The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 314 I'm in trouble again. Someone wants to die.

Meng Ao punched Wang Ling in the chest:
"Stealing credit and not admitting it!

“This achievement can be shared with you. I, Meng Ao, am not a stingy person, but you, an old bird, must remember this.

"If my children and grandchildren are in trouble in the future, you have to help them."

Wang Ling looked tough on the outside, but he knew he was not right, so he said:

"I think among all the people in this General Square, only your Meng family may be able to transform from an outsider into an old Qin noble family and become an aristocratic family.

"As long as you are alive, what can happen to your family? Even if both Wang He and I fail, your family will not fail."

Meng Ao tightened his arms, and his veiny palms tightly grasped Wang Ling's shoulder armor, his old face displeased:

"What a lot of bullshit! Just say whether you agree or not!"

"That's what you say!" Wang Ling acted as if he was being forced.

Meng Ao laughed loudly, his laughter shook the earth, and rode his horse eastward.

Wang Ling listened to the clatter of horse hooves and squinted his eyes at the figure that was getting farther and farther away.

He nodded silently, his gray beard trembling slightly in the cold wind.

In this matter, he still got the advantage, a big advantage.

As long as Meng Ao is around, the Meng family will never be in trouble and they will never need Wang Ling's help.

With a light sigh, the old general prepared himself and led his group westward.

While marching quickly, the old general thought that if he learned to command and send away the soldiers one by one like Meng Ao, then wouldn't he, Wang Ling, become Meng Ao's deputy general?

After the matter is over and the king investigates, he will definitely attribute the merit to him as a second-rate person who followed Meng Ao.

No, you can't do this.

Wang Ling came up with a plan. Relying on his seniority and high prestige, every time he defeated a general's family, his team would grow a little bit stronger - the old man wanted to take half of the generals in the Generals' Square to serve the king!
If I can command the guards without the tiger talisman, the king may be suspicious of me. But I will not be suspected of commanding the generals, right? The generals do not have the ability to overthrow the king's power.

Let the guys called by Meng Ao to collect the scattered soldiers on the street. Wang Ling only wants generals but not soldiers!
On the other hand, Meng Ao was unaware of Wang Ling's actions and was still acting according to the original plan.

The biggest uncertainty at the moment is the guards. If he wants to save the king, he must deal with the guards.

If he mobilizes the guards alone without the tiger talisman, it might make the king suspicious, so he should get more people!

When power is shared, danger is evenly distributed.

He must save the king and protect his family.

Calling out Yang Duanhe with the same words, the old general went to the next general's family - the Teng family.

Teng is a name, not a clan name. The untouchables have a name but no clan name.

Among all the Qin generals, only Teng rose from the grassroots and rose to the top through military merit.

What matters to military generals is their military achievements.

Teng, whose parents were both farmers, was looked down upon by the old Qin nobles because of his humble origins.

Also because of his humble origins, Qin's generals all looked up to Teng, and the same was true for Meng Ao, Wang He, and Wang Ling.

Because as military generals themselves, they knew how much military merit it took to get to this point from the bottom, how difficult it was, and how much luck one needed.

No one can deny Teng's luck, but what is even more undeniable than his luck is Teng's strength.

The only thing to laugh at is Teng, he can’t beat a civil servant.

Two years ago, in the front hall of Zhangtai Palace, Teng fought with Lu Buwei and was defeated, which still makes the generals laugh at him.

"Teng!" the old general Meng Ao shouted, his voice echoing in the empty streets: "You kid are going to help the king too?"

After saying this, the veteran who always said this laughed and felt a little ashamed for the first time.

The military generals used political tactics.

Bai Qi's other generals looked down on him, and Meng Ao himself was embarrassed.

"Mr. Meng!" Teng bowed respectfully, walked over quickly, and asked as he walked, "What's the situation outside?"

Seeing Teng coming towards him, Meng Ao also jumped off his horse, his knees making a slight cracking sound when he landed.

Given his qualifications and military achievements, it was no big deal for him to talk to Teng while sitting on a horse. He dismounted out of respect for Teng.

The warhorse snorted uneasily, and Meng Ao explained:

"You can hear the sound of the arrows. The king has already taken the eunuchs and the guards away..."

The gatekeepers were the soldiers stationed at the palace gates, and they were given this title because they guarded the gates.

The veteran spoke rapidly, as if he was giving orders on a battlefield, and only said what was necessary.

Teng had the Qin sword on his waist and was wearing leather armor that was more convenient for movement than iron armor.

The scabbard shone coldly in the moonlight. He walked with a gust of wind, faster than the old general's words.

He had a determined look on his face, tilted his ear slightly as if listening attentively, and walked up to the veteran with a few big strides.

The veteran had no doubts.

Exploring the battlefield is a natural thing for all generals to do.

"...That's it. You go and serve the king." After saying this, Meng Ao put his hands on the saddle and was about to mount the horse. His old body looked a little clumsy.

There were no stirrups at that time, so getting on a horse was difficult and required great strength.

"Mr. Meng, go slower." Teng moved closer and stretched out his arm, as if to help Meng Ao onto the horse.

