Heroes of Troubled Times: Chronicles of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms

No. 0 Under the shadow of Madam Zhang's death, Zhu Wen's heart ignited a more blazing flame. He stood at the crossroads of power, his eyes firm and deep, as if he could penetrate the layers of fog and look directly at the unreachable peak. However, as he climbed step by step, the heavy power also made him feel unprecedented pressure.

"Power is both my wings and my shackles." Zhu Wen whispered to himself, his fingers gently tapping the cold jade table, and every tap was like his inner struggle.

On the chessboard of politics, Zhu Wen was like a shrewd chess player, calculating every step just right. But in this war without gunpowder, his heart seemed to be trampled by thousands of troops, and contradictions and struggles surged like a tide.

"Madam, your last words are like the North Star in the night sky, guiding me forward." Zhu Wen closed his eyes, trying to find a trace of clarity in his chaotic thoughts.

However, the cruelty of reality is like a sharp blade, cutting his ideals again and again. In the game of power, he gradually lost himself, and every compromise and concession seemed to carve deep scars on his soul.

"Zhu Wen, do you still remember the lady's last words?" Han Zhu's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, like a wisp of cold wind in winter, making him shiver involuntarily.

Zhu Wen raised his head, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "I remember, how could I forget."

Han Zhu's eyes revealed a trace of worry: "Then why do you still take this path?"

Zhu Wen smiled bitterly, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Because, I can't turn back."

In the vortex of power, Zhu Wen was like a trapped beast, and every struggle made him deeper into it. Mrs. Zhang's last words became his only moral guide, but the cruelty of reality made it difficult for him to follow it completely.

"Madam, what should I do?" Zhu Wen's voice was full of confusion and pain.

On that quiet night, Zhu Wen stood alone in front of the window, his eyes piercing through the night and looking at the distant starry sky. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he had to keep moving forward, because this was his promise to Madam Zhang and his responsibility to himself.

"Madam, I will find a path that belongs to us." Zhu Wen's voice was firm, and his heart was full of hope for the future and his promise to Madam Zhang.

At the pinnacle of power, Zhu Wen was like a lonely king, looking back at the road he had walked. His heart was full of complex emotions, a deep loss and endless regret. He realized that in order to climb to this position, he had lost too much, including the most precious family and love.

"I got the world, but I lost you." Zhu Wen's voice revealed a hint of bitterness, his eyes penetrated the splendor of the palace and looked at the distant past.

Zhu Wen began to reflect on his behavior. He tried to find a balance between power and morality, but the torrent of history could no longer be reversed. His heart was full ofStruggling, every decision seemed to carve a deep scar on his soul.

"Madam, if I had listened to your advice, would it be different now?" Zhu Wen's voice was full of confusion and pain.

In the intervals between meetings, Zhu Quanyu, Han Zhu, medical officer Bian Yong, Taoist Zhang Taiyi, Zhu Dali and Luo Feilong often recalled Madam Zhang's last words and admired her wisdom and foresight. They sat around Zhu Wen, and everyone's face was full of respect and regret.

"Madam Zhang's last words are like a beacon that illuminates our path." Zhu Quanyu's voice was low, and his eyes were shining with admiration.

"It's a pity that we failed to fully follow her teachings." Han Zhu's voice was filled with a hint of regret, and her fingers gently stroked the documents on the table.

Zhu Wen listened quietly, his heart filled with complex emotions. He knew that they all felt deeply regretful for their choices, but the reality could not be changed.

"Madam, your wisdom will always guide us forward." Zhu Wen's voice was firm, and his heart was full of hope for the future and his promise to Madam Zhang.

In that silent meeting room, Zhu Wen stood alone in front of the window, his eyes piercing through the night and looking at the distant starry sky. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he had to keep moving forward, because this was his promise to Madam Zhang and his responsibility to himself.

"Madam, I will find a path that belongs to us." Zhu Wen's voice was firm, and his heart was full of hope for the future and his promise to Madam Zhang.

As the night deepened, Zhu Wen slowly turned around, his eyes flashing with a firm light. He knew that a new journey was about to begin, and he would continue to move forward with Madam Zhang's last wish.

It is said that Wang Shifan was sitting in the military tent, with a map spread out on the table in front of him. His eyes were focused and deep, like a cheetah staring at its prey. Outside the tent, the wind was whistling, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

"Report!" A hurried report broke the silence in the tent, and the messenger stumbled into the tent, his face pale and sweating.

"What's so urgent?" Wang Shifan raised his head, his eyes like lightning.

The messenger was still panting and handed over a letter: "General Wang, this is from Li Maozhen's messenger. Zhu Wen is forcing the emperor, and the situation is critical!"

Wang Shifan took the letter, opened it and read it, his face suddenly gloomy. He stood up suddenly, slammed his palm on the table, and the map trembled slightly: "This is a betrayal, we can't sit idly by!"

His decision was like a storm, swift and firm. He turned to the generals around him and said in a cold voice: "Pass the order down, prepare to raise troops, we want to seek justice for the emperor!"

The generals nodded solemnly, turned around and left, leaving only Wang Shifan and Li Maozhen's messenger in the tent. Wang Shifan looked at the messenger, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "How did you escape?"

The messenger swallowed his saliva, and his tone was filled with fear: "Zhu Wen's minions are all over the palace, I am almost on the verge of life and deathescaped through the line. General Wang, we must act as soon as possible, otherwise the emperor will be in danger! "

Wang Shifan nodded, his eyes more determined: "I know, you rest here first, I will send someone to send you back later."

The messenger nodded gratefully, and Wang Shifan turned and walked out of the tent. The wind outside the tent roared, as if cheering for the upcoming war. He looked up at the sky with a firm look in his eyes. Behind him was an army waiting for him and an inevitable war.

Wang Shifan stood on the high platform of the military camp, his eyes like torches, scanning the assembled soldiers. His voice seemed particularly firm in the wind: "Liu Xun, you lead a part and go straight to Yanzhou. I will personally lead the troops to attack Qizhou."

Liu Xun straightened his back, with a fighting light in his eyes: "Yes, General! ”

Following Wang Shifan’s order, the army quickly split into two groups. One group was led by Liu Xun and headed towards Yanzhou. The other group was commanded by Wang Shifan himself and headed towards Qizhou.

As night fell, Liu Xun’s troops quietly approached Yanzhou City. The defenders on the city wall seemed to have not yet noticed the impending crisis. Liu Xun whispered to the deputy general beside him: "Prepare rockets. We must break through the city gate in one fell swoop before the enemy reacts."

The deputy general nodded and turned to convey the order. Soon, rockets streaked through the night sky and fell towards Yanzhou City like meteors. The city was suddenly ablaze and the defenders were panicked.

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