Han Sanhe chuckled in amusement. Looking at Fu Baoguo with a smile, he said faintly, "This old man understands as well as Marshal Fu that such a situation will never happen again. Why must Marshal Fu set up an empty fort in front of this old man? Aren't you afraid that this old man will drag Yutang's army down with him in a fit of rage? "
Fu Baoguo could not help but blush as he forced himself to say, "Marshal Han, what do you mean by that?"
Han Sanhe said, "If the Nine Supremes still had the strength to strike, the commotion just now wouldn't have ended there, nor would it have lasted for such a short period of time. If the Nine Supremes still had the strength to strike, how could they have given me the chance to reorganize my army? Marshal Fu, about the Nine Supremes, let's not bring it up again. "
What Han Sanhe said was what Fu Baoguo was most worried about.
Hearing that Han Sanhe had seen through his thoughts, Fu Baoguo's expression changed slightly before he said, "Marshal Han, you've seen through everything. You're a schemer indeed, your foresight is like a torch. However, according to Marshal Han, are we just going to end this peacefully? Even if Yutang is invaded for no reason and the counterattack is successful, there's no price to pay, is there? If that's the case, does that mean that Yutang's people deserve it? Furthermore, how can I be sure that Marshal Han's promise is true? These days, even the credence of peace can be disregarded. Is a promise really useful? "
Towards the end, Fu Baoguo's tone was laced with sarcasm, pointing directly at the credence of peace that Han Sanhe had issued and the matter of him breaking the promise.
Han Sanhe blushed as well, pausing for a moment before he said, "Although a promise can be broken due to one's position, some things should still be kept as a guarantee. As long as Marshal Fu agrees to let Dongxuan's three hundred thousand men leave safely, I, Han Sanhe, am willing to commit suicide here and now, using my life to answer to Yutang. Can this old man's life make up for the so-called broken promise? "
Han Sanhe's voice was suddenly louder, loud enough for Dongxuan's people to hear.
Behind him, Zhan Ge and the others were enraged. "Marshal, you mustn't!"
"Teacher, you mustn't! We haven't lost yet! "
"We'd rather die than make such a compromise!"
…
Han Sanhe turned around abruptly and said sternly, "I'm not dead yet, all of you shut up!"
His sharp gaze swept across the crowd and he said angrily, "Don't you know what the situation is right now? Only if all of you survive can Dongxuan be preserved. If all of you were to die here, what's the use other than a moment of bravery? "
"I, Han Sanhe, am already seventy years old. How many more years can I live even if I'm on my last legs? I've killed countless people in my life, and the number of innocent souls that have died under my orders is in the tens of millions. If I were to pay for it with my body today, it would be a wonderful story! "
"Exchanging my life for the safe return of three hundred thousand good men, what do I, Han Sanhe, have to regret? I have already made up my mind. No one is allowed to dissuade me on this matter. Anyone who dissuades me will be dealt with according to military law! I, Han Sanhe, don't wish to behead my comrade before I die! "
Han Sanhe turned resolutely after he finished speaking, not sparing Dongxuan another glance.
Naturally, he could not see the Dongxuan soldiers behind him, all of them tearing up, unable to make a sound.
Han Sanhe turned to face Fu Baoguo again and said calmly, "This old man only has this one request, and it's also the biggest price I can pay right now. I wonder if Marshal Fu can fulfill this old man's wish? "
Han Sanhe did not use the word 'can you promise', but 'can you fulfill'. Although it was only a difference of one word, the meaning behind it was thought-provoking.
Fu Baoguo understood Han Sanhe's good intentions at once and could not help sighing.
This renowned marshal who had dominated the continent for decades, an invincible marshal who had paved his path to God of War with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, had finally come to this step.
"Marshal Han," Fu Baoguo sighed, "I understand and understand. I … am willing to fulfill your wish."
He sucked in a breath and said, "Marshal Han, as Tianxuan's God of War, you didn't lose to Yutang. You lost to Dongxuan, not on the battlefield, but under Dongxuan's layers of restraint. Therefore, your loss doesn't involve the battlefield, you're still the undefeated God of War. The only thing I can do is to fulfill your last wish! "
Han Sanhe stared at Fu Baoguo and said softly, "Marshal Fu, it's better if you don't agree so readily. This is a serious matter, and as the person directly involved, you bear the greatest responsibility. Do you think you can shoulder this responsibility? "
Fu Baoguo smiled and said, "I know about this, of course. However, I don't want to see Marshal Han's ending be too bleak. As a fellow militant, this is the last respect I can give to Marshal Han, to the continent's God of War. "
"Although we're enemies and we stand on opposing sides, I, Fu Baoguo, am determined to shoulder this!"
