Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 611 Death, a separate page in the family genealogy. Life, wealth and glory, titles and honors for wives and children.
The drill ground was completely silent.

All eyes were fixed on the large character "Qin".

Although most of them were illiterate ordinary people, they still recognized this character.

Feng Jilin slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the seated soldiers.

Although these soldiers were wearing brand-new battle robes and had their hair styled like those of ordinary soldiers, their eyes still looked like those of ordinary people.

They sat upright, but lacked any martial spirit.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Jilin's voice rang out: "I know that you all came to enlist in the army for a full meal and to earn a few acres of meager land."

These words made many people quietly shrink back.

Indeed, they were drawn to become soldiers by the prospect of having meat to eat and earning a few acres of meager land.

“Eating and earning a salary, that’s not shameful.” Feng Jilin looked at everyone with a solemn expression: “Given the strictness of Qingyang Marquis’s military discipline, most of you can only manage to get a meal and a few acres of meager land. You don’t even have the qualifications to put on armor and go to the battlefield.”

Just trying to make a living.

Although everyone thought this way, they were too embarrassed to say it out loud.

When Feng Jilin spoke his mind, most people remained silent and lowered their heads.

"Gentlemen, even though I know that most of you are not qualified to become armored soldiers, Marquis Qingyang still makes sure you are well-fed, pays your wages, and trains you. He even sent us across the heavens from Qingtian Continent, hundreds of millions of miles away, to teach you to read and write. Do you know why?"

Feng Jilin's voice echoed across the drill ground, causing the soldiers to raise their heads.

Their expressions showed a greater sense of bewilderment and confusion.

They truly had no idea why the Marquis of Qingyang would treat them this way.

Not only them, but even many veterans and generals standing outside the training ground turned their heads slightly to look at Zhang Yuan, who was standing not far away.

Zhang Yuan looked calmly at Feng Jilin in the training ground.

Feng Jilin clenched his fist, his expression solemn.

"Because Marquis Qingyang knows that you, who have trained in martial arts and read books in the army, can no longer be the same villagers who only wanted to earn a few acres of meager land!"

“In the past, learning martial arts and studying were things you would never have dared to dream of in your entire lives.”

"But now, right here in the army, you can practice the martial arts of Qin and read poetry and literature."

Even if you eventually have to leave, are you content? Are you content that your descendants will remain just ordinary villagers?

Feng Jilin's voice was already screaming.

"After a period of rigorous training, we will don armor and wield weapons to protect the Great Qin."

"Death is recorded on a separate page of the family tree."

"Born into wealth and honor, with a noble wife and children."

"Are you willing to fight, to fight so that you'll never regret joining the Qin Dynasty—"

A surge of golden, majestic energy enveloped Feng Jilin and then spread outwards, permeating the entire training ground.

The soldiers, who had been sitting upright in the drill ground, stood up one by one, clenched their fists, and roared: "We'll fight to the death, so we'll have no regrets about joining the Qin Dynasty!"

"I'll fight to the death so I'll never regret joining the Qin Dynasty." In the distance, Zhou Chang, dressed in a blue robe and standing with his hands behind his back, murmured softly.

He came here specifically from the Eastern Border Camp, firstly to bring students from various places here, and secondly to see how Marquis Qingyang would arrange these students.

He had assumed that the Marquis of Qingyang would arrange for Confucian and Taoist practitioners to handle logistical matters, such as the transportation of supplies.

He was wrong.

"A soldier who knows why he is fighting is the truly invincible one..." Han Xiao said softly beside Zhou Chang.

Looking at Zhang Yuan standing outside the training ground, Han Xiao recalled the scene of him charging into battle alone outside Fengtian County years ago.

Zhang Yuan aims to train millions of Qin warriors like himself, willing to die for their cause!

On the other side of the camp, hundreds of scholars in green robes held books in their hands and quickly took notes with ink pens.

"Making the soldiers understand why they fight, and giving them unlimited possibilities for the future—this job is far more interesting than those logistical and supply duties." A young Confucian scholar in a gray robe looked up, his eyes gleaming.

