The Song army pressed on the territory with a hundred thousand troops, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty knelt down and begged Kaicheng to surrender.
Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, fainted and died on the dragon bed. When he opened his eyes again, the soul in his body became Hou Huo Qubing, the champion of the Han Dynasty.
Rescue Lin Renzhao, kill the inner ghost, rectify the imperial army, and guard Jinling. Huo Qubing forced Zhao Kuangyin to visit Jiangbei in person with a ruined city to defeat Cao Bin.
It was not until after the war that the sleeping Li Yu finally woke up.
From then on, one body and two souls coexisted.
Huo Qubing was responsible for training troops, building ordnance, and leading troops to kill enemies; Li Yu was responsible for inventorying the treasury, reopening trade routes, and raising military pay.
One is engaged in military affairs to conquer the country; the other is engaged in economics so that the country can support soldiers.
Destroyed Wu and Yue, captured Fujian, crossed the Yangtze River to destroy the Song Dynasty, and attacked the Khitan in the north.
This time, the Emperor of Ci and the Han God of War will join forces to create a new world.
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Huo Qubing died in Langjuxu Mountain at the age of twenty-four. He woke up eight hundred years later and became Li Yu - an emperor who wrote lyrics, suffered a subjugation, and was besieged by a hundred thousand troops. He was illiterate and went to court to draw circles and approve memorials, but he was a Han cavalry general with a thousand-year-old art of war in his head. He discovered that there were stirrups and gunpowder in this era - "Your dynasty is so damn rich." The real Li Yu sank deep in his soul. Huo Qubing spoke to the darkness every night, shouting for thirty chapters without waking him up. When he finally opened his eyes and said "Thank you", I jumped out of bed at three in the morning. The dimensions of the lost art of war, the dimensionality of eight hundred-year-old weapons, and the mutual hostility between two souls - "Can the words you write be used as arrows?" "If you can write an epitaph, the death monument will not just say that so and so died in a certain year." But what really kills you is not the pleasure, but loneliness - the Han Dynasty has been dead for eight hundred years, and he is the last person of the Han Dynasty. He stuck the knife in Langjuxu Mountain and said, "Your Majesty, I am back, eight hundred years late."
Huo Qubing died in Langjuxu Mountain at the age of twenty-four. He woke up eight hundred years later and became Li Yu - an emperor who wrote lyrics, suffered a subjugation, and was besieged by a hundred thousand troops. He was illiterate and went to court to draw circles and approve memorials, but he was a Han cavalry general with a thousand-year-old art of war in his head. He discovered that there were stirrups and gunpowder in this era - "Your dynasty is so damn rich." The real Li Yu sank deep in his soul. Huo Qubing spoke to the darkness every night, shouting for thirty chapters without waking him up. When he finally opened his eyes and said "Thank you", I jumped out of bed at three in the morning. The dimensions of the lost art of war, the dimensionality of eight hundred-year-old weapons, and the mutual hostility between two souls - "Can the words you write be used as arrows?" "If you can write an epitaph, the death monument will not just say that so and so died in a certain year." But what really kills you is not the pleasure, but loneliness - the Han Dynasty has been dead for eight hundred years, and he is the last person of the Han Dynasty. He stuck the knife in Langjuxu Mountain and said, "Your Majesty, I am back, eight hundred years late."