Shuhan

The Han army was unstoppable and captured Ping County in one fell swoop. The fluttering Han flag on the top of the city wall fluttered in the wind, as if announcing to the world the power and unstoppable nature of the Han army.

Afterwards, the army drove straight to Luoyang without stopping for a moment. Along the way, dust was flying and the sound of horses' hooves was deafening. The soldiers were all in high spirits, with a desire for victory in their eyes.

However, at Chenggao Pass, the situation became increasingly tense.

Chenggao Pass, this dangerous pass, has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.

At this time, as the Han army reinforcements poured in like a tide, the Wei army's original enthusiasm for attacking the city had dissipated by more than half.

At this moment, Wei army commander Xiahou Xian had to face the current dilemma.

Xiahou Xian was wearing heavy armor, and the mottled marks on the armor told of his past military exploits and vicissitudes of life.

He stood in front of the gate, his brows furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and anxiety.

He knew very well that with the arrival of Han reinforcements, the Wei army had lost the possibility of taking Chenggao Pass.

Looking at the dense forest of Han army flags, Xiahou Xian sighed secretly and thought to himself: "I'm afraid this battle will be disastrous."

However, as an experienced general, Xiahou Xian did not give up easily.

He quickly adjusted his tactics and ordered his subordinates to withdraw their forces and stop blindly attacking Chenggao Pass, but instead take a defensive stance.

Although the Wei army officers and soldiers were unwilling to do so, they had to follow military orders as heavy as a mountain.

They quickly built solid defense lines in front of the pass, with archers, infantry, and cavalry each performing their duties and ready for battle.

At the same time, in Mengjin, the Wei army's offensive had also stopped.

Days of siege warfare had exhausted the Wei army's soldiers, and their once sharp eyes now seemed a little dim.

Outside Mengjin City, the Wei army was still stationed there, but the atmosphere was completely different from the past.

Part of the main force has begun to maneuver towards Luoyang, apparently preparing for the upcoming war.

On the top of Mengjin City, the Han army garrison looked at the movements of the Wei army in the distance, feeling both nervous and excited.

He knew very well that this battle was of great significance to the Han State.

If they win, the whole country will be united and the Han Dynasty will unify the world; if they lose, the consequences will be disastrous.

Therefore, he did not dare to slack off at all and ordered his subordinates to strengthen the city defense and prepare for another attack by the Wei army.

As time went on, both sides were busy deploying their troops.

On the battlefield, flags were fluttering and soldiers were ready to fight.

Some people have already realized that this may be the most crucial battle that will determine the fate of the two countries.

In the Han army camp, Guan Xing was standing in front of a map, thinking.

He is tall and strong, with a resolute face and a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.

This general was one of the main generals of the Han army in this campaign, and he was well aware of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

He carefully studied every detail on the map, thinking about how to defeat the Wei army in one fell swoop.

"General, the Wei army has begun to maneuver towards Luoyang. How should we respond?" A deputy general stepped forward and asked.

The young general raised his head and said with a firm look: "Pass the order down, the whole army should remain alert and be ready to fight at any time. At the same time, send an elite force to harass the Wei army's logistics lines and cut off their retreat. We must put the Wei army in a situation where they are attacked from both sides."

The deputy general took the order and left, while Guan Xing continued to stare at the map, silently praying in his heart that the Han army would achieve the final victory.

In the Wei army camp, Xiahou Xian was discussing countermeasures with his subordinates.

He sat in the commander's seat with a serious face and an indomitable fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Everyone, this battle is about the survival of our Wei State. We must not slack off in the slightest." Xiahou Xian said in a deep voice: "The Han army is powerful, but we also have our advantages. We must take advantage of the terrain and set up numerous ambushes to wait for the Han army to fall into the trap."

The subordinates nodded in agreement, and Xiahou Xian continued, "At the same time, we should send out scouts to find out the movements of the Han army, so that we can know both ourselves and the enemy and fight a hundred battles without danger."

After the meeting, Xiahou Xian walked out of the tent alone and looked at the sky in the distance in deep thought.

This battle will be the toughest one in his life.

If he wins, the State of Wei will be preserved; if he loses, the State of Wei will perish at his hands.

This tremendous pressure made him feel a little breathless, but he knew very well that he could not retreat.

As time went on, both sides made intensive preparations.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense, as if a string could break at any time.

The soldiers were all on edge, waiting for the war to break out.

In the twelfth month of the winter of the twelfth year of Tianming, the sky seemed to be covered by thick leaden clouds, and heavy snow was falling. Snowflakes fell like goose feathers, covering the entire earth. Everything in the world was dressed in silver, but it also brought a biting chill.

The cold wind cut across the face like a knife, making people shiver.

However, in this severe cold, the sound of war drums rang out, roaring like thunder, penetrating the barrier of wind and snow and reaching people's hearts.

