious than the civil rule, once the center is rotten, then the people who continue to rise up can quickly overthrow the chariot of the empire.

The thousand-year-old civilization has taught the people of the world with countless corpses and bones, and the country is established by force, and the strong is strong, and it cannot last long!

And in this world, the thing that all emperors are most afraid of is not that the land is not big enough, not that there are not enough people, but that the country will not last long!

From the Third Dynasty to the Eighth Dynasty in the North, every dynasty claimed to be the last dynasty, a family of all generations, and a permanent dynasty, but at the end of the dynasty, it was either overthrown by an uprising or killed by the palace mutiny, except for the seventh dynasty of the Chenqiao Mutiny, the rest were never spared! Therefore, every emperor, once he heard that someone threatened his rule and someone threatened to change the dynasty, he would definitely jump up as soon as possible, as if facing a great enemy.

Therefore, the practice of establishing a country by force has been proved to be wrong, and it was actively avoided by all the successive emperors, and the founding emperor of the Seventh Dynasty released his military power with a glass of wine, and established the divine policy of ruling the country by the people and the military and soldiers, which was just trying to prevent his country from repeating the mistakes of the Third Dynasty.

"How can you establish a country with force!" Emperor Beiwu chuckled: "It's just to balance the Wenchen military generals...... You have also seen that the important weapon of the soldier country blindly does not pay attention to it, belittles and suppresses, and sooner or later it will make the empire defenseless and peaceful inside, and I have realized the only truth after so many years on the throne, that is, 'If you want peace, you must first fucking prepare for war'! Didn't Great Qin want to attack us a while ago? As a result, there seems to be no news from their envoys when they go back, right?"

"Your Majesty is right!

"Isn't there still me?" Emperor Wu pointed to his nose: "The way to be a king is to give every talented person a world to display their talents, otherwise, the king will not be a king, and the country will not be a country." This is actually a truth that has not been uneasy for eternity, but unfortunately, since the Third Dynasty, not all emperors have understood this truth, otherwise, how can the Dis Dynasty say?"

"Then Your Majesty, why do you want to emulate the official system of the Southern Puppet Dynasty?" Nie Wanliu threw out the second question.

"Because I have too many idlers to feed!" Emperor Beiwu scolded with a smile: "From nine grades and nine lives, to one product and one life, there are a total of eighty-one levels, and at least thirty people are hired in each rank, and many are tens of thousands, how much does this add up?! Where else do I get the military salary to feed a tiger general like you?!"

According to the report, the bureaucracy in the southern country is bloated, and the number of officials is at least 1.2 million! This is ten times the number of imperial officials......

"That's because they can't get it, the officialdom is dark, the nepotism is complicated, the whole country is top-heavy, and the people are overwhelmed...... In the future, I will reform, and out of the 120,000 people, it will be good to leave half of them, and as for the rest...... I really plan to let them set up their own sect and doctrine -- the imperial court will give them a subsidy for three or five years, and even if they can survive, if they can't survive, they will go to beg on the streets! Even the book says that they have no ability to inherit the divine skills, and they are embarrassed to say that they are young talents, and they are the dragons and phoenixes among the people...... Anyway, above my court, I will never allow a mediocre ......"

"As for those sect doctrines, in fact, it is easy to do, the so-called Linghuang of the puppet dynasty, wants to make a white dragon list, collect the world's sects, but he doesn't know that he himself is actually rebelling, let the world's sects fall under the control of the imperial court, the heroes who come and go are unwilling, rather than forcibly retracting, it is better for the court to simply pay money, from the rivers and lakes to support some potential sects, let them become bigger, and at the same time deeply implant the control of the imperial court, so that these new new sects want to develop and even want to survive, can only eat away at the power and resources of the old sects, after a battle between the two sides, the emerging sects will inevitably win with the help of the imperial court, so as to slowly iterateWouldn't it be more appropriate than sending troops directly to conquer?"

"Your Majesty Shengming...... Thinking about it, among those young people who defected to the empire, many of them are burdened with family education and teacher inheritance, if there is a sect leader to be the leader, who would want to be an official, in this way, the official reform can also be carried out smoothly——"

"I reform the official system and emulate the southern kingdom, in fact, there is a deeper meaning, I have a secret conversation with you today, in fact, I want to talk about the secrets of this, you can listen carefully......" Emperor Beiwu Zhengse said, his expression was no longer serious but solemn.

