Ye Zhongdao responded with a sound.
It was quiet again for a while.
Ye Zhongdao said softly: "Lu Youxian is right."
"Ah, Great Chen, such a name, such a grand past once existed."
"Its end should not be in such an absurd manner."
Ye Zhongdao looked at Zhou Xianping, smiled and said:
"What Your Majesty mentioned, a grand and glorious death, a death that leaves a mark in history, should be like this. The last breath and blood of Great Chen should not be used in internal conflicts of the Central Plains, but should be exhausted on the battlefield against foreign enemies, consuming the last fierce spirit of Great Chen."
"Outside Zhenbei Pass, two hundred thousand troops of Chen Country fought the Turks to the death."
"From the mediocre emperor to the infantry, all died in battle."
"The renowned worldwide Night Rider Cavalry and the Iron Futu fell together into Abyss Purgatory, disappearing from this world."
