Shuhan

The sun shone obliquely on the ancient city of Chaoge. In the mottled light and shadow, the flags of the Han army fluttered.

After a night of fierce fighting and a raid in the early morning, this fortified city that once belonged to the Wei State has now completely fallen into the hands of the Han army.

Liu Chan, the young descendant of the Han Dynasty, rode on a tall warhorse and slowly walked through the city gate. His eyes swept over every inch of land. There was joy of victory in his eyes, as well as deep thoughts about the future.

On the streets of the city, Han soldiers were busy clearing the battlefield and carrying the wounded, while those disloyal forces who had once been loyal to Wei were either captured or executed.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, interweaving with the early summer breeze to form a unique historical atmosphere.

Liu Chan ordered that the most spacious government office in the city be quickly converted into a temporary palace for him and his generals to discuss important matters.

In the palace hall, candles were brightly lit, illuminating faces that were some determined, some tired.

Zhao Yun's face looked a little tired, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, revealing his unyielding will.

Zhao Yun knelt on one knee and presented a battle report with both hands. His voice was steady and powerful: "Your Majesty, our army suffered 3,451 casualties in this battle, while the Wei army suffered more than 6,700 casualties and 8,474 prisoners. Although there was not much food and fodder, we also seized tens of thousands of hu."

Liu Chan took the battle report, read it carefully, frowned slightly, and then nodded slightly, as if he was both pleased and worried about the result.

He looked up at Zhao Yun, his voice calm but with unquestionable authority: "Has Sima Yi made any moves since arriving in Muye?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun moved slightly and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

He was well aware of Sima Yi's cunning and wisdom, and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

"Your Majesty, after Sima Yi arrived in Muye, he focused his main energy on building the city and strengthening the defense. However."

Zhao Yun paused, his tone becoming more serious.

"He has built a floating bridge across the river. It looks like he is preparing to retreat, but his intentions are unpredictable."

After hearing this, Liu Chan raised a faint smile.

"If we can drive their army out of Hanoi, it is not impossible."

"Quickly mobilize the army to attack Muye!"

Following Liu Chan's order, the hall suddenly became busy.

The generals stood up one after another, some walked quickly to the map to study the marching route; others quickly conveyed orders and mobilized troops.

Liu Chan's eyes shuttled among the generals, and the faces of each general were clearly reflected in his eyes.

The next morning.

As dawn broke over the horizon, the Han army's base camp was already a busy scene.

The soldiers were dressed in iron armor, holding spears, ready to go, and in high spirits.

The war horses neighed from time to time, as if they were also excited for the upcoming battle.

Liu Chan, wearing dazzling golden armor and holding a long sword that gleamed with cold light, stood at the forefront of the team.

He has a tall and straight figure, a firm gaze, and a look of calmness and courage that goes beyond his age.

Liu Chan took a deep breath. The morning air was a little cool, but also very fresh.

"Let's go!" Liu Chan gave the order in a deep and powerful voice.

In an instant, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, dust was flying, and the Han army rolled forward like an unstoppable steel torrent.

Along the way, people cast curious and awe-inspiring glances at them.

They may not fully understand the significance of this war, but their desire for a peaceful life is closely connected with the hearts of the Han army soldiers and becomes their driving force for moving forward together.

After several days of forced march, the Han army finally arrived at Muye.

The scene before him shocked Zhao Yun.

Sima Yi's military camp was located by the mountains and rivers, with a rigorous and orderly layout, like an indestructible fortress.

The newly built floating bridge, spanning the river, was like a giant dragon rising into the sky, which not only showed the Wei army's intention to retreat, but also seemed to hide some ulterior conspiracy.

Zhao Yun frowned. He knew Sima Yi's cunning and wisdom very well and did not dare to be careless at all.

He quickly called all the generals together, gathered around the map, and analyzed the battle situation again.

Ma Su suggested: "We should take advantage of the fact that the Wei army is not yet firmly established and quickly launch an attack. At the same time, we should send people to destroy the floating bridge and cut off their retreat. In this way, the Wei army will be in chaos, and our army can take advantage of the situation to win."

As soon as this plan was put forward, it was immediately unanimously agreed by everyone.

Zhao Yun nodded in approval.

With the order given, the Han army rushed towards the Wei army camp like an arrow.

The battle horns resounded through the sky, and amid the flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers, the two armies engaged in a desperate fight.

Zhao Yun personally led the army to charge. His figure shuttled across the battlefield, and wherever his sword pointed, no enemy could escape defeat.