"Chen Cheng is terrified!" Nie Wanliu hurriedly knelt down deeply, he knew that a very important secret mission was waiting for him.

"I follow the example of the South, because I am a Southman. Emperor Beiwu slowly, word by word, uttered this absurd and unimaginable sentence.

"Your Majesty!!" Nie Wanliu's hairs stood up all over his body, and his first reaction was that this invincible was pretended to be a Nanguo, an assassin who really came to kill him Nie Wanliu, and he was a master among the assassins!

A master of disguise, a master of divine skills, a master of layout, in short, he must be a fake Emperor of the Northern Martial Arts! Because the Emperor of the Northern Martial Arts, who hates the southern kingdom to the bone, will never be able to say such a thing!

—just the Southlanders of the Sixth Dynasty. Emperor Beiwu said faintly, his voice was empty, as if coming from the infinite and distant past, and every word of his sentence was full of tragedy and remembrance.

"Your Majesty, don't be joking, the minister can't stand it!" Nie Wanliu's hair softened again, and he gasped weakly, just at that moment, he was completely soaked from the inside out.

"I'm not joking, I'm not joking from my ancestors. Nie Wanliu, you are a native of the north, you said, the emperor raised troops with seventy-two pairs of long knife chain mail, conquered the entire north, occupied the ice field (the whole territory of Xianbeilia) grassland (the whole territory of the Curry Charlid steppe) and a part of the desert (the eastern part of the Dalmaska Desert) and the thousands of miles of fertile fields in the north of Yandang Mountain, the establishment of a hundred years, now the king can go out of the customs with a million, you say, do you accept it? Do you think the northerners are convinced?!"

"Serve!" Nie Wanliu replied without thinking about it: "The minister grew up on the Curry Charlid prairie since he was a child, lived in pursuit of water and grass, and when he was fourteen years old, he lost his way, lost his fire, and drank blood for a year, so he is considered a northerner among the northerners, ......right? On the grassland, wives and wives are separated, and the day is precarious, and ordinary herdsmen like Chen, who have no background, are afraid that before they reach adulthood, they will be killed as sacrifices, or simply eaten by those kings and warriors! It is the first emperor who brought civilization and order to the grassland! Your Majesty! Do you know that before the first emperor came, Charlied had another name!"

"Ahh ”

"Before the emperor came, it was called the black grassland! Under the high pasture, what was buried was not thick soil, but white bones!"

"I understand, it seems that my worries are not completely necessary......" Emperor Beiwu listened to Nie Wanliu's heartfelt words, a little moved, but more satisfied: "Today, I just want to tell you that the word Harlan is just a means of incognito, and I have a more brilliant surname in this vein." ”

"The minister dared to ask, what is Your Majesty's real surname?"

"Lee. ”

A short syllable contains monstrous horror and endless treachery. Nie Wanliu froze in place, of course he knew that the Sixth Dynasty of the Southern Kingdom that had been replaced had a surname of Li.

The Sixth Dynasty of the Li Family, and the Seventh Dynasty of the Zhao Family, that is the eternal blood feud of destroying the country and destroying the door!

"No wonder!" Nie Wanliu muttered in a low voice, and bowed deeply again: "Your Majesty!

"You and I are already going to the soup to fight the fire...... Emperor Beiwu sighed softly: "The edict of the first emperor, all the descendants of the country Zuo, when they break Perxing, they must change the name of the country, restore the official system, and restore the prince's subordination!

Emperor Beiwu's voice was extremely heavy, every syllable was soaked in a hundred years of dusty blood and fire, Nie Wanliu deeply bowed to the ground, I don't know what kind of tragedy, tragedy and forbearance, relying on what kind of perseverance to persist today.

The lobby fell silent again, neither of them spoke, silent in the reminiscence of their past. After a long time, Emperor Beiwu waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's stop here today! Tomorrow, you go and find me ten of the bravest soldiers in the barracks who are willing to charge forward every time, and I want to set an example for them and reward the whole army!"

"Minister, obey the order!" Nie Wanliu got up, and his actions were full of steely toughness.

