Great Han: It All Began with the Silk Road

Keep it for a while and see, okay, a group of people are struggling with the issue of the protagonist returning to the Han Dynasty and want to be dogs for the Han Dynasty. The title of the book is not called Revolting the Han and Restoring the Qin. The Silk Road starts from Chang'an and must be fought back or returned to the Han. Otherwise, what is the name of the Silk Road? Whether it was Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty who failed or Wei Huo was easy to bully. I don't believe that any author actually wrote that Wei Huo was hanged and beaten, or was persuaded to surrender and become a dog. Isn't this book about the Han Dynasty's Northern Expedition and the Western Expedition? Why not choose a few good usurpers to usurp the Han? The Three Kingdoms theme is best to usurp the Han, or Wang Mang of the New Dynasty, who defeated Liu Xiu and Wang Mang, or during the Emperor Gaozu's period, he accepted Han Xin, Zhang Liang, and Chen Ping in advance, and he could also usurp the Han from the root. It's like someone's book is called "Detective Di Renjie", and Di Renjie was caught scolding you for being a dog for a female prostitute, but you didn't overthrow Wu Zetian, and still made the Tang Dynasty prosperous. Or maybe when people write "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness", they insist on arresting Bao Zheng and scolding him. You actually don't want to regain the Sixteen States of Yanyun and don't avenge the shame of the Chanyuan Alliance. You are trying to change the prince with a civet cat. Starting from the Western Regions, they advised people to accumulate food in the desert and slowly become kings. 😐 You might as well scold him for not attacking the Western Region. Fighting from South Vietnam upwards is more reliable than this place.

The dim sunshine was obscured by thick clouds, the wind howled, sweeping across the earth, the grass and trees creaked, and the animals hid in their caves and looked at the sky in fear, shivering. "Boom!" There was a thunder, and heavy rain began to fall from the sky, washing the world. All things are in fear and awe of the power of this heaven and earth. In a dark cave, a white tiger was suckling her child. A white tiger cub, a baby. Yes, baby The tiger cub and baby were sucking tiger milk naturally on the female tiger's belly, breathing evenly. The heavy rain outside the cave was falling heavily, and it did not stop at all. Instead, it rained harder and harder. The damp cold air seeped into the tiger's den The baby who was drinking milk shivered involuntarily, and instinctively squeezed his body towards the tigress. A flash of silver illuminated most of the tiger's den, and no one noticed a strange light flashing in the baby's eyes "Boom!" After a while, a huge thunder sounded, causing the nursing female tiger to squint her eyes and look at the sky outside the cave. Ten years later A boy riding a white tiger cub was chasing a deer. "Mimi, run faster. I will show you what mounted shooting is in a moment." Although the boy said mounted shooting, he was just throwing a wooden pole and a stone spear at the deer. "" The stone spear accurately penetrated the deer's body and nailed it to the ground. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't move, and it couldn't help but let out a desperate cry. "Mimi, let's eat more deer for one deer later." The young man jumped off the little white tiger, took out a very sharp stone knife, and skillfully peeled off the deer skin. At this time, the little deer was still alive. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to give you a good pleasure." The boy then broke the deer's neck with his hands. "Don't blame me, everything is created to nourish people. This is the mission given to you by God." After saying this, he started cutting the venison with stone chips. "Mimi, go get the lemons we picked yesterday, as well as wasabi and vinegar beast juice" "The so-called vinegar beast is a small rat-shaped beast that can naturally produce something similar to vinegar. Its blood is acidic. If it is crushed into meat paste After being stored, the meat will melt away after a period of time, turning into a delicious brown liquid like vinegar, which can be stored for a long time without spoiling." The young man put the fat and thin parts of the chopped venison on a stone slab that looked like iron felt, and then used a flint to light the firewood under the slab. "Everything is ready now, all we need is the ingredients." Just at this moment, the little white tiger also came over with a big bag of things. "Hey, hey, hey, here we come," the young man greeted, and he opened the simple bag made of animal skins with ease, took out the wasabi and vinegar juice, then poured the vinegar juice into a small wooden bowl, then smashed the wasabi with a stone into paste and poured it into the small bowl. The young man used a stone blade to cut a piece of venison directly from the deer's thigh, dipped it in the dipping sauce, and ate it directly. The venison is slightly sour in the mouth, but after chewing it carefully, it has some sweetness and complements the sweet and spicy sauce. It makes people excited. Then he cut off a large piece of meat with a knife and gave it to the little white tiger, "Mimi, come and eat!" Upon hearing this, the little white tiger rolled his eyes humanely, then ran two steps, lowered his head again, and rubbed the boy to the ground with his body. Then he pretended to be innocent and turned his back to the boy, using his tail to slap the boy's face. "Nie Zhan, you are doing this again, pretending to be innocent, right? I will pull your beard." The young man got up from the ground, patted the soil, and began to knead the little white tiger's fleshy cheeks and pull its beard. The little white tiger just shook his head and continued to concentrate on eating meat, paying no attention to the boy's movements. "Mimi, do you want to go out and see the scenery outside. Let me tell you, people outside have names. How about I also give myself a name "Meng Huan". It's not bad." Seeing the little white tiger squatting on the ground and concentrating on eating and paying no attention to himself, Meng Huan leaned on its back and looked up at the sky, as if he had seen the life that passed directly. He stretched his hands to the sky, as if to grasp something. Unfortunately, nothing was caught in the end. "Alas, I can never go back." Meng Huan looked at the sky with dull eyes, and played with a jade pendant that he had carried with him since birth. The character Meng is engraved on one side and the character Huan is engraved on the other side. "My identity can't be ridiculous. If I wasn't, I wouldn't have been raised by tigers since I was born. I feel so aggrieved in the deep forest. I feel like if I don't have contact with civilization, I will lose my ability to speak." Meng Huan said to himself as he cleared his mind.                                                                                                                                     The only thing he can contact is the little white tiger. No one can talk, so he can only talk to the little white tiger, and this little white tiger is also extremely intelligent. At first, the little white tiger did not know what Meng Huan was screaming, but later on, the little white tiger could understand Meng Huan's meaning.           ，，，，，，，，，，，， "Mimi, come down the mountain with me. I want to get in touch with civilized society. If I don't talk to people, I will go crazy. I feel you have a pretty face now. If it doesn't work, we will capture a group of people and go to the mountain to serve as cattle and horses for us." Meng Huan kneaded the hair of the little white tiger with his hand, pinched her cheek with one hand, and then rubbed his head against her body. The little white tiger was a little annoyed by her actions, so he pushed Meng Huan aside with his head and continued eating.

