Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 464 Lord Xinling Goes to Battle from His Coffin

Before dawn, a misty fog shrouded the wilderness outside Jicheng.

Zhu Hai reined in his horse and stood atop a mound, with three thousand Wei soldiers behind him standing as still as trees.

He had been waiting here for half the night.

Meng Ao guessed correctly, but only half of it was right.

Before the battle broke out at the Allied Army camp, he did receive orders from Mo Yu and quietly left with only a dozen or so personal guards.

However, he did not cross the Pu River to go to Puban in Hedong, but secretly crossed the Yellow River to the west and came to the Henei Commandery, which was mostly occupied by the Qin army.

"General Zhu Hai, you don't need to bring a single soldier. Just follow this route map to wait outside Jicheng. Once you get there, everything will be arranged."

These are Qin Shi Mo Yu's original words.

If he hadn't witnessed Zhu Hai's unpredictable and supernatural abilities firsthand, he would never have accepted such an absurd military order.

However, when he thought of Mo Yu's promise to "make the name of Lord Xinling resound throughout the world again," he suppressed all his doubts.

For the sake of his lord's glorious name to resound once more in this land he once protected with his life, he was willing to brave even mountains of knives and seas of fire.

"General, there's movement!"

The guard's low shout woke Zhu Hai from his reverie.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the distant horizon.

On the horizon where gray and black intertwined, a long, wriggling black line appeared.

Countless banners began to unfurl in the morning breeze, and the familiar "Wei" character banner stood out prominently in the first rays of dawn.

A massive army is rolling in.

he came!
Zhu Hai's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed slightly, and his spirits lifted.

He immediately led his personal guards and spurred their horses to meet them.

However, when he saw the face of the leader clearly, the joy on his face froze instantly, replaced by undisguised disgust and cold killing intent.

The leader was actually a woman.

Her figure was graceful, and her face was covered by a bronze mask, but Zhu Hai would never forget those cold and complex eyes until his death.

Jing Ni, formerly a top-tier assassin of the Luo Wang organization!

"why you?"

Zhu Hai's warhorse stopped in front of Jing Ni, his brows furrowed deeply.

His gaze swept over Jingni, but he didn't see the baby in her arms. His heart tightened: "What are you doing here? Where is the emperor's child?!"

He agreed to cooperate with Mo Yu, but a crucial condition was that the safety of Lord Xinling's only bloodline must be ensured.

But now, this female assassin, who should have been under strict protection in Lord Xinling's mansion, has appeared in a dangerous war zone, and the baby in her arms has disappeared!
Jing Ni's expression was also unpleasant, her lips pressed tightly together beneath the mask.

But it wasn't because of Zhu Hai's attitude; after all, Lord Xinling did indeed die at her hands.

The problem is that she doesn't want her daughter, Yan'er, to come to such a dangerous war zone.

However, Mo Yu's orders were something she could not disobey no matter what.

Jingni silently pulled on the reins and turned her gaze to the central army behind her.

Zhu Hai frowned and followed her gaze.

This glance, however, struck him like a thunderbolt, leaving him frozen on his horse.

Surrounded by thousands of soldiers, a sedan chair was seen moving steadily forward.

Seated peacefully in the sedan chair was a figure that would still bring tears to his pillow in his midnight dreams.

The man was dressed in a moon-white scholar's robe, wearing a jade crown, with a gentle and refined face and an elegant and graceful demeanor. He was holding a baby and playing with it.

As if noticing Zhu Hai's gaze, she looked up, a familiar, warm smile appearing on her lips.

That face...that air about him...

Even if he were reduced to ashes, Zhu Hai would still recognize him!
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

Zhu Hai's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief and horror.

He practically tumbled off his horse and staggered forward, each step feeling like a blow to his own heart.

impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Your Majesty has already... Your Majesty has clearly already...

He watched as his king breathed his last, he personally wiped his king's body, he personally dressed his king in his burial clothes, and he personally... placed his king into that cold coffin!

But how can this scene be explained?!
He rushed to the sedan chair, staring intently at the familiar face, wanting to see it more clearly.

The man in the sedan chair, Wei Wuji, nodded at his distraught appearance, acknowledging his identity.

