This is his favorite Tang poem, and it is also the best poem he thought.

None more.

With a slight stroke of the sword, Zhang Yue continued to sing: "The sky soldiers shine on the snow and the jade gate, and the enemy arrows shoot like sand to shoot golden armor. The clouds, dragons, wind and tigers are all handed back. Taibai enters the moon and the enemy can be destroyed. The enemy can be destroyed, the head of the head is destroyed, and the intestines of walking on Hu are plagued with Hu blood!"

When the emperor heard this, his blood was still shaking, and he couldn't help but clap his hands.

This poem almost talks about his heart.

It made him feel as if he had seen the arrogant scene of Hu cavalry on the grassland outside the frontier.

Then, Huo Qubing came out of nowhere, and the Han cavalry followed the battle flag of General Cavalry, from south to north, from north to west.

The Huns fled in panic and fled in a panic.

The entire grassland was shrouded in blood and war.

The corpses of the Huns were piled up on the slopes of the Qilian Mountains and Gaolan Mountains, and their flesh and blood gathered into a river.

And that era was the pinnacle of his life.

"My Cavalry General!" He remembered the young man who was once full of energy in front of him, and his voice-louded oath still echoed in his ears: "Why do the family do you have not yet been destroyed?"

"My champion...my grand sage..." The emperor held his hands.

If Huo Qubing had not died young, how could the Huns be so rampant that they have been?

He listened to Zhang Yuegao singing: "Hang Hu Qingtian, buried beside Hu Zizhao! Hu Wu is no one, Han Daochang!"

After singing the song, Zhang Yue held his sword and walked forward and said, "I wish the Han Dynasty will prosper forever, and there will be no barbarians. I will be determined to do this and will never regret it if I die!"

The emperor listened and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Yue.

At this moment, his eyes were blurred.

The figure of the young servant who was holding a sword in front of him and knelt on one knee was overlapped with the young man deep in his memory in a trance.

Champion Marquis... Champion Marquis... My Cavalry Captain, My Cavalry General, My Grand Marshal!
Chapter completed!