Chapter 1: The Death of the God of War
With the indomitable will of one hundred thousand military souls, reborn thirty years ago, to forge brilliance once more
The truth is forever concealed in the hands of certain individuals
Fart!
I have said so much, do you understand now
Moreover, although Hua Wujie has lost all moral integrity, he still possesses the cultivation level of a war god. This punch, while heavy, is not enough to take his life.
After this incident occurred, Hua Wujie became completely composed, stepping down from the imperial platform one step at a time, slowly walking towards Hong Feng, and said: "Why? Don't you want to explain? I will give you an explanation right now!"
Unwilling!
The hoarse voice echoed, and no one dared to respond to Hong Feng's words, nor could anyone answer him, for his hoarse voice pierced the heart like a sharp sword
Although it has become so crowded, a circle still remains empty in front of the palace. The appearance of this circle is not a deliberate gap left by the usually lofty imperial guards, but rather due to the presence of one man, a man who enjoys a mythical status in the Qin Empire
How should I hit you
All is gone
Yet at this moment, no one anticipated it, and even fewer paid attention to it
At this moment, the originally resolute and stern expression of Hong Feng was replaced by an overwhelming sense of astonishment and confusion. He lowered his head to glance at the sword tip protruding from his chest, which was not only sharp but also coated with a lethal poison
The young ruler of the Great Qin Empire, Hua Shengde, sat stiffly on the imperial throne, casting a slightly awkward glance at Hong Feng. He intended to say something, but upon meeting Hong Feng's gaze, it was as if he lost all his strength. He plopped heavily back onto the dragon chair, gasping for breath, and could no longer utter a word
Under normal circumstances, Hong Feng would certainly pay attention, but now all his thoughts are focused on seeking justice from the Emperor. Coupled with days of exhaustion, he is too weak to notice so many things.
Why is there no provision?
General Hong ... ...
The lives of one hundred thousand soldiers, the blood of three thousand divine warriors, as well as all my comrades from Hong Feng and the brothers of the God of War Legion.
In this moment, Hong Feng was completely stunned
Hua Qingyu's voice was choked with sobs, unable to speak clearly. In a state of panic, she hurriedly released her grip, resembling a helpless and lost child. Looking at her bloodied hands, she took steps backward, retreating further and further away from Hong Feng, growing increasingly distant and unfamiliar.
At this moment, Hong Feng finally understood that the human heart can truly become so devoid of conscience to this extent
What am I, Hong Feng, afraid of
Snap
At this moment, Hua Wujie felt a surge of pressure, his face turning ashen, yet he did not glance at Hong Feng nor pay any attention to Emperor Hua Shengde. Instead, he fixed his gaze intently on Hua Qingyu, his eyes filled with urgency and a hint of impatience.
... ... ... ...
What is ... ... for?
Da! Da! Da... ... Da!
Unwilling to accept this
There is none!
If Qi Guangzu were still around, given his friendship with Hong Feng, along with his own formidable strength, he should be able to stop the War God Hong Feng
As fellow warriors, yet at this moment, Hua Wujie was drenched in cold sweat, facing the weak and exhausted Hong Feng. He surprisingly lacked any courage to fight back, shifting from his original firmness to a soft tone, hastily saying: "Qing Yu is still waiting for you at home, and you haven't seen Zhan Er for a long time. It would be best to return and check on Zhan Er first. We will definitely provide you with an explanation regarding this matter tomorrow"
Hong Feng took a deep breath, forcing himself not to look at the faces of his beloved son and his wife, who was like a picture. He pushed Hua Qingyu away with all his strength and said, "I am sorry, but today I, Hong Feng, must seek justice for the hundred thousand soldiers, even if it means shattering my body into pieces, I will not hesitate!"
Boom
As the words fell, Hua Wujie crouched down in front of Hong Feng, grabbing his collar and pulling him closer. His gaze was sinister, his expression twisted, and he leaned in to whisper in Hong Feng's ear: "To be honest, I have tolerated you for a long time"
Why have I not received any response after writing eighteen urgent documents
In the 34th year of the new calendar, the war continues unabated, and humanity is immersed in the wonders of G particles, feeling the immense power they bring, believing themselves to have become true gods, capable of controlling everything, unmatched in the world
Perished at the hands of the empire to which he dedicated his entire life
Wow
The sharp sword nearly pierced Hong Feng's heart. With Hong Feng's prowess as a war god, this injury would be sufficient to be fatal. However, at this moment, Hong Feng gritted his teeth and asked the three words he had spoken the most today, questioning his wife.