Fu Baoguo's smile was sincere and filled with regret.
Han Sanhe stared at him and finally sighed, "Fu Baoguo, what a talent you are. As a general, daring to take responsibility for what you've done is courage; being decisive in battle is charisma; strategizing is strategy; being clear-minded is wisdom; knowing when to advance or retreat is the way to conduct oneself. Fu Baoguo, you're considered a well-rounded talent! "
Fu Baoguo replied calmly, "Marshal Han, you flatter me."
Han Sanhe sighed softly and suddenly turned to look at Yun Yang, saying softly, "Young Master Yun, if anything happens in the future … I hope that Young Master Yun can take care of the Han Family a little."
Yun Yang was taken aback and said, "I don't quite understand Marshal Han's words."
Yun Yang was not pretending to be knowledgeable. Han Sanhe was Dongxuan's man after all. Was what he had just said a last-minute request? But, was it possible to do so? It was impossible!
Han Sanhe smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Yun doesn't need to understand. Just remember this old man's request. Everything will be clear in the future."
Yun Yang frowned and said in deep thought, "If so, I'll … agree to it."
Han Sanhe chuckled and said, "Young Master Yun is a noble descendant of heaven. There is no one in this world who can be more blessed than Young Master Yun. Since I've agreed to it, it's even more so to show my righteousness. This old man has nothing else to worry about. I have no regrets after this. "
He cupped his fists and bowed solemnly. "Thank you, Marshal Fu. Thank you, Young Master Yun, for fulfilling my wish."
Before his words echoed in the air, Han Sanhe took a few steps back and turned abruptly. Looking at the worried Dongxuan soldiers who were about to dash out, Han Sanhe said loudly, "Pass down my order!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Retreat immediately! Don't stop along the way. Head straight for the capital. This war ends here. This order takes effect immediately. "
Once he finished speaking, he drew his sword with a clang, his resolve clear.
"Teacher!"
Zhan Ge was shocked, no longer caring about the military order as he sprinted forward like his life depended on it.
The clouds in the sky changed colors as the cold wind howled. Han Sanhe's robes fluttered in the wind as if they were about to be blown away by the wind.
He waved his hand lightly, but Zhan Ge stopped in his tracks as if he had been struck by lightning. Tears streamed down his face as he cried out sorrowfully, "Teacher …"
Han Sanhe smiled faintly and recited softly, "A lifetime of battles between heaven and earth, a command like a mountain chills the bones of the dead; a year of hunger on the battlefield swallowing snow, unable to return to my homeland even after ten years; a lifetime of settling the affairs of an emperor, a grand ambition to unite the land …"
As he recited, he suddenly chuckled sadly and murmured, "I can bear to cook the hounds when the hares are dead; I have no regrets when the birds are dead; I only lament that before the grand ambition is fulfilled, the heart of the emperor and his officials is already cold; I've marched thousands of miles out of the desert, donned a million armors and fought fiercely; the demons and monsters have been wiped out, the mountains and rivers can be seen from now on; it's hard to look back on my seven-foot body, this old man's tears are speechless. Today, I repay the world with my life, I'll let my corpse return on horseback.
Han Sanhe heaved a long sigh and said sternly, "Your Majesty …"
Before he could finish his words, he did not continue. The sword light flashed and blood appeared immediately.
Blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain, dyeing the mountains and rivers red.
Han Sanhe stood tall with his sword in one hand, unmoving as the two armies clashed against each other.
He did not move.
The God of War of a generation had left the underworld in this lifetime.
"Teacher …"
Zhan Ge howled in pain, suddenly falling to his knees on the ground as if he had lost his soul, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"Marshal!"
A deafening cry came from Dongxuan's formation, countless men in the army weeping like rain.
Yun Yang and Fu Baoguo could not help sighing inwardly as they looked at Han Sanhe's body that was inches away from them.
Han Sanhe was still standing tall despite the fact that his breath had stopped and his life had left his body.
His expression was still indifferent, his eyes still looking forward as if he was stroking his beard with a smile.
The sword in his right hand gleamed coldly, stained with blood.
However, the feeling it gave was still that of the God of War of a generation giving orders from the marshal's tent.
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