The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 308 Anyone who stops me will die! I don't believe this guy will kill me!

Chapter 308 Anyone who stops me will die! I don't believe this guy will kill me!
The prestige of the veteran general Meng Ao was very high, so high that he could make a group of guards defect to him and willingly follow him just by showing off his reputation, without the tiger talisman or the royal order.

Teams of guards went from fighting with weapons in hand to putting away their weapons and following. The entire process was extremely smooth, as if it had been rehearsed.

The guards who were unwilling to follow the veteran general did not conflict with him and just watched him lead his colleagues past them.

Traveling against the current, retreating if not advancing.

To leave it alone is to indulge it.

The grandfather and grandson rode their horses at full speed, and saw a group of sharp-armored soldiers marching in formation from the side. Judging from their attire, it was clearly the attire of the palace's eunuchs.

The old general stood on his horse, holding his spear across the road.

Before the royal guards came close, someone shouted from afar:

"Who is blocking the road?"

"Meng Ao!" The old general shouted, his voice carrying far into the night: "The Imperial Guards are not allowed to leave the palace! Whose orders are you following! Lead the team and come out to answer!"

In a moment, a horse galloped a hundred steps ahead of the elite soldiers and stood just ten steps in front of the old general.

The knight on horseback wore a gilded helmet and held a spear that looked exactly like the old general's. He pointed it at the old general:

"We are following the king's orders! Lord Meng is blocking our way! What do you want to do? Get out of the way!"

The knight spoke very quickly, in a loud voice, with a questioning tone.

Behind him, a team of at least a thousand Langguan people showed no intention of stopping.

Judging from the situation, if the veteran still insists on blocking the way, he will kill him.

The old general raised his eyebrows and glared, cursing:
"You fool! How dare you talk to me like that? Sign up!"

"The General of the Xianyang Palace!" The knight twisted the spear in his hand slightly, his voice full of murderous intent: "Make way! I recognize Lord Meng, but I don't recognize this spear!"

In just a few words, the royal guards had advanced fifty steps!

The brothers Meng Tian and Meng Yi were afraid that something might happen to their grandfather, so they bent over, pulled the reins, and drove the horses forward, lagging behind their grandfather by one head.

Meng Ao was a veteran of the battlefield and could easily tell whether a person was pretending or really wanted to kill. He could tell at a glance that this guy named Zhang Jie was not just talking.

The veteran's eyes brushed against the right side of his helmet as he looked at the group of approaching officers, and this time he ran another twenty steps.

The old general has a rough face, but his mind is very delicate.

He was marching in a hurry to the Central Palace to support the king, but the direction in which the Northern Palace guards were marching was where the flares were set off.

If this was treason, we should have followed his lead and tried to kill the king.

In a hurry, he could not think too much, so he cut the Gordian knot and shouted:

"Give Way!"

Although Zhang Jie's face was stern, he felt relieved in his heart.

Although he acted tough in front of Meng Ao, he was actually very nervous.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

The Four Lords were so famous that even generals like Yang Duanhe, Fan Yuqi and Teng, who were in their prime, would tremble in fear when they met them, let alone him.

It would be best if there is no conflict.

The imperial guards passed quickly from the side.

After all the imperial guards had passed, he saluted with his gun:
"Thank you, Lord Meng!"

He crouched down, and was about to ride his horse to catch up with the team.

"Wait a minute, I have something to ask you!" Meng Ao stopped Zhang Jie and asked the question he had not had time to think about: "Since you are Wang Ling, do you have the tiger talisman?"

Zhang Jie responded, took out a complete tiger talisman from his arms and held it high above his head.

Meng Ao took a quick glance, but it was not clear in the night and he could only make out an outline.

Turning his head, he said to his eldest grandson:

"Drop the gun! Go check the tiger talisman!"

"Yes!" Meng Tian didn't understand why he threw away the gun, and didn't ask. He threw the gun again and rode forward.

