From General to Gladiator

Rating: 7/10 (7 April 2020)

Blood splattered, conquered ... He who has steered the horse Yu Juan has seen too much.
The praise of the king and the admiration of everyone are nothing but pride that a general can enjoy. He no longer needs more honors, and when the empire is boundless, prosperous and prosperous, and no longer needs to fight around, his heroes are dimmed, and his former achievements seem to be gradually fading...
At this time he was tired of killing, his thick bushes had added a little silver hair, his hands that had gripped the handle of the sword had become numb, his prestige had made the sword's majesty gradually weakened, and at this moment, he just wanted to go home. It's not that he has forgotten the blood he threw for the empire, or he wants to leave the last time to his family.
Disarming and returning to the field is not the erformance of the hero MuChi, but his last wish for the empire.
When he embarked on his way home and was no longer s journey, when he waved a hoe and was no longer a sharp blade, when his fugue gradually become blurred, when his wife and children who watched the distance, vaguely become clear he knew he would to go home and be reunited with his family, it was just that the responsibility on his shoulders was too heavy for him to take off his armor completely.
He firmly believes that the duty is easier to clean than blood, but he discards the merits but picks up the warmth
When he stroked the golden Mai Lang with that big, thick hand, when he had already completed the mission if the final republic with the responsibility
To the empire, when he fell in the arena with guilt for his family.