In the 246th year of Jingguo's reign, he was in Bingyin, winter.
This is a year destined to go down in history. Jingguo has been in existence for more than 200 years, and has been fighting against the Northern Barbarians for more than 200 years. For a hundred years, Jingguo lost troops and territory, humiliated itself and sued for peace, and paid tribute year after year. The Northern Barbarian cavalry march southward every year, like locusts crossing the border, plundering our grain and grass, slaughtering our people, and raping our wives and daughters. The kings of the Jingguo Dynasty all aimed to avenge their humiliation. However, due to the lack of national power, they could only endure and wait for the attack.
Until this year—Zhao Wuye, the general who conquered the North, led his army deep into the hinterland of the Northern Barbarians, defeated 12 cities in a row, killed 30,000 enemies, and planted the Jing national flag a hundred miles away from the royal court of the Northern Barbarians. The whole country rejoiced, thinking that a century of humiliation was finally coming to an end.
However, God did not bless Jingguo.
Just when Zhao Wuye was preparing for the final blow, a traitor appeared in the army. Overnight, the situation reversed. Fifty thousand elite troops from Jingguo were surrounded by a hundred thousand coalition troops from the Northern Barbarians. After seven days and nights of bloody fighting, Zhao Wuye died on the battlefield, and his head was hung outside the Northern Barbarian Royal Court.
When the news came back, the whole country was in mourning and all the people felt the same sorrow.
But at this moment, an eighteen-year-old boy, wearing sackcloth and mourning, knelt in front of Mingguang Palace, kowtowed and bled, weeping blood and asking for a tassel——
"Your Majesty, please go north to follow my father's will to kill all the northern barbarians and avenge the country's humiliation!"
