In 189 AD, outside Luoyang City, at the foot of Beimang Mountain.
Three thousand Xiliang cavalry pressed down on the city like black clouds, and the earth trembled! At that time, the Taiwei, Situ and other officials were so frightened that they trembled like chaff and collapsed on the ground.
And I, a gatekeeper who had just crawled out from the pile of dead people, was holding a bloody ring-headed sword in one hand, guarding the thirteen-year-old Young Emperor Liu Bian and the nine-year-old Han Xian Emperor Liu Xie behind me.
Opposite are Dong Zhuo, the governor of Xiliang, who looks down on the world like a demon king, and Li Ru, the counselor with eyes like poisonous snakes.
"How can a few remnant soldiers rob the emperor among tens of thousands of rebels? I think you have planned it for a long time!" Faced with Li Ru's sinister temptation, all the officials around me took a deep breath and concluded that I must die.
I sheathed my sword suddenly, knelt down on one knee, and yelled with all my strength:
"The villain is really incapable of suppressing the rebellion! The villain is fighting to the death to bring His Majesty out, just because he firmly believes that looking at the world, only a hero like Dong Gong can clean up the world and stabilize the country! The villain is not running away, the villain is waiting for Dong Gong!"
After the deathly silence, Dong Zhuo burst into laughter: "Good boy! From today on, you are my soldier!"
The moment I bowed my head to express gratitude, no one saw the ambition in my eyes that was hotter than the flames of war in troubled times.
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