It is difficult to get to the center of power when it comes to identity issues. The Han emperor was notoriously mean and unkind. Even if I accept you, I will treat you as cannon fodder. You regard the Han Dynasty as your master, but whether others will recognize it or not is another matter. Even if you accept it, don't think about leading the troops. You'd better die soon. He died in front of Liu Che and still wanted to be crowned king, haha.

In Chapter 7, Zhang Qian was inexplicably angry, and the protagonist knelt down inexplicably. From Zhang Qian's point of view, in private, you are your savior, and in public, the army in front of you can help you complete your mission. To get angry and put on airs just because a foreign king has shown his uncooperation and murderous intentions is not something Zhang Qian, who has endured humiliation for ten years, can do! As for the protagonist, you promised that if the emperor does not accept mixed blood, you will take your brothers back to the Western Regions! A Messenger of Desolation will make you kneel down easily and smoothly, please! This is a big man who became the prime minister after his military exploits, not a coward who led the army as a civilian official! Your knees are so weak, how can your brothers believe that you can take them away if there is an accident?

You can't just hang out by yourself. If you go home, who will treat you as a family member, not your own life, nor your brother's life?

It's not necessarily true that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty could tolerate the protagonist in the early stage. In other words, every emperor could not tolerate a king with a different surname who held a powerful army. Look at all the kings with different surnames in the early Han Dynasty.

For a person like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, if you were to be his minister, comrade-in-arms, or relative, you had to be prepared to kill your entire family. . . . A former general of the Qin Dynasty traveled thousands of miles to defect to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. I really can't understand. What historical fiction requires is the accumulation of historical materials and literature. How crazy is the author in designing such a plot to isolate the readers? It's so embarrassing.

You have to stick to yourself, and don't be like the previous book, where others say a few words and you become confused. The beginning of this book is pretty good. I think it's okay. I've read so many Three Kingdoms novels, historical essays on the First Emperor, and fantasy essays. Writing a different book can be considered a different taste. Then, I will write more and more words, and only if there are too many words will anyone read them. With so few words, who are you going to send?

The beginning was very frustrating. The protagonist was kicked from the left, whipped from the right, and even had his face licked to act like a good guy. Since you want to go back, why don't you fight back? The Han Dynasty at this time was not very strong. With the protagonist's ability to travel across the Western Regions, it was not difficult to gather thousands of soldiers and horses within three years. It's a shame to write like this.

Han Dynasty: It is best to go to the Emperor stream, because the Han Dynasty is ungrateful, and being an emperor gives you a sense of substitution rather than being a minister. Writing about assistants in the Han Dynasty is not popular. Most of the people who are famous for writing about the Han Dynasty are from the Emperor stream. It cannot be said that the auxiliary stream is not successful, but it is rare. Three Kingdoms: There is still a certain market for auxiliary articles. Two Jin Dynasties: Either write about aristocratic families, or write about the counterattack of the bottom (Long Sword in the late Jin Dynasty), but in writing about both of them, you must become the emperor in the end. Southern and Northern Dynasties: In a time of great struggle, the struggle for hegemony must be written. Sui and Tang dynasties: In the late Sui Dynasty, you can either fight for hegemony (a minority) or assist Li Shimin (a majority), in the early Tang Dynasty, you will assist, in the middle period, the prince will launch the Xuanwu Sect, and in the late period, you will rebuild the Tang Dynasty. Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms: Together with the Southern and Northern Dynasties, they will surely strive for hegemony. Song Dynasty: In the early years, there was still a certain market for assistant writers. Now, he rebelled and became the emperor, and once again inherited the throne. Yuan Qing: Rebellion, young man. Ming Dynasty: I won't talk about it anymore, it's already written badly.