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Chapter 373 Go Home

Du Yun'an died, and Xinhe City was thrown into chaos.

Qian Yuan's offensive was fierce, and the front lines suffered repeated defeats.

The already fragile state of the new Daqi has now essentially collapsed.

The powerful and wealthy are only thinking about how to preserve their wealth, how to seize more benefits, and how to ensure that their families continue to thrive.

However, at this critical juncture, Wang Huai, who was supposed to be dead, returned from the underworld and came into their sight, disrupting all their plans.

The atmosphere was oppressive and silent.

Wang Huai sat on the throne, not leaning back, but leaning forward to look down at everyone from his superior position.

All the ministers bowed their heads, none daring to look him in the eye.

"Dangdang!"

With a flash of light, something was flung out, rolled twice in the hall, and landed in the center of the courtiers' ranks.

Several kneeling officials glanced at it and trembled, bowing their heads even lower.

Cold sweat poured down his back. The hideous, enormous head exuded a foul stench, and its eyes seemed to see through flesh to the soul.

"I killed Du Yun'an."

After the atmosphere had become extremely tense, Wang Huai slowly spoke, uttering his first words upon arriving at court.

"..."

The courtiers remained silent, and no one answered him.

Du Yun'an controls all the power in the new Great Qi.

He was nominally the Grand Marshal, but in reality, not many people respected him.

All we need is a common slogan to unite us.

Du Yun'an was the initiator and had the right qualifications, so he was the leader.

And now, the leader has been beheaded.

A new leader has taken the stage.

Yet it oppresses everyone, inspiring awe and fear in all.

Is it a human or a ghost?

It does not matter!

Importantly, his name is Wang Huai.

If they weren't nearby, that would be fine.

But at this moment, he sits proudly on his throne, and no one dares to disobey him.

Wang Huai looked down at everyone present and said, "You all know what you did after I 'died'."

"I no longer care about right or wrong."

"I will not pursue any responsibility against your family and children."

"Now, I would like to ask you all to rise and accompany me on this journey."

These people have become corrupt; they have long forgotten the original purpose of the Blood-Clad Army and have degenerated into demons of desire.

This may be due to Wang Huai's own management issues.

He no longer cared about right or wrong.

He had no time to hold these people accountable for the wealth and power they had amassed and the families and relatives they had built up.

Now, he only wants to do one thing.

Wang Huai's words were like a final judgment on everyone. One person turned pale with fright, looked up repeatedly, and asked tremblingly, "Your Majesty, I...we, where...where are we going?"

A bloodthirsty light flashed in Wang Huai's eyes, his murderous aura oppressive to all.

Just one glance at him was enough to leave his mind blank.

Wang Huai remained expressionless and simply uttered two words: "Frontline."

"Yes... Your subject obeys."

Wang Huai's attitude and tone spoke volumes; he would not allow anyone to object.

What would you do if you went to the front lines?

Will Wang Huai continue fighting?
Does he still want to fight Qian Yuan?

What is the purpose of this king, whose identity is unknown (whether he is human or ghost), who has come back to life and stands before the people?
Few among those present could glimpse Wang Huai's inner thoughts.

I followed Wang Huai... This journey is likely fraught with danger.

A man, his face ashen, coughed twice and looked at him pleadingly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I have recently caught a cold, and I fear... I fear it will be inconvenient for me, may I..."

next moment,
"Whoosh!"

A flash of light appeared, and the broadsword was suddenly thrown.

It pierced directly into the chest of the person who stood up to speak.

"Forehead……"

The man's eyes narrowed suddenly as he stared blankly at the cold-faced Wang Huai, his clothes stained with blood. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"thump!"

Immediately afterwards, he fell to the ground and died.

For a time, the court was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone shuddered, feeling a chill rise from their feet to the top of their heads.

Wang Huai is actually quite good to his own people.

He was like a chivalrous outlaw, always putting loyalty first.

Therefore, the ruler did not act like a ruler, and the minister did not act like a minister, making many mistakes.

Now, however, he has no mercy left; everyone present is his enemy.

These people finally realized how cruel it was to stand opposite Wang Huai.

Wang Huai stood up and walked slowly forward. His deep voice reached everyone's ears, as if they had fallen into an ice cave: "Don't try to play tricks on me."

"Even if you are missing limbs or suffering from terminal illness, you still have to come with me on this journey."