He was agile and every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by a gust of wind, which killed the Wei soldiers with his sword.

His bravery inspired the Han army soldiers, who fought bravely, regardless of life or death, just for their persistence and pursuit of victory.

The battle lasted for several days, with casualties on both sides.

Finally, at dusk one day, the Han army launched the final charge.

They rushed forward bravely and rushed to the pontoon bridge regardless of everything.

In the fierce battle, the Han army successfully destroyed the pontoon bridge and cut off the Wei army's retreat.

Sima Yi's face suddenly changed when he saw the situation was not good. He knew very well that once the pontoon bridge was broken, the Wei army would lose its retreat route and would be in a desperate situation.

In desperation, he had to order his troops to retreat to Gong County.

Ever since the Han Emperor Liu Chan personally led his army to the border, the Han army has been like a tiger descending from the mountains, unstoppable.

Sima Yi, the famous general of Wei State, the once wise and brave commander, is now like a lost dog, suffering defeat after defeat and his army in disarray.

The victory of the Han army was like a horse galloping in the spring breeze, and they advanced triumphantly all the way. Both Liu Chan and his soldiers couldn't help feeling a little arrogant.

This is also human nature. After all, the Han Dynasty besieged Wei from all directions and achieved brilliant results in every battle.

The Wei army seemed to have become a bunch of clay chickens and clay dogs, which collapsed at the first touch. It seemed that the great cause of unifying the world was right in front of them and within reach.

The Han army was deployed in large numbers on the front line, and the battle line was too long, resulting in an empty rear.

Chaoge was an important stronghold of the Han army, but at this moment there were only 3,000 defenders left.

As the night deepened, dark clouds obscured the stars and the moon, and the entire Chaoge City was immersed in darkness. Only the occasional sound of patrol footsteps broke the dead silence of the night.

In a dried-up well in the palace of death, there is a hidden secret.

This well seems to have been abandoned for a long time, but in fact it was secretly transformed into a hidden cave by Sima Yi before retreating.

There were more than a hundred Wei soldiers hiding in the cave, like lurking beasts, waiting for the best opportunity to attack. For the past ten days, they had huddled in a narrow space, with little food left, and the accumulation of excrement filled the cave with a suffocating stench.

The faces of the dead soldiers were covered with dirt and fatigue, but there was a determination gleam in their eyes.

They knew that they had risked everything at this moment, and only by fighting to the death could they change the situation of the battle.

The leader of the assassins was named Zhang Hu. He was tall and muscular, with a striking scar on his face, which made him look even more ferocious.

He whispered to everyone, "Brothers, we have learned that the Han Emperor Liu Chan is staying here. This is the best time for us to launch a surprise attack and kill people. Although we are not many in number, we are all carefully selected warriors. As long as we can catch them by surprise, we will definitely be able to take Liu Chan's head!"

Upon hearing this, all the assassins' eyes flashed with fierceness. They gripped their weapons tightly, as if they wanted to pour all their resentment and unwillingness into this final decisive battle.

Seeing this, Zhang Hu nodded secretly in his heart. He knew that although these brothers were exhausted, their fighting spirit was still high. This was their last hope.

As the night deepened, the wind grew stronger, rustling the leaves as if playing a prelude to the upcoming battle.

Zhang Hu looked at the fire starter in his hand, took a deep breath, and blew hard. The fire starter instantly ignited, illuminating everyone's faces. He waved his hand, signaling everyone to start the action.

The dead soldiers climbed out of the well one by one. Their movements were light and quick, like ghosts in the night.

They followed the route that had been explored long ago and approached Liu Chan's residence quietly.

They avoided the Han army patrols along the way one by one without alarming anyone.

When the death warriors arrived at Liu Chan's residence, they found that it was heavily guarded and it was not easy to get close.

But Zhang Hu was not discouraged. He observed carefully and found a corner where the guards were relatively weak.

He made a gesture, indicating that everyone should follow him and touch it together.

The surroundings were plunged into darkness, with only the torches of the patrol team flickering in the distance.

Zhang Hu's heart tightened.

The assassins continued to approach Liu Chan's residence.

Their heartbeats quickened and their breathing became rapid, but they knew that they had no way out at this moment and that the only way to survive was to move forward courageously.

Finally, they arrived at Liu Chan's residence.

The guards outside the door spotted the assassins and shouted, "There are assassins! There are assassins!"

Zhang Hu took a deep breath, and before the guards could react, he kicked the door open with lightning speed.

