The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 317: The one who killed the general! I worship the general! The reinforcements arrived and the rebel surrendered.
The arrival of King Zheng of Qin was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly igniting the morale of the imperial guards.

They risked their lives and burst out with 200% fighting spirit.

However, the good times did not last long.

In order to boost morale, King Zheng of Qin went to the front line and showed his face in front of the imperial guards.

The Imperial Guards saw it, the guards fighting with the Imperial Guards saw it, and Teng, who was commanding the guards, also saw it.

"Kill the tyrant! Kill him!" Teng's eyes were red, knowing that success or failure depended on this move, and he was trembling with excitement: "Whoever kills the King of Qin will be made a marquis and a general!"

He killed Meng Ao in order to prevent him from calling for generals.

Fan Yuqi killed Meng Tian and Meng Yi because he was afraid that these two young and successful generals would be able to stand on their own and block their attack together with Yang Duanhe.

In the final analysis, what he and Fan Yuqi did was to successfully assassinate the king.

Now that King Zheng of Qin is right in front of you, how can you not be excited?
Teng stepped on the blood and held Qin Jian to the front line. He was not the only one who knew the truth that when two brave men meet in a narrow road, the braver one wins.

The generals will fight for their lives and the soldiers will die. Who doesn't know that?
Chang'an Jun is not worth risking his life for, but King Zheng of Qin is.

If King Zheng of Qin had not died, neither he nor Fan Yuqi would have survived.

"Kill!" Teng led his personal soldiers to kill.

Risking one's life is actually a way to survive.

The guards, who had long lost their way of retreat, continued to attack one after another.

None of the guards thought that Teng, who had been promised a title of nobility and a general, was only a military general. They went crazy when they saw Teng personally going into battle and King Zheng of Qin appear in front of them.

This street, inhabited only by the nobles of the Qin State, was like a meat grinder, constantly devouring lives.

The main color tonight is not black, but blood red.

Suddenly, a touch of fiery red appeared in the blood-red.

Mi Huang has arrived.

The girl was wearing a fiery red cloak, like a phoenix with flames all around her body, and she led the remaining half of the imperial guards from the five palaces of Xianyang into the battlefield.

The girl did not know how to give orders, and did not know that it was better to cut off one of the enemy's fingers than to injure ten of them. She ordered the imperial guards to attack both Teng and Fan Yuqi.

This strategy is certainly not the best one, but it is good enough.

The difference in numbers not only completely makes up for the girl's shortcomings in command, but also far exceeds them.

The imperial guards were divided into two and attacked the guards from both sides.

Seeing that he was attacked from both sides, Fan Yuqi rushed forward with the Qin sword to break the formation. Teng even killed him until he was less than ten steps away from Qin Wangzheng, and he could clearly see the murderous intent in the eyes of this overly young king.

"Kill!" Teng's voice was hoarse and could not be heard far in the noisy front line.

He fought desperately, showing the same courage as the Chang'an Jun whom he had just mocked.

So he paid the same price.

A long spear pierced his lower abdomen, and the red tassel on the spear tip was dripping with blood.

He took advantage of the time when the armed guard drew his gun and chopped him down with his sword. The armed guard fell down, and the red tasseled gun with a red tassel on the gun tip remained in his body.

Before he could pull them out, the second red tasseled spear, the third red tasseled spear, the fourth red tasseled spear... his consciousness was scattered like a porcupine.

Before he died, he seemed to hear the king's words:
"The one who killed the general! I will pay my respects to you!"

This sentence sounds so familiar...

The army was defeated like a mountain.

Teng died, and the Northeastern rebels were quickly wiped out.

The pressure came to the southeastern rebels and to Fan Yuqi.

soon.

"God's will, God's will!" Fan Yuqi, with a face full of flesh, laughed miserably and shouted: "God did not help Prime Minister Lu! It's not my cowardice! It's not my fault for fighting!"

His face and body were covered in blood, like a ghost crawling out of the underworld.

He was full of blood and was showing off his courage as he had just scolded a certain scoundrel.

"Stop!" Yang Duanhe gave an order, and the imperial guards surrounded Fan Yuqi and the dozen or so remaining guards.

Yang Duanhe stood outside the circle, stared at Fan Yuqi deeply, and said in a deep voice:

"Lao Fan, go on your own."

As a fellow general, Yang Duanhe had a good relationship with Fan Yuqi both privately and in the court.

"We should look for you." Fan Yuqi laughed, swallowing someone's blood: "We should also look for you, Yang Duanhe."

Yang Duanhe remained silent for a moment, thinking in the sea of ​​blood and corpses what he would do if it was Fan Yuqi and Teng who came looking for him earlier.

"Then I will kill you and Teng with my own hands." Yang Duanhe's voice was colder than the wind.

Fan Yuqi's laughter gradually stopped, and he stared into Yang Duanhe's eyes with a playful look on his face.

Among the assassins who tried to kill that brat, weren’t there any of your men, Yang Duanhe?

When that brat visited the generals, didn't you, Yang Duanhe, not let him in?
Fan Yuqi thought about it and laughed again.

Holding the Qin sword.