"Otherwise, it won't just be you yourselves..."

……

Daqi, which was already a makeshift operation, was on the verge of collapse.

However, under these conditions, Wang Huai did not continue to make efforts to govern and turn the tide.

Instead, he left with the entire leadership team.

Even if it's a motley crew, even if it's a makeshift group.

They're still leaders, after all.

Their orders, at least, served as a command flag, allowing them to manage the situation and prolong their existence.

However... Wang Huai never intended for Da Qi to survive.

The powerful and wealthy, living in cramped quarters in Xinhe City, vie for power and resources, enjoying their riches and glory.

At this moment, they were being herded like sheep by Wang Huai, leading them to the road to the front line, which was quite a strange sight.

Those who collapsed, those who fled... all died.

The mysterious young man and the arrogant monk helped Wang Huai keep an eye on everyone, and no one could escape their control.

Listen to me. Although the future is uncertain, at least our family and relatives have been saved.

With just three men, Wang Huai overthrew the regime of the Great Qi.

……

Two days later, the group arrived at the front line.

In the name of Qi Huang and the old troops he forcibly brought along, Wang Huai issued orders to the cities on the front lines: cease the war and gather all troops together.

The Blood Demon Banner of the new Great Qi remained unchanged, standing atop the city wall, fluttering in the wind.

Wang Huai stood on the high platform, quietly watching the thousands of troops below.

Among these people were the original Blood-Clad Army, newcomers who joined later, and some bandits and hooligans from other Qian Yuan resistance forces.

But ultimately... these people all carried the name of the Great Qi and the Blood-Clad Army.

His gaze swept across everyone's face.

Some were puzzled, some were terrified, some were filled with apprehension, and some remained steadfast and persistent.

Some people recognized him, but when they saw him, they were shocked and their eyes filled with tears.

Some newcomers didn't know him, but seeing him standing on the high platform with such imposing presence, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

The wind and sand were blowing in gusts, blinding people.

When Wang Huai saw these people, he felt somewhat dizzy and his vision became blurry.

He raised his head and proclaimed loudly, "Gentlemen, do you remember the oath you swore when you entered my blood-stained robe?"

After speaking, there was a brief silence.

The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted, "We will forge our armor with our blood and sweat, and sacrifice our lives for peace!"

"I forge armor with my blood and sweat, and sacrifice my heroic soul for peace!"

"His Majesty!!!"

"His Majesty!!!"

"Your Majesty, please lead us into battle!"

Is Wang Huai dead?

Wang Huai is not dead?

The answer may not matter. All he needs to do is stand before the people and make a call to action.

He is the totem of the Blood-Clad Army, the faith of the Blood-Clad Army.

This will inspire these people to follow you most purely.

Waves of sound came, and Wang Huai lowered his eyes, his eyes filled with light.

Human hearts are hard to fathom. Are these people truly sincere, or are they cunning?

Wang Huai pondered these questions his entire life, but he never figured them out.

Du Yun'an was once a generous and brave general, how could he have ended up living such an ugly life?

He remembered the names of all the powerful figures he brought with him, and they had all had their own shining moments when the uprising began, which is why they climbed to high positions step by step.

How could I have ended up living the very thing I hated most in my vow?

Wang Huai really doesn't understand the hearts of these people.

The world is too chaotic, and people's hearts are fickle; perhaps this is not suitable for him.

He shook his head and smiled, then turned to the soldiers and asked, "Gentlemen, what are you fighting for?"

Why do the Blood-Clad Army fight?

The sound gradually spread, reaching everyone's ears.

Why fight?

One sentence stuck with me.

For a moment, some soldiers loosened their grip on their weapons.

Why fight?

They seem to have forgotten about this issue.

"Is this war fought so that these people can enjoy wealth and luxury in their mansions?"

Wang Huai, wielding a large knife, casually beheaded a powerful figure, letting the blood splatter everywhere.

The blood-stained broadsword was pointed at the terrified crowd, then turned to the soldiers and asked, "Are you fighting so that these people will exploit your families and humiliate your wives and children?"

After a brief silence, the soldiers seemed somewhat confused.

Suddenly, a voice shouted: "We fight for His Majesty!"

After that, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

"We fight for His Majesty!"

The sounds came and went.