"Education, this is the merit of education..." Another middle-aged Confucian scholar with a few strands of white hair at his temples changed his expression, and his righteous aura surged.

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Yunming Prefecture, Guanyun County. On the main road, wooden carts rolled forward.

"who!"

With a long shout, Luo Hongxiu moved and stepped onto the carriage shaft, holding short blades horizontally in both hands, her face solemn.

Ten feet ahead, a figure in a green robe stood tall.

Luo Hongxiu is skilled in assassination; she can always get within three feet of someone without them noticing.

This time, she only noticed when someone blocked her path ten feet away.

This is a powerful individual whose cultivation level far surpasses hers.

Great master!
"Zheng——"

Twelve dragon-blooded warhorses galloped out from both sides of the carriage, their long swords drawn, and charged towards the figure in front.

The moment the thunderstorm roared over Yunming City, thirteen rivers of blood surged up from the fissures in the earth's veins, turning the ten-mile-long official road crimson.

Luo Hongxiu's goose-feather knife had only been drawn three inches from its sheath when frost had already formed on the hilt.

It's not snow, it's the Nine Netherworld Ice formed from the demonic energy of demonic cultivators!

"Master Hou, be careful!"

Chen Wu's heavy shield was torn into countless iron filings by the bone claws that emerged from the blood river, and this fierce general at the peak of the Innate Realm was smashed five zhang away like a broken sack.

The Lesser Heavenly Cycle Formation formed by the twelve guards couldn't even last half a breath. The gong at the formation's core was scraped by the sword energy into a rain of copper coins the size of fingernails.

Grandmaster of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, Blood River Ancestor!

The Blood River Ancestor's eerie laughter rolled through the clouds: "The head of Marquis Qingyang, I'll take it—"

"Hey!"

The Seven Profound Sword Light cleaved through the rain curtain; the sword was faster than sound!
Lu Wenzhao, Grandmaster of the Eastern Wei Dynasty and Elder of the Seven Profound Sword Sect!

Luo Hongxiu's black hair silently broke at her temple, and Lu Wenzhao's sword had already shattered the carriage frame, reaching three inches in front of Zhang Yuan's throat.

The light emanating from the sword spine of this Seven Profound Sword Sect elder was not a cold gleam, but rather a dense array of Seven Kill Sword Scripture characters, each character absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles!

"clang--"

Zhang Yuan flicked his finger and touched the edge of the sword.

"So brave."

Lu Wenzhao was thrown back by the shockwave. While still in mid-air, he let out a long laugh: "No wonder Yuwen Zhuo stumbled when he could withstand thirty percent of my sword intent."

The river of blood suddenly boiled!
Nine chains made of skulls wrapped around Zhang Yuan, while a pair of fangs taken from an ancient demonic dragon pressed down on him with the foul energy of the Netherworld.

"boom!"

Zhang Yuan's left fist suddenly burst forth with golden light, and the phantom of Yunmeng Cave Heaven condensed into a tiger's head at the tip of his fist.

The space in front of the Blood River Ancestor exploded, and the scattered demonic energy, tinged with blood, enveloped his body and forced him backward.

As the man retreated, the River of Blood surged down, transforming into a dragon-python that locked Zhang Yuan's body in place.

The two grandmasters worked together with perfect coordination!
Lu Wenzhao's sword moved.

It wasn't a straight thrust, but rather it traced a perfect crescent moon arc along the trajectory of the heavens.

The Seven Kill Sword Qi split into seven during its flight, each sword qi transforming into a different sword-wielding phantom – the signature technique of the seventh generation of sword masters of the Seven Profound Sword Sect!

"Crack!"

The moment the sword reached him, Zhang Yuan cleaved the river of blood with his right hand, fingers pointing outwards like a knife.

The sword arrives!

The first sword energy pierced Zhang Yuan's left shoulder, bringing not blood, but wisps of dissipating Dao power.

The second sword energy tore open his right rib, and the peach blossom forest in Spring Mountain Cave withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the seventh sword aura pierced his chest, Lu Wenzhao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Where the heart should have shattered, the three-colored Dao patterns are now outlining the complete Dao body of the Free and Unfettered Realm!
(End of this chapter)