Across the neck.

A sharp stroke.

Blood spurted out.

Strength drains away from the body rapidly, like a flood breaking through a dam.

By sheer force of will he lifted his finger and put it in his mouth and sucked it.

He drank the blood of countless enemies in his life, and finally wanted to taste his own blood.

He kept looking at Yang Duanhe and said nothing in the end.

The principle of giving a peach and returning a plum.

Although he is a rough man, he can't put it into words, but he understands it.

If Yang Duan and this birdman gave him face, how could he possibly stab Yang Duan and Qin Jian?

The end of the battlefield.

Veteran general Wang Ling led other generals to arrive.

They did not see the king, but only saw Chang'an Jun. They only learned that the king was fine from Chang'an Jun, whose face was bruised and swollen with blood.

Some generals insisted on seeing the king, but they stopped after being scolded by the veteran general Wang Ling.

"Please return home." Ying Chengjiao said to the Qin generals who had just arrived.

There are too many people...four or five times more than the number brought by Fan Yuqi and Teng combined.

The generals all looked unhappy. They just arrived and they were chased away? Who do you think you are?

They were cursing and talking nonsense, and the boy was abusing his mother.

The veteran Wang Ling stood opposite the young man and observed the traces of tears in the corners of the young man's eyes, and... there was a strong murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

The veteran looked behind the young man.

The imperial guards still had their weapons in their hands and their positions were very particular, so they could form a formation and kill the enemy in an instant.

"Your Majesty, I am fine. I will take my leave." Wang Ling bowed to Ying Chengjiao from behind, then said to the young man, "We will obey your order and return home now."

The young man nodded without saying a word.

This rude attitude aroused dissatisfaction among the generals. How should they treat the king?

"Everyone, go!" Wang Ling shouted.

Half of the generals in the General Square came and left in a hurry, and nearly two thousand people left in a mighty manner.

There was no sight of the generals, nor was there any sound of two thousand men leaving.

Ying Chengjiao's tense body suddenly softened and he fell to the ground, fainting.

A beautiful girl wearing a fiery red cloak, who was extremely conspicuous, looked at the crowd and took half a step, just half a step.

Her pride wouldn't allow her to take a full step.

An extremely beautiful woman took one step after another, each step faster than the last. Her iconic phoenix eyes were very similar to the eyes of the boy lying on the ground, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Ji Yaoyao held her beloved son in her arms and took a deep look at the fiery red in the crowd. The fiery red cape that couldn't be more eye-catching was the one she designed herself and had Yin Gong make for the girl.

The proud girl raised her head slightly and looked into the woman's eyes, not giving in at all.

What's that look? Angry?
What right do you have to be angry? It's not like she did anything wrong to Ying Chengjiao. She should be the one who should be angry!

The girl returned the angry look.

The girl, who had not seen many lives and deaths, could not accurately tell whether the expression in Shen Buhai's eyes was anger or murderous intent.

The girl didn't know that this was Madam Ji, who had always doted on her, given her gifts, and always said that the boy had no vision.

Every time he said he was looking for her, he was actually looking for her great-aunt.

The girl had no idea how her great-aunt would deal with the aftermath, and she had no idea that the beautiful woman, who seemed extremely gentle in her eyes, had guessed what her great-aunt was thinking.

The imperial guards separated from the left and right sides, and Meng Tian and Yang Duanhe, who had lost their arms, came from the left and right, surrounding King Zheng of Qin.

"Madam." Qin Wangzheng bowed his head and said respectfully, "Is my brother okay?"

"It's okay." Ji Yaoyao raised her head. The blood on her snow-white neck was extremely glaring. It was her son's blood.

King Zheng of Qin breathed a sigh of relief and squatted down:

"Ma'am, let me hold you."

The beautiful woman turned sideways to avoid it.

King Zheng of Qin frowned and looked inquiringly.

The beautiful woman smiled, her smile was complex, and her soft voice was like the gurgling of water:

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the "Shenzi" I taught you? I want Cheng Jiao to have some trouble now. Can you please let me and my son go?"

King Zheng of Qin was so angry that his blood boiled and his face showed hidden anger.

He tried hard to control himself and squeezed out a sound from between his teeth:
"Madam, you came earlier, didn't you? Didn't you see what I did? Didn't you see Cheng Jiao throw his sword at me, and I walked up to him without hesitation? Why is Madam, like my mother, unable to trust me and Cheng Jiao?"

Ji Yaoyao picked up her son and said in a slightly cold voice:

"I only know that if it weren't for the king, my son wouldn't be in this danger. Even if the king doesn't want to touch my son, the people around the king will do what the king wants."

"Who dares?" Qin Wangzheng growled, "I will exterminate all three clans!"

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to do your own thing. Our story as mother and son has ended, but yours has not." Ji Yaoyao held her son in her arms and walked towards the group of black-clad, unarmored Mozhe. "My son has made it this far. If we stop here tonight, then Your Majesty would be wasting the teachings of a group of teachers who are hundreds or thousands of times stronger than me."

Only one in ten Mohists who were not wearing armor survived, and there were heavy casualties.