Zhang Jie's expression relaxed a lot, and his trust in the veteran increased even more.

He did not give the tiger talisman to Meng Ao because he was afraid that Meng Ao would kill him and snatch the tiger talisman to command the Beigong guards.

Meng Ao also thought of this, so he ordered his grandson to throw the gun forward to verify.

"I agree with you." Zhang Jie's words were no longer so angry, and he held the tiger talisman in front of Meng Tian.

Meng Tian had never seen the Beigong Tiger Tally, but the appearance of the tiger talismans were almost the same, the only difference was the handwriting.

Meng Tian read the words carefully and paused for a moment on the three words "Xianyang Palace".

He turned his horse back and nodded heavily to his father:

"The inspection is correct."

Meng Ao said "hmm", and quickly established basic trust with Zhang Jie in this chaotic situation, and asked Wang Ling.

The chapters are not hidden either.

The old general knew that the king was not in the central palace but had gone to the Bai family, and had mobilized half of the troops in the five palaces, so he felt very relieved.

The five palaces in Xianyang are still in the hands of the king, and things are going much better than he imagined.

Looking at the guards behind him calmly, the old general knew what was going on. This was the only variable.

"Zhang Jie, I will remember you." Meng Ao laughed and scolded, "You are quite courageous, get lost!"

Chapter clasped his fists and bowed on horseback:

"I was in a hurry at the moment, please forgive me if I have offended you. Now that the matter is over, if Jie is still alive, I will come to apologize to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clamped his legs around the horse's belly, pulled the reins and shouted "Gee", then ran past Meng Ao to chase the guards.

The veteran watched the chapter fade away, his face returning to a cold expression:

"Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi."

"Here!" the two brothers responded in unison.

"You two lead your family members and follow behind the General of the Central Army to clear the obstacles for the Imperial Guards. If you can't clear them, then use human lives to hold them back!"

"only!"

The two brothers shouted and led the servants to chase after Zhang Jie's back.

Meng Ao glanced at the remaining guards and glared at them:
"The front team becomes the back team! The back team becomes the front team! Follow me!"

The old general turned his horse around and headed back the way he came instead of heading for the central palace.

The veteran slowed down his horse's pace.

The guards followed the order to change their formation and followed the veteran general.

White House.

In the sixth courtyard, almost all members of the Bai family’s residence are here.

Bai Fan was exhausted both physically and mentally, his head ached as if it was about to explode, but he held on and refused to fall down.

He commanded his retainers, servants, and slaves to use the high walls to defend the city, and ordered all the women and children who only knew how to cry and affect the morale of the army to get out of the house.

His face looked calm, but he glanced behind him from time to time, with despair rising in his heart.

They have no way out, the Sixth Courtyard is the Bai family's last hope.

This hope is extremely slim.

The seventh courtyard was broken into from the outside, and the women and children fled to the sixth courtyard.

We can't even resist an attack from one side, how can we possibly defend ourselves from an attack from two sides?

There were shadowy figures and screams.

The Bai family's retainers kept falling from the high wall, like dumplings being dropped into the ground, and after falling down they almost never got up again.

It wasn't a fall.

Rather, their throats were slit, their hearts were stabbed, or they were so seriously injured that they could not hold on and fell.

Now, there are not only guests, slaves, and retainers on the high walls, but even the Bai family’s own people have climbed up there.

"Why hasn't anyone come yet! Why hasn't anyone come yet! Are you all deaf?" Bai Fan cursed in a low voice and shouted loudly: "Those who fight to the death will be freed from slavery! A reward of one thousand gold coins will be given to the living! The family of the dead will be rewarded with two thousand gold coins! The Bai family will support your family for three generations!" With the heavy reward, brave men emerged one after another.

On the high wall, the defense line that was about to be broken was held on again. Two Mohists who were about to cross over with swords in hand were rushed out by two retainers of the Bai family and stopped them with their lives.

