The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 3 I call you brother and you call me dad?
"You are so ignorant! You are just stabbing my ass!"

Meng Wu spat, took the lead, and looked very unhappy.

Since King Huiwen of Qin became king, the State of Qin officially rose.

There has been no banditry within fifty miles of Hangu Pass all year round, and there is not a single thief.

The cavalry walked along the road for two miles, came out of the narrow road, and then went east for more than a mile.

Meng Wu's expression moved slightly, his brows gathered into peaks, and he stopped his horse with his palms raised.

He heard faint sounds of fighting in the wind.

"Order to stop!"

The messenger conveyed the military order, and the 500 cavalry slowed down until they stopped. The whistling wind subsided, and some noise took the opportunity to surface.

In addition to the increasingly clear sounds of fighting, there was also the sound of metal and stone clashing with weapons.

"This guy is right. There is indeed an assassin..."

He whispered to himself, with mixed feelings.

Looking back at Master Cheng Jiao, their eyes happened to meet.

The young boy, who was too young and weak to ride alone, rode on the same horse with Lu Buwei, sitting in front of Lu Buwei, sandwiched between Lu Buwei's arms.

He raised the royal talisman, his eyes were fierce and unmatched.

“Does the royal family also have brotherhood?

"It's still a disguise. The thief is crying thief... We'll know later..."

Meng Wu gripped the reins tightly, turned the horse's head, faced the source of the sound, and growled.

"Speed!"

"Order them to march quickly!"

Five hundred riders moved from stillness to movement, their horse hooves rushing like rain.

It started out as a light drizzle, then suddenly turned to heavy rain, fist-sized hailstones fell continuously, and bursts of thunder shook the sky.

In less than a moment, a group of unarmored, masked men wearing green scarves and holding spears, halberds, and swords appeared at the end of the sight.

As the distance got closer, we could see these masked men forming a circle and attacking frantically.

The assassins at the outermost edge of the circle heard the sound of horse hooves getting louder and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the field of vision, twelve, thirty-four cavalrymen in armor were galloping towards them.

The light reflected from the armor was colder than the weapon in the assassin's hand.

Their faces were covered so that no changes could be seen, but the look in their eyes became increasingly fierce.

"It was the Hangu garrison soldiers. The news leaked out!"

"What are you afraid of? There are at most fifty of them. Kill them all at once. Just be careful of the crossbows!"

"I will lead a hundred men to meet the attack with shields!"

Faced with the Qin warriors who had become extremely famous after the Battle of Changping, these assassins were not afraid at all and even wanted to take the initiative to attack!

"Welcome a bird!"

The assassin leader, whose black robe was slightly bulging and seemed to be wearing inner armor, cursed and drew the sword from its sheath.

"They and their mothers only have eyes but no ears! Listen carefully!"

Although there were only a dozen or so riders within his field of vision, the sound of horse hooves that was getting louder and louder as they got closer told him clearly - the number of the attacking soldiers would never be fifty, but at least seven or eight fifty!
The assassins listened attentively, listening to the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground amid the noisy fighting.

After a moment, surprise and doubt appeared in their eyes.

"No less than four hundred!"

"You have to be over fifty to qualify! How can there be so many people?"

"Who is the commander of Hangu Pass? Do you want to rebel?"

The assassin leader, holding the sword in one hand, turned around and no longer paid attention to the attacking soldiers from Hangu.

"Zhao Ji and her son must die!"

He led the charge towards the Zhao convoy that had been under attack for a long time.

After just a few breaths, the white sword in his hand turned into a red sword, and a boneless scratch appeared on his right arm.

In a flash, most of the masked assassins' eyes turned red and they were filled with murderous intent!
They don't know what went wrong.

But they knew they didn't have much time.

They no longer cared about their lives and attacked desperately like trapped beasts knowing they were doomed.

The chest cavity was opened and Gok was stuck on the sternum.

The abdomen was cut and the intestines flowed out through the wound.

The assassins who attacked in turns, trying to slowly wear down the Zhao caravan, wanted to get to Zhao Ji and her son as quickly as possible, and would rather die than not advance further!
Exchange your life for time.

The encirclement quickly narrowed.

In the center of the encirclement was a high carriage drawn by four horses.

Si means four.

The emperor chariots six horses, and the princes chariots five horses.

Today the throne of the emperor is vacant.

Although the monarchs of various countries were called kings, they still drove five carriages when traveling.

The four-horse carriage was the highest standard carriage for the king.

In the front room, where the driver was sitting, Zhao Ji drew her bow and put an arrow on it.

One eye opened, one eye closed, and an arrow shot out.

Seven steps away.

An assassin's left eye exploded, black and red flew everywhere, he screamed and fell off his horse.

At the corner of the raised curtain, Ying Zheng, who only showed his little head, had a happy look on his face and praised:
"color!

"Mother is mighty!"

This was the twenty-first person his mother had shot.

Including this man, his mother was hit by nine arrows!
Zhao Ji picked up another arrow and put it on the bow, but she did not show any joy.

"These assassins wanted to kill my mother and me as quickly as possible, so they didn't even dodge the arrows!"

Her breathing was a little rapid, and sweat oozed from her smooth forehead. Her right arm, which was pulling the bowstring, was trembling slightly, and she could barely draw the bow to full length.