Then, he beckoned to Zhu Hai, signaling him to come forward.

Zhu Hai's mind went blank, and almost instinctively, he moved step by step to the past.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out in his mind through the art of telepathic communication.

"General Zhu Hai, calm down."

It's Mo Yu's voice!

Zhu Hai was jolted awake, and a sliver of clarity finally appeared in his chaotic thoughts.

"This is a mechanical puppet I made using the secret techniques of the Mohist school, and with the addition of the art of disguise, it is enough to fool the eye."

Qin Shi Moyu's voice continued to echo in his mind, calmly explaining his methods.

"I will use my life to fulfill my promise to the general—to let 'Lord Xinling' personally carry his own coffin and lead the expedition once again!"

"On this battlefield, he will reclaim the lost territory of Hanoi and defeat the powerful Qin dynasty! Then, amidst the admiration and cheers of the people, he will pass away with a smile on his face!"

"Finally, the entire State of Wei will hold a state funeral for him. His name will be forever engraved in the annals of Wei, his fame will be remembered for eternity!"

Mechanical puppets... the art of skin painting...

Carry a coffin into battle and recapture Hanoi!
He died with a smile on his face, and was given a state funeral!
These few words, though brief, resonated like thunderclaps from the heavens, repeatedly exploding in Zhu Hai's mind!
He looked up again, carefully discerning the 'Lord Xinling' before him.

This time, he finally noticed some subtle differences.

The sheen of the skin and the occasional flicker of stiffness in the depths of the eyes proved that this was not a living person.

Even so, the sheer awe and awe he felt at the incredible skill in creating such intricate mechanisms that they were so realistic and even captured the essence of the subject.

Then, his gaze slowly fell on the coffin that was quietly placed beside the sedan chair.

In an instant, an indescribable surge of grief and overwhelming emotion overwhelmed all his reason. Tears streamed down his face.

He originally thought that Mo Yu's statement about "making the name of Lord Xinling resound throughout the world again" simply meant sending troops in Lord Xinling's name, making the emperor the nominal supreme commander of this war, and leaving a record of his command achievements in history.

He never expected that Mo Yu's methods would be so divine!

He actually managed to bring Lord Xinling back to life and have him return to the battlefield!

Moreover, the achievement he devised for the sovereign was not merely resisting the Qin army's invasion, but... the recovery of the lost territory of Hanoi! It was territorial expansion!
This is completely different from the merit of defending the city by resisting the enemy; they are worlds apart!

To lead a military expedition in a coffin, to die on the battlefield! To resist invasion and reclaim lost territory! This is the most glorious end a general could ever imagine!
In Qin Shi Mo Yu, not only did he fulfill his promise, but he also brought Xinling Jun's life to a final close in a way that was beyond his imagination, the most tragic and glorious!

"To have done so much for Lord Xinling... and to possess such extraordinary talent... one can truly be called the successor to the Lord's mantle!"

At this moment, the last trace of wariness and estrangement Zhu Hai felt towards Mo Yu completely vanished.

In his view, Mo Yu was qualified and capable of inheriting the political legacy left by Lord Xinling!

Zhu Hai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent emotions surging within him.

He straightened his armor and bowed deeply to Wei Wuji in the sedan chair and the baby in his arms.

"...Thank you, sir, for everything you have done for the emperor! From this day forward, Zhu Hai is willing to serve you, even unto death!"

This was the first time Zhu Hai had shown his loyalty to anyone other than Lord Xinling.

"General, please rise."

Qin Shi Mo Yu's telepathic transmission remained calm.
"Although our relationship is a transaction, it is also something I personally wish to do. Lord Xinling is someone I admire, and if possible, I will naturally do my utmost to give such a heroic figure a fitting end."

Zhu Hai didn't know how much of Mo Yu's words were true or false, but since Mo Yu had gone this far, he took them as true.

no other meaning.

Even if it was all insincere, at least Mo Yu handled the situation and the matter very well, making Zhu Hai, an elder of the Xinling Lord's lineage, genuinely feel the respect and sincerity.

Since Lord Xinling is gone anyway, the forces he left behind will either dissipate or be eliminated, so it's better to join forces with such a schemer.

a long time.