A thunderous sound pierced the clear sky, as if heaven and earth were affirming Hong Feng's vow, startling the world and instilling fear in countless hearts
It turns out that everything, all of it, is a conspiracy designed by one's own brother-in-law, who has been taking care of oneself in various ways and has feigned politeness for decades.
A strong arm is just a strong arm, a war god is just a war god. Even in a dying body, it still unleashed a force of ten thousand tons, heavily shattering Hua Wujie's protective G particles, and solidly striking Hua Wujie's chest, breaking all the bones in his chest. With a single punch, he sent Hua Wujie flying out of the Hall of Discussion, soaring to an altitude of eight hundred meters.
At this moment, Hong Feng finally understood how to vent his anger
What does "华无极" mean?
The war has officially begun
I would like to ask you, what is it that I am seeking
Unfortunately, these are merely delusions at present. The newly appointed commander of the Imperial Guard, Ke Jin'an, was merely met with a cold and piercing gaze from the War God, Hong Feng, which caused him to swallow the words he had already spoken halfway and refrain from saying another word.
At this moment, Hong Feng truly understood everything
November 25, 75 AD, 7:35:12 AM
The God of War and the War God of the Great Qin Empire, who achieved a hundred victories in a hundred battles, played a pivotal role in shaping the entire history of the Great Qin Empire and laid the legendary foundation for its vast territories—War God Hong Feng
Three simple words caused all the officials and military leaders to feel their scalps tingle, their hair stand on end, cold sweat to flow, and left them speechless, filled with dread. Even Hua Wujie, known as the God of War and standing beside the throne, instinctively took half a step back.
Nine days and eight nights, a full nine days and eight nights
Time: November 75 AD
Hong Zhanze is the child born to Hong Feng and Hua Qingyu when Hong Feng was forty-five years old. This year, he is four years old and can almost be said to be the apple of Hong Feng's eye
However, the God of War ultimately became too fatigued
The flood peak pushed open the grand doors of the Hall of Heavenly Discussion, crafted from a hundred layers of alloy. The three-hundred-ton door felt as light as pushing open a wooden door in the hands of Hong Feng, with almost no pressure at all. However, as Hong Feng pushed the door open, the noisy sounds from within the Hall of Heavenly Discussion also spilled out.
Outrageous
My brother, do not act impulsively
The cruel numbers, the cruel hoarse voice, twisted Hong Feng's expression in sorrow, making him appear like a demon emerging from hell
However, it was at this moment ... ...
Hong Feng looked at Hua Wuji soaring through the sky, his voice breaking as he shouted in a fit of rage: "With heaven and earth as witnesses, and the souls of one hundred thousand soldiers as witnesses, even if I, Hong Feng, must die, I will crawl step by step out of hell to completely tear you, Hua Wuji, to shreds!"
Go to hell, rest assured and be a clear ghost in death, wait well in the underworld, and watch carefully! In the near future, the entire Qin Empire will belong to me, while you are nothing but dog feces, amounting to nothing.
Why
Qing Yu, whose full name is Hua Qing Yu, is the younger sister of Hua Wuji and also the wife of Hong Feng
Everyone in the Hall of Discussion was stunned, with most unable to react or even comprehend what had happened. Watching Hong Feng, who was on the verge of death, unleash such terrifying power in an instant left everyone feeling their scalps tingle and their hearts filled with dread
Thus, upon hearing the news of Hua Qingyu and Hong Zhan, Hong Feng's expression softened slightly. However, recalling that the souls of one hundred thousand soldiers were waiting for him, the originally softened expression of Hong Feng instantly hardened again, resolutely continuing to seek justice for the one hundred thousand soldiers.
Suddenly, Hong Feng advanced as if entering a no-man's land, his determined steps continuing forward. With each step he took, all the Imperial Guards were forced to move a step back, until there was no room left to retreat, congested in front of the main hall, helplessly retreating to the sides.
Emperor Hua Shengde was greatly alarmed, frantically waving his hands, his face pale as he said: "Someone, someone, Hong Feng has gone mad, he wants to kill me! Hurry, someone, save the emperor, save me!"