The armies of both sides rushed to the battlefield like a tide. The confrontation between the two major forces, the Han Army and the Wei Army, reached its climax at this moment.

The Han army soldiers all bravely took the lead. They were dressed in iron armor, holding weapons, and there was a determination in their eyes.

Their steps were firm and powerful, making a rustling sound as they stepped on the snow, as if it was a prelude to a war.

Their hearts are filled with desire for victory, loyalty to the country and trust in their comrades.

The Wei army soldiers were not to be outdone. They were also wearing armor, holding spears and short swords, and had resolute expressions on their faces.

There was an unyielding fighting spirit in their eyes, as if they were declaring to the world that they would never give in easily.

The Wei army's formation was neat and uniform, like an iron wall, which made people afraid.

On the battlefield, swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Come on!"

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Han army and the Wei army were intertwined and fought a desperate battle.

The swords collided, making a crisp sound and sparks flying.

The spear thrust out, bringing with it a sound of breaking wind, and pointed straight at the enemy's heart.

The blood dyed the white snow red, making this silver-white world particularly dazzling.

The shouts and cries were deafening, as if they were going to shake the heaven and earth apart.

In this chaotic battlefield, there was a Han army general who was particularly eye-catching, and he was Guan Xing.

Guan Xing led the charge, holding a long sword, and rushed into the enemy camp like a flash of lightning.

His swordsmanship was graceful and agile, and he dodged left and right as if he was in an empty space.

His figure moved freely among the Wei army, and wherever he went, the Wei army fell one after another.

The tip of his sword seemed to carry the breath of death, and every time he swung it, it would take away a life.

Guan Xing's face was firm and calm, his eyes flashing with murderous intent and determination.

His armor was splattered with the blood of his enemies, but it did not diminish his fighting spirit in the slightest.

His heroic performance greatly boosted the morale of the Han army. Seeing Guan Xing so brave, the soldiers fought even more bravely, as if they wanted to vent all their anger on the Wei army.

On the Wei army side, there was also a general who showed no sign of weakness, and that was Xiahou Xian.

Xiahou Xian was wearing heavy armor, which was shining with cold light, as if he was a sleeping beast.

He held a spear, the tip of which was so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce through all obstacles.

He was a veteran of many battles and had rich experience. Facing the fierce offensive of the Han army, he quickly adjusted his tactics and stabilized the position of the Wei army.

Xiahou Xian's face was calm and stern, and there was a determined light in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he was mocking the ignorance and arrogance of the Han army.

"How dare you, little Han army boy, invade the territory of Wei!" Xiahou Xian shouted and rushed into the Han army with a spear in his hand.

His shooting skills are fierce and powerful, and every shot carries deadly power.

His figure shuttled among the Han army, and wherever he went, the Han army fell one after another. His heroic performance also boosted the morale of the Wei army. Seeing Xiahou Xian's bravery, the Wei army soldiers fought harder to resist the attack of the Han army.

On the battlefield, the armies of both sides fought a desperate battle.

The soldiers of the Han army and the Wei army were intertwined, fighting back and forth, neither giving in.

Their figures shuttled freely on the battlefield, as if they were dancing a dance of death. Their blood dyed the snow red, making the battlefield even more tragic.

Guan Xing and Xiahou Xian met on the battlefield.

The two people's eyes met in the air, as if there was a flash of lightning colliding.

They all knew that the other party was the key figure in this battle.

Only by defeating the opponent can we win this battle.

"Xiahou Xian, today is the day you die!" Guan Xing shouted and rushed towards Xiahou Xian with a sword in hand.

"Hmph, Guan Xing, don't be so arrogant!" Xiahou Xian snorted coldly and rushed towards Guan Xing with a spear in his hand.

The two figures intertwined on the battlefield, and swords and guns collided, making crisp sounds.

Their moves became faster and more fierce, as if they wanted to kill each other.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not break through the opponent's defense.

The situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense, with both armies trying their best.

The Han army soldiers shouted and rushed towards the Wei army, and the Wei army soldiers also shouted and rushed towards the Han army.

Their hearts are filled with desire for victory and loyalty to the country.

However, war is cruel.

As time went on, a large number of soldiers on both sides fell.

Their blood dyed the snow red, making the battlefield even more desolate.

However, even so, neither side showed any intention of backing down.

The battle between Guan Xing and Xiahou Xian also entered a white-hot stage.

The two figures moved rapidly on the battlefield, and the sounds of swords and guns clashing came one after another.

Their moves became more and more fierce, as if they wanted to tear each other into pieces.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not defeat each other.

now.

Deep in the Wei palace, candlelight flickered and the atmosphere was solemn.

Mrs. Guo sat back on an embroidered cushion with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes, her face worried and a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.

Beside her, Shangshu Ling Chen Qun stood bowed, holding a tablet with a solemn expression, while the imperial teacher Zheng Cheng had an anxious look on his face with a frown on his face.

