As soon as Lin Qing opened her eyes, her mouth was full of mud.
He was buried alive.
The one who buried him was one of his own - the Northern General raised an army of 300,000 to rebel, and sacrificed him to the flag first.
The original owner of this body held thirty thousand elite cavalry, but was knocked down by a glass of wine, stabbed through with a knife, and thrown into a mass grave.
The moment he climbed out of the grave, Lin Qing understood two things:
One, the general wanted him dead.
Second, the emperor would not let him live.
There are 300,000 rebels inside, and the Xiongnu are eyeing them outside.
Thirty thousand versus three hundred thousand, everyone thought he was dead.
But Lin Qing didn't think so.
He led 30,000 cavalry to attack thousands of miles, and sealed the wolf as his surrogate.
Thirty thousand versus three hundred thousand, a battle will determine the outcome.
On the day when the civil strife was settled, the emperor's imperial edict arrived.
It's not a reward, it's a temptation.
Lin Qing accepted the imperial edict and did not kneel.
He suddenly felt that in this world, why did he have to have that last name?
From being buried alive to ascending the throne, he walked this road step by step.
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I couldn't understand what was written, and after a random killing spree, it turned out that everyone was friends.
I couldn't understand what was written, and after a random killing spree, it turned out that everyone was friends.