Three Kingdoms: I will return it ten thousand times, my lord, I will never keep it for myself

Several hours passed quietly, and the dust in the sky slowly took off its heavy disguise like a tired bird returning to its nest, revealing the mottled sky after the war.

Liu Yao's elite troops stood shoulder to shoulder on this land baptized by war. Their eyes were filled with tired afterglow and the determination of victory, as if every tense nerve was waiting for the next order from the commander.

As the last wisp of gunpowder dissipated, the former glory of the royal city had turned into a devastated place, and among the broken walls and ruins, there was an endless sigh of the disappearance of life.

The relics of the battlefield were scattered everywhere - broken weapons, broken armor, and those unspeakable stories, which quietly told the tragic and tragic story of this battle.

The arrogance of the horse bandits was completely buried under the ruins at this moment. Those figures who were once so powerful were either buried by boulders and became eternally silent; or they were frightened and fled in the smoke and chaos like dogs that had lost their homes, leaving behind only a vast expanse of emptiness and desolation.

Liu Yao stood proudly on the back of the red dragon, his sleeves fluttering, like a god of war descending to the earth. He waved his arm lightly, and his gesture contained unquestionable majesty and determination.

"Everyone! Surround! I want Meng Chuge's head to worship heaven and earth!"

With his sonorous and powerful command, the Bingzhou army responded quickly, sweeping past like a black storm, and every inch of land was covered by their meticulous search.

Finally, Huang Xu found the dying Meng Chuge under a ruin.

At this time, Meng Chuge was like a candle in the wind, his lower body was ruthlessly bound by heavy boulders, unable to move. His chest seemed to be hit by a huge hammer, and it was so sunken that it was shocking. The fire of life was so weak that it was only waiting for the last gust of wind to blow it out. He was pressed by the boulder and couldn't get up at all. His chest was sunken, and he looked like he didn't have much time left.

There was no hesitation in Huang Xu's eyes, only the determination to execute orders. He silently pulled out the gleaming sword, and with a clean and neat movement, Meng Chug's head was instantly separated from his body and rolled into the dust, ending his arrogant career.

Then, the Bingzhou Army ignited a raging fire on the ruins, and the flames soared into the sky, reflecting every resolute and unyielding face. The rolling waves of fire engulfed everything, which was both the final judgment of the enemy and a warm celebration of victory and glory.

The fierce burning waves of fire lasted at least until dusk.

Liu Yao and his party were full of ambition and hurried along. Their journey was far from over, but was heading straight to the top of the legendary Langjuxu Mountain. The wind seemed to have sensed the coming changes, gently rolling up the dust and clearing the way for them.

Soon, under the leadership of the scouts, the Bingzhou Army soon arrived at the altar of Langjuxu Mountain.

When they arrived, what came into view was an altar made of rough boulders. Although it was not decorated with gold and jade, it exuded a primitive and simple solemnity.

Liu Yao stepped onto the high platform of the altar, and every step seemed firm and powerful. His eyes passed through the dust of the years and hit the huge stone tablet standing in the center, recording countless ceremonies.

In front of the stone tablet, various offerings were scattered in a disorderly manner. They were once the piety and hope of the horse bandits, but at this moment, in Liu Yao's eyes, all this would be rewritten.

In front of a huge stone tablet were many offerings.

"Remove all these sacrifices! Bring me the head of Meng Chuge."

Liu Yao stood on the altar, holding up his wine glass.

"Sprinkle the strong wine! Trample the mountains and rivers! Let's ride wildly with the autumn wind!"

"Everyone! Let's raise our glasses! Celebrate this moment together!"

Zhao Yun, Huang Xu, Zhang Liao, Dian Wei, Gongsun Xu and other generals in the audience all raised their glasses and drank the wine in the bowl.

Liu Yao looked at the obscure characters on the stone tablet, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face.

"Dian Wei! Take people and smash the stone tablet in the middle for me! I want a new one!"

After a while, Dian Wei came over with a huge and relatively flat stone.

Liu Yao took advantage of the alcohol, holding the Overlord Spear of Breaking the Formation, and began to carve words on it with all his strength.

A unique flag entered the unknown in Mobei, and his body was like duckweed and his life was hard to hold.

Thousands of states all head for the sea, a green reed plays on the top of the waves.

The startled geese scatter and the fish flee, only the broken sails remain proud here.

When the sky opens and the mist dissipates, I will stand with my hands behind my back and look up at the sky with a smile!

After carving, he stared at the stone tablet for a long time, the pride that surged in his heart was indescribable, the indescribable pride in his heart, the emotions were extremely high.

Afterwards, Dian Wei and a group of strong soldiers placed the new boulder steadily on the top of the altar with solemn and slow steps.

The Bingzhou Army's horn did not sound, but there was an invisibleThe power of the heavens permeated the air. Liu Yao stood on the top of the altar, his sleeves fluttering, as if he was a hero walking out of the long river of history. He slowly raised his hand and bowed deeply to the vast sky. That respect and piety was the most sincere respect for the heaven and earth, and also the deepest expectation for himself who was about to embark on the journey.

His movements were like invisible instructions, and thousands of Bingzhou soldiers behind him followed suit. For a time, everything was silent, leaving only the subtle sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and the blood and oaths surging in their hearts.

This silence was not only a reverence for the heavens, but also a firmness and regretlessness for his upcoming journey to revive the Han Dynasty.

"Revive the Han Dynasty! No regrets even if I die nine times!"

Liu Yao drew out the Tang horizontal sword from his waist and shouted.

His voice was not loud, but it penetrated the sky and hit the hearts of every soldier. This is not just a slogan, but also their common belief, an indelible mark flowing in their blood.

"Restore the Han Dynasty! No regrets even if you die nine times!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers, with high spirits, followed Liu Yao and shouted loudly.

Offstage, the wise and thoughtful Tian Feng and the calm and reserved Ju Su looked at each other, as if they had seen through the turmoil in each other's hearts without saying anything.

Tian Feng raised a meaningful smile and whispered:

"Haha, my lord has now sealed the wolf's lair, I'm afraid that step is not far away, right?"

Ju Su heard the words, his eyes flashed with determination and expectation, he slowly continued:

"Yes, in the near future, we will once again witness the unprecedented glory - that is a brilliant miracle that belongs only to the Han Dynasty, it will be as bright as the sun and shine forever!"

Liu Yao continued to shout on the altar:

"We, the Bingzhou Army, have always adhered to one sentence, that is, to cut the grass and root it out!"

"I just received a secret report, and secretly left the royal court under the protection of a group of people! All the way north!"

"What should we do!?"

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