The three of them focused their eyes on the young Emperor Cao Rui, trying to persuade him to change his mind.

"Your Majesty, your body is worth millions, how can you easily venture into danger?" Empress Dowager Guo's tone was gentle but full of unquestionable firmness.

"On the battlefield, there are swords flashing and dangers everywhere. You are the king of a country. If you make a mistake, how will the country survive?"

Chen Qun also took a step forward and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Your Majesty, as court officials, we should share your worries. However, the battlefield is no joke. If Your Majesty goes to the front line in person, if something unexpected happens, the court and the people will be in turmoil. Please think twice before acting."

Zheng Cheng was so anxious that he stamped his feet. He knew Cao Rui's temper very well, but he couldn't help but persuade him: "Your Majesty, you are the emperor's trustee and the future of the country. Although it is a matter of life and death, Your Majesty should stay at the center and command. Going to the battlefield in person is not a wise move!"

However, Cao Rui just listened quietly, his face firm and his eyes flashing with determination.

He knew very well that the Wei State was facing an unprecedented crisis at this moment. The Han army was unstoppable and the morale of the Wei army was low.

If he didn't step forward and go to the front line in person to boost morale, the State of Wei would probably be in real danger.

"Empress Dowager, Lord Chen, and Master Zheng, I have made up my mind." Cao Rui stood up slowly, his voice firm and powerful.

"I am the Emperor of Wei. Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of a country, let alone me. Now is the time for me to fight alongside my soldiers and face the national crisis together. I cannot sit back and watch the country perish. I must go to the front lines in person, beat the drums to cheer and boost morale!"

After saying this, Cao Rui resolutely turned around and strode out of the palace. His figure appeared particularly firm and resolute in the candlelight, as if he was ready to face all difficulties.

Empress Dowager Guo, Chen Qun, and Zheng Cheng looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

They knew that once Cao Rui made up his mind, it would be difficult to change it.

They could only pray silently for Cao Rui, hoping that he would return safely and lead Wei through this crisis.

In this way, Cao Rui went to the front line resolutely despite everyone's dissuasion.

The war was in full swing. Outside the city of Luoyang, there were flames of war and billowing dust.

The armies of both sides fought several major battles on this ancient land. Each battle was thrilling and resulted in a winner and a loser.

The Wei army and the Han army, like two ferocious beasts, fought to the death on this battlefield and neither gave in.

Cao Rui, the Emperor of Wei, was dressed in a gorgeous dragon robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. The robe shone with golden light, demonstrating the majesty of the royal family.

His face was firm and his eyes revealed an indomitable fighting spirit.

Cao Rui stood on the high platform and beat the drum vigorously.

The sound of the drums was earth-shaking, roaring like thunder, penetrating the noise of the battlefield and reaching deep into the hearts of the soldiers.

When the Wei army soldiers saw the emperor coming in person to cheer them on, they were filled with respect.

They shouted and rushed towards the Han army, launching a fierce attack.

Cao Rui stood on a high platform, looking firmly at the battlefield in the distance, as if telling the soldiers with his eyes: I am with you, and Wei will win!
When Cao Rui appeared on the battlefield, the morale of the Wei army soldiers suddenly boosted.

At the same time, the Han Emperor Liu Chan did not sit idly by.

As the king of a country, he must lead by example and share hardships with his soldiers.

So, Liu Chan resolutely decided to cross the frozen Yellow River and go to the front line in person.

The water of the Yellow River had long been frozen by the cold winter, and the ice surface was as hard as iron.

Liu Chan rode his war horse across the ice. The sound of horse hooves echoed in the silent night sky, sounding particularly loud.

Liu Chan was wearing a black armor with silver trim, looking solemn and majestic.

Although his face is young, there is a firm light in his eyes.

When the Han soldiers saw the dragon flag rising behind them, their morale was immediately boosted.

The dragon flag fluttered in the wind, as if calling them to battle.

The Han army soldiers were filled with excitement when they saw the emperor coming in person to help them.

They rushed towards the Wei army shouting and fought a desperate battle with them.

On the battlefield, the armies of both sides were intertwined, fighting back and forth, neither side giving in.

Swords flashed, arrows rained down, blood dyed the ground red. Shouts, drums, and horse hooves intertwined, forming a tragic war song.

Cao Rui stood on a high platform, looking at the battlefield in the distance.

There was a look of worry and expectation in his eyes.

He was worried about the unpredictable outcome of the battlefield and hoped that the Wei army would achieve ultimate victory.

He knew very well that this war not only concerned the survival of the Wei Kingdom, but also his dignity and glory as an emperor.

Liu Chan also stood in front of the Han army, looking at the Wei army in the distance.

Looking at the dragon flag in the distance.

today.

The two emperors met.

Who will win the battle that will decide who will rule the world? (End of this chapter)