Hello
As she spoke, Hua Qingyu gently patted Hong Zhan's back and said, "Zhan'er, be good, let your father come home with us"
Hua Qingyu's face instantly turned extremely pale, and she said stiffly, "Feng, do not act impulsively"
Father
Hong Feng nearly exhausted all his voice to shout, yet his throat felt as if it would break from the effort. However, his hoarse voice could not resonate; instead, it resembled the murmurs of deities and demons, chilling the hearts and minds of those who heard it
All is gone
In the year 75 of the New Calendar, the Great Qin Empire was engulfed in sorrow, as they suffered a devastating defeat in a crucial war. The loss was so severe that the empire's strongest legion, the Legion of the God of War, known for its might, saw all its members perish on the battlefield, except for General Hong Feng, one of the three great war gods of the empire.
Staring at Hong Feng in disbelief, like a startled viper, it hissed and swiftly darted backward.
Hong Feng's expression instantly turned extremely grim, and he said stiffly: "Qing Yu, no matter what you say this time, I can no longer listen to you. Do you know how I have spent these days? One hundred thousand soldiers! Their souls cry out before my eyes every day, their bones and blood still not dried. Today, I must seek justice for them at all costs"
At this moment, Hong Feng suddenly revealed a grim smile, his eyes filled with a fierce and indomitable spirit. Amidst his cold laughter, a tsunami-like surge of G particles erupted from his dying body.
Because ... ... Hong Feng has already arrived
I led the God of War Legion, making a night raid without even taking a break, traveling from the capital to South Asia, and then engaged in a bloody battle against an enemy force that was fifteen times our size, ultimately rescuing you.
In the next moment, the powerful Hong Feng could no longer withstand the dual assault of a damaged heart and potent poison, collapsing in a pool of blood with a pained expression, his consciousness fading and his breath barely discernible
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Hua Wujie was left speechless, falling into silence. Hong Feng, not paying any further attention to the mute Hua Wujie, turned his gaze back to Emperor Hua Shengde and continued to question: "Aren't you afraid? The loss of Shamo Pass is akin to opening the gates of the Mu Si Kingdom. With 800,000 enemy troops advancing, they could reach the capital in just twenty days. By then, will you still be able to sit steadily on this dragon throne?" The loss of Shamo Pass is akin to opening the gates of the Mu Si Kingdom. With 800,000 enemy troops advancing, they could reach the capital in just twenty days. By then, will you still be able to sit steadily on this dragon throne?
Without you, Hong Feng, this empire belongs to me, Hua Wuji. No one dares to defy me, and no one dares to challenge me, including that dog of an emperor, the same goes for him
I am sorry ... ... I am sorry ... ... I am sorry ... ... I am sorry ... ...
The year 52 of the New Calendar marks an absolutely memorable day for the Qin Empire, as they achieved a decisive victory in the struggle for Taizhou Island. History will remember today, but it will remember one name even more: Hong Feng, who single-handedly orchestrated the entire war and, through a strategy of striking swiftly and decisively, reclaimed Taizhou Island, which had been occupied for nineteen years.
Location: The capital of the Great Qin Empire, Shangjing, the residence of the Son of Heaven, the Imperial Palace, and the square of the Yitian Hall where the Emperor and civil and military officials usually hold discussions!
Why is there no reinforcements
Until this moment, no one dares to offend Hong Feng, the might of the God of War is evident from this
With the death of the war god Hong Feng, this nationwide sensation ultimately led to the disintegration of the Great Qin Empire, which had held dominion over Southeast Asia, resulting in widespread military mutinies.
The sound abruptly ceased
I, Hong Feng, dedicate myself to the country, sacrificing my family. After half a lifetime of military service, I have hardly held my son more than a few times. I only wish for the great Qin to be prosperous and its people to live in peace, for the great Qin to enjoy harmony and joy, for the great Qin to be invincible and for no one to dare challenge the authority of the Celestial Empire
Still quite young and completely unaware of the situation, Hong Zhan, under his mother's instruction, called out in a tender voice: "Dad, let's go home!"
