Chapter 1082

Two hundred thousand heavenly soldiers were an invincible force in this magic-less world.

"March out! March out!"

Liu Che soared through the sky, inspecting his achievements.

Below, the young Wei Qing led the troops, forming precise battle arrays to demonstrate their training.

Above the battle formations, a chilling aura spread.

Knowing Wei Qing's talent, Liu Che had promoted him to his side three years ago to train under him.

Three years, plus the cultivation of an extraordinary emperor, had made Wei Qing's military and political abilities stronger than in original history.

"I await your triumphant return in Changancheng!"

"The Xiongnu invade our borders, kill our people—I wish that from this day forward, the Xiongnu become history, and Han never again suffers border threats!"

"We vow to slay the enemy for Your Majesty, cleanse the world, and proclaim Han's glory!"

The soldiers responded in unison, their voices like Lei Ting—even the people of Changancheng could hear the clamor beyond the city walls.

"The Emperor is launching an expedition!"

"Good! My son is in the army—I hope he fights bravely and earns glory for the state!"

One month later.

Good news arrived in Changancheng.

"Border victory: General Wei Qing led the Han heavenly soldiers to sweep the Western Regions, crush the Xiongnu, and slay fifty thousand enemies!"

In the following days, more good news arrived.

One victory report per day left the entire realm stunned.

After shock came joy.

The Xiongnu were so powerful; Han had spent generations of accumulation just to crush this regime.

From this day forward, the Han people could finally sleep peacefully.

After all, while the Xiongnu existed, even those in Changancheng might be invaded—nowhere in the realm was truly safe.

"From this day forward, Han has truly risen."

Changancheng, altar.

Liu Che, clad in the dragon robe, stood solemnly and offered solemn sacrifices to Heaven, reporting the victory to Heaven, Earth, and ancestors.

He turned, gazing at Wei Qing and the ten men restored to youth.

"But this is only the beginning! From this day forward, Han shall not merely conquer the Western Regions—we shall conquer lands beyond them. From this day forward, wherever the sun and moon shine, there shall fly the Han flag!"

"The Holy Emperor is mighty!"

"The Holy Emperor is mighty!"

The crowd below shouted in response, eyes blazing with fervor.

It was good that the Emperor had ambition!

With ambition, the Emperor would grant them glory, let them cultivate toward immortality, and live forever.

They would worry only if the Emperor suddenly lost his drive.

Without achievements, how could they beg the Emperor for elixirs of immortality and wondrous arts?

Without merit, how can one beg Your Majesty for the Elixir of Immortality and miraculous arts?