Chapter 40: The Man Who Descended the Mountain

The Seventh Prince returned to Baiyujing, with his 180,000 soldiers and horses, and more than 100,000 prisoners.

At the same time, the corpse of the previous emperor was also carried.

And then.

The world is in chaos!

The world is in chaos!

Because, he won!

Because, he didn't deserve to win!

This was a war with an extraordinary disparity in strength, a war without suspense, but it made the people who deserved the most unworthy of victory laugh to the end.

According to common sense, no matter how strong the army of the Seven Princes is, they can't stop the millions of heroes, but they won.

And no one in the world knew how he had done it, for all those who had come back with him were silent about it.

For some reason, this matter became a taboo for the Seventh Prince, and he did not allow anyone to talk about it.

How could one person's talk stop Youyou's mouth, but he did it, and no one in the world dared to talk about it since then.

Because he gave a terrible order: if there is any discussion about this matter, the nine tribes will be punished!

There are not a few people in the world who dare to speak out about this, and those people thought that the law did not hold the public accountable, but they were still wrong after all.

Yes, they underestimated the courage of the Seven Princes.

The man personally led the army to suppress more than 200,000 people, and more than 200,000 people died in the massacre, and no one survived.

Maybe it was a drunken gaffe, maybe it was an unintentional mistake, or maybe it was intentional, in short, the nine clans of those people were slaughtered cleanly!

This is an indescribably bloody method!

The nine clans include the fourth clan of the father, the third clan of the mother, and the second clan of the wife.

What are the Nine Tribes?

Gao, Zeng, Ancestor, Kao, Self, Son, Grandson, Zeng, Xuan.

He was a man who cared a lot about his image, but this order showed the world the image of a tyrant.

No one knew why he was so concerned about it.

But they understand one thing: the world is going to be in chaos!

He did such a terrible thing, causing the common people to live trembling all day long, as if they were on the edge of the abyss.

This has fundamentally lost the hearts of the people, how can the world not be chaotic?

In just one month, King Mu Dong rose up in the west, and Zhou Yan, King of Ping, raised troops for Tianxingdao in the east......

The world's heroes compete together for a butterfly called Jiangshan, although the butterfly is beautiful, but the butterfly can't fly to the sea after all.

For the people of the world, the sea is the Seven Princes.

The butterfly can't fly to the sea, and if they want to snatch the butterfly from the sea, they naturally have to ask him if he is willing!

Soon the smoke of war burned throughout the Great Zhou, and in such a turbulent world, no one could choose their own fate. Either go with the flow and join the rebel army, or fight against the people around you under the slogan of defending the family and the country!

When a matter becomes a major event in the world, no one in the world can stay out of it, whether he wants it or not!

Life and death, after all, are just the dust of sporadic wars!

Soldiers are in short supply, horses are in chaos! Displaced and upside down!

The molten gold sunset, the blood sails painted by the setting sun, staggered.

The once yellow hair drooped down, and the joy of being comfortable turned into a tragic situation of dead bodies supporting each other on the battlefield!

used to be full of joy, but now only "no one collects the ancient white bones"!

The golden halberd and silver hook reflect the bloody night, and the lonely soul and wild ghost shine on the white bones.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the blood grass is gorgeous.

The evening breeze blows the willows and complains, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered.

A cloudy wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

The lights are shining and the stars are shining, the voices are incomprehensible, and the songs are not endless.

Looking at the bright moon, my heart is sad.

Who lives or dies, who sighs.

I still have to blame the impermanence of this world.

Then, the Seventh Prince led the army out of Bai Yujing!

He had 180,000 men, and the whole world was standing opposite him!

The people of the world are against him, and the people under him are only a drop in the bucket.

He, he deserves to lose!

But as long as you live, there is still hope for everything.

Those who rebelled wanted to share the world with the Seven Princes, and it was supposed to end in a draw.

But a draw is not the end at all, there are only two endings, either victory or defeat!

And the Seven Princes only accept victory.

And he didn't believe in fate, never did!

He carried a golden carriage all the way through the eight gates of the rivers and lakes.

He reached an agreement with Bamen, and Bamen helped him quell the rebellion, and he brought Bamen supreme honor and a century-old foundation!

After that, he set up a carriage and came to Jueshan, a mountain that contained 100,000 grass coars.

The Seven Princes surrendered the 100,000 grass cowards and made a heavy promise!

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The people of the world have seen the difference between the Seven Princes, although he is ruthless and ruthless, but he also has great talent.

He walked through the mountains and rivers with only a three-inch incorruptible tongue, all the way to the vertical and horizontal, and soon subdued most of the rebel army.

And the rest of the people saw that the general trend had gone, and they were cowardly, but they had to send the arrow!

The Seven Princes' side fought against these demoralized men, marched south with an unstoppable momentum, and soon recovered all the rebellious grass bandits.

Thousands of miles of waves, thousands of people bow down, the rivers and lakes of the four seas, the king of a hundred generations!

He is domineering with the royal way, reigns over the world, and is proud of the others!

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister!

That year, the wind and snow were full of wind and snow, and he was behind his family and country.

The troubled times are long, and the sorrowful remnants of the sword are chaotic.

This year, holding the world in his hands, he lightly chanted the feather fan.

During that time, people all over the world quietly talked about the same thing in private.

"What kind of person is the Seventh Prince?"

"Fierce and brutal? Or is it eloquent?"

"Is he tyrannical and cruel?"

No, none of these! He is a man who cannot be described in words!

He is a man who has never existed since ancient times, and may not appear again in the future.

Although he is cruel, he also has a strong strategy.

If someone else were to sit in this position, how many people would be like him?

Nobody! Nobody! Nobody!

His merit lies in winning more with less, in creating miracles!

He was just one person, but he created one miracle after another.

He was just a man, but he did something beyond people.

He was just a man, he was domineering in his royal ways, and this huge dynasty full of grievances existed only because of him.

But only he can do it.

However, how many facts will a person like him reveal to the world?

History is written by the winner, and he is the winner, so the facts that others can know are only sporadic ones.

The facts they know are just the "facts" that the Seven Princes want them to know!

Pity!

He's just one person after all, and he's going to die!

There are no more people in the world who are looking forward to his death!

There are those who read, those who hate, those who hate, those who believe, and those who love and spoil......

This peerless Seven Princes with great talent has created many gravediggers for himself!

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"I'm back!"

"Time flies!"

After two years, he returned to Bai Yujing.

The city he knew best.

But when he stepped into the city, he only had hesitation in his heart.

Neither things nor people, nor things.

What time is it?

In the past, there was a tall building with a song and a night string, and there were dancing sleeves for the city and the country.

The city is still the same city, the tall buildings are still there, but the dancing sleeves are no longer there.

Changed...... Where did they go?

Where did they go?

That's it......

They died at their own hands, on their own bloodstained hands.

The familiar is still there, and the familiar is long gone.

He was scarred all the way, haggard physically and mentally, and he didn't know why he was obsessed!

Scold!

The Seventh Prince sneered and looked at the ancient city wall with a complicated expression.

But at this point, why did I have such an idea?

Is it emotional?

However, this situation is indeed worth feeling!

The mechanism has finally come to this point!

"I ...... No...... It's my ......."

"I ......"

"It's time for me to ascend the throne......"

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