"By the way, Nie Wanliu, I know that you actually have some opinions on the Zhang family's extermination case......

"Your Majesty, that's already in the past!" Nie Wanliu hurriedly said, he didn't know if he had become disloyal in the eyes of the king now, but he knew that this was a pain in his heart and a stain on his life - this kind of careful thinking was known by the emperor, and most of them would be punished heavily, right?

"I, I don't want you to kill you in vain!" the young Beiwu Emperor stood up, and Nie Wanliu suddenly felt that his height was much shorter compared to his image, after all, in the eyes of the people of the empire, this emperor of ordinary height was like an inhuman god.

"The matter of the Zhang family, after Pershing was breached, I will personally explain to you that although they are pitiful, they are not innocent. Emperor Beiwu said, slowly lowering his eyes, this action made him look a bit like the Spirit Emperor. "Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this!" Nie Wanliu said in a trembling voice, he not only felt flattered at this time, but also felt a sense of shame, and only then did he realize that he was actually not qualified to question His Majesty's decision at all.

Emperor Beiwu, this young man is almost perfect in the eyes of the people of the North.

"No, it's me, your agreement. Emperor Beiwu stubbornly said: "A leader who can't let his subordinates truly understand and respect is not worthy of having this subordinate." I am not perfect, I have given wrong orders, I have killed many people, and I have regretted it, but these have nothing to do with the Zhang family. ”

After Emperor Beiwu finished speaking, he waved his hand lightly, meaning that Nie Wanliu could really leave this time.

Nie Wanliu walked backwards out of the hall, for the first time in his life, he did not return to the camp to inspect the camp as soon as he had official duties, but climbed the city wall alone.

On the city wall, there are also scorch marks left by the firing of the red-coated cannons of the southern country, which are the traces left by the gunpowder that threw the copper ball.

Nie Wanliu stood on top of each of these scorch marks, looking far into the south, motionless until nightfall.

"Silver Dust......" his murmur spread out in the wind, filled with endless, helpless sorrow. He knew that he was destined in this life, destined to charge forward for a generation of Ming Jun, without complaint or regret, destined to meet the only disciple he fancied and fight on the battlefield.

【Pershing City, the capital of the Southern Empire, the trail in front of the East Palace of the Forbidden City】

On the evening of the twenty-fifth day of the seventh month of the ninth year of the Showa era.

Just as Nie Wanliu was staring in the direction of Pershing City and saying his final goodbye to the silver-haired disciple who had no fate, the silver-colored young man was stepping over the almost half-foot-high golden threshold of the Dongzheng Palace, which symbolized praise and glory, and walked out of the thick and majestic vermilion gate in the envious and flattering eyes of many inner court guards.

The setting sun, at this time, has only the last rays of afterglow, as if silently telling the fate of the entire empire.

The silver-colored young man was wearing a silver-colored court dress, with a string of red beads, and his long silver-colored hair flowed into a silver-colored match in the colorless breeze, and on the top of his head, the small copper crown also became a silver texture, which was the identity of the glorious lord of the empire, although it was not hereditary, but in terms of status, he was already able to sit on an equal footing with the prince.

Since then, his own status has been almost equal to that of the prince, and when the prince sees him, he has to kneel and call him "adult"!

The title of Shenwu Hou seems to be a level lower than the real king Zhao Lingyun is seeking the position of Grand Duke for him, it is like degrading the official and cutting the knight, of course, in fact, no one can hide the fact that he does not obey the order of the co-ordinator and leaves the ghost road without authorization, and if ordinary people act like this, it is definitely the sin of killing the head, Yinchen is demoted to Shenwu Hou without an actual fief because of this, which is obviously a demotion to be convicted and demoted.

However, the actual official position of a guerrilla general followed by Shenwu Hou seemed to the officials of Pershing Chengli to be dead.

Shenwu Hou + guerrilla general, it doesn't seem to be much, after all, the guerrilla general is the head of the Kyoto fast reaction force, from the fourth grade, and it is a killer leader who specializes in helping the Linghuang or the Hou Party eradicate dissidents, and it is nothing, but those who are familiar with the thousand-year-old history know that Shenwu Hou + guerrilla general, one step further, is the king of Wuling!