Zhao Changqing wants to pass through millions of enemy troops by himself to assassinate Zhao Hao!

When two armies confront each other, as long as the opponent's commander dies, the enemy army will inevitably be in chaos. At that time, the war can end as soon as possible.

Although it was a desperate risk, Zhao Changqing was willing to take such a risk!

Soon, Changhong got closer and closer to Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao, who was leaning on a black iron crutch, looked at Changhong who was gradually approaching him, with a calm expression.

Some soldiers wanted him to retreat.

Because anyone with a discerning eye can know that the real purpose of this Changhong is actually Zhao Hao!

Nowadays, Zhao Hao is the soul and spiritual support of this army. If he falls, this army will collapse without any attack.

Therefore, the safety of the marshal must be guaranteed at all costs.

However, when Zhao Hao heard other people's advice, he remained unmoved and even murmured to himself: "Is this the strength of the Wei Emperor? It's really amazing. Even in his heyday, I'm afraid it was nothing more than this.

But, isn’t it said that the Emperor of Wei possesses the Emperor’s Fire? To deal with the old man, just relying on this ray of rainbow is not enough!”

The Changhong that gathered momentum as Zhao Changqing swung his sword shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually converging into the Human Emperor Sword.

This sword began to bloom with dazzling rays of light, illuminating him as if he were divine.

Stab with a sword and approach Zhao Hao.

This old man, despite being a hundred years old, could resist this sword and still seemed to be able to do it with ease.

I could see that his black iron staff exuded a simple and heavy aura, as if it was a place in the wilderness. With a slight click, when it collided with Zhao Changqing's Human Emperor Sword, some energy actually rippled like ripples in the water of a lake.

Taoism has a saying, the best is like water.

His defense seemed to be harmless, but it was the most incomprehensible.

Just like water, soft and weak, it can mitigate all killing attacks in the world.

That is to say, under this strange energy fluctuation, the Human Emperor Sword is not even used up!

This surprised Zhao Changqing. He didn't expect that Zhao Hao would be so capable. "That day when you met with my prime minister, why did you say that you were not my opponent, for fear that I would kill you?"

When the two were competing in terms of momentum, Zhao Changqing made a voice of doubt.

This Zhao Hao seems to have been hiding his clumsiness.

Zhao Hao did not answer his question.

There were generals beside him who were charging towards Zhao Changqing, but before they could get close to him, they were burned to death by the flames released around him.

Zhao Hao looked at the appearance of this strange flame, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart. Soon, he used his own willpower to quickly suppress this feeling. In his eyes, he looked at this kind of flame.

It has already revealed a strong sense of fear,

"Is this the Emperor's Fire?"

He sighed.

According to legend, only Qin Shihuang could control the Imperial Fire. The Emperor of Wei actually possessed it. Is it really destiny for Wei?

He didn't believe in fate, but all this seemed too coincidental.

It is said that at that time, Qin Shihuang also had a cloud of fierce generals and a rain of counselors under his command.

Compared with today's Wei State, where there are so many talented people, it's almost as if they retreated.

However, there is a miraculous thing. It is said that after the death of Qin Shihuang, the famous ministers and generals who followed him died almost overnight, their souls disappeared, and there was nowhere to search.

I don't know if this is true or not.

Later, some people said that those people followed the First Emperor into the tomb and planned to protect him from generation to generation.

Back to business.

During the fight between the two, Zhao Hao asked: "Where did your imperial fire come from?"

Zhao Changqing sneered: "A mere Tang official, what qualifications do you have to ask me?"

He began to gather all his strength and adjust the strength of the alien fire to the maximum.

He wanted to use the power of the strange fire to burn Zhao Hao to dregs!

'boom!'

An earth-shattering explosion sounded.

...

The war is over.

The two sides ended in a draw.

Noon the next day.

Zhao Changqing was sitting in the carriage, as if he was injured, and Daji had been taking care of him.

Zhuge Liang stood outside the carriage and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to set off?"

Zhao Changqing nodded, "Let's go, it's time to go back to Luoyang."

After the explosion that shocked the past and present, the war also ended.

This ancient war has been going on until now, and it is time to end it.

As this war continues, there is absolutely no need for it.

Zhao Changqing sighed, "Where did the Tang army retreat to?"

Zhuge Liang shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, the scouts from all over the country have been withdrawn."

Zhao Changqing nodded, closed his eyes, and coughed a few more times.

In the final showdown with Zhao Hao, he decisively chose to burn his lifespan and resisted the attack of the strange fire.

This is something Zhao Changqing never imagined.

Before he returned, he knew nothing about Zhao Hao, who was hiding his strength.

Unexpectedly, he is also proficient in the magical power of burning life.

Daji suddenly saw blood staining the emperor's chest and abdomen again. She was shocked and asked quickly: "Your Majesty, you..."

Zhao Changqing shook his head and said: "No problem."

Anyway, this is the first time he has suffered such a serious injury.

It’s better to underestimate the many heroes in the world.

Tang Jun.

Hundreds of thousands of Tang troops began to return home.

No one in the army could have imagined that this war would end in a draw.

Zhao Hao burned his life last night, and now, the Clay Bodhisattva can't save himself when crossing the river.

Like Zhao Changqing, he was also sitting in a carriage, but the difference was that the latter coughed dryly, while the former coughed up blood.

His life was already in danger, as if he were like a candle that could be extinguished at any time.

"Stop."

Zhao Hao, who had just coughed up a mouthful of blood, suddenly wanted to get off the carriage and take a walk.

The few remaining Kowloon generals and Deng Qi looked at the old general carefully.

They were truly convinced of this old man.

If it were not for the old general, I am afraid that this war would end with the defeat of the Tang army.

"marshal..."

When Deng Qi saw the old general getting off the carriage, he quickly asked with concern.

The old man smiled at him and said, "No problem, Deng Qi, you must study hard in the art of war I gave you from now on."

Deng Qi solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, old general."

Among the Jiulong generals and Deng Qi, the old man only nodded and praised Deng Qi.

He walked towards a small hill in the distance on foot with a wooden crutch, carrying a bench in his other hand.

"You don't need to follow me. Let the army rest where it is for a while."

When all the soldiers heard this, they were speechless.

Just looking at the back of the old general, some people even felt a little hazy in their eyes.

A hundred-year-old man still has to shoulder the important responsibilities of his family and country. It is really not easy for him to come here.

The old man put the bench on the ground, with his back against the green hills and his face towards a small stream under the green hills, and murmured: "A general dies in a hundred battles, and a strong man returns in ten years."

The old man could sit there all afternoon.

No one dared to disturb me.
To be continued...