I, Liu Adou, Have a Soldier Immortal Living in My Body

In the winter of the sixth year of Jingyao's reign, Deng Ai sneaked into Yinping and came to Chengdu with 20,000 iron cavalry. The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty held surrender forms and knelt down waiting for Liu Chan to sign. He tore up the drop watch. "Open the arsenal and order the Imperial Army." "Your Majesty, there are no more arrows in the arsenal." "Twenty thousand arrows are enough to kill Deng Ai." Everyone in the world thought this was Adou who couldn't help but was talking nonsense. Only he knew that a veteran ruffian who had been dead for a hundred years just lived in his mind. The man got into other people's crotches, was fed by Piao Mu, was granted the title of King of Qi, and finally died on a hemp rope in the bell room of Changle Palace. His name is Han Xin. "How much food does Deng Ai have?" "One and a half days." "I have thirty thousand shi." Three days later, fire broke out on all sides of Fucheng, and Deng Ai, the general who conquered the west, became a prisoner. Only then did the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty come to their senses: The emperor who had been drinking for three years was still awake. But what he wanted was never to defend Chengdu. It is 1,200 miles from Chengdu to Chang'an and 800 miles from Chang'an to Luoyang. He calculated, three years.