The day has finally arrived.

In the cold wind, countless flags were fluttering in the air. Groups of soldiers wearing brand-new military uniforms lined up along the narrow gravel road outside the fence of the parade ground, parallel to the parade platform. On the vast field

The station was filled with officers and soldiers from various legions waiting for review. Facing the parade platform, they formed dozens of rows of solemn red lines.

On the flat ground outside the fence in the distance, several infantry regiments and cavalry regiments were standing in parallel, preparing to line up across the parade platform.

Wearing red military uniforms are the permanent legions of the Han Dynasty. They are all soldiers who have been carefully selected from the territory previously controlled by the Zhao family and entered the army. Not long ago, they were following the new emperor who was about to ascend the throne and entered Beijing.

In the city, a dynasty change was successfully implemented.

Maybe some of them now think that this will be the end of their journey, but the emperor and the important ministers around him know that in the future, their journey will also begin.

One day, their footprints will reach the sea in the east, deserts in the west, ice fields in the north, and giant forests in the south. They will defeat every enemy of the empire and fight for themselves and the descendants of this nation.

Make extremely brilliant achievements.

The soldiers in black uniforms are members of the Imperial Guard. These people will later guard the Emperor of Han and become the guards stationed in the capital of Han Dynasty. There are not many of them, but they are all elites selected from various legions.

Nowadays, each of them is very impressive and straightens his waist, hoping to use this method to show his arrogance as an emperor and a soldier.

Under the gaze of this army, the new emperor of the Han Dynasty, Zhao Jin, stepped onto the deserted military parade step by step.

Yes, there is no one, because there is no one who can stand side by side with him in the empire he built with his own hands.

And he, through more than twenty years of hard work, has reached the most glorious peak.

However, even when he became the sole focus of everyone's attention, his face remained serious, with no trace of tension or joy.

In the cold wind, his eyes moved slightly downward.

The closest ones to the stage are the old brothers he is closest to and most dependent on. Now they are divided into civil and military ranks on both sides, standing under the parade stage. The closest one is Wang Zhaojing, the one he trusts and relies on the most.

The old friend will become the prime minister of the new dynasty and the first among the ministers. Even he lowers his head respectfully and refuses to meet the emperor's eyes.

According to their status in the new imperial court, the others lined up further and further away. He could no longer see some people clearly at the back, and he only felt that they were thick black and red fog surrounding his feet.

However, from today on, there will be no difference between them, because they will all become his subjects.

Emperor Chongzhen wanted to die for his country before, but was immediately controlled by the eunuchs and civil servants around him who wanted to surrender. After Zhao Jiajun entered the capital, although he resisted fiercely, he made it clear that he refused to cooperate and that he would be killed or cut into pieces as he pleased.

, but after all, he was just a pampered prince who was not familiar with the world. It did not take much effort to issue the abdication edict in his name to the whole country. After today, this miserable emperor will be like other emperors.

The surviving members of the royal family were moved to a certain place to live under surveillance, and although they were not free, they at least lived a stable life until their death.

As for the other, larger, distant Zhu family clan members, they would be dismissed directly and live a life of civilians who could earn their own living. The emperor and his ministers did not worry that they would rise up in rebellion.

Originally, his ministers wanted him to ascend the throne in the magnificent palace of the Forbidden City, but he refused. He did not like that palace and would rather ascend the throne while having a military parade on the outskirts of the capital.

He hoped to use this method to tell his subjects and the world that even if he became emperor, he would never want himself and his ministers to lose their simple nature.

He looked at the soldiers in neat uniforms under the stage, and looked at their young faces that were full of smiles and even shed tears because of excitement. He had one hundred thousand such soldiers, and he could get more if he wanted.

He firmly believes that on the earth today, no armed force and no country can stop this army that he has armed with the most sophisticated equipment and concepts that are far ahead of the times. The only thing that can resist them is the endless

Just deserts and vast oceans.

What are they fighting for?

They were fighting for him, fighting to expand the foundation he created to the whole country and become another new dynasty in the land of China.

However, this is not enough for him, he wants these people to fight to regain the glory of the Chinese ancestors many years ago.

I don’t know how many years ago, the ancestors gathered around their leaders to resist the invasion of foreign barbarians and natural disasters. Over the course of thousands of years, they gradually conquered the land with admirable courage and determination.

It expanded outwards, expanded all the way, and finally reached most places that the ancient ancestors could look up to, and also allowed their descendants to gain the glory of "China".

The whole world is the land of the king, and the shores of the land are the ministers of the king. This is the simple dream of the ancestors, and it is also the ultimate goal they strive for.

I don’t know how many years later, their descendants became decadent, tired of conquest and expansion. They stopped to rest and indulged in the convenience and comfort brought by civilization, forgetting the pioneering progress of their ancestors and forgetting about themselves.

The glory that I once carried was picked up by people from other worlds. Then I rode this light across the continents and oceans, became the master of this world, and set up guns and cannons on this once great nation.

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And he traveled here through the gap between time and space. After a dream-like journey, he reached the point where he is now and became the master of an empire.

Is this my limit? Is this what I need to do?

No, at this moment, he is more willing to believe that the reason why he was sent back to this era by time and space is because his destiny is to lead this great nation and pick up the sword he lost in confusion and pain.

To regain its soon-to-be-lost glory.

And he is still young and still has decades to spare. He can send his soldiers across deserts and oceans, complete new conquests again and again, spread the concept of "China" to every land, and let them either

Become a subject of the empire, or tremble in its prestige.

He knew that there was no immortal dynasty since ancient times, and the new dynasty he established would one day collapse in the torrent of time and become a relic in the history books.

However, he knew better that in this world that had been renovated by him, he had left a mark that surpassed that of most people in the world and became the unequivocal master of the most populous empire in the world today.

He also knew that he would continue to lead his empire and drive his loyal and brave soldiers to create greater achievements, until... any conqueror in history would pale in comparison to him.

And his descendants will continue on the road he pioneered, expanding the land and power of this great nation until it can no longer expand.

"Destiny is in the country, destiny is in me!" He whispered to himself, as if he was saying it to himself, or to some being in the dark.

Then, he raised his hand slightly.

At this moment, the Prime Minister suddenly knelt down, and then the people behind him knelt down in rows, like waves being transmitted.

This is their salute to the supreme master of the empire, and it is also a declaration of the new life of a country.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

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