It is very noisy around
At the moment when everyone wore a stiff expression, Hong Feng was already pointing angrily at Hua Wuji, who stood beside the Emperor, and said: "You! Back then, when you were trapped in Tiger Shark Bay, with 80,000 soldiers out of supplies, all 80,000 soldiers were extremely exhausted, and could only wait for death."
The faces of all the civil and military officials in the Hall of Heavenly Discussion changed dramatically, and they all shivered in unison. Even the Emperor Huashengde, seated on the dragon throne, slumped completely, becoming limp on the throne.
But have I given up on you?
Haha, the oldest among them is only thirty-five years old, and the youngest is merely sixteen. They pour all their passion onto the battlefield, dedicating everything they have to the defense of their homeland.
But this was not the most surprising and puzzling aspect for Hong Feng. What truly astonished him was that at the moment he turned around, he saw the hilt of the sword, which was now held in the hand of his beloved wife
Why?
Hong Feng's hoarse voice remained cold and unwavering as he said: "I, Hong Feng, am here today to seek justice for the hundred thousand valiant men. If we do not clarify this matter today, do not blame me, Hong Feng... for slaying the tyrant and restoring peace in my fury!"
... ...
Swish
I would like to ask you, what am I seeking?
The monarch of the Great Qin Empire has become so fearful of Hong Feng that within the entire imperial city, he moves as if in a realm devoid of obstacles. At this moment, there is still someone daring enough to question Hong Feng, which is certainly extraordinary. This person is none other than one of the three great war gods of the empire—General Hua Wuji, the unparalleled regent and the emperor's own uncle.
However, the legend of the empire appears exceptionally tragic at this moment
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A series of questions emerged from Hong Feng's mouth, rasping and slowly articulated, akin to dried sand, like a parched earth, like a fish that has been away from water for a long time. The voice was not loud, seemingly at risk of breaking if raised even slightly. Yet, despite its feeble nature, it resonated like thunder, causing everyone to tremble internally and lower their heads in rigidity
You may find it hard to imagine how brutal this war was. In a state of isolation and helplessness, the war god Hong Feng led the God of War Legion to hold out for a full nine days and eight nights, exhausting every last drop of sweat and even the final drop of hot blood, ultimately succumbing to regret and death
Pain was spreading, and Hua Wujie coughed up mouthfuls of fresh blood, which exploded into blossoms of blood in the void, no longer displaying the calm demeanor from just moments ago
Hua Wujie was greatly astonished
However, in the face of Hua Wujie, Hong Feng appeared indifferent, his gaze fixed and devoid of any emotion as he looked at Emperor Hua Shengde, and finally spoke in a hoarse voice, asking: "Why... why!"
You, Hong Feng, are merely of commoner origin, a lowly status; what right do you have to be named alongside me, and why do all these people support you, calling for you to become the Grand Marshal of the Empire
In the midst of the conversation, Hong Feng did not hesitate and strode confidently towards Emperor Hua Shengde, his gaze resolute and devoid of any confusion
Bold Hong Feng! Do not retreat yet, await the summons of His Majesty
However, even so, the oppressive force and the deterrent power exuded by Hong Feng still rendered the entire palace's imperial guards unable to approach or overstep even half a step.
A clear and crisp call startled Hong Feng, and then he saw Hua Qingyu inexplicably arrive at the Hall of Heavenly Discussion, holding Hong Zhan.
The cruel words, each like a knife cutting into Hong Feng's heart, were destroying the last vestige of his will, as if a devil were consuming him.
However fast he may be, he is still not as renowned for his speed as the legendary God of War's fists
Hua Qingyu seemed to have known what was going on long before; as soon as she arrived, she immediately tried to persuade Hong Feng, holding his hand and displaying a look of desperate pleading.
The newly appointed commander of the Imperial Guard, Ke Jin'an, spoke with great difficulty, hoping that Hong Feng would withdraw. At this moment, he no longer possessed the small-minded triumph he had when he first took office; he began to reminisce about the former commander of the Imperial Guard, who had recently resigned in anger, and who was also one of the three great war gods of the empire, the Sky Eagle War God, Qi Guangzu.
General ... ... , His Majesty said: If you return, please wait outside the Xuanwu Gate. You ... ... you ... ... your reckless intrusion has caused us ... ...
To speak frankly, all of this was orchestrated by me, including Qingyu marrying you; she was merely a pawn I placed beside you. The fact has proven that this decision of mine was extremely significant, as it finally allowed me to kick you, this troublesome stone, away.
