During the hundred years of Dajing, the wind and rain were stable, and they all relied on the Su family's dome-breaking halberd to support thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
Suheng, the youngest god of war with a different surname in the world, joined the army at the age of seven, wore armor at the age of fifteen, put down the chaos in the Three Realms at the age of twenty, and pacified the sixteen tribes in Mobei.
His bones are all broken by the country, and the scars all over his body are all the kindness of the emperor. He has guarded the border for ten years and has never returned to the capital. He only upholds the loyalty of the emperor and his ministers to protect the peace of the country and the peace of the people.
Everyone in the world knows that the Su Family God of War has great achievements that no one can match.
But no one knows that underneath all the great achievements, there are shocking suspicions and calculations.
In the last battle in Mobei, he was hit by three arrows and severely wounded the enemy. In exchange for the surrender of the four seas and the stability of Kyushu.
On the day of triumphant return to the court, there is no reward or honor.
In the Jinluan Palace, Long Yan's face was cold, and a piece of guilt paper suddenly fell down.
Collaborating with the enemy, hiding military power secretly, and intending to rebel.
The ten deadly sins are each heartbreaking and deadly.
He spent half his life as a soldier, stained his robes with blood, and protected the king, but finally pushed him into the abyss with his own hands.
No one in the civil and military circles of the dynasty defended him.
All his former subordinates were executed.
The illustrious God of War once shed his armor and became a criminal among his subordinates.
Later, when the sky was covered with snow, his body was stripped of all his muscles and bones, the scars on his shoulder armor were removed, and all his fame was gone.
The emperor stood on the high platform and asked him calmly: "Suheng, do you know your sin?"
The young God of War, covered in residual blood, looked at the cold dragon chair and finally smiled, his eyes filled with cold gray.
"I am not guilty, but I am wrong - I protected the wrong king and the wrong country."
In this life, I have been loyal to the traitors in the court and paid the disgrace to the emperor.
A thousand years of meritorious deeds have finally become an empty dream, the cold halberd has sunk to the ground, and the God of War has never returned.