Meng Ao nodded and did not refuse Teng's kindness. It would be much easier to climb up with someone's support than to climb up on his own. He was really old.

Qin's sword was unsheathed and fell on his head!

The veteran's eyes widened when he heard the sound of the sword being drawn. The nerves that had fought on the battlefield for a lifetime instantly sent a danger signal to his brain!
When the brain issued commands to the body, Qin Jian fell down, and the blade cut through the air with a sharp whistle!
Falling on the head.

The head should fall.

A stream of blood from his neck spurted up into the sky, splashing onto the horse's back with white steam. The scalded warhorse kicked and stomped its feet restlessly on the spot.

When facing life and death, most of the time your brain is not enough to react and you have to rely on your body's instinctive reaction.

Meng Ao is too old.

I’m so old that my body has lost the instincts I’ve developed over a lifetime.

Teng grabbed the veteran's hair, lifted the veteran's head, and mounted the veteran's warhorse.

Under the horrified gaze of the guards, he rode his horse, held Meng Ao's head high, and shouted:
"The villain Meng Ao has been killed! Do you want to accompany this old villain?"

The guards were at a loss and looked at each other in confusion.

I met too many people and too many things tonight.

The order of Prime Minister Lu, the order of the king, and the order of Duke Meng.

There are thieves on the street, Prime Minister Lu is a thief, and Duke Meng is a thief.

Now, Duke Meng, who had been in charge of them, is dead at the hands of Lord Teng. What should they do next?

He obeyed the order from the Prime Minister Wang and continued to patrol the streets.

We still have to avenge Duke Meng.

Or maybe... The guards cast inquiring eyes at the six centurions, and everyone's expression was uncertain under the firelight.

There is no leader of 250 soldiers among the guards, only 100 soldiers at most.

Because the guards were not sent to die on the battlefield, but to maintain the security of Xianyang.

The security team does not need as many as 500 people.

Commanding five hundred armored soldiers in Xianyang City can only mean rebellion and suppression of the rebellion.

The six centurions are the highest-ranking officers in this team of a thousand men, and it is obvious that they have to make the decision at this time.

The two generals were ready to fight for Lord Meng, and the Qin sword was already unsheathed! They had followed Meng Ao to the battlefield and were soldiers under Meng Ao.

The remaining four generals who had never served under Meng Ao were hesitant to put it nicely, but the reality was that they were confused and at a loss as to what to do.

This matter is too big, they have never decided on such a big thing.

Teng made the decision for the six people.

The farmer's son held high in one hand the head of Qin's veteran general Meng Ao - Meng Ao's lifeless eyes stared at the guards, and blood was gushing from his broken neck.

With his other hand, he reached into the drum at his waist and pulled out half of a tiger talisman - the Xianyang tiger talisman. The Xianyang tiger talisman was in good condition and could command the Xianyang guards.

Teng is only half a piece, but it seems like a whole piece.

He held the joint of the Xianyang tiger talisman and lightly kicked the horse's belly, causing the warhorse to slow down.

Teng showed the complete half-tiger talisman and the entire head of Meng Ao to the guards:
"Here is the tiger talisman! Guards, listen to my orders!"

The tiger talismans are separated from beginning to end, and only one side is considered complete.

The buckle was tight and it was dark, so at a glance one could only make out the shape of a tiger.

"If you say so, then so be it!"

"Bring it to me and see!"

Two generals who were once Meng Ao's subordinates pushed through the crowd, their armors colliding with a loud noise. They rushed to the front, the fire burning in their eyes was more vigorous than the torches, and they demanded the tiger talisman with swords.

Teng's expression turned cold, and a cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

There was a sound of "swoosh" breaking through the air, and seven or eight cold arrows were shot and killed the two generals on the spot.

"Here is the tiger talisman. Anyone who disobeys my orders is a traitor!" Teng shouted loudly, his voice shaking the tiles of the nearby roofs.

In a moment, the night wind swept through the street with the smell of blood. A headless corpse and two headed corpses were found in Jiangjunfang, Hengjie. There was no distinction between the dead.

The warhorse ridden by Meng Ao carried Teng, and the guards summoned by Meng Ao followed Teng.

Dark clouds cover the moon.

Dark clouds are coming over the top.

A huge group of people arrived at the gate of Fan’s house, and the torches made the dark door look like the gate of hell.

The door of Fan's house opened automatically.

Teng lightly threw Meng Ao's head in front of Fan Yuqi who opened the door.

The head rolled on the ground, leaving a shocking bloodstain, and blood splattered all over the ground, with blood drops splattering onto Fan Yuqi's combat boots.

"Just as Prime Minister Lu expected, the old thief really came looking for me, and he found me first." Teng said with a sneer.

"I'll ask you to be the first to succeed." Fan Yuqi kicked the head away and smiled grimly: "Let's go, let's go to the king!"

Another gust of night wind blew by, and the horse's hooves faded away.

All that was left was Meng Ao's head rolling against the wall of the Fan family.

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Bai family battlefield.

Ying Chengjiao descended from the sky, and the tips of the spears flashing with cold light pierced into his eyes but could not pierce his courage.

