The Human Emperor

“How…, how…, why this is so”

Li Jun envied his hands and muttered to himself. Tears could not stop flowing down. At this moment, he really lost, not to Wang Chong, but to reality! He is well aware that the ideals of Confucianism for thousands of years, the succession of generations of former servants, committed to the realization of the "one size fits all”, have completely failed.

“Lee Jun Yee, you're really wrong. Look around. Look at the people you trust. You've failed everyone! ”

At this time, Wang's cold voice came from the top of his head. He stood high and watched Li Junjealous, who had lost his soul on the ground. This, he was not even in the mood to fall down on Li Junjealous. Confucianism, this is a disgrace to the whole empire!

“I don't have time to compare with you, Lee Jun Yee, just reflect! If anything goes wrong with this war, you and the whole Confucian army will die for it! ”

Leaving this sentence with hatred, Wang Zheng's sleeve swayed and led Li Jiye and others away quickly.

The war has broken out. As a general, he is ready to go to the front line at any time. As for Li Junqiao, he has ignored the flaws.

……

After hearing Wang Chong's words, it seemed as if he had lost all his strength. Li Jun's body was soft. The whole person was paralyzed and his eyes instantly lost their light.

“Young Master! ”

The sword ghost was shocked and hurried forward, hugging Li Junjealous. But Li Junjealous was blind.

“Am I wrong? Am I really wrong...”

Watching Wang flush away from the back of the shadow, countless thoughts echoed in Li Jun's envy. He thought of many things in the electric light and stone fire room.

In the middle of the meditation, Li Jun remembered what Wang Chong had said, "Though the country is large, the battle must die; the country is rich, but the war must be forgotten”; he remembered that in the battle of the Confucianism, he shouted once and again; he remembered those martial arts museums that he himself funded and built in all parts of Kyushu; he remembered his anger and ordered the army to go to the border to eliminate the eight thousand hoops that caused the tragic events; he remembered him once and again with red eyes, and his own arguments…, various memories, constantly appeared in Li Jun's eyes, the time, a great sense of guilt and regret burned in Li Jun's heart.

From that moment on, Li Jun suddenly realized that he was really wrong!

And that teenager, who couldn't have been crowned, had already seen it all!

In the rear, looking at Wang Chung's back, Li Jun envied and Confucian people lost their souls, unable to speak for a long time.

……

“Bong Lung Lung! ”

When the Great Tang Dynasty boiled, at the same time, his gaze swept through the heavy space and landed in the far western world. At this moment, from Baghdad, the far empire of the Great Emperor's Eating Power, all the way to Onion Ridge, the area of Shattered Yecheng in the western realm, the heavens swayed, and countless large food armies were dense and numb, as well as the unknown number of governors, vice governors, moving in the direction of the western realm.

“Hee-hee! ”

The horse hissed, on the road of the East Conquest, the iron rider of a large food army had a full body of iron armor, and the long whip of his hand was pounded, rolling like a long serpent in the air, banging, heavily beating on a large food cavalry of Saleh, immense power penetrated through the armor, and sucking the large food iron rider of Saleh all trembled in pain.

And when the long whip was retracted, even the big food cavalry left a deep whip on its hard iron armor.

“Come on, come on! Hurry up! Delayed the march date, everyone dies! ”

The iron rider's voice was so powerful that a pair of forest cold eyes, like a sword, landed on the hundreds of thousands of cannibals, dense as a forest, constantly pouring forward. Among these, there are the elite big-food iron rides in the provinces of the Empire, the militias temporarily recruited to complete their initial training, and the giant Vajra, with his headdress focused on armor, carrying a huge box, whose huge feet, each time falling, cause a strong vibration on the ground.

“Roar!”

And just in front of the Vajra giant, a famous colorful, bigger than ordinary cannibals, a few laps of staple food, riding a head 89 meters tall, with armored giant beasts going forward, these giant beasts are much smaller than the giant beasts of Ross City, but they are wrapped around their necks, they look and the giant carnivores on their backs acquiesce to each other, and train for a long time, and then, under the escort of the army, the herds of camels, giant weights and instruments, the herds of cattle and sheep…, all continue to flow, night after night towards the distant green, and the whole eastern world.

pā pā pā pā!

Whiplash sounds endlessly in the long army, and countless iron rides are monitored.

