The Human Emperor

At that moment, it was like a rush into your heart, and Wang shook his heart violently. Thousands of people in the capital have petitioned, demonstrated, marched, spoken thousands of words, and even attacked him directly. On the street, the little boy lowered his head, empty-handed, as if something had been done, and walked cowardly into the room behind him.

When he saw the little boy's last moments before entering the house, his grieving, overwhelmed and confused eyes, Wang's heart suddenly twitched violently.

In the bustling, noisy streets, not many people noticed the little boy beside the medicine shop, not many noticed the mother, their presence seemed humble and insignificant, but for Wang Chong, the whole Beijing master, all the protesters, they did not come huge and bright.

The slander, all the criticism and defamation, was even more painful than the little boy lost his sight before entering the house.

The cornerstone of an empire is determined by the people, but the cornerstone of the people is precisely that “little boy”. When the little boy did something seriously and wanted to protect the empire, his closest relatives told him that abandoning the letter was nothing good and that when there was no future, the future fate of the empire was doomed!

If no one is willing to stand up to protect this empire, protect this Divine State and the people, and there will be fewer and fewer martial arts in Datang, then waiting for this empire will only be the most tragic fate.

From rebirth until now, not for a moment he wasn't running fast. Not for a moment, he wasn't worried about saving the empire, saving the entire collapsed state of God, and countless other people he loved on this land. So whether it's the Battle of the Southwest, the Battle of Jurossia, or the Battle of Khoroshan, he did everything he could to survive and die.

When the great food collapsed and hundreds of thousands of armies were turned into ice sculptures in the snowstorm, and when Emperor Mutassim III of Tigris River, the great food empire, had to send more than one billion taels of gold, the king thought he had won, thinking he had succeeded in changing the fate of this empire and this divine state.

But when I saw the literary warlords in the chapel, when I saw the crowds marching in the alley of Beijing Master Street, and when I saw the committing boy on the street, Wang Conflict suddenly felt wrong.

Datang has been at peace for too long, hiding too many dark currents and too many crises on the surface of the world. He has been doing his utmost to increase the strength and strength of this empire by forming a horseman, forming a stranger's team, searching for overseas meteorites, building Oz steel weapons and recruiting mercenaries.

But stronger strength, more strength, can only save a moment of crisis, not change this state forever. The Battle of the Southwest, the Battle of Poros…, these crises are far from beginning and never ending. In order to achieve lasting peace, the idea of this empire must be changed once and for all!

What the world really needs to save is not a war of two tragic defeats, but a decaying human heart!!

Wang held his fist tightly and trembled all over his body.

At that moment, Wang deeply felt that he had to do something.

Even if no one supports them, even if they are not understood by anyone, they must do something to lead the country, avoid the mud and embark on the right path before the wind and rain of the world shake.

“Back to the house! ”

The carriage finally crossed Heavy Street Alley and drove into the Royal Deep Mansion.

That, the whole Beijing master, including Wang Chong himself, nobody knows, the next storm will sweep the whole Datang, sweep the whole world, and will radically change this ancient country of the East! Wheels throughout history will also roll down another road.

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When Wang Chong entered the mansion, the whole capital also undergone a major change. Things are going a lot more intensely than many people think. Instead of showing any signs of weakening, the anti-war march that swept through the Kyushu division intensified and began to spread from the Kyushu division. And as the call to combat war grows, so does the call for disarmament.

Numerous letters flew to the border in the hope of recalling their children in the army. All kinds of war-torn emotions have reached the max.

Under pressure from the civilian population, less than two days later, the Court was compelled to adopt a resolution not to contribute troops and to formally disarm 300,000 people. And before the first wave subsides, the first wave rises again, just three days later, and another, more shocking news comes.

--Losing Datang's support, Horoshan finally got completely broken by the big meal after a long time!

Khoroshan is completely destroyed!

All this information was channelled into Wang Chong's residence.

……

When the whole of the Beijing master was noisy, the main entrance of the Wang family mansion was closed.

“What do you say? Still haven't moved the meal we sent over? ”

In the royal palace, Su Shixuan looked at the instrumentation beside him, his eyes filled with anxiety. Since the return of the Fall Dynasty, Wang Chung has locked himself in the study. Without a word, the dining box sent to him is still intact.