Liu Chan in the room was awakened by the sudden noise. He sat up suddenly, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

But soon, he calmed down and shouted loudly: "Come here, there is an assassin!"

However, before he could finish his shout, Zhang Hu had already rushed in front of him.

The long sword in his hand stabbed out like lightning, straight for Liu Chan's throat.

Liu Chan was horrified. Although he was not very skilled in martial arts, he was an emperor and had extremely quick reactions.

He suddenly turned sideways and narrowly avoided Zhang Hu's attack.

But Zhang Hu did not give up. He shouted loudly and swung his sword at Liu Chan again.

When Liu Chan saw this, he secretly groaned in his heart. He knew that he was probably doomed this time.

At this critical moment, the guards outside the door rushed into the room and started a fierce fight with Zhang Hu and others.

The battle broke out in the small room, with swords flashing and blood splattering.

Although Zhang Hu and his men were extremely brave, their numbers were limited after all, and they were fighting on enemy territory.

Soon, they were caught in a bitter battle.

However, even so, they had no intention of retreating and continued to fight bravely, vowing to take Liu Chan's head.

As the guards outside the gate poured in like a tide, Zhang Hu and his assassins were gradually surrounded, and their numerical disadvantage became increasingly obvious.

Each of these assassins was a carefully selected warrior, but at this moment they were like candles in the wind, swaying and about to go out.

Emperor Liu Chan was heavily protected by the guards, like a carefully cared-for flower, while Zhang Hu and his assassins were like fallen leaves in a storm. Although they struggled hard, they could not change their fate of being blown away.

There was a flash of determination in Zhang Hu's eyes. The purpose of this trip was hopeless, but as a death warrior, he had to fulfill his mission, even at the cost of his life.

With trembling hands, he opened the fire box at his waist, which contained his last hope - a pack of explosives.

The fuse burned slowly between his rough fingers, like the flame of his life that was about to fade away.

"Brothers, come with me!" Zhang Hu roared, his voice full of tragedy and unwillingness.

He rushed towards Liu Chan like a wounded beast, regardless of everything.

Seeing this, the guards drew their swords and rushed forward. Amid the flashing of swords and sabers, several bloody holes were pierced on Zhang Hu's body. Blood from his internal organs gushed out like a spring, staining his clothes red, but he seemed to feel no pain and still rushed forward stubbornly.

"Protect His Majesty, protect His Majesty!" The guards' shouts came one after another. They protected Liu Chan tightly in the middle like a stack of people, trying to resist this final madness with their flesh and blood.

There was a flash of madness and determination in Zhang Hu's eyes, and the explosive bag on his waist was like a time bomb, making everyone feel scared.

As the fuse burned shorter and shorter, the air seemed to solidify and everyone held their breath.

Finally, the fuse burned out, and with a loud bang, the explosive pack exploded. The huge shock wave swept through the entire room like a strong wind, causing the beams to collapse and tiles to fly.

Although the guards and Liu Chan were heavily protected, they still suffered considerable impact from the huge force of the explosion.

The sound of the explosion spread far away, shaking the entire palace.

Everyone ran over in panic, and when they learned that the emperor was in the room, the fear on their faces became even greater.

If anything happened to the emperor, these people would be dismissed from their posts at best, or be beheaded and their families would be destroyed at worst.

"Quick! Find His Majesty!" The voice of the eunuch Huang Hao rang out among the crowd. He led a group of guards and searched frantically among the ruins.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and what came into view was a mess, with corpses and debris scattered all over the ground, and blood dyed the earth red.

Huang Hao felt as if his heart was being crushed by a huge rock and he couldn't breathe. He didn't dare to imagine that if something really happened to the emperor, the consequences would be disastrous.

The crowd finally found Liu Chan under the ruins. The emperor of the Han Dynasty was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and his face was covered in dust and blood, but fortunately, he was still breathing weakly.

Seeing this, everyone felt relieved and shouted: "Your Majesty is still here, Your Majesty is still here!"

Huang Hao carried Liu Chan on his back without saying a word and ran to a safe place.

His steps were staggering, but his eyes were extremely firm. The imperial doctors had been waiting for a long time, and they quickly stepped forward to give Liu Chan emergency treatment.

Everyone gathered around and prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that the emperor could survive this disaster.

If anything happens to Your Majesty, who will revive the Han Dynasty?
The current eldest son of the emperor is still just a child. I am afraid that Shenzhou will fall apart again. (End of this chapter)