The Qin Mo master Xiang Lifu and the Chu Mo master Deng Lingxue followed Ji Yaoyao on the left and right, escorting their morality.

Deng Ling, a great man of the State of Chu, did not learn to respect the king.

The nobles of Qin and the nobles who served as officials in Qin did not respect the king.

There was a murderous look in Yang Duanhe's eyes.

He had no good feelings towards these Mohists who were always breaking the law and prohibitions.

Traveling in the Qin State required a photo sticker, which was the earliest ID card.

Yang Duanhe didn't believe that the thieves' photos were legitimate.

Butt determines thinking.

The general wanted to keep all these Mohists who were obstacles to Qin's laws and who had just fought side by side with him here.

"Your Majesty," Yang Duanhe said bluntly, "Kill all these people and say they died at the hands of the rebels."

Most military generals speak like this, it's a tradition.

King Zheng of Qin was not angry, he just shook his head.

The king of Qin had different tolerance standards for civil officials and military generals.

Civil servants cannot be rude.

Military commanders are rude.

"Zhao Gao!" King Zheng of Qin shouted.

Zhao Gao, whose presence had been very weak tonight, appeared quietly, less than five steps away from King Zheng of Qin.

Zhao Gao was troubled all night.

He was closest to the King of Qin, and he had felt many times that if he suddenly attacked King Qin, he would die.

The assassination opportunities that Jiujun, Teng, and Fan Yuqi were desperately trying to get outside were simply countless for Zhao Gao.

Even now, he can.

Zhao Gao stared at Yang Duan and the bloody, unsheathed Qin sword on his waist, imagining in his mind how he would suddenly snatch the sword and chop off the head of the enemy who had killed his father and mother.

He single-handedly changed the world and made this most powerful country change three kings in one year!

"Send Meng Tian to the Imperial Medical Bureau, and send someone to call Li Yue first." Qin Shi Huang's order came, as a matter of course, in the same tone as always, giving orders to others.

"Yes." Before Zhao Gao's brain could react, his body had already responded respectfully.

King Zheng of Qin turned his back to Zhao Gao, completely defenseless, and examined Meng Tian's wound.

good chance!
Zhao Gao swallowed quietly, his body tensed up, wanting to move as fast as a rabbit and kill with one strike.

His calves began to tremble at this time, and he felt very weak.

A voice echoed in his mind.

This is the King of Qin! He is the Son of Heaven! How could you possibly kill him?

The majestic image of King Zheng of Qin in the past replayed in Zhao Gao's mind like a slide show. Zhao Gao wanted to move but did not dare to.

Yang Duanhe suddenly kicked Zhao Gao and cursed:
"Just do it when you hear it! Why are you standing there like a log? Get out!"

Zhao Gao, who was kicked to the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, nodded repeatedly, and crawled to ask someone to find the imperial physician Li Yue.

He was kicked down, so it was not the right time and the assassination would definitely fail.

At this moment, Zhao Gao was very grateful to Yang Duanhe in his heart, because it was Yang Duanhe who made the decision for him.

He gave orders in a haughty manner in front of the officials and issued royal decrees.

Soon, he took Meng Tian to the Imperial Medical Bureau.

On the way, he looked at Meng Tian's broken arm, feeling happy and wanting to laugh.

Let you look down on me!

Let you say that I am a lucky person!
He had seen Meng Tian's broken arm many times, and inadvertently thought of Meng Tian's future path as a military general, which reminded him of the current Qin general Yang Duanhe, and he felt hatred for him.

At that time, Meng Tian pushed him with his hand and his arm was broken.

Yang Duanhe kicked him just now, his leg must be broken! He waited and saw!
King Zheng of Qin sent his brother and Meng Tian away, and asked someone to collect Meng Yi's body and complete the finishing work.

"Can General Yang still fight?" he asked Yang Duanhe.

[Here it comes!] Yang Duanhe’s eyes lit up. This was the moment he had been waiting for!
"The king has ordered that we must fight even if we cannot!" The general laughed loudly, and the bloody smell shook the surroundings.

"Okay." King Zheng of Qin nodded heavily and looked towards the center of the palace.

There is not only the Zhonggong Palace in the direction of Zhonggong, but also Zhangtai Street. The largest government office on Zhangtai Street is called Xiangbang Mansion.

"Things have gotten so serious tonight. General Yang, please come with me to see my father." King Zheng of Qin took the tiger talisman from Mi Huang, nodded slightly to Xiong Qi and greeted him.

"See if these thieves have disturbed my father's rest..." King Zheng of Qin narrowed his eyes.

Yang Duanhe laughed wantonly and responded heavily:

"only!"

The dispute between king and prime minister, which has lasted for almost a year, will come to an end tonight in the hands of Yang Duanhe.

The king who has always been at a disadvantage will truly become the most powerful king in the world with the assistance of Yang Duanhe!

Become a marquis!

Confess the king!

Yang Duanhe's heart was filled with emotion whenever he thought about it. He protected Qin Shi Huang and went to the Prime Minister's Mansion surrounded by the imperial guards from the five palaces.

(End of this chapter)