I! Create a New World!

"..."

Wu Yikong was speechless and said again: "Then do you have a solution?"

"Have."

"The human race has failed, we can't fight for now, we have to fight for the future!"

"Within a hundred years, the human race must be able to be ashamed!"

"In these hundred years, the human race must have a leader, a king!"

"At the same time, something heroic enough has to happen to arouse the common enemies of the human race."

"General Zhao died in Beiguan, and the deputy soldiers who were originally farmers fought desperately one by one."

"What if the king of the human race died here?"

"Wu Yikong, all those who could inherit the throne in the capital are dead. After I die, you will be the only king left in the entire human race."

"You will lead the human race to fight in the dark, for this you will endure, you will suffer, maybe even if you die, you will not see the day of victory, and you will live like a mouse in a ditch that cannot see the sun. "

"But you will become the last hope of the human race!"

"Wu Yikong, the more than ten thousand elite soldiers I gave you are sad soldiers!"

"The king is dead!"

"This human empire was founded by me, so let me die for it as the last generation of kings."

Zhang San finished speaking in a light tone.

The breeze came, blowing the corner of his dragon robe.

Wu Yikong opened his mouth slightly, feeling only shocked and mixed feelings, his nose was slightly sore.

"You, do you have to do this?"

"Things must be done absolutely and beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Only in this way can they exceed the expectations of the elites in the Anguo Bureau."

Zhang San turned his head and glanced at Wu Yikong, his tone was extraordinarily firm, as if decisive: "Wu Yikong, remember, the human race can have no king, but the human race can't be without hope!"

"Human race, never be a slave!!"

Chapter 44 The fall of King Wu, Lin Ziyun is going to personally go! !

Outside the city wall, the coalition of the four clans approached slowly, as if a giant beast was moving.

Against the wall, Zhang San stood with his hands behind his back.

Wu Yikong looked at Zhang San's back, and found that the back seemed to be infinitely taller.

"...Really, is there no other way?"

Wu Yikong's voice was slightly hoarse.

"If so? Do you think I want to die?"

Zhang San shook his head.

He then sighed again.

"Although I have been fighting with you for decades, I, Zhang San, asked myself how good it is for the people in my jurisdiction."

"Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to run a country like General Zhao, otherwise this strategy will definitely be more effective."

"Wu Yikong, hurry up, I have recruited 500 recruits for you in the capital, and I have also distributed weapons to the people from all over the world, and issued an imperial decree to let them fight against foreigners to the end!"

"And you, will be their only king!"

"Don't delay any longer."

Zhang San waved his hand.

Wu Yikong was silent for a long time, and suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"Your Majesty, consider that I owe you a favor. Next time, I will not be your enemy again."

"Okay, if there is another time, I will fight with Qing together!"

Zhang San smiled.

Tears fell from Wu Yikong's eyes, but he quickly wiped them away with his hands, turned around abruptly, and strode away without turning his head.

On the city wall, only Zhang San was left for a while.

Outside the city wall, there are many swords and guns, and the cold light is shining.

Among the advancing four tribes coalition forces, Wang Kun stared at the bull's eye as big as a copper bell, and stared blankly at Zhang San, who was standing alone on the city wall.

"Fuck, there must be an ambush! (⊙o⊙)"

Wang Kun was immediately frightened.

He hurriedly stopped the soldiers, not only him, but other passers-by also quickly pulled the reins.

"I said Pharaoh! Zhang San must be playing an empty city plan. Do you see someone on the city wall?! If you go up now, you will definitely be able to make a difference!"

Li Yunfa suddenly picked up a self-made loudspeaker with pliers and shouted at Wang Kun.

"Fuck your mother's fart, I will give you this gong!! You have the kind of shit!!"

Wang Kun's voice was so loud that he didn't need to use a loudspeaker at all, and shouted loudly.

Li Yun smiled coldly, waved his hand, and the shrimp soldiers under him immediately retreated a hundred steps.

Obviously there is an ambush, that's a fool's behavior!

How could General Li be such a fool?

……

Zhang San looked at the four-ethnic coalition forces that stopped outside the city wall, his eyes were very calm, but he recalled every bit of what he experienced in this world this time in his mind.

From the very beginning, he was determined to protect the empire he created, and then to eradicate the traitors, his ambition when he was in power.

Then to the decades-long mutual attack with Wu Yikong.

All kinds of things, although it looks heart-wrenching, it also leaves endless regrets.

And his original intention was just to reshape the empire and let the race move towards true glory.

However, God is not always willing!

Zhang San looked up at the sky, thousands of words poured into his throat, and finally he could only let out a light sigh.

Suddenly, a figure with black butterfly wings fell behind him.

"Azhen, what are you doing here?"

Zhang San didn't need to look back, as long as he heard the familiar landing sound, he knew it was Zhang Lizhen.

"...I want to make one last note for you."

Zhang Lizhen looked at Zhang San with a complicated expression.

This is the last winner in the last time traveler.

This monarch who once created a powerful empire, said no one, and dominated the contemporary era, would choose to end like this now.

If we say that the last time Zhang San was brutal, moody, and murderous, but 16 times he personally hunted worms, held imperial examinations, and repaired water conservancy, it was a combination of good and evil.

This time Zhang San seems to have completely sublimated his personality.

Although he fought wars, he never killed people indiscriminately. Although he had many tricks, he never had the previous tyranny.

Now, at this last moment, he even sacrificed himself and used the fall of a generation of kings to arouse the anger and resistance of the human race.

Is this... really the tyrant from the beginning? !

Zhang Lizhen had mixed feelings in her heart, her arm holding the pen trembled slightly, but she was unable to write.

"Azhen, you don't need to comment on me, you just need to write down exactly what I've done."

"History is judged by future generations."

"What do future generations say, and what influence does it have on me?"

"Right and wrong, good and bad."

"It's just man-made moral standards."

"It doesn't make any sense in itself."

"Only, this time I live with a clear conscience!"

Zhang San's tone was flat but confident.

Humans are inherently imperfect, and if you want to pick out mistakes, you can always pick them out, as long as you have a good heart.

Zhang Lizhen was speechless for a moment. After all, she flapped the wings on her back and flew into the sky, but she just hung in the air and didn't leave.

She wanted to see the last scene of the king.

It didn't take long for some figures to suddenly walk up the city wall.

"Ok?"

Zhang San turned his head and looked at the ten figures in heavy armor standing behind him in surprise.

"We all heard what we just said."

"King Jing has already left."

"Your Majesty, we voluntarily stay and obey your orders!!"

The ten people knelt down one after another, and one of the generals raised a sword full of gaps and swore an oath towards Zhang San.

These ten people were the ten people who survived after fighting for thousands of miles with Wuyi and blocking the coalition of the four tribes.

"..."

Zhang San was stunned for a while, before the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"it is good!"

"Everyone will obey!"