Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Huo Qubing pointed his sword at the desert, full of youthful vigor.

The cold wind on the Gobi Desert blew his cloak, and his face was full of confidence.

Ji Dong looked at Huo Qubing, listened to his bold words, and suddenly remembered what Xiang Yu had said in front of him before.

But Xiang Yu couldn't do it, and neither could Huo Qubing.

History is doomed, even if he tells Huo Qubing everything about future generations, he can't change history.

After Huo Qubing finished speaking, he turned and looked at Ji Dong.

"I still have some questions, I want to ask sir."

Huo Qubing's name for Ji Dong has changed, and Lin Yi's unfathomable means have convinced him at this moment.

Lin Yi nodded.

"General, please speak."

Huo Qubing thought of Zhao Ponu and others he had seen on the screen just now, thought for a while, and asked, "Just now, among the people His Majesty sent to exterminate the Huns, there are Zhao Ponu, Li Gan, Li Guang, and Li Xi."

"But why not me?"

Huo Qubing is only 21 years old now, and in fact, he is only a half-grown child. He thought that he would make great contributions to the Han Dynasty and become an existence that surpassed his uncle Wei Qing.

But who would have thought that coming to the desert this time would be his last battle.

Most of the viewers in front of the TV were familiar with Huo Qubing's life, and when they heard this question, they felt a little sad in their hearts.

"Hey, he didn't know that after this battle, he would be lingering on the sick bed, and finally died three years later."

"My heart starts to ache when I think of how young my little General Huo died."

"Huo Qubing was only 24 years old when he died. At that time, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was still thinking about taking action against the Huns, but he didn't expect it."

"After Huo Qubing, most of the Han Dynasty's wars against the Xiongnu failed. When I think of this, and look at Huo Qubing again, I feel a little pain in my heart."

"Heaven is jealous of talents, Huo Qubing is God's jealous of talents. He could have galloped in the desert to wipe out the Xiongnu, but he didn't expect to die of illness suddenly at the age of 24."

"Hey, why did you arrange for General Xiao Huo to say this by himself? I was caught off guard by the cruelty."

In foreign live broadcast rooms, many viewers are also lamenting.

After all, the theme of fate has always been the meaning of the motif of Western literature, and this question is indeed a bit of a meaning of fate.

"Hey, I read Kepu, and I felt heartbroken when I heard this question. He didn't know that he would die in three years."

"This is fate, he is destined to die, and he is also destined to become a legend."

"Such a young general was unable to advance because of fate. I can't write such a tragedy anyway."

"The collection has given me too much inspiration. These people have sorrows and joys, but in history, you can't escape the feeling of history. I really like this feeling of fate!"

"Wait, where did you see the popular science!!"

in the screen.

Huo Qubing's eyes rarely showed a little boyishness.

Seeing it, Ji Dong felt a little pain in his heart.

He smiled and said, "General."

Ji Dong looked at the desolate desert in front of him, and his voice became a little softer.

"General, you will die in three years."

Ji Dong didn't say too many bells and whistles. He didn't need to cover up some facts.

Huo Qubing was taken aback for a moment, then blinked and looked at Ji Dong, as if he didn't believe what Ji Yi said.

When he heard this for a while, he seemed a little caught off guard.

He blinked and laughed twice.

"I, really will die in three years?"

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once asked him if he wanted to start a family.

He said: If the Huns are not destroyed, how can they be home.

He wants to destroy the Xiongnu, wants to become the patron saint of the great Han, and wants to achieve achievements like Bai Qi and Wang Jian.

But now someone actually told him that he would die in three years?
Huo Qubing, who was only 21 years old, couldn't understand it, and even couldn't accept it.

If he really died three years later, what about his great plans and ambitions?

Huo Qubing had a complicated expression, he couldn't accept it, but it seemed he had to accept it.

Looking at the silent Huo Qubing, Director Xu in front of the TV sighed silently.

"Although Huo Qubing is youthful, arrogant and mad, he must have great ambitions in his heart. With such great ambitions, he must feel uncomfortable when he is suddenly hit by the fact that he is about to die."

Director Li nodded.

"Who says it's not? Even if it's just an ordinary person who is suddenly declared to be dying, the mood must be very complicated. What's more, Huo Qubing is only 21 years old now."

Sun Hao took a sip of tea and sighed.

"Besides, he still asked this question himself, and it can be regarded as the number of years he has drawn for himself."

"Ji Yi, as always, likes to engage in such abusive things."

Sun Hao wiped away tears.

Every time he watches TV, he cries, and he almost loses all the face of the director.

Seeing Huo Qubing like this, the audience in the live broadcast felt a little uncomfortable.

"General Huo seems to be unable to accept it. Who can say otherwise? He must hope that he will become the patron saint of the big man and completely wipe out the Xiongnu."

"Hey, didn't Huo Qubing say that, the Xiongnu is not destroyed, why is it home? He probably already has a plan in his heart, and wants to completely wipe out the Huns."

"My ambition is still in front of me, but I am already dying. I am really helpless. Maybe this is fate."

"It's really too difficult. This question was asked by General Huo himself. It really abused me!!"

"I cried. Not long after the show started, I started to feel sad."

in the screen.

Ji Dong looked at Huo Qubing who was standing there, frowning at Huo Qubing in the distance.

He knew that the young man in front of him was struggling.

Huo Qubing took a long breath, then looked at Ji Dong, and he smiled.

There was a bit of helplessness and relief in the smile.

In his eyes is still the arrogance that belongs only to teenagers.

"Really."

He said, flicking a sword flower, and inserted the sword in his hand into his scabbard.

"Sir, it's only been three years since I went to the doctor."

"but!"

Huo Qubing held his own hand, his eyes sharply glanced towards the direction of the King's Court of the Huns.

"Three years is enough!"

Huo Qubing looked at Ji Dong, his eyes were full of arrogance.

"Sir, the Huns are still rampant in later generations."

"Mister said, I only have three years!"

"But Qubing also said just now that I will change this so-called doomed history!"

"Even if I really only have three years, I will definitely kill the Xiongnu in this desert!"

"I, Huo Qubing."

"Dedicated to destroying the Huns all my life, if I don't kill the Huns, God, how can I be accepted!"

Huo Qubing turned his head to look at Lin Yi, and pulled out an extremely willful smile.

"Going to get sick is not in God's hands."

"History can do nothing to me."

"God, what can I do!"