I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 408 Dead End
Lin Xiaohe was sent back to Lian Po's residence by Tian Ye.

Lian Po's residence in Handan was not very large, but the gatekeeper was quite kind to Lin Xiaohe.

Seven years ago, the Qin army defeated the Zhao army at Changping.

Initially, the Zhao army's commander-in-chief was Lian Po, who adopted a steady and methodical approach, making the Qin army quite formidable.

The Qin state used a divisive tactic to make the King of Zhao wary of Lian Po, leading to his replacement of Lian Po with Zhao Kuo.

Zhao Kuo was only good at theoretical military strategy; when he encountered the war god Bai Qi, he was utterly defeated.

More than 40 Zhao soldiers were massacred by Bai Qi.

Immediately, Bai Qi pressed his advantage, intending to destroy the Zhao state in one fell swoop.

The people and soldiers of the Zhao state waged a desperate resistance in the capital city of Handan for more than two years.

During this period, Lian Po was once again appointed to a critical mission, taking charge of the defense of Handan. To inspire the people and soldiers of Zhao to fight together against the enemy, Lian Po gave away all his family wealth.

His mansion was sold around that time.

In the past two years, Zhao Jun suffered heavy casualties. Lin Xiaohe's father was one of Lian Po's capable assistants. The entire family perished in this battle.

Even the original owner's mother, during a chance encounter with a small group of Qin soldiers, chose to commit suicide because she was unwilling to reveal the Zhao army's plans.

It can be said that there was a deep-seated blood feud between the original owner and the Qin state.

Lian Po felt sorry for Lin Xiaohe, who was the only son left in the Lin family, so he adopted her as his goddaughter and planned to find her a good husband and prepare a generous dowry so that she could live a peaceful and happy life.

Lin Xiaohe sat on the veranda, looking up at the moon.

A gentle summer breeze blew, but her heart felt utterly cold.

The Civilization Trial Arena is truly a cunning schemer; out of fear of her, they actually let her trample the Ancestral Dragon at the very beginning!

If I really lose my memory, given the deep-seated hatred the original owner had for Zhao Zheng, wouldn't we end up fighting to the death and becoming lifelong enemies?

If they've become mortal enemies, how can they possibly uncover the mystery of the underground palace?

This is clearly a dead end.

Ugh.

Lin Xiaohe looked worried; even with her memories intact, she couldn't easily break the deadlock.

Currently, relations between Qin and Zhao are extremely tense, with many civilian casualties. Even if he takes the initiative to make amends, Zhao Zheng is unlikely to believe him.

How sad!

A young child's body can't stay up all night.

Lin Xiaohe couldn't resist the drowsiness and slept until dawn.

In a daze, I heard the sounds of martial arts practice coming from outside.

Lin Xiaohe nimbly got up, knowing that it was several grandchildren of the Lian family practicing martial arts in the morning, and wanted to join them.

On the training ground, seven or eight teenagers were sweating profusely and panting heavily.

When they saw Lin Xiaohe, they pretended not to see her, but because of her background, they didn't dare to make sarcastic remarks to her.

The instructor was a retired member of Lian Po's personal guard and had some friendship with Lin Xiaohe's father. When he saw that Lin Xiaohe was late, he did not scold her, but simply told her to warm up quickly so that she could catch up with the schedule.

After practice, everyone went home for dinner.

In this era, commoners ate two meals a day, while the aristocracy ate three meals a day.

Lin Xiaohe held a bowl of rice in her hands, with braised pork tenderloin as a side dish, and ate it with great relish.

The rice wasn't as soft and fragrant as it is in later generations, and the pork tenderloin had a strong, unpleasant pork smell, though it was somewhat masked by the spices.

Higher-ranking nobles ate beef and mutton, and didn't like pork much, as uncastrated pork had a foul odor.

This shows that Lian Po's family did not have much surplus wealth.

Lin Xiaohe then thought of the future, when Lian Po would be forced to leave, and the story of "Lian Po is old, can he still eat?" would become a classic tale. This showed that the great tree itself was teetering on the brink of collapse, and it wasn't a good place to rest in its shade. It seemed unlikely that one could rely on Lian Po's influence to affect the politics of Zhao.

