Hanzhong
Righteous Army camp.
Hanzhong government office.
Sun Guotao, dressed in yellow military attire, paced back and forth in his office, his expression slightly agitated.
"Report!!"
Soon, a messenger was brought in.
"Commander, the Imperial Court's army of 120,000 men has arrived at Liucheng!"
"Understood, everyone leave."
Sun Guotao waved his hand, his face solemn.
"Yes!"
The door closed.
There was no one left in the office, and his expression instantly darkened. His eyes were filled with fatigue, resentment, pain, and struggle.
"Could it be that the fate of our Great Xia people has truly run out...?"
From a young age, he had resolved to revitalize the entire nation, starting from a cook and rising to the commander of an army. He thought the time was right and quickly called to arms, leading a revolutionary uprising.
He espoused the name of the National Salvation Army.
