At that moment, Wang Chong felt like a dagger had been stabbed into his heart, causing it to tremble. The thousands of petitions, demonstrations, and demonstrations in the capital, even direct attacks on him, were all inferior to a single word from this mother. On the side of the street, the boy lowered his head and timidly walked into the room behind him as if he had done something wrong.
When he saw the boy's disappointed, aggrieved, bewildered, and confused eyes, Wang Chong's heart fiercely convulsed.
On the bustling and clamorous street, few people noticed the boy standing by the medicine shop, nor did they notice his mother. Their existences seemed petty and insignificant, but to Wang Chong, none of the protesting crowds in the capital were as large and dazzling as them.
All the slander, all the criticism, and all the slander, could not compare to the pain in the boy's eyes before he entered the room.
The foundation of an empire depended on its people, and the foundation of its people was precisely this' boy '. When this boy was earnestly trying to protect the empire, his closest family told him that he should abandon the civil and military, that those who liked to fight were all bad people, that there was no future for them, that the empire's fate was sealed!
If no one was willing to step forward to protect the empire, the people of the Central Plains, the Tang Dynasty would have fewer and fewer generals, and only the most tragic fate would await the empire.
From his reincarnation until now, there had not been a moment when he had not been running. There had not been a moment when he had not been worried about how he could save the empire, the collapsing Central Plains, and the countless people he loved living on this land. Thus, whether it was the war of the southwest, the Battle of Talas, or the Battle of Khorasan, he had fought with all his strength, risking his life.
When the Abbasid Caliphate had been routed, hundreds of thousands of soldiers had been turned into ice sculptures in the blizzard, and when even the arrogant Emperor of the Abbasid Caliphate, Mutasim III, had been forced to deliver more than one billion taels of gold, Wang Chong had believed that he had won, that he had succeeded in changing the fate of the empire and the Central Plains.
But when he saw the civil officials and generals in court, the crowds marching through the streets of the capital, and the aggrieved boy on the side of the street, Wang Chong suddenly felt that he had made a mistake.
The Tang dynasty had been peaceful for too long. There were too many undercurrents and dangers hidden on the surface of the prosperous era. Forming the Wushang Iron Cavalry, forming the Mo Sword Unit, searching for meteoric iron from overseas, forging WuZi Steel weapons, recruiting mercenaries … All this while, he had been doing his best to increase the strength of this empire and its military strength.
However, no matter how strong they were, no matter how many troops they had, they could only save them from a temporary crisis. They could not change the Divine Land forever. The war of the southwest, the Battle of Talas … these dangers were far from the beginning, and they certainly would not be the end. If he wanted eternal peace, he had to forever change the thinking of this empire!
What this world truly needed to be saved was not the miserable defeats it had suffered, but the rotten hearts of the people!!
Wang Chong clenched his fists, his entire body trembling.
At this moment, Wang Chong deeply felt that he had to do something.
Even if no one supported him, even if no one understood him, he still had to do something. Before the world was thrown into a storm, he had to lead this country out of the swamp and onto the correct path.
"Return to the residence!"
The carriage finally passed through many streets and entered the depths of the Wang Family's residence.
At this moment, no one in the capital, including Wang Chong himself, knew that the storm that was about to occur would engulf the entire Tang dynasty, the entire world, and would completely change this ancient country of the east! The wheels of history would roll onto another path.
… …
By the time Wang Chong entered the residence, the entire capital was undergoing a major transformation. Events were developing far more intensely than many people had imagined. The anti-war protests that had swept through the capital showed no signs of abating. On the contrary, they only intensified and began to spread from the capital to the rest of the Nine Provinces. As the anti-war cries grew louder and louder, so did the calls for the disarmament of the army.
Many letters were sent to the border, hoping to summon back their sons and daughters from the army. All sorts of war-weariness reached a peak.
And under the pressure of the people, the Imperial Court was forced to make the decision not to send soldiers in less than two days and formally reduce the army by three hundred thousand soldiers. And before one wave had even subsided, another wave had risen. In just three days, an even more shocking piece of news arrived.
Having lost the support of the Tang Dynasty, Khorasan, which had managed to hold out for a very long time, was finally broken by the Arabs!
Khorasan had fallen!
All this news was gathered in Wang Chong's residence.
… …
While the capital was in an uproar, the gates of the Wang Family Residence were tightly shut.