Even the Empire's so-called greatest masterpiece, the Stormbreaker Arm, one of the three divine artifacts, is now severely damaged, to the point of nearly being rendered inoperable, unable to maintain normal operation and incapable of providing a large quantity of G particles
Now I only want to ask one question, why... why abandon one hundred thousand soldiers? Are they not soldiers of the Great Qin Empire? Do they deserve such a fate?
In addition to the heavy footsteps, there was also a very intense noise, as countless guards of the Qin Empire surged out from all directions like ants. From a high vantage point, the overlapping figures had completely blocked the square in front of the palace, leaving no room for water to flow through.
Questioning history, questioning empires, what kind of situation is this regarding the * map * and * book * that could lead to a series of favorable battles, only to end in complete defeat? ... And resulting in such a tremendous ... ? ... tragedy ?
As the doors of the Hall of Heavenly Discussion swung open, all sounds vanished into silence, the fall of a needle could be heard, and the falling of leaves resonated like thunder
Yet even so, Hong Feng still wore a surprised expression, filled with deep confusion and incomprehension
Feng, please go back first and stop messing around, alright
Suddenly, Emperor Hua Shengde tightly grasped Hua Wuji beside him, crying out in a mournful voice: "Uncle, save me, please save me!"
Because those eyes, usually filled with defiance, are now full of sorrow and grief; and that perfectly chiseled, resolute face is obscured by layers of filthy blood; the military uniform representing the supreme commander of the empire is now tattered and worn, revealing the bronze-like skin beneath the fabric
It was precisely this oversight that brought a fatal... betrayal to Hong Feng
Hua Wujie shouted loudly, his face dark with anger as he looked at Hong Feng, and coldly said: "Hong Feng, I give you one last chance. Immediately go home to rest and await your fate. Otherwise, even if you have made great contributions in battle, do not blame the imperial authority for being overwhelming and the heavenly might for being unyielding"
Boom
Gathering all of Hong Feng's anger and consolidating all of his remaining strength, that iron-like giant fist, like lightning streaking across the sky, erupted in an unprecedented brilliance, even if only for a fleeting moment
He is the God of War and the War God of the Great Qin Empire, undefeated in a hundred battles, a legendary figure who propelled the entire history of the Great Qin Empire and laid the foundation for its vast territories—War God Hong Feng
After a moment, Hua Wujie, also known as the God of War, managed to steady himself and said, "Hong Feng, do not be agitated. As fellow generals, you should understand that mobilizing troops is not an easy task! Do you think we are not anxious just because you are? In these past days, we have been preparing for the rescue, but we never anticipated that the army of the Muslin God would come with such ferocity, nor did we expect that you would not be able to hold on!"
Waste, all of them are waste, Hong Feng has fought bloodily for nine days and nights without rest, and after spending three days returning from the Sand Demon Pass, he is already exhausted, yet none of my Imperial Guards dare to stop him, waste, all of them are ...
This is a cruel piercing sound
Boom
Hong Feng smiled bitterly, his hoarse voice filled with sorrow. His eyes seemed lifeless, and two murky tears flowed down his resolute face, which was smeared with blood, scalding... scalding...
Historian: Zhou Guangmin
Hong Feng, you are like a foul stone in a latrine, no matter how much I kick, you won't budge, always blocking my way, ruining so many of my good plans
In November, the heavy snow has long draped the land of the capital in a silver cloak, and stepping on it feels like walking on a soft cushion, producing a comfortable crunching sound. However, at this moment, even the thick accumulation of snow cannot conceal the heavy footsteps, echoing across the vast square like the stirring drums of battle.
Our army of 100,000 soldiers, along with 3,000 divine warriors, fought a bloody battle at the Sand Demon Pass, which was filled with yellow sand and where not even a single chicken laid an egg, for a full nine days and eight nights. Opposing us were 800,000 warriors of the Musi Kingdom, two war gods, and 30,000 divine warriors
The Great Qin Empire's Sky Eagle War God: Qi Guangzu
Only a four-year-old innocent child stood in panic atop the Hall of Heavenly Discussion, helplessly asking again and again: "Mom... Mom... why isn't Dad speaking anymore? Why doesn't Dad hold me anymore? Why... why..."