Dajing collapsed, the world fell apart, and all the heroes competed.
Xiao Heng, a clan member of the former dynasty and a famous general in the country, raised troops to separatize the south of the Yangtze River, split the soil and became king.
Everyone laughs at him as the most hopeless prince - he is sitting in a blessed land, but he indulges in wine and sex all day long, does not care about military affairs, and bows to all forces, just like a fatuous vassal king.
No one knows that deep in the palace where people sing and sing every night, soldiers and armor are forged day and night, food and grass are piled up year by year, and warriors from humble families and peerless counselors have already quietly gathered under their command.
When the princes fought in a melee and fought with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he watched the fire from the other side, secretly annexing the remaining soldiers and picking up the missing talents;
The aristocratic family was holding them back, and they were stumbling in secret. He remained calm and cut off the foundation of the aristocratic family's wealth.
The heroes laughed at him for being as timid as a mouse and not daring to compete in the Central Plains. He smiled without saying a word and silently expanded his territory three times.
When all the princes in the world were defeated and the Central Plains was covered with scorched earth, they finally remembered the fat piece of Jiangnan.
The black-armored iron army came out to block out the sky and the sun. Xiao Heng was wearing armor and holding a sword. He was already the strongest overlord with half the country and abundant troops.
Only then did everyone realize that he was no longer a debauched vassal king, but he was clearly a dormant hidden dragon - from the beginning of the troubled times, the chess game of the entire world had been laid out!
Don't write it next time. I can't understand it.