Zhu Hai finally calmed down.

His gaze swept over the silent, head bowed Jingni beside him, and the infant still in swaddling clothes in 'Lord Xinling's' arms, and a final doubt welled up in his mind.

“Commander, this battle is extremely dangerous. Why bring that female assassin from the Net and… the King’s only child here as well? This is the King’s only bloodline…”

A helpless, bitter smile appeared on Wei Wuji's face, followed by Qin Shi Moyu's voice:

"General Zhu Hai, you know better than I what kind of person that king of Daliang City is."

"The battlefield in Hanoi is treacherous, with no mercy from swords and spears. But with you and me here, we can still protect them, mother and daughter. But if we leave them in Daliang..."

The words were left unsaid.

Zhu Hai, however, had already understood.

In an instant, the image of King Zeng of Wei's harsh, ungrateful, and suspicious face flashed into his mind. An uncontrollable anger and disgust rose from the depths of his heart.

Yes, with King Zeng of Wei's narrow mind, how could he tolerate the bloodline left by Lord Xinling, who had achieved unparalleled merit?
He had no doubt that Prince Zeng of Wei, who was no match for him and Mo Yu in the court and among the common people, would be utterly ruthless and would target the widow and her child.

Thinking of this, Zhu Hai felt a chill of fear and felt even more admiration for Mo Yu's meticulousness.

This person not only possesses extraordinary talent, but also an impeccable mind.

"It is Hai, who did not think things through."

"The general is loyal and righteous; what wrong has he done?"

Qin Shi Moyu's voice carried a hint of reassurance, "Next comes the real test."

Having said that, he handed the baby in his arms to Jingni beside him. Immediately afterwards, a command was handed out from Wei Wuji's hand.

"General Zhu Hai, heed my command!"

"The general is here!"

Zhu Hai's expression turned solemn, and he knelt on one knee.

"I have drawn 100,000 troops from the Wei border, most of whom are loyal to Lord Xinling. Today, I entrust the tiger tally and command of these 100,000 troops to the general!"

Qin Shi Moyu's voice transmission became solemn and dignified: "In this battle, only victory is allowed, defeat is not permitted!"

"I want you to sweep across the entire Hanoi Commandery and completely drive the Qin army out of the north of the Yellow River! To offer the sovereign his final, unparalleled achievement!"

"Hai, obey the order!"

Zhu Hai trembled as he reached out his hands and accepted the heavy tiger tally.

"Hai, I hereby swear an oath!"

"I will not fail in my mission, and will reclaim Hanoi for the Lord, and for the Prince... achieve unparalleled merit!"

Wei Wuji nodded, and then his eyes lost three-tenths of their brilliance.

Indeed, in Qin Shi Huang's novels, Mo Yu could manipulate puppets to issue orders and command large armies.

The problem is that he himself has to face the famous Qin general Meng Ao and nearly 200,000 fierce Qin troops.

It's simply impossible to spare any more energy to remotely control the battle here.

This is precisely the fundamental reason why he went to great lengths to win over Zhu Hai, someone who could potentially be won over.

Even if Mo Yu is incredibly wise and resourceful, he is still just one person.

Whether conquering or governing the world, a large territory requires a great deal of capable and independent talent.

Moreover, this battle was related to Lord Xinling's reputation both before and after his death.

Qin Shi Mo Yu was not worried at all that Zhu Hai, this "brainless fan" of Lord Xinling, would not fight to the death for him.

"It's a headache. There are still too few capable people."

Beside the Pu River, Qin Shi Moyu glanced at Zhao Tuo and led his army across the river to Puban.

He only has this one capable general among his men.

However, since Zhao Tuo was dealing with Yang Duanhe and Zhang Tang, there was no one to command the army and directly restrain Meng Ao.

In theory, Gongsun Yu of Wei is quite virtuous and has the ability to command large armies, but given his performance in defending the city in the original work, Mo Yu really doesn't dare to let him take command.

"Tsk, there's no other way. Since there are no great generals in Shu, the Prime Minister has to step in himself."

Qin Shi Moyu muttered to himself as he led his elite cavalry northward along the Pu River once more, heading towards Puyang City.

(End of this chapter)