Chapter 87

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"Brother, have you ever thought about how we can win? Defending Xiangyang is simple, but as long as the Mongols exist, our Song Dynasty will always be under the threat of a sword hanging over our heads," Zhao Ling'er asked.

Zhao Hao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky with a deep look in his eyes, and said, "Ling'er, do you have any good ideas?"

Zhao Ling'er shook her head and said, "It seems there's no way, unless..."

At this point, Zhao Ling'er hesitated and remained silent.

"Even if I become emperor, it won't help. Ling'er, I'm not necessarily better than Father, and do you think the current Song Dynasty can withstand the turmoil of reform?" Zhao Hao asked.

He knew what Zhao Ling'er meant, and many people had this idea.

In their eyes, Zhao Hao was wise and valiant, at least much better than Zhao Yun.

With Zhao Hao leading them, the chances of victory would certainly increase.

But even if Zhao Hao could set aside family ties and take action against Zhao Yun, the situation the Song Dynasty faced wouldn't improve much.

For a critically ill person, strong medicine might cure them, but it's more likely to hasten their death.

The same goes for a dying dynasty.

Zhao Kuangyin used a cup of wine to elevate scholars and discard military leaders. The Zhao royal family ultimately retreated into a paradise, ceding vast lands. In the cold north, armies fought and died, but heroes were envied, and slanderous officials held high positions. A loyal soul dissipated beside the West Lake, and the spirit of a nation irreversibly vanished.

This was the trend, and Zhao Hao was powerless to change it.

"Ling'er, I know you and many others have always hoped I would start from the court and solve the problems of the Song Dynasty from the top down, but the Mongols won't give us time. What we need most right now is not this," Zhao Hao said.

"What do we need most?" Zhao Ling'er asked.

"What we need most is victory after victory, the constant flow of blood, martyrs fighting on the battlefield and dying far from home, brave warriors returning home to be celebrated by the people. We need to change people's minds gradually. I don't have time to waste on a group of scholars, and the Song Dynasty no longer has the luxury of favoring scholars over warriors. But respect must be earned, and it must be fought for," Zhao Hao said solemnly.

The path to success is inevitably strewn with corpses, most of them our own.

But the road that must be taken, must be taken.

Otherwise, even if we can solve the immediate crisis, what will happen in the future?

The Mongols did not last forever, but after the Mongols, this land was trampled by foreign invaders more than once.

This is not someone else's problem, but our own.

This is not even a problem of the Zhao clan, but of the Han people.

War brings danger, and forgetting war brings destruction.

To restore the glory of the Qin and Han dynasties and the spirit of our ancestors, there is only one path: a bloody and fierce battle.

Facing the strongest enemy and fighting a desperate counterattack is the true rebirth of a nation.

So-called political reforms, the supreme ruler, and a generation of heroes can only bring temporary prosperity at most.

Zhao Hao will not stay in the Divine Carving world forever, so he has never thought of seeking the throne.

What he wants to leave in this world is not just a simple victory.

Blood and sacrifice, honor and responsibility, are sometimes more important than victory.

"Brother, many people will die," Zhao Ling'er said.

"Some sacrifices are necessary. I won't say sorry because I didn't force anyone, and the risks I bear are no less than anyone else's," Zhao Hao said.

"Brother, aren't you tired?" Zhao Ling'er said softly.

"Those who are not in a position should not meddle in politics. Being tired is one thing, but avoiding it solves nothing. And there are always things that require you to risk your life. Ling'er, a long time ago, I thought I could only be a spectator, at most silently praising and respecting those who shed blood and sacrificed. Even if I were in their place, I couldn't be as fearless as they were. Because I am just an ordinary person," Zhao Hao recalled.

"Brother has never been ordinary. In my eyes, you are always the best," Zhao Ling'er said.

Zhao Hao smiled lightly and said, "Ling'er, I am still an ordinary person, with my own selfish desires. I have thought about killing my father and ascending the throne, so that no one could point fingers at me. I have thought about giving up, gathering a few high-level experts to kill the Mongol Khan, at least ensuring temporary peace for the Song Dynasty, which would earn the praise of the people. I know Guo Jing is loyal and will dedicate his life to defending Xiangyang, but I still thought about making Huang Rong my concubine and playing with her as I pleased. Even, I have thought about..."

At this point, Zhao Hao paused.

"Brother, go on, what else have you thought about?" Zhao Ling'er asked.

"Nothing, I just want to tell you that I am just a person, with desires, fears, and even a fear of death. But what makes a person human is the ability to control their actions. I can't be a Buddha who feeds his flesh to eagles, nor can I be a sage who serves the public. But I won't be a tyrant who acts recklessly, nor a traitor who surrenders. I am just a person, a person who strives to be extraordinary. Fate has placed me here, and whether it's responsibility or courage, I will no longer retreat," Zhao Hao said firmly.

At this moment, Zhao Hao exuded an indescribable aura.

Dressed in white, with his hands behind his back, Zhao Hao and the world around him formed a strange harmony.

Zhao Ling'er's eyes lit up.

"Brother, you've broken through again," Zhao Ling'er said excitedly.

Zhao Hao closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, a smile on his lips.

Martial artists are more determined than ordinary people. Under the influence, Zhao Hao's willpower was already far beyond that of his former self.

From the beginning, Zhao Hao has been practicing martial arts, not just martial skills.

So Zhao Hao pursued the elevation of his mind and the evolution of his essence, rather than just the enhancement of his combat power.

The recent events and the conversation with Zhao Ling'er have made Zhao Hao more aware of himself.

He is still an ordinary person, but he is walking a path that is becoming less ordinary.

In those years, Zhao Hao was moved by many people.

Now, Zhao Hao is still moved by many people, but he has already achieved the ability to move others.

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