CHAPTER 158: CHAPTER 128 [HUAXIA · ANNALS] FLOOD CONTROL! FLOOD CONTROL!!! (6.6K DOUBLE-LENGTH CHAPTER)_3

The screen suddenly goes dark.

[Xiongnu]

The two characters slowly emerge, a new enemy has appeared.

The Xiongnu cavalry swept in like dark clouds, dividing the battlefield. The soldiers in red armor on the opposite side were easily slaughtered, cities were breached, bountiful harvests and women plundered, and everywhere the gaze fell, only bones remained.

Beneath the banner of the Xiongnu king, a man holding a golden whip looked at the plundered resources and pointed to the vast wheat fields in the distance, laughing heartily:

"This land is bountiful, it shall be my pasture!"

The scene quickly transitions, year after year, as the Xiongnu continuously raid the Han territories.

Each time, it’s a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, yet the resilient Huaxia people continue to step onto the trampled land every year.

For decades!

The Huaxia nation has been oppressed by the Xiongnu.

Until....

Inside a resplendent palace.

A man in a dragon robe sits on the throne, his gaze sweeping over the group of ministers, his words domineering:

"I am waging a war of prestige."

"For seventy years, my dynasty has repeatedly lost to the Xiongnu, resulting in depressed morale and a loss of national prestige."

"This war I wage is to clearly inform the world and the Xiongnu."

"From now on, the offense and defense have reversed!"

"If they can come! So can I!!!"

The scene switches, a large cavalry assembles at the border.

An illusory map appears, representing the red forces of the Huaxia people, striking deep into the black symbolizing the Xiongnu forces.

Watching the red forces advance and cut into the black forces.

This scene is all too familiar to Blue Star players.

In Mo Xiaomo’s live streaming room, the stunned Mo Xiaomo couldn’t help but exclaim:

"Isn’t this ’Blitzkrieg’?!?!"

"But this is ancient times! Way earlier than the Empire’s history?!?!"

This kind of scene has been occurring in various live streaming rooms since "World War II: Empire’s Rise" went online, as the Empire’s Blitzkrieg genuinely left Blue Star players overwhelmed.

It wasn’t until a few days ago with the conclusion of the [Battle of Moscow] that the myth of ’Blitzkrieg’ was broken.

But unexpectedly, Huaxia had already researched Blitzkrieg in ancient times.

The scene continues.

As the red forces advance, the black forces retreat on a large scale.

The previously plundering Xiongnu no longer laugh madly ’This land is bountiful, it shall be my pasture,’ leaving only countless Xiongnu fleeing westward, occasionally looking back, tearfully crying:

"Without my Qilian Mountains, my six animals do not thrive!"

With the advance of the red forces, the black forces on the virtual map shrink to small pockets, fleeing towards the European Continent from the perspective of Blue Star players.

The scene switches to the people of this Huaxia dynasty.

Listening to the news of the Xiongnu’s great defeat, everyone wears a proud smile on their face.

The Blue Star netizens briefly falter.

Seventy years.

In personal terms, it’s a generation.

But in terms of founding a family, father to son, it’s four to five generations—this civilization, the resilience of this nation is simply unimaginable.

The scene continues.

The territory of the red forces continues to expand, but as time passes, it seems to fall into a cycle again.

[End of Eastern Han]

This once-strong empire has reached its end, the controlled territories continuously shifting, scenes changing to depict labor, miscellaneous taxes, the plundering by powerful clans, and the arbitrary slaughter of civilians.

A brief trance.

Blue Star netizens feel they’ve seen this scene before, possibly like the construction of palaces or the Great Wall from previous dynasties.... the people’s livelihood is dire.

Could there be another ’noble and minister, is it a matter of birth?’ arise?

Blue Star netizens have this thought leap into their minds as they watch the scene.

A place that can nearly be called a city of death.

Lying, leaning figures on the ground, indistinguishable between people or corpses. It seems like a plague has struck here, and a man in a Taoist robe rushes onto the street with a bowl of brewed medicinal soup.

Finding a child, he attempts to feed the medicine into the child’s mouth.

But upon reaching the child, he suddenly stiffens, and the bowl of medicine in his hand falls to the ground.

The emaciated old man beside, with no sadness or joy, weakly says to the Taoist robed man:

"Thank you, Taoist priest, but it’s a pity about this bowl of medicine; she has no fortune for it; this is fate...."

After speaking.

The emaciated old man’s lips move a bit, finally lowering his head, already dead.

The Taoist robed man gently closes the eyes of the grandparent and grandchild with trembling hands.

They.... died of hunger.

The Taoist robed man stands up and looks at the people merging with the corpses on the street, tears flowing down his face.

Medicine can cure disease, but it cannot stop hunger....

Medical skills can’t save these common people, the Taoist robed man’s eyes grow resolute as he looks in a certain direction.

Crash!

Countless burning talisman papers fly up, obscuring the view.

Then the talisman papers fall into muddied bowls.

Sizzle—

Burning talisman papers extinguish upon encountering water, the ashes dissolving in the bowls.

Faintly seen in the muddied broth mixed with talisman paper ash, lie kernels of millet.

Countless people pick up bowls, drink this ’talisman water,’ don yellow scarves, raise their stakes, shouting:

"Heaven bless me!!!"

Then fearlessly advance toward the ’enemy forces.’

The scene switches.

Atop the tall platform of Julu.

A Taoist robed man holds up a nine-section staff, pointing to the gloomy sky, looking at the tens of thousands of followers wearing yellow scarves below, his voice thundering:

"The azure sky is dead, a yellow sky must rise! The year is jiazi, the world will be greatly blessed!"

As his words fall.

Tens of thousands of followers erupt in a tidal wave of response, yellow scarves surging like waves!