The Qin Dynasty perished after only two generations? My Great Qin also needs an Emperor Taizong!

Under the starry night, Xianyang Castle resembled a lurking black beast.

As the black-clad knight galloped away, by the light of the fire on the city wall, one could still vaguely see black-clad soldiers moving about on the arrow tower of the south gate, with a large, white "Qin" character written on the fluttering black banner.

The village head leaped over and came to a steady stop in front of the gate.

Perhaps it was the long neigh of that magnificent yellow horse near the south gate that startled some of the soldiers on the city wall who were dozing off, which displeased the gatekeeper. As a result, the garrison commander who was carrying the secret letter from the King of Qin was taken into the city gate office for questioning on the grounds that "his identity is questionable and needs to be verified."

The village head was both angry and amused, but considering that the other party was handling matters officially, he had no choice but to patiently cooperate.

Qin law stipulated that commoners could enter the examination hall regardless of their nationality, as long as their identification was clear and identifiable; officials, except for diplomatic envoys, had to have their identification from their own country.

As for the village head, Jia Le, that was naturally no problem.

"It's my duty, General, please don't take offense."

After the city gate officer verified the garrison commander's identity, he smiled and put his arm around the commander's shoulder, personally escorting him to the soldiers who had gathered in front of the south gate.

Looking at the teasing smiles on the faces of his familiar brothers, the garrison commander blushed. He looked up at the sky, coughed lightly, and said, "Brothers, you are all people who obey orders. In my opinion, we should check you in this way to avoid violating Qin law."

The sergeants all gave a hiss.

But as soon as the garrison leader made a gesture, the fifty men instantly separated, lined up in a row, and took out their identification tokens for the soldiers on the city wall to examine.

A short while later, the south gate of Xianyang slowly opened a gap about two meters wide.

"General, please proceed with caution."

The platoon leader nodded and gave a soft "hmm," followed by a short whistle, and the fifty soldiers instantly mounted their horses.

"Ha... Same as always, soldiers, follow in turn!"

The old rules mentioned here are not Qin laws, but just a variety of competitions, such as: who can jump the highest, who can jump the farthest, who can lift the heaviest weight, who can pee the farthest... Although most of them are trivial matters, the winner's warhorse can be the first to enter the stable to graze!

With a slight smile on his face, the garrison commander gave another whistle, and his yellow warhorse reared up, let out a long neigh, and leaped out through the two-meter-wide gap in the city gate, drawing cheers from the soldiers on the city wall.

The soldiers behind them looked at each other in silence.

The soldiers silently urged their horses on and, one by one, "broke out" of the south gate of Xianyang.

……

The next day, as dawn broke, Ying Mushu got up comfortably. Just as she stepped out of the courtyard gate, she heard a fairly polite greeting.

It's fortunate that Ying Mu isn't actually a five-year-old child, otherwise, if he turned around and saw this group of people, he would have cried out immediately.

Even a fool could guess that unless there was a warrant from the King of Qin, it was impossible for so many people to suddenly appear near this manor. The group of black-clad warriors outside the gate all exuded a cold aura, and one glance was enough to tell that they were all fierce soldiers who had fought their way out of the crowd.

"You all have quite a unique way of meeting."

Ying Mu walked to the water vat in the courtyard, managing to maintain a semblance of calm. After muttering a complaint, he asked, "I'm new here, so I don't know who's in charge?"

Upon hearing the question, Jia Le stood up from the crowd, cupped his hands, and greeted him as "Young Master Mu".

"Are you the generals sent by Father?" Ying Mu looked behind Jia Le. Sure enough, although the horses of these fifty men had clean manes and their horse tack was spotless, every single one of them had some dew on the ends of their hair, indicating that they had been waiting for some time.

"That's right." Looking at the young master in front of him, Jia Le appeared calm, but he was actually a little guilty inside.

"When did you all arrive?" Ying Mu asked, standing still and looking at the crowd.

"We arrived at the fourth watch of the night. Seeing that the courtyard gate was tightly closed, we dared not disturb it and waited outside. May I ask what arrangements you have made, young master?" Jia Le asked, bowing.

"My arrangements..." Ying Mu paused in wiping his face. He suddenly remembered what had happened earlier. In name, he had the authority to manage the nearby hills, but in reality, no matter how the areas were allocated, the training of the soldiers in the military camp at the foot of the hills was always his weakness because Bai Zhong and the others didn't teach them... Looking at these veteran soldiers, Ying Mu made a mental note: "Then please give the two thousand soldiers in the camp a good workout, and hopefully they can learn some survival skills on the battlefield."

"Here you go!"

In fact, to Ying Mu's surprise, Jia Le and the others not only did not complain, but seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. However, he did not think too much about it and just turned his head and called out "Xiao Shanzi".

"Hey, here it comes!"

Han Shan, who was cooking breakfast in the backyard, heard the shout and hurriedly grabbed a plate of dried dates and rushed over. He was also surprised to see Jia Le and the others outside the door, and then he quickly ran to Ying Mu's side and carefully put the fruit plate down.

"Young master, what brings you here, Xiaoshanzi?"

"Up so early, didn't you even go out to check?" Ying Mu frowned and asked, then pointed to the people outside the door, saying, "How can you let the generals drink dew outside?"

"Young Master, Xiao Shanzi just woke up not long ago and didn't have time to go out and check on him..." Han Shan said in a low voice.

"The house I asked you to set up yesterday isn't ready yet?" Ying Mu raised her eyes and saw the dark circles under his eyes, knowing that he had stayed up all night.

"Young Master, it's done! Xiao Shanzi has taken care of everything overnight!" Han Shancai rushed over from the backyard. He first saw the faces of the people outside the door, and now he was being questioned by Ying Mu. He glanced at his young master's calm face and replied, "If Young Master doesn't believe me, Xiao Shanzi will immediately lead all the generals to the mountainside. A hundred empty rooms and the best stables and fodder have all been prepared according to Young Master's arrangements."

"That's good, go about your business."

Ying Mu patted Han Shan's increasingly broad shoulder, without intending to establish his authority by making things difficult for his own people. He gestured for Han Shan to leave with his eyes, "Be careful, don't set the house on fire."

"Yes," Han Shan replied and turned to leave.

The young master turned around and looked at Jia Le and the others. "There are accommodations in the manor down the mountain. The generals came in a hurry, and I did not prepare any food in advance..." He paused and pointed to the fresh fruit platter on the table. "How about this, I have some freshly made snacks here. Please take some to tide you over."

The hungry soldiers followed the direction and looked at the tightly wrapped dried fruit on the table. Their mouths watered, and they couldn't help but swallow. They all subconsciously looked at Jia Le.

"only."

After a brief silence, the tall general finally reached out and carefully picked up a dried fruit from the fruit plate, slowly putting it into his mouth.

sweet……

This flavor, a luxurious taste that only the wealthy could enjoy, was something Jia Le had only heard about before. Now, in his thirty-two years of life, this was the first time he had tasted such a unique flavor...