Daqin: After eighteen years of forbearance, the useless prince went crazy with killing

Zhao Ling rode a horse to the beheading platform, jumped off the horse, with a contemptuous smile on his face, and swept over the assassins on the platform who were waiting to be killed.

He looked back and whispered to the people kneeling on the ground: "My subjects, stand up!"

Zhao Ling's voice was like a bell ringing, passing through the entire city street.

The young emperor looked at his subjects.

The people stood up together, but they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Zhao Ling in that direction.

How dare civilians look directly at the emperor?

This is the crime of usurpation!

Zhao Ling frowned slightly and shouted, "You! Look at me!"

The people who were originally bowing their heads seemed to be stirred up by Zhao Ling's voice.

Looking straight at the emperor?

Can they?

This is a great sin!

How dare they be as humble as they are?

But how could they dare to disobey the emperor's order?

The people followed Zhao Ling's voice.

They finally saw His Majesty's face clearly.

"You look at these people on the stage again!" Zhao Ling turned around and laughed, "These are descendants of loyal ministers from the six countries who claim to be knights, righteous men, or revenge for their country."

A prisoner on the stage spitted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and smiled even more presumptuously: "Yes! Look at us!"

"Tyrant! Do you dare to answer me! The tyrant Qin attacked the six countries and slaughtered many people in the six countries?!"

"How many people from the six countries have destroyed their families because of the war launched by the tyrannical Qin? Do you dare to answer me?"

"Millions of living lives, countless unjust souls float on the battlefield, they are all waiting to find you, the Ying clan, to pay your life!"

These people living in Xianyang are all old Qin people. They are indeed overwhelmed by the strict laws and heavy taxes and labor service, but their families are still there.

Their sons and their fathers may have also died in the war between the First Emperor's annexation of the six kingdoms.

What kind of family and country hatred are these people talking to them now?

The war launched by the Qin Dynasty did indeed destroy the families of the six countries, but it is an indisputable fact that it is difficult to refute.

"Tell the I-Ying clan to pay for his life?"

Zhao Ling sneered, "The First Emperor annexed the six kingdoms, unified the world, and made unification of the world. He has indeed killed countless people in the past ten years!"

The prisoners on the stage became even more excited when they heard Zhao Ling say this and laughed endlessly!

"Zhao Ling! You admit it! You admit it is a tyrant! Hahahaha!"

"Does he deserve to die!"

"You might have been this emperor for a long time! Otherwise, why would you have raised your troops to surround Xianyang City as soon as Ying Zheng died?"

"There will be a conclusion in the future. If you pour out all the water of the Yellow River, you will not be able to cleanse the murderous sins committed by your Ying clan!"

The people wanted to refute their relatives who died in battle, but Zhao Ling all admitted the murder committed by the Qin Dynasty, but the facts were the same. They were short of words.

Zhao Ling sneered and said disdainfully: "How many loyal bones of the Great Qin soldiers are buried in a foreign land? The First Emperor unified the world and killed the six countries in ten years without leaving any armor. This is a heroic pursuit of hegemony."

"How many people died in the six countries?"

"Then why don't you talk about how many people died in the five hundred years of war between the seven kingdoms?"

"If Emperor Qin Shihuang had not unified the world with the power of thunder, how many years would it take for the seven kingdoms to fight? How many more people would have to die?"

Zhao Ling sneered, looked at the prisoner who laughed the most hard, and asked, "You are Korean, do you want to avenge South Korea?"

"This is natural! How can we not revenge the revenge of the country be destroyed? We righteous men, without hesitation, will never refuse!"

"Then I ask you again! When South Korea divided Jin and destroyed Zheng, how many families were destroyed? Should the descendants of those people avenge the destruction of the country to South Korea?"

The prisoner was speechless and stared at Zhao Ling, not knowing how to defend himself.

What Zhao Ling said is indeed the case if you think about it carefully.

It took Ying Zheng only ten years to destroy the six kingdoms, ending the seven kingdoms' struggle for power for more than 500 years.

How many people did the Qin army kill in the past ten years?

The five hundred years of wars continued. Today, Qi attacked Zhao, and tomorrow, Zhao attacked South Korea, and it was repeated over and over again, and the death and injury were difficult to calculate.

Zhao Ling said coldly: "The First Emperor stopped the war with the enemy, completely ended the war, and unified the world, but you are thinking about letting the Qin Dynasty split again."

Zhao Ling pulled out Wang Fujian behind him and inserted it on the ground casually, "Didn't you ask me why Emperor Bintian, I will raise my troops to surround Xianyang?"

"If I don't raise troops, Zhao Gao, Li Si and others will pass on a false edict to kill Fusu and support Hu Hai. Hu Hai will become Zhao Gao's puppet, that is what you thieves like the most to see!"

"The Emperor of No Origin in the World suppressed him, and rebels from all over the world rise everywhere. He wants to restore Zhao, you want to restore Han, and there are still people want to restore Chu!"

"The world is divided again, and wars are endless! This is what you guys want to see!"

Zhao Ling held the Wang Fujian in his hand and stepped onto the execution platform step by step, coming behind a prisoner.

"I'm aliveday! The Qin Dynasty will never be allowed to split again! ”

"No one can erase the achievements of the First Emperor!"

"The sun and the moon shine are all the land of the Qin Dynasty. I hope that the people of the Qin Dynasty will live a prosperous and healthy life without a war!"

"There is only one kind of text allowed in this world! That is the text of the Qin Dynasty!"

"Everyone in the world only speaks one language, that is the language of the Qin Dynasty!"

"In my lifetime, the Iron Cavalry of the Qin Dynasty will conquer the barbarians, so that future generations will no longer suffer from war!"

"There are people in the world who want to restore the old country and assassinate me! Even if you come!"

Zhao Ling cut off the head of the prisoner in front with a sword and said in a deep voice: "Kill!"

When the executioner heard Zhao Ling's words, his blood was boiling. His eyes were shining with light. His hands raised his sword and his head fell to the ground, and his blood spilled.

They are not righteous men!

He is not a hero!

They just intend to split the Qin Dynasty and let the people fall into war again!

Zhao Ling wiped away the blood from Wang Fu's sword, put the sword back into the sheath, and his eyes fell on the people of Daqin again.

"The unification of the world is the result of the late emperor, and it was also the result of countless Qin men selling their heads and blood!"

"As the people of the Qin Dynasty, you should be proud! You should be proud of your relatives who are desperately fighting on the battlefield!"

"It is them who will allow future generations to have food in the morning and have something to do in the evening!"

In Xianyang City, there were already assassins waiting for an opportunity to act. When Zhaoling Street and Gai Nie were not beside him, it was logically the best opportunity to assassinate him.

But what Zhao Ling said just now was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts.

The belief in restoring the country has almost shaken over the years.

"Kill the tyrant! Don't be deceived by his evil words!"

In the crowd, an assassin shouted, and the city streets were silhouetted and rushed towards Zhao Ling.

A green figure flashed, and Ah Qing turned into a afterimage and appeared beside Zhao Ling. The sword shadow was like a floating light, and the light flashed, and an assassin fell in front of Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling stood on the execution platform, his body was not moving at all, and there was no joy or anger on his face, nor any panic or fear.

All the officials shouted to rescue the driver.

The people did not avoid it in a hurry as before, and spontaneously rushed towards the nearby assassin.

More people surrounded the walls of humans and were determined to use their lives to stop the assassins and thieves who dared to kill the regict.