Chapter 768: A Difficult Battle

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These were the two points Liu Zheng summarized as he watched this war at this moment.

Where is value manifested?

In the reforms of the Longyan Dynasty, in the improvement of the people's quality of life, in the influence on civilization and ideology, in the continuation of Huaxia civilization, and in the integrity and expansion of the national territory.

At the very least.

He should let this country develop peacefully, with the people living and working in peace and contentment.

As for contribution, it might be suspected of being somewhat hypocritical.

But in fact, it is not.

When a person truly stands at a certain height, you will find that what you pursue is different from that of ordinary people.

People often say that one thinks of lust only after being well-fed and warm.

When you have solved the problem of food and clothing, you will naturally consider the problem of entertainment; when the problem of entertainment is also solved, you will naturally consider the problem of reputation. What does the problem of reputation lie in? Of course, it lies in contribution. Contribution to society, contribution to the country, and contribution to humanity.

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So the question arises.

What kind of place does he want to develop all his territories into?

A great power.

Liu Zheng wants to contribute.

At the very least, he wants to contribute within the scope of his own territories.

Public Schooling, conducting the Imperial Examination, pensions, medical care, and Heart Learning are actually all forms of contribution.

The development strategy from the outside in will eventually slowly devour the ancient Longyan.

Of course, if Longyan were willing to change, it would not have come to this.

But if it refuses to change

This is certain. He hopes that Longyan will be a great power, a strong power, and he hopes that Huaxia civilization will lead the world.

Not just in terms of territory, but also in influence and civilization.

Nowadays, his vision is no longer focused on the struggles with those princes; he finds them dull and uninteresting.

He looked at the scene of slaughter, looked at these hot-blooded men, looked at the fallen soldiers, looked at those people who shed blood and sacrificed their lives to defend their wives, children, and country; likewise, he also looked at the Liaodong soldiers who, under Qiao Yuan's orders, attacked fiercely regardless of their lives.

A very big problem was placed before him.

The rise of a great power.

Then, only Liu Zheng can carry out the change.

There is not much time left for Longyan.

Suddenly.

He had already reported to the Emperor many times.

That Emperor Star, which had been discovered long ago, began to shine brighter and brighter.

But what made him unable to understand was

Yuan Qingming.

He looked at the Star Plate in the Imperial Observatory in a near-numb state.

That's right!

Both of these are Emperor Stars!

What does this mean?

This one Emperor Star had always been above Jinghua, but another one had appeared in Liaodong.

Yuan Qingming was stunned. Two Emperor Stars? How could this be? He had served as the Imperial Observatory Chief for so many years—no, it should be said that in the books in the Imperial Observatory that recorded the thousands of years of Longyan's history, there had never been such a situation.

He rubbed his eyes hard.

Vice Minister Liu?

The key is that these two Emperor Stars not only appeared on the Star Plate at the same time, but they also did not cause any conflict; they seemed to have a feeling of echoing each other from afar.

Disaster!

One is Longyang Princess?

And the other?

Liaodong?

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The Horse Carriage sped away.

It was already late, but he still entered the Imperial Palace without obstruction.

Something big is going to happen!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, bring me my clothes!"

He roared, almost scrambling out; the book boy was stunned for a moment, following behind with a cotton-padded jacket.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Xie Tianyao's brows slowly furrowed.

"So, what Minister Yuan means is..."

Xie Tianyao had not yet slept.

He quietly watched Yuan Qingming kneeling on the ground, quietly listening to what he said.

Grand Eunuch Zhou, listening from the side, also had a look of utter confusion.

Yuan Qingming trembled all over, shakily saying: "Your subject believes, your subject believes..."

"This is a formation of Double Dragon Playing with the Pearl!"

"But the two dragons will not fight each other."

He spoke indifferently.

Yuan Qingming knelt on the ground: "Emperor, this situation is one that this humble official has never encountered before; it is truly the first time. Even back when the Longyan had two imperial courts, north and south, the Imperial Observatory had no such records."

Xie Tianyao asked coldly: "Speak boldly!"

Xie Tianyao continued to ask.

He already knew that Xie Chan was the Emperor Star; it was not unacceptable to him for a Princess to inherit the throne. Especially after the incident where Xie Fang traveled a thousand miles to deliver his own head, he had become completely disappointed in his own Crown Prince. As long as Liu Zheng could be content as an Imperial Son-in-law and lead the Longyan to continue growing strong, then the appearance of a Female Emperor was not a bad thing.

But these two Emperor Stars

"Then"

Beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down.

"Then what?"

Xie Tianyao's expression finally changed, and he cried out in shock.

The battle at Wangchuan Valley was still continuing.

What the hell is this?

Yuan Qingming finally said: "A country cannot have two masters. If they do not fight, then there is only one possibility: mutual annihilation!"

"What?"

There were several times when Wangchuan Valley almost failed to hold.

The defensive fortifications were bombed, so they continued to build them; once built, they were bombed again.

The slaughter of men had already begun in the mud; a single step taken would bring up mud that would soon freeze solid. But even under such conditions, they still had to fight!

After snowing for half a month, it finally stopped.

But the snow stopping was not necessarily a good thing; as the saying goes, it is warm when it snows and cold when the snow melts. When the snow stopped, people finally realized the extremity of the weather in Liaodong, and so, news that made Liu Zheng's heart sink arrived: sure enough, the Liangzhou Army he brought, as well as troops from other places, began to catch colds.

By comparison, the Liaodong Army over there was clearly already accustomed to fighting in this extreme weather; they appeared even more valiant.

The third hill of Wangchuan Valley had been leveled by two meters by the artillery fire of the Liaodong Army!

Three thousand men were guarding this side.

The snow on the hill had not yet melted; it was too thick. The soldiers could only move within this thick snow.

They still had to hold!

This period of holding firm was undoubtedly the most difficult.

"Brothers, hold the line for me; no matter what, you must hold today! Remember, this hill of ours is extremely important! Once the hill is lost, the entire Wangchuan will be lost! Do you hear me?"

"Bullshit! Even with another cotton-padded jacket, can we still run?"

"Persist!"

"Overcome!"

"Boss, it's too cold..."

"Boss, we must think of a Method!"

"Bring another cotton-padded jacket!"

The soldiers were truly too cold, but they tried hard to keep talking, because talking meant their companions were still alive.

The general leading the team felt his eyes grow hot, but soon, the cold air turned the moisture on his eyelashes into frost.

Where were the reinforcements?

"I'm telling you, I have a Method: use snow to warm the body!"

"Really?"

"Would I lie? Watch me!"

He both wanted the enemy to attack and wanted them not to.

If they attacked, they could at least move their bodies and not freeze to death.

But if they really attacked, many brothers would die.

If reinforcements didn't come soon.

This unit of his would turn into ice sculptures!

Therefore.

The artillery fire sounded again, accompanied by the enemy troops charging forward.

The general roared: "Fight, beat them back!"

However, this time

War.

Is just this cruel.

Boom—!

Only eighty percent were left who could stand up to fight; the other twenty percent had already frozen into blocks of ice.

When they died, their hands were still tightly gripping their weapons, their eyes still staring straight ahead.

"Fight!"

The remaining men roared with all their might, their shouts reaching the heavens.