"How is it? Has the food still not been touched? "
In the Wang Family Residence, Su Shixuan looked at Xu Keyi, his eyes brimming with concern. Ever since he returned from court, Wang Chong had shut himself in his study, neither speaking nor moving, and the food that had been delivered had not been touched.
Su Shixuan had tried to eavesdrop outside the door, but there was no sound from the study. This worried Su Shixuan and everyone else in the residence.
"It hasn't been touched! His Highness's current situation is truly worrisome! "
Xu Keyi replied.
"This matter has definitely dealt a heavy blow to him."
Xu Keyi was no less worried than Su Shixuan.
Wang Chong had always placed great hopes on the Imperial Court, but this time, both the Imperial Court and the people had left Wang Chong deeply disappointed. The Confucians of the capital had even begun to attack Wang Chong. Xu Keyi could guess that Wang Chong was in a terrible state. Even his subordinates felt deeply wronged on Wang Chong's behalf. But in the face of this wave of anti-war sentiment, both he and Xu Keyi felt that their words carried little weight and that they could do far too little.
"Haaah!"
The two of them glanced at the closed door of Wang Chong's study and mentally sighed.
At this moment, Wang Chong's study was quiet.
If one looked through the door, they would see that Wang Chong was sitting motionlessly behind his desk. He had been in this state for five days now. His desk was piled high with all kinds of letters, from Khorasan, the Imperial Court, and the people. All sorts of news were like ants gnawing at his heart. Wang Chong's eyes were shut, his face pale, and he seemed to be petrified. But beneath his calm exterior, no one knew that a storm was raging in Wang Chong's mind.
After his reincarnation, the war of the southwest, the Battle of Talas … and even the destruction of the Divine Prefecture and the calamity of the Nine Provinces in his last life had all appeared in Wang Chong's mind.
The Tang Dynasty of today was powerful and prosperous, but people only saw its glory and victory after victory. They had never thought about how many lives and blood had been shed for its prosperity and prosperity.
History was like a blade. People only saw its sharp side, but they did not see the blood stained with it. History was like a gem. People were often attracted by its splendor and splendor, but they forgot about the painstaking efforts of the craftsmen behind it.
While the people of the capital were living in a fantasy, demanding peace and opposing war, few people noticed that in the distant Khorasan, which also longed for peace, was a land strewn with corpses and rivers of blood.
War was not as far from the Tang Dynasty as everyone imagined. While rivers of blood flowed in Khorasan, the Tang Dynasty was still living in a fantasy.
Everyone longed for peace, but they forgot that peace could not be begged for, but fought for. Through war for peace, peace would exist, and through peace for peace, peace would perish.
Nature was cruel, and the world was cruel. The cicada was caught by the mantis, but the mantis was eaten by the oriole. Just how much blood and sacrifice was needed to understand the simple principle of 'weak countries have no diplomacy, and those who fall behind are bound to be beaten'?
In the war of the southwest, Wang Chong had saved nearly one million civilians. In the Battle of Talas, Wang Chong had saved Anxi, Qixi, and Longxi. But this time, Wang Chong deeply felt that he had to save the fallen hearts of the empire.
Worry! Worry! Pain!
All sorts of emotions converged in his mind.
It can't be like this again, it can't be like this again!
Wang Chong's mind was in turmoil.
If everyone chose to remain silent, he would not choose to remain silent. If everyone chose to turn a blind eye and retreat, then he alone would bear the burden and strive forward. Even if he was not understood, even if his reputation was ruined, even if his bones were crushed, he had to make the empire understand one principle.
Swish!
Wang Chong fiercely took a brush from the brush rack and dipped it in ink. At this moment, all the things he had experienced in the mortal world gathered in his mind, transforming into a single clear thought.
Wang Chong unfurled a piece of paper and used all his strength to write five large words.
"Strength! Power! Right! Truth! Reason! "
Rumble! The instant the first word rang out, a wild wind suddenly kicked up, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. The instant the second word rang out, the lightning in the world suddenly burned countless times more intensely, and torrential rain poured down from the sky. And when Wang Chong wrote the last word, the entire capital underwent a massive transformation, countless bolts of lightning flitting through the clouds.
The deafening roar resounded through the world. Even the torrential rain intensified, the winds howling like the wailing of ghosts and the wailing of gods, all of them seemingly stunned by those five words.
"What's going on here? There were still several hours until nightfall, so why did it get dark so quickly? "
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