Or, how about going solo?
Lin Xiaohe, limited by her child's body, could not take the enemy general's head amidst a vast army, but her mental strength remained.

First, ensure safety during the chaos, then find an opportunity to go to Mount Li and solve the mystery of the underground palace by yourself. That should be achievable, right?

With that in mind, Lin Xiaohe decided to go out and explore the area.

During the Warring States period, the land was mostly desolate mountains and wild animals. The combined population of the seven states was only a little over 2000 million.

Finding a deserted place is easy. The real challenge is surviving.

Lin Xiaohe's understanding of this period was limited to a few lines in historical books and anecdotes in Chinese textbooks; she was not very clear about the specifics.

She certainly wouldn't be presumptuous.

She will not reveal her Domain Lord strength unless absolutely necessary.

As luck would have it, she ran into Tianye sitting on an oxcart as soon as she stepped out.

"Young lady, where are you headed?"

"Having nothing to do, I thought I'd wander around. Young Master Tian, ​​where do you plan to go?"

"Let's go to the outskirts. Zhao Lang and the others are racing horses there, and I'd like to join in the fun. Young lady, would you like to come along?"

Lin Xiaohe: "Let's go together."

The oxcart was open-topped, and the fields were carefree and didn't hold grudges.

Because the original owner of this body often played with them, Tianye considered Lin Xiaohe a friend and gossiped, "That Qin brat got beaten up by some street thugs early this morning, he was in a real sorry state. Hahaha!"

"Back then, more than 400,000 Zhao soldiers were buried at Changping, and the area outside Handan was littered with corpses. Inside Handan, every household hung white sails, and the cries of mourning echoed through the mountains! This was all the atrocity committed by the Qin army!"

"Qin Yiren took advantage of the chaos to escape back to Qin, leaving only his son in Handan. Due to the circumstances, we cannot kill him, so we can only seek revenge on him to vent our hatred."

"Don't worry, young lady. I know you have a blood feud with the Qin army, so I specially arranged for those wandering knights to beat you up as well when they were teaching Zhao Zheng a lesson."

Lin Xiaohe has a toothache.

Looking at the name tag above Tianye's head, she really wanted to shake his arm and tell him, "Brother Zhao, you don't need to be so emotional! These are all history, things of the past. But the hatred you've stirred up is real! After the First Emperor destroys Zhao, everyone in Handan will be doomed."

But she couldn't say that; she could only force a polite smile and say, "Thank you, Mr. Tian."

I don't want to chat, please leave me alone. Don't ask me who Jingjing is, thank you.

The oxcart traveled all the way to the outskirts of the city.

Most of the able-bodied men in the Zhao state were killed, leaving only the elderly, the sick, the disabled, women, and children, who were completely unable to cultivate the fields.

The farmland along the roadside was sparsely planted with crops, scattered here and there.

Farmers braved the scorching sun, bending over to water the wheat.

The weather was scorching hot, and the wheat looked listless from the sun.

Only one piece of farmland was different.

Beside the field lay the corpse of a young child. The abdomen was crushed, and the body was swollen and stinking.

Tianye covered his mouth and nose with his hand, displeased, and said, "What are they doing? It's an eyesore. Quickly send someone to deal with it."

The driver immediately got out of the car and went to communicate with them.

In the farmland, an old man with a limp, his face full of terror, bent over, picked up his son's body and thanked them repeatedly. Only when he saw that the noble people did not beat or scold him did he dare to return to the field.

The driver returned to report: "Yesterday, the old man's son was trampled to death by a horse on his way to deliver food. The family was busy with the farmland and had no money to buy straw mats, so they just left them there."

“Oh, I think I’ve heard about this. Zhao Qilang was furious about it, saying that if it weren’t for this child, he would definitely have won the horse race. Anyway, give some money to that old man so they can give the child a proper burial.” Tian Ye casually took a handful of coins and handed them to the coachman.

Lin Xiaohe stared in disbelief at the name tag on the child's body.

[Contestant: Wu Lei (a commoner from the Zhao state)]