He had no thoughts about life or death, he just wanted to chop off Fan Yuqi's dog head!
The young man was quick, and the Fan family members reacted quickly, but Yang Duanhe, who was also a general, was not slow either!
As early as when Meng Tian was pulled back, Yang Duanhe ordered those with swords to go first and those with spears to move forward.

It is true that the young man came later than the others, but he was only a little bit ahead.

Before the young man fell, the Yang family and the Fan family had already engaged in close combat!

The Fan family members thrust their spears at the Yang family members, and the spear formation against Ying Chengjiao collapsed without them even noticing, with only three or two spears remaining.

The Sword Master was furious after saving the man but not completely. He was angry at Fan Yuqi's mean behavior and blamed himself for not fulfilling his responsibility to protect him.

The blood-stained robe, no longer restrained, brushed against the tip of the spear and the shaft of the gun. The sword master stabbed three times without any scruples, as if a dragonfly skimming the water.

The three men who were still holding their guns toward the sky instinctively poked their guns back.

With spears against swords, three against one, everyone's hands felt numb and they almost couldn't hold the spears.

The young man, no longer in danger, took advantage of the momentum of falling and slashed down with his sword, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and actually cut the man in half at the waist.

"You bastard! Get back here! This is a war!" Yang Duanhe cursed, not caring about anything else in such a hurry.

He has seen a lot of bravery from common people, but it's of no use!

The boy turned a deaf ear and rushed forward.

Four or five retainers who had received orders from Yang Duanhe in advance stopped the young man and dragged him back to his master.

"Get out!" The young man struggled and rushed forward with red eyes.

Yang Duanhe slapped the young man in the face. Even the sound of fighting on the battlefield could not cover up the sound of the slap.

One slap was not enough, Yang Duanhe slapped him again with his backhand, and the sound was still crisp.

Blood was oozing from the corners of the boy's mouth.

These two slaps were not just fake moves that made loud noises but had no power. Yang Duanhe used a lot of force.

"Get behind!" Yang Duanhe kicked the young man in the abdomen, sending him flying two feet.

The young man fell to the ground, surrounded by soldiers in front, behind, and on both sides. The noisy and chaotic sounds turned into a mess in his mind.

The pot of porridge was bubbling in his mind. White steam filled his head, making him feel dazed.

He saw Yang Duanhe shouting "form a battle line" at the top of his lungs, saw Gai Nie's blood-stained clothes torn into pieces, and saw one soldier after another go up and never come back.

This is war...

This is war!

Yang Duanhe, Fan Yuqi and Teng, the three most capable generals of the Qin State at that time, fought together, presenting a scene completely different from that of Zhang Jie and Peng Fei.

Interspersing, holding up shields, covering with swords and guns... Gai Nie wanted to rely on his swordsmanship to rush into the enemy camp and stir up trouble, just like he did just now.

The spear pierced a hole in his leg, and Qin Jian struck him in the chest, almost splitting him in half.

If Yang Duanhe had not paid a quick attention and ordered his subordinates to attack in time, the Sword Master would have died here today.

The blood-stained shirt that was originally stained with other people's blood, now at least half of it was Gai Nie's own blood...

"Young Master." Gai Nie, who was taken to the back, helped his master up with great effort, his voice trembling: "Forget all the sword moves taught by Nie..."

The sword master, who had experienced the life and death situation, was disheartened.

No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is or how gorgeous the sword moves are, they are all useless on this battlefield!

A chop, a stab, and a cut.

Everyone only has the simplest moves. If you hit someone, you die. If you miss someone, you live!

The sword-picking trick is used to confuse people, and the sword's reflection is used to dazzle the eyes. It is not known whether this trick can kill people, but the person who uses it will definitely die.

I will use three or five Qin swords to chop your head, stab your chest, and cut you in half. No matter where you stab, I will kill you!
Ying Chengjiao did not respond.

He didn't care about Gai Nie's emotions and just watched everything in front of him numbly.

variable.

He did change history.

The scene of him killing the entire Bai family had never happened in history, but did his commander, who he always thought would never guess it, really not guess it?

He is the variable.

Changed, huh?

He believed that his teacher would never rebel, but what was the result?

The thief's reaction was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment idea, it must have been planned in advance.

Meng Yi died and Meng Tian lost his arm.

The boy couldn't see where this war he had started would eventually lead to.

He was so tired and almost wanted to die.

"Qiao'er." A pair of jade hands caressed Ying Chengqiao's swollen cheeks with heartache.

"Mother..." Ying Chengjiao raised his head and called in a low voice.

Ji Yaoyao held her son in her arms and wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief:
"Mother is here. It's okay, it's okay..."

"Mother, the commander really rebelled, he really rebelled..." The young man murmured in a low voice, as if talking in his sleep: "Meng Tian's arm was broken, Meng Yi is dead, Meng Gong may also be dead, I'm in trouble again..."

"It's not my son's fault." Ji Yaoyao held her son in her arms, her face stained with blood, and said sternly, "Someone wanted to die."

(End of this chapter)