Chapter XXIII: His Majesty the Emperor

The radiance of the bitter life shone on the earth, enveloped the battlefield, and then spread out into the distance, and those who were shrouded in light felt distracted. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, the sound of hard work came into their ears, like thunder, shocking the heart, and like the most beautiful song, refreshing people's hearts and lungs.

I don't know how many soldiers, the movements in their hands stopped, looked at the enemy who was cut down in the ground by themselves, and remorse arose in their hearts, why fight? Why kill?

They suddenly felt that this war had no meaning, and their hearts were desperate for peace.

The lower the cultivation, the deeper this feeling, ordinary people even knelt on the ground, praying sincerely in their hearts, not to mention the Shinto doctrine soldiers, even the soldiers of the imperial court, they all felt that they should put down the butcher's knife and take refuge in the seat of suffering.

The higher the cultivation, the deeper the feeling of hardship, but their self-control is also higher, and they will not waver easily.

Zhang He, the commander of the Yongchao bandits' army, was even more so, he did not respond to the bitter life at all, and roared and shouted: "Fight! Have you forgotten why you are standing here? You are the soldiers of the Yongchao, the greatest soldiers!"

However, his call is too far from the effect of hard life, although the martial artists with high cultivation are cheered up, but the low cultivation is not energetic, and the situation of the battle is reversed, even if the army of the Yong Dynasty can support it for a while, but in the end it is still inevitable to fail.

Scanning the battlefield, the sadness in the bitter eyes did not weaken, what he needed was not victory, no one would sacrifice anymore, but it was too difficult, his wish was so beautiful, but the reality was so cruel, he felt that his wish seemed to be never realized.

He longs for peace, for the peace of the world, but he is waging war.

He longed for no one to die, but to keep dying in front of him, one by one, not only his enemies, but also his followers.

It's not that he didn't doubt whether his choice was wrong, on the contrary, he always doubted, deeply doubted, but he still chose to do so, and he has always persevered.

No matter how confused and painful he is, he is still doing it and moving forward.

Looking at the bloody battlefield, looking at the crazy soldiers on both sides, and the wailing wounded, the tragic death, there were tears in his eyes.

He took his steps with difficulty, it was so difficult, as if his legs were tied by something heavy, he was a master at the peak of the Shinto realm, what was so heavy that it was difficult to lift his feet?

Is it the lives of these soldiers?

Or is it the future of this world?

But no matter how heavy his steps were, he still lifted up and took a step, and it was so resolute.

One step out, the divine power is overwhelming, the sky seems to be bright at this moment, the divine light shines on the world, from the Central Plains to the four directions, the whole world seems to be sensitive.

The army of the Yong Dynasty seemed to have been struck by lightning, and even Zhang He's expression had changed greatly, it was too strong!

This is the bitter life, this is the leader of Shintoism, the person who wants to subvert the eternal dynasty, Zhang He is not the enemy of the bitter life, he has never been, if it weren't for the emperor's majesty who has been supporting him behind his back, he would have been unable to hold on for a long time.

Even Zhang He is like this, and the impact on other masters can be imagined.

"Enough!" a voice suddenly sounded.

It's a faint voice, but it has an endless majesty that makes everyone want to surrender, and so does the imperial army, and so does the Shinto army.

This is the most majestic voice in the world, and the person who utters these words is naturally the most majestic person in this world.

Who is the most majestic person in this world? From the three princes and nine kings, down to the common people of Limin, the masters of various factions, and even the barbarian people, all of them will think of His Majesty the Emperor of the present day, the Emperor of the Eternal Dynasty of this generation.

No one can say clearly how majestic His Majesty the Emperor is, not even those who have seen it with their own eyes, just like these people now.

His Majesty the Emperor is here, the current Emperor of the Yong Dynasty, wearing a purple and gold dragon robe and a crown, walking step by step in the air.

When he took the next step, people's hearts shook, and groups of people knelt on the ground, prostrate on the ground, as if to kiss his feet.

But His Majesty's feet are so high that even if they look up, they can't get close to his feet, let alone when they're prostrate.

The people on the earth, looking at His Majesty the Emperor, have respect, fear, worship, and fear......

The expressions of each were different.

His Majesty the Emperor bowed his head and glanced at the faces of these people, and on his majestic faces, there was a pair of different eyes, very kind, as if he could soothe the hearts of others.

"Your Majesty!" Zhang He knelt in the air and cried: "The last general should be damned! I can't share your worries for Your Majesty, I want Your Majesty to take action personally." ”

His Majesty the Emperor said softly: "Enough! What you have done is enough! You don't need to blame yourself, the person who blames yourself is me, and I can't shelter you." ”

"Your Majesty......" is not only Zhang He, but also the soldiers of the Yongchao army are crying silently.

There are many people who think that His Majesty the Emperor is a faint monarch, but only they know, no, everyone who has seen His Majesty the Emperor is clear, His Majesty the Emperor is not only a majestic person, but also a very gentle person.

The army of the Yong Dynasty is very miserable, defeated in a hundred battles, this is in the army in history, there is really no worse situation than the situation they encountered, but the soldiers of the army of the Yong Dynasty rarely have deserters, less than the Shinto army on the other side, and the Shinto army has the same spiritual pillar of hard life, they also have a spiritual pillar, that is, the emperor in front of him.

In the minds of the soldiers of the Yong Dynasty, His Majesty the Emperor is the most perfect existence, high and amiable, obviously he should be a person in the clouds, and he should disdain their existence, but he always remembers them and warms them, for such a Majesty the Emperor, even if he is broken, what does it matter?

His Majesty the Emperor did not catch up with his soldiers, there was no such time at this moment, and his Majesty the Emperor, who was high above, was not used to making sad speeches.

He faced his enemies, his enemies, the Shinto masters, and his life.

"We meet again, His Royal Highness the Prince, no, you are His Majesty the Emperor now!" was the first to speak, and he looked at His Majesty the Emperor, with endless emotion in his eyes.

"Yes, twenty years have passed, and we meet again!" replied His Majesty the Emperor, his voice so gentle that there seemed to be no anger at all.