In just a short while, the nearest assassin was already six steps away from her, and one step closer!
The assassins were masked and she could only see their eyes.

Those eyes were filled with crazy murderous intent, a killing intent that disregarded life and death.

"Go to hell!"

Wear a cowhide finger guard and relax the index, middle and ring fingers that are holding the bowstring.

hum~
The sharp arrow broke through the air, murderous intent burst out, and the 22nd assassin was brought down.

Zhao Ji sighed, not daring to rest any longer, and reached out to grab the arrow.

There are still more than 200 assassins on horseback.

Catch the air.

Looking down, the brown wooden front room was empty.

The arrows are exhausted...

My heartstrings are broken.

"Qin Yiren! Even tigers and wolves do not eat their own cubs! You are not a human being, but a pig!" (Note 1)

She dropped her longbow, rushed into the carriage, hugged her nine-year-old son, and took a few more steps forward, ignoring the assassin.

"Have pity on my son!"

His face was filled with sorrow and tears were streaming down his face.

She saw no hope of survival and stopped resisting.

In the last moments of his life, he just wanted to spend more time with his only son.

Seeing his mother's reaction, Ying Zheng, knowing that his death was approaching, lost all his joy. He just praised his mother for hitting the target with nine arrows, but he cried out in sorrow:
"It was Zheng'er who implicated Mother!"

Thinking that his mother had gone to Qin for him and suffered this disaster, and that he had gone to Qin because of his biological father who had abandoned him since childhood, he gritted his teeth and said in hatred:
"He abandoned his wife and children! He is truly a traitor! He is not my father!"

He wanted to wipe away his mother's tears, but he couldn't.

The tears flowed slowly but continuously.

Ying Zheng's palms were wet and he clenched them tightly. Knowing that he was in a desperate situation, he was unwilling to give up.

He was only one step away and he would enter the territory of Qin.

Once he entered Hangu Pass, he would go from being a hostage in Zhao who was bullied by everyone to a prince of Qin, and no one would be able to bully them mother and son anymore...

The sounds of fighting became clearer and clearer, and he roared in a low voice, his voice like a jackal.

"If I am lucky enough to be saved today, I would like to regard the one who saved me as my father!"

The crossbow arrows flew like sickles, and the assassins fell to the ground like wheat.

Five hundred Hangu cavalrymen first cleared the way with Qin crossbows and fired eleven rounds in a row.

After eleven rounds of crossbow arrows, no assassin was left sitting upright on horseback.

Under the cover of the twelfth round of crossbows, the Hangu cavalry charged.

After a round of charge, there was no assassin left on horseback.

Meng Wu easily controlled the battlefield.

The war had just subsided, and he had not yet given his orders to his soldiers to capture prisoners and clean up the mess.

Young Master Cheng Jiao gave him orders with an anxious look on his face.

"protect me!"

It is important to confirm Qin Shihuang's safety, and it is equally important to confirm your own safety.

"promise."

Meng Wu, who seemed to be thinking about something, simply agreed, not paying attention to the prince's arrogant tone.

With Meng Wu's close protection, Ying Chengjiao stepped on flesh and blood and ran quickly to the front of the carriage drawn by four horses.

Two frightened maids, whose faces turned pale, stood on the left and right sides of the front room of the carriage, lifting the curtains with their hands, causing them to shake continuously.

A man and a woman stand in the room, the woman is absent.

Ever since he saw the man who was taller than him, Ying Chengqiu no longer had eyes for anyone else.

The upper body is a short jacket with narrow sleeves and the lower body is a long trouser with a closed crotch. It is a very typical Hu clothing and very different from that of the Qin people.

The eyebrows are not curved, but straight up, slanting like temples, which makes her look a little sharp.

His eyes were like those of a falcon, slightly red, as if tears had been flowing.

Nostrils twitched, mouth slightly open.

He has a heroic face, but an expression of hesitation.

[Is this Qin Shi Huang?]
Ying Chengjiao was also a little hesitant, and asked tentatively: "Ying Zheng?"

The young man in Hu clothing showed some emotion.

"Do you know me?"

Ying Chengjiao shouted excitedly: "Brother!"

Ying Zheng, who didn't know what the child in front of him was shouting, glanced at Meng Wu's face, then lowered his eyes to his mouth, waited for a moment, but no one uttered a word.

Walk out of the car and stand in the front room.

He looked somewhat reluctant, and saluted respectfully towards Ying Chengjiao with some difficulty.

"...Thank you for saving me, sir."

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and let out your slightly complicated emotions.

He opened his eyes again and bent down heavily, his movements clean and quick, without any force.

"I have no way to repay your kindness. If you don't abandon me, I am willing to be your foster father!"

"???"

Ying Chengjiao blinked.

[Let's talk about our own things. I call you brother and you call me dad?]
[It’s rare that Zheng Ge took the initiative to call me dad, no, talk. I can follow his words and make jokes to quickly eliminate the strangeness of meeting for the first time.]
[Brother Zheng, please don’t blame me. I am doing this for the sake of our brotherly friendship in the future. I am not trying to take advantage of you…]
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【Note 1: Jizhi: a boar that is left at someone else’s home for breeding.】

(End of this chapter)