Wang Huai was rumored to be bloodthirsty and cruel, and to be incompatible with those who shared wealth and power, even killing his own people...

But the most sincere and purest feelings will never be obscured by filth.

As the years have passed, the Blood-Clad Army's faith remains unchanged.

With Wang Huai dead, the Blood-Clad Army fell apart.

As long as Wang Huai was present, and he stood at the front of the battle, there would always be soldiers who followed him devoutly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Huai shook his head and looked down at the people below: "You must fight for yourselves, fight for a better tomorrow."

"Always keep your eyes open and fight for the leaders who truly care about you and want you to have a good life."

Daqi is already rotten.

When Wang Huai saw the devastated land and the despicable acts of scheming and corruption, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

He now has only one obsession, one purpose.

He didn't want any more soldiers to lose their lives for nothing.

What was the point of their bloody battle?

Are we fighting for power and profit for those corrupted by authority, who exploit the people and enjoy wealth and luxury?
The Blood-Clad Army must end!

He lowered his eyes and shouted to all the soldiers, "Gentlemen, lay down your weapons and go home."

For a moment, the military formation fell silent.

"Clang... Clang..."

The weapon fell to the ground.

To be honest, whether we start from reality or from spiritual ideals.

Many people are confused; they don't know what they are fighting for.

The new emperor, Qian Yuan, seems to be a truly wise ruler.

Good news always came from the land under his rule, and the people there lived an enviable and happy life.

After Wang Huai 'died', they had no idea what they were doing.

However, they were swept along by the tide and had no choice in their own destiny.

And now, Wang Huai has reappeared, standing before the crowd.

That last sentence struck a chord deep within them.

Some soldiers felt a soreness in their noses.

Go home...go home...

Who doesn't want to go home?

Who wouldn't want to risk their life to find a path where the future is uncertain?

This was said by Wang Huai himself!
Wang Huai has come back to life and told them to stop fighting!
After that, no one was able to use Wang Huai's name to mobilize these people anymore.

Suddenly, a young man stepped forward, gripping his knife tightly, and looked at Wang Huai with a fanatical expression: "Your Majesty, let's put down our knives. The world is in chaos. What will we do if there are more tyrannical rulers and corrupt officials who oppress us?"

Wang Huai's eyes narrowed, a hint of ferocity flashing within them: "Resist!"

"Then take up your weapon again and call my name."

"I will lead everyone again to resist and fight."

Wang Huai's voice carried far, far away.

It's like a seal, engraved in the hearts of countless people, making them remember it forever.

"Gentlemen, we're stopping the fight!"

"Go home, have children, and live a good life."

With gentle eyes, Wang Huai spoke to these people about the most simple and ordinary wishes of ordinary people.

"do not fight!"

"do not fight!"

"go home!"

"go home!"

……

For a moment, the army was in chaos and confusion.

This farce should come to an end.

Wang Huai looked at the faces of these soldiers. Some were confused, some were ambitious, some were jubilant, some were relieved, and some were full of expectations for the future... showing all aspects of human nature.

The story of the Blood-Clad Army begins with a rallying cry and a passionate resistance, and ends abruptly after a series of mistakes that ruined the situation.

The story didn't have a happy ending, but that's how it is.

The scene in his dream of ascending the throne and having all the people kneel in worship did not come true.

Instead, there were only piles of bones, decaying and rotten, leaving behind a mess.

There are many regrets.

Perhaps, this is his fate.

Looking at the chaotic scene below, Wang Huai couldn't help but smile and let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Big brother!"

"Brother!"

"Your Majesty~"

"Leader~"

……

Familiar voices seemed to echo behind him, and Wang Huai's eyes gradually glazed over.

He turned around.

As the light and shadow shifted before his eyes, in a daze, he saw smiling faces, eyes full of expectation, reverence, and trust.

His brothers, those loyal martyrs who shed their blood for the Blood-Clad Army, those friends who shared his dream...

He remembered every face; every face met him during the unbearable midnight hours.

How cruel the world is!

Those sincere and steadfast idealists die so easily, while those who are scheming, despicable, and vile survive.

My last wish has been fulfilled.

Wang Huai's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

A feeling of lightness washed over him, and he chuckled unconsciously, "Hehe..."

He walked toward the people who had been waiting for him for so long.

This world is not for him.

He was going to find the place that truly made him happy and content.

(End of this chapter)