Zhou Yu said, "Master, let's go quickly."

Many people also hope that Xi Yu will leave quickly and cannot communicate with these people at all.

Xi Yu had no choice but to leave. After they talked a long time ago, many soldiers started to discuss it. These people were so ignorant.

"You can't say that to them. After all, they have lost their loved ones, so I can understand this feeling."

Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the silence.

Everyone looked in surprise and found that it was a soldier crying. His crying was so sharp that it seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

Xi Yu frowned, walked to the soldier, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so sad?"

The soldier raised his head, tears blurring his eyes.

"King, the old people's words reminded me of my past. My hometown was also ravaged by war, and many of my relatives died in the war..."

His voice was choked and he couldn't continue.

Xi Yu felt sad in his heart, and he patted the soldier on the shoulder.

"We all empathize with the pain caused by war. But we must firmly believe that our efforts are to prevent more people from experiencing such pain."

The soldier wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded firmly.

On that night, Xi Yu led everyone to camp on an open land. The bonfire jumped in the night and illuminated the surroundings.

The soldiers sat together, their hearts full of expectations for their arrival in Luoyang.

And now it’s almost time to Jingzhe, so the weather is getting warmer and warmer, and my heart is also warmer.

Xi Yu looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Tonight, I'll tell you a story. I wonder if you are willing to listen?"

What? The king tells stories, which is really something that is undesirable. Many people feel very honored. How could they not be willing to listen?

"We do, we do it too."

"It is a great honor for us to be able to listen to the king's story."

As soon as the words were finished, the soldiers showed excited smiles and tried desperately to move closer to Xi Yu.

Zhou Yu stood up and said loudly: "Everyone must abide by order and not crowded."

At this time, a breeze blew, bringing a little coolness.

After everyone sat down again, Xi Yu began to tell stories.

"Don't be so happy for now. The story I told is actually a tragedy."

When Xi Yu saw everyone's excitement, he immediately prompted them.

Zhao Yun said: "King, we will listen to whatever story you tell."

Zhao Yun and Zhou Yu believed that Xi Yu's actions must have a deep meaning.

It's impossible to tell a story just right.

Xi Yu's voice sounded clearly in the quiet night, as if it was a magical power that attracted everyone's attention.

What Xi Yu wants to tell the story of the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China, which was a past event that the Han people later refused to mention.

After all, the scene was too tragic, and even people could eat people, and Han people were not regarded as human beings.

A burst of grief surged in Xi Yu's heart, and he knew the cruelty of this history.

But he also understood that when he traveled to this era, he was carrying the mission of changing history.

He secretly made up his mind to prevent such a tragedy from happening again.

However, he cannot express his thoughts directly, he must use stories to arouse everyone's thinking.

Under the swaying firelight, Xi Yu's voice was low and powerful, telling the tragic history.

The soldiers listened quietly, with shock and anger on their faces.

Their hearts ignited hatred for the Hu people.

Because he knows his own storytelling skills, Xi Yu is extremely sensational during the telling process.

He noticed the soldiers' reactions and knew that his story had been particularly successful.

At the climax of the story, he stopped and looked at the solemn faces around him.

At this time, a soldier asked: "King, what is the story of this place? When did it happen?"

This is exactly what many people want to ask about.

Xi Yu took a deep breath and looked around.

"It's a faraway place, a history that we all hope will never repeat again."

There was a hint of heaviness in his voice.

Then he asked, "Have you noticed that the story I told would make you feel very familiar?"

Many soldiers nodded, and they did feel familiar.

"I'll tell you the truth. If it weren't for me, these history would have happened to your descendants." This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, which shocked many people present.

"Do you think I'm arrogant?" Xi Yu asked quickly, then looked around everyone.

This sentence is like a torture of the soul.

"No, king, we believe you can change all this." Zhao Yun said immediately.

Many soldiers also echoed, and it would be true. If others said this, they might really think it was arrogant, but Xi Yu did have the ability to change all this.

Xi Yu said: "What I told you is practical. Let me tell you this. I have the ability to predict the future. If the Cao family has the power to gain power, the power will eventually fall into Sima Yi's hands, and then this history will also go to the story I just told."

After saying this, the scene became very quiet again.

Zhao Yun and Zhou Yu looked at each other and believed Xi Yu's words.

Because Xi Yu was able to tell many miracles.

No wonder Xi Yu seems to be different from others.

Maybe he really has any superpowers.

Zhou Yu took the lead and shouted, "The king is given by God to save everyone. Is this blessed?

So many people cheered, and Xi Yu remembered the words of the old people today, so he decided to tell such a story, which sowed the seeds of peace in the hearts of the soldiers.

Of course, once the country that Xi Yu seized, he would not be able to control what it would be like in the future.

Xi Yu is well aware of the laws of history.

He understood that when a dynasty was first established, it would often learn from the experience of the previous dynasty, and the king was willing to rest with the people.

Therefore, the country will show a prosperous scene.

However, after several generations, the descendants of the king began to enjoy their success and gradually lost the spirit of struggle of their ancestors.

After a few generations, they were bewildered by the decadent life and began to pursue pleasure and luxury. The country gradually declined and could never reach the peak of prosperity again until it perished.

When Xi Yu thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sad and helpless in his heart. He knew very well that human history was always repeating the same mistakes.

And all he has to do is to do his best to change all this.

But I can only change myself, how much can I change for my descendants?

When he really gained the power of the country, what would he do if his descendants repeated this historical law?

He suddenly realized that he was worried a lot. Perhaps it was enough to just pay attention to what was happening in front of him.

"Okay, it's getting late, everyone, hurry up and have a rest. We will continue to set off tomorrow."

When everyone was back to the camp, Xi Yu suddenly found that a soldier was walking something wrong, so he quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Best Lord, the younger ones have numb feet, which is not a problem."

However, Xi Yu felt his lie and said, "I hope you tell me the truth."

Everyone's eyes also looked here.

The soldier blushed immediately and had to tell the truth. It turned out that his shoes had been worn with a big hole. It had been a long time since he walked.

"Since that's the case, why not change your shoes?"

But he lowered his head, after all, he was short of money, so he never changed it.

And Xi Yu immediately knew his embarrassment.
Chapter completed!