Samuel Harris categorized the existing consultations, pondered for a long time before suddenly realizing, and finally understood what kind of era he had arrived in. At this time, the Han state had just been established not long ago, its national strength had not yet recovered, and due to the lack of warhorses, it was fundamentally unable to confront the northern Xiongnu, Wuhuan, Yushen, Xianbei, and other nomadic peoples. The strategy had always been one of passive defense.

"Emperor Jing? Emperor Jing of Han...?" Samuel Harris had just heard someone say that Emperor Jing was currently on the throne, and finally recalled something. He was stunned. "Have I arrived at the most critical era for the Han people?"

The soldier's blood in his veins began to boil, and he couldn't help but want to shout at the top of his lungs. As long as one was Han, no one would be unaware of how important this era was to the Han people. It was in this era that, under the leadership of Emperor Wu of Han, the Han people, who had restored their national strength since the founding of the state, drove the arrogant and powerful Xiongnu back three thousand li, resolved the crisis of national survival, and also conquered Nanyue and other states, expanding their territory to an immense extent!

It was also in this era that the Han people gained the confidence to stand at the pinnacle of world civilization! It was in this era that the great Han Empire, celebrated by later generations, was recognized by the world as a superpower, and the Huaxia people were henceforth referred to by the nomads with awe as the great and warlike Han people!

Samuel Harris was excited—he was completely overwhelmed with excitement!

"Ha—hahaha—hahaha!" He stomped his feet and waved his arms. "I’m here, I’m here!"

The soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked at Samuel Harris, who seemed like a madman, shouting and yelling, appearing somewhat at a loss from fright.

After laughing, Samuel Harris froze...

His heart suddenly felt sour, as if someone who had suffered grievances and had nowhere to vent suddenly found an outlet, and it all burst out at once.

The Han people of later generations suffered countless hardships. People sang, "The glory of the Han dynasty is no more, the splendor of the Tang is now empty," and lost their confidence. Even as a member of the elite paratroopers of the Republic, he had once lived in a daze. People had long lost their confidence, forced to accept cruel outcomes again and again. The descendants of the Han, after being ravaged by foreign peoples time and again, began to lose their national self-confidence...

How many years has it been? How many years have the Han people been in decline...

"Travelers far from home, do you know, we have a home called the motherland—she is the Dragon Empire of the Yan and Huang, the Han and Tang people!"

Every time they were bullied, who came to help?

"Arise! People who refuse to be slaves—"

Every time they were humiliated by foreign powers, why did it always take the brink of national extinction to understand the need to defend themselves!

Samuel Harris trembled as he scooped up the earth and sand: "I have come to witness the most glorious era of the Han people!"

The vast sky and thick earth, the setting sun like blood, under the banner of the great Han army...

"Warriors who founded the Dragon Empire—" Samuel Harris raised his head and roared, "The heroic spirits who died gloriously to defend the dignity of the nation—may you be immortal!!!"

The roar echoed through the clouds, startling all the animals—

The Han soldiers were stunned, the busy commoners were stunned, and James Howard, who ran out of the military tent upon hearing the wild roar, was also stunned. They watched as Samuel Harris knelt on the ground, hands raised to the sky, madly repeating the roar: "The heroic spirits who died gloriously to defend the dignity of the nation—may you be immortal!!!"—they were completely dumbfounded.

James Howard forgot that making a commotion in the military camp was a capital offense. He stood there, watching Samuel Harris shed a man's tears amid his furious roar, feeling a strange pang in his heart. He slowly walked over to Samuel Harris and patted his broad shoulder.

"Stop shouting, if the patrolling tunzhang hears you, then..."

Samuel Harris slowly stood up, collecting himself. "Sir, when can we fight the enemy?" After the excitement, a chilling calm always remained. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he was impatient.

"Soon, soon..." James Howard looked at the imposing Samuel Harris and smiled wryly. "If you keep shouting, the Xiongnu and Wuwan will come over. You young people are always impatient. If you want to avenge your fellow villagers, you must learn to endure, first get familiar with the Han army's system, learn how to lead troops. Don't get cut down by the barbarians as soon as you get on the battlefield."

James Howard said, "This time the Xiongnu came suddenly, and the Wuwan took advantage of the chaos. The border counties suffered heavy losses. To control the situation, the county commandant has already ordered us to pull back our lines, and our unit is to abandon the outpost and withdraw to the inner line for defense. Oh! Didn't I have Stephen Ward go tell you?"

The county commandant was the officer in charge of military affairs in a county, jointly responsible for all military and political matters with the county magistrate. The commandant was in charge of military affairs, mainly responsible for catching bandits and maintaining security within the territory, and had a certain degree of independence compared to the magistrate.

Samuel Harris smiled awkwardly. "I was also looking for Sergeant Ward, and didn't know the officer had already ordered a retreat." Now he finally understood why those busy soldiers and commoners were dismantling tents and pulling up stakes.

"I was wondering why there was no movement on your side." James Howard waved his hand kindly and said with a smile, "Go and order the men under your command to dismantle the tents and prepare to move out at night."

Samuel Harris replied "Yes" and turned to leave, seeming to hear James Howard sighing, "Finally, we can rest at the pavilion for a while." He had just been burning with the urge to fight, but now, having received the order to retreat, it was as if burning coals had been doused with cold water. He couldn't quite adjust and could only vent his frustration with a deep sigh.