Outside the high wall, Ying Chengjiao and Gai Nie each stabbed to death the Bai family's retainers who fell out with a sword.

The two men's sword moves are highly similar, both taking a light approach, with the sword body reflecting the moonlight.

The silver light under the moon seems like dancing but not fighting.

"Young Master, let Nie come." Gai Nie's eyes were sharp, and his invisible shadow was trembling.

Five years ago, among the famous swords in the world, Chengying ranked tenth.

The latest ranking of famous swords in the world, Chengying ranks third!

Did the Qin people know about the Sword Saint of Zhao?
"No." Ying Chengjiao flatly refused.

Gai Nie cast a puzzled look at him. Why? Why didn't he join the battle?

Ying Chengjiao, who regretted for the eighth time not having everyone wear armor, did not give any explanation. He would never say, "If you leave, who will protect me?"

Gai Nie did not wait for an explanation, nor did he ask. The young master had his own reasons.

He looked at the wall angrily, sheathed his sword, and gave up.

Deng Lingxue and Xiang Lifu stood together with Ying Chengjiao and did not step forward.

It was not that the two of them were afraid of death, but Yingzi told them that if they died, the consequences would be very serious. If the students of Dengling died, the Mohists of Chu would definitely come to Qin to seek revenge. If Xiangli Gong died, the "steam engine" would never be built again, so they were not allowed to go.

The two of them said nothing and did not move.

Ying Chengjiao thought he had convinced the two of them, but in fact it was not the case.

Both of these great men are great scholars, so it is impossible that they cannot come up with even a word of rebuttal.

What really made the two giants behave like this was the last sentence Ying Chengjiao added: "You are not allowed to go."

Don’t go, that’s an order.

Mohism is a highly militarized organization, and orders from above must be implemented.

The moment Deng Lingxue and Xiang Lifu followed Ying Chengjiao into the Bai family and started killing people, they lost the morality they had always upheld - is there not a single innocent person in the Bai family?

Now, the moral principle in the hearts of the two men is Ying Chengjiao, Ying Chengjiao’s grand plan, and the grand plan that they can see with their own eyes is taking place.

Until Ying Chengjiao does anything that goes against the grand plan, and until God gives clear instructions, they will completely obey Ying Zi's orders.

They believed that Ying Zi was a messenger from heaven, and this had been personally confirmed by Tan Tianyan, who knew heaven best.

The seven steps behind Ying Chengjiao was an absolutely safe zone, with Ji Yaoyao and Han Fei standing side by side.

"One man, fights. Ten men, no one can defeat me." Han Fei's eyes reflected the fierce attack and defense, and he spoke word by word.

He didn't finish his words, but he believed that his cousin would understand.

"My son will definitely be able to take it down. It's just a matter of time." Ji Yaoyao retorted.

Han Fei looked at Yaoyao intently, his face full of confusion.

What's the point of changing the wording if the problem is not solved?
Han Fei, who had no children, could not understand Ji Yaoyao's protectiveness for her son.

"The fun is about to begin, don't worry, brother."

[Good show? What about the previous one?] Han Fei's eyes rolled and his pupils contracted.

He suddenly realized that he might be wrong.

What the cousin wants to show is not her son Ying Chengjiao, or rather, not only her son Ying Chengjiao!
"King?" Han Fei uttered the word with great difficulty.

"With Shang Yang, how can there be no Qin Xiaogong?" Ji Yaoyao raised the corners of her lips: "I once said that I would take my son away from Qin, but he didn't want to. Since he doesn't want to leave, as a mother, of course I have to let him stay."

"A... yes, you." Han Fei's speech problem seemed to have recurred.

"It's harder to move when wearing armor, isn't it?" Amidst a pile of corpses, Ji Yaoyao, who suggested her son not to wear armor, smiled brightly as she stepped on the soil moistened by who knows whose blood.

On the night of stalemate, loud thunders streaked across the sky and struck the Bai family.