“Come on, serve the Empire, it's your endless glory! ”

“Blessed be you and your children in the countless days to come, proud to be able to participate in the great conquest of the Empire to conquer the whole Eastern world! ”

“To trample the East and conquer the heathens, the entire land world will fall under Halifah's rule, and with your efforts you will be able to redeem your slaves! ”

“To be able to fight for the empire's reunification of the Oriental world and the final conquest will be the noblest mission and the most glorious sign of your life as warriors! ”

“This time the Supreme Commander is the legend of the Empire, the Great Saint Ancient White, who will pray for your souls! Those who are weak and retreating on the battlefield, their descendants will always be laughed at. Only if they move forward and die will they be recited by the Empire forever. You are true warriors! ”

……

After a long burst of scolding, under the whip of iron whip and long sword, a famous cannibal was brilliant, unstoppable and quickly turned towards the Oriental world.

And the eyes were constantly shifting away from this army, like the river and sea, and all the way up, raving, accompanied by a sudden vibration of wings, a black feather the size of a thumb cap fell from the sky, and above, a fierce big food falcon quickly flew past, the air fluttered, leaving a raft.

And up, hundreds of falcons, dancing in the sky, constantly passing through the sky, all the time, all the time.

“Finally waiting for the day! ”

In the middle of the team, a long figure rides across a tall, dark, cannibal ride, with sharp eyes constantly looking ahead.

Abe * * * *!

Once the most powerful Oriental Governor, he finally set foot once again on the journey to the East.

The Battle of Tyros, the greatest defeat and the greatest disgrace of Abe * * * 's life, was caused by his failure, which eventually led to a smooth westerly wave of these eastern armies, the occupation of Khoroshan after Samarkand, and the unprecedented loss of millions of troops to the Empire.

This is the shame of Abe * * * 's life, and if this shame is not washed away, he will be crucified on the shame pillar of the Empire and become the most defeated governor, even if death does not break free, and will be shamed by future generations. This is harder than death for an ambitious imperial commander.

There were still many opposition within the Empire to the re-activation of Abe * * * * during this East Conquest, although the Great Sacred Sect still chose to activate him, stationing him in the middle of the army and overseeing the march of the entire army.

According to ancient Taibai, Abe * * * * remains the governor who knows the whole Oriental world best, so he will still give him one chance and the last.

“The mighty Oriental world, and... Wang Chong, this time, I will personally lead you to defeat and complete the final conquest! This time, … I will never back down! ”

Abe * * * * looked at the eastern sky and looked at the rolling flames and smoke in the distance with a firm and unmatched eye.

“Boom, boom, boom! ”

And behind his eyes, in the rear of the army, the drums of war rumble, like thunderbolts.

On the back of a giant, more than sixty metres tall hieroglyphic beast, a golden giant dome tent, set up with giant ivory, looks sacred, noble and radiant, like a godly dwelling.

“Hualala! ”

A big falcon descended from the sky into a golden dome camp and was quickly held by a powerful, sharp Ironclad hand.

“Grand Sacred Sect, Gabus sent a message from the front line that his Pioneer Army had successfully attacked and killed the Western Guards. Gabus led Lafayette and Rayd, killing two commanders and leaving a seriously wounded man on the run. Because late at night, Gabus didn't go after him! ”

“In addition, according to the Grand Sacred Patriarch, Tiros has succeeded in taking it, except that the owner of the Chinatown seemed somewhat alert and vanished immediately after we broke through the city pool. ”

“At present, our men have taken full control of Tiros, and a great deal of grass and heavy weights have been transported to the city in the early period and heavily guarded. ”

“Gabbas replied that they had room to continue eastward, except that the intentions of the Us Tibetan and Western Turkic Khan countries on both sides of the western realm were unknown, and that Gabbas had shrunk its army and actively built its defences, all of which awaited further orders from the Great Sacred Sect! ”

In the camp tent, a fierce breath, like a storm, wearing black armor and a golden fiery holy pattern, the martial arts general held the letterhead, bent his back and respectfully respected.

Golden Flaming Sacred Pattern, this is the pro soldier symbol of the Great Saint Ancient White. Back then, when the ancient Taibai had swept the world, the mighty iron rider with the golden holy pattern, the Civil War of the South, the extermination of the city of the slaughterhouse, hardly united enemies, created the legend of the whole great food.

Until now, there are still a number of governors and vice-governors, modelled on this army of the Great Sacred Sect, to build a brigade of strength, but throughout the Great Food Empire, the great army of the Great Sacred Sect was still recognized, the most powerful brigade of the entire empire.

In a huge camping tent, a silence, just opposite the Great Eater Warlord, the Great Saint Zonggu was standing side by side with the great priest in a silver and white robe. The two men were black and white, distinct and in stark contrast.

“Enough to keep him in the west, waiting for our army to arrive, the Us Tibetans and the West Turks are not credible, the Empire had pulled them together many times before, but they rebelled repeatedly. Hold them steady until we destroy Da Tang, then smoothly beat them all together and completely conquer the entire Oriental world! ”

The pale eyes of ancient times looked at a book written in the words of the great food in his hand and faded away.