Su Shixuan tried to sneak out the door, but there was no sound in the study, which worried Su Shixuan, including the upper and lower parts of the house.

“No movement! Your Majesty's situation is worrying! ”

Xu Keyi replied:

“This must have hit him hard. ”

Xu Keyi was not less worried than Su Shixuan.

Wang Chong has always had great hopes for the court, but this time, both the court and the folk, Wang Chong felt a deep disappointment. Confucianism in the Beijing master has even begun to attack Wang Chong directly. Xu Keyi can speculate that Wang Chong must be very sad now, even their subordinates are deeply saddened by Wang Chong. However, in the face of this wave of anti-war, whether he or Xu Koyi, there is very little that can be done.

“Alas!”

They both glanced at Wang's closed study door and sighed long in their hearts.

At this moment, Wang Chong's study was quiet.

Looking through the door, Wang Chung sat behind the desk, motionless, and he had been in this state for five days. His desk was filled with all sorts of letterheads, Horoshan's, the court's, the folk's, all the news like an insect ant, biting his heart. Wang Chung's eyes closed, pale and colorful, motionless, as if petrified, yet under the calm surface, no one knows, at this moment Wang's heart is a storm.

After rebirth, the Battle of the Southwest, the Battle of the Los Angeles…, including the collapse of Shenzhou in the previous life, the Jiuzhou havoc, all kinds, all came to the mind of Wang Chong.

Today's Great Tang is strong and prosperous, yet one sees only its glory and one triumph, yet one never thinks how much life and blood it has given for today's strength and prosperity.

History is like a knife, and people see only its sharp side, but they don't see the blood it contaminates. History is like a gem, and people are often attracted to its brilliance and glamour, but they forget the disgusting leaching of the artisans behind it.

When the whole of the King's division lived in fantasy, demanded peace, opposed to war, few noticed that the distant Khoroshan, likewise yearned for peace, but there were corpses everywhere and bloodshed.

War is not as far away from Datang as you can imagine. When Hulosan's blood flows into a river, Datang still lives in fantasy.

Everyone yearns for peace, but forgets that peace is not begged for, but fought for. Peace through war, peace through survival and peace through death through peace.

Nature is cruel, the world is cruel, cicadas are captured by mantis, but mantis is eaten by yellow birds. How many bloodshed and sacrifices does it take to understand the simple logic that "weak nations have no diplomacy and must be beaten behind”?

In a southwestern battle, Wang Zhong saved nearly a million people, and in a Battle of Ross, Wang Zhong saved the whole of Ansi, Xi and Xi, but this time, Wang Zhong deeply felt that what he was trying to save was the fallen heart of this empire.

Anxiety! Ouch!

All kinds of emotions, different feet, converge in the heart.

“It can't happen again, it can't happen again! ”

Wang's heart is extremely turbulent.

If everyone chooses to remain silent, then they will never choose to remain silent; if everyone chooses to turn a blind eye and give way, then it is important that the empire be made to understand a reason, even if it is not understood, even if it is disgraced and crushed.

Shh!

Wang rushed to pick up the pen from the pencil holder and dipped it in ink. At that moment, all the species, all the experiences, converged in the mind, eventually turned into a clear thought.

Wang Chung spread out a piece of paper, exhausted all his strength, and wrote five large words on it:

“Strong! Power! That's right! Ri!”

Boom boom, when the first word falls in the moment, the sky and earth suddenly winds and lightning flashes, when the second word falls in the moment, the thunder in the heavens and the earth flashes countless times, and the storm pours out of the sky. And when Wang finished writing the last word, the whole of Beijing became astonished, and endless lightning swept through the clouds.

And the deafening voices of the heavens and the earth. Even the storms in the heavens and the earth were countless times more intense, and the winds whistled, like ghosts crying, seemed to be shaken by those five words.

“What's going on? It's a few hours from dark. Why is it dark so fast? ”

Almost at the same time, countless people in the King's division came out of the window. Look at the dark sky above your head and the bright, dragonsnake-like thunder, full of fear in your eyes. Even in the alley, the people who had been demonstrating for several days in a row also hid in the room, looking at the end of the sky, a suspicious and uneasy mind.