"The king is here! Don't kill me if you throw down your weapons!"

"The king is here! Don't kill me if you throw down your weapons!"

"The king is here! Don't kill me if you throw down your weapons!"

"..."

Ying Chengjiao's face flashed with embarrassment, and then he took a long breath:

"If you two masters believe in me, don't abandon your weapons and just recall the Mozhe."

On one side is the king, on the other side is the messenger of heaven.

Deng Lingxue and Xiang Lifu each took out an object shaped like a whistle, put it to their mouths, and blew it hard.

Two sharp calls of unknown birds were heard.

Flying back and forth, the Mohists attacked fiercely like tired birds returning to their nests, returning to the two giants from all directions.

The hammers they used to smash iron were stained with human blood, and the iron rulers they used to measure the length of wooden tools were glowing red.

King Zheng of Qin was terrified and angry as he traveled along the way.

Corpses, corpses, and more corpses!

I don’t know which step will lead to the sticky feeling, and I don’t know whether it is blood that the soil has not had time to absorb or human tissue fragments.

This is not a simple assassination, nor a symbolic attack, but the annihilation of an entire family!

The bloody smell in his nose even covered the cold air, choking Qin Wang Zheng so much that his breathing became slightly sweet.

Even though he had a strong mind and had experienced hardships in his childhood, he was still moved by such a tragic scene.

The top nobles were so miserable, even worse than the beggars in Handan who were teased by the princes of Zhao State.

King Zheng of Qin had never even thought about meeting her, let alone meeting her.

He wanted to take back power from the nobles, but he never realized that he would have to go to the extent of annihilating the entire family.

King Zheng of Qin walked faster and faster, with palace attendants holding torches on both sides of him.

The flames keep moving forward, the light keeps advancing, and the darkness keeps retreating.

The pond, rockery, and willow branches all revealed their true colors, eliminating the weird atmosphere. However, the atmosphere of horror was intensified by the broken limbs and bright or dark blood red everywhere.

King Zheng of Qin turned a deaf ear to all this and felt nothing.

Under the protection of his imperial guards, he chased the retreating Mohists and Ying Chengjiao's followers forward and forward.

After crossing five courtyards, King Zheng of Qin finally saw his younger brother whom he had been looking for for a day.

"What a good thing this brat has done!" He cursed and continued to move forward.

With a "swish" sound, a Qin sword was inserted into the ground one foot away from him three steps away, and the hilt of the sword trembled slightly.

With such force, if it were inserted into a person's body, it would definitely be a transparent piece, and if it pierces a vital point, the person would die.

King Zheng of Qin paused unconsciously.

"Protect the king!" The palace guards quickly followed and protected him in the center, with the Qin swords in their hands pointing outward.

Amidst the heavy protection, Qin Wang Zheng's body trembled as he watched his brother throw the sword with great force and listened to his brother's voice full of regret:
"Damn it! It's crooked!"

All the eunuchs looked at Ying Chengjiao with hatred, what a daring rebel!
They tensed their bodies, ready to rush forward and chop down these rebels at the king's command!
"Get out of here!" King Zheng of Qin shouted.

The officials were silent.

The king has given an order, and we must obey it.

They slowly retreated to both sides, and King Zheng of Qin walked out step by step from the middle of the aisle.

He walked out of the protective circle and continued forward, and forward again.

"Your Majesty!" The General of the Central Palace called out urgently and reached out to pull the king.

"Anyone who stops me will die!" There was a look of sadness in King Zheng of Qin's eyes. He swung his arm to block the attack and took two steps to the Qin sword thrown by Ying Chengjiao.

He looked into his brother's eyes, pulled out the Qin sword with great effort, and walked while holding the Qin sword that nearly killed him at an angle:
"I don't believe this guy will kill me!"

[I won’t believe it even if I die…I won’t believe it even if I die!]
(End of this chapter)

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