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

On the other hand, Fusu might not fully understand Meng Tian's deep concern, but he did understand one thing: his father had summoned him to learn military strategy and tactics from Meng Tian...

"It is my duty to relieve my father's worries and troubles," Fusu said, bowing. "Please teach me, General."

Meng Tian nodded, smiling half-jokingly, "The steppe people frequently send troops to harass our borders. Now that autumn and winter are approaching, they should already be gathering their forces. This time, although Jiuyuan is missing 50,000 elite cavalry, we still need to make a show of it. Light and heavy infantry, cavalry, crossbowmen, archers, and supply troops—all the miscellaneous troops who never used to participate—must be brought out. Young Master, would you be willing to accompany my steppe people on this trip?"

"That is indeed my wish, but I dare not ask!"

When Fusu returned to his tent, he opened the letter as usual. After reading the intimate words, Fusu was both amused and exasperated. He muttered to himself on the wooden slip for a long time before finally picking up his pen and writing a reply.

……

Just as the Qin royal family was mobilizing troops and supplies, preparing to march south in one fell swoop to take revenge, the Xiang family, far away in Chencheng of Chu, also received an official letter.

However, this letter came from Shouying, the capital of the Chu state.

This official document was delivered to the Xiang residence, and as usual, it was Xiang Liang who opened and read it. After reading it, Xiang Liang roared like thunder, remained silent for a long time, and then hurriedly took the document to see the ailing old Xiang Yan.

After Xiang Yan finished reading the official document, he lay motionless on the couch, but it was clear that he was deep in thought.

"What 'alliance against Qin to restore Chu's hegemony'! Grandiloquent words, all talk and no action!" Xiang Liang, holding the official document from the capital, swayed back and forth in front of old Xiang Yan. "Grandpa, look at these old aristocratic families who are usually so reluctant to act; they're truly disgusting!"

Although Xiang Liang's words were somewhat disrespectful, Xiang Yan remained unmoved, simply watching his son rage.

The reason is simple; that's what he thought too...

"A swarm of bees! Could it be that the State of Chu belongs to the Xiang family? Are those private soldiers seizing cities under the banner of the Xiang family truly an attempt to divide up the territory?"

Xiang Liang angrily threw the official document on the table. "The King of Qin will not let this go easily. Don't they understand the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'? Why don't they quickly order the old aristocratic families to gather their troops and prepare for war? What's the use of constantly summoning my father-in-law to the capital for meetings? In my opinion, the State of Chu is doomed!"

"Alright, that's enough!" Old Xiang Yan finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse.

This is actually the reason why Xiang Yan was irritable.

Firstly, the court's war strategy for the alliance against Qin was becoming more and more brilliant, but the generals of the major clans were frequently recalled by their clans, while Xiang Yan's government could not be left behind.

Secondly, Xiang Yan was repeatedly summoned back to Shouying by the King of Chu, naturally because of the increasingly powerful Xiang family army... Whenever this happened, he had to put down his still disorganized troops and face the endless meetings on revitalizing Chu's hegemony, explaining and guaranteeing the situation to the King of Chu.

These days, Old Xiang Yan has been mediating and persuading various forces, and he also has to find time to go to the royal city to report on his work. Even the shogunate can hardly stay for five consecutive days!

But the result?

Not only did he only dabble in all important matters, but he also became increasingly thin.

"Grandpa!" Xiang Liang's voice was filled with grievance, "If this continues, you'll really be exhausted."

"Enough said! I am a general of Chu, and nothing I say can change that." Xiang Yan sighed deeply, then changed the subject, saying, "In your spare time, remember to find another place for the young men of your clan to live."

"Grandpa, is it really impossible to win?"

"We can't win." Xiang Yan sighed dejectedly and slowly sat up. "Li Xin has lost, and the King of Qin will not let this go easily. Next time the Qin army marches south, Wang Jian will be the leader."

"How is that possible?!" Upon hearing his father's deduction, Xiang Liang's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in surprise, "By now, the Qin court should be in complete chaos. We haven't received any news of the Qin government collapsing. Does Ying Zheng intend to experience a second rebellion by Chu officials?"

Xiang Yan was already somewhat dazed, constantly thinking about how to soothe the restless heart of the King of Chu. Now, upon suddenly hearing the word "rebellion," he felt his teeth ache...

If the King of Chu truly possessed the wisdom and talent of the King of Qin, he should have directly ordered him to assemble his troops in Chencheng, then lead his army north into the Central Plains, and at this crucial juncture, engage in a decisive battle with the Qin state at Hangu Pass.

Thinking of this, he could only lower his eyes and remain silent.

Last night he spent another night lost in thought. People say that every time a country produces a wise ruler, it's because their ancestors made good arrangements in the afterlife. But what about the Qin state? They finally managed to outlive the great demon king of the Warring States period, and now they're watching the throne of the old Qin state change hands rapidly between two generations, with turmoil about to break out. They've only been laughing for a few years.

Why is there another brilliant and ambitious Qin Shi Huang?!

Damn it!

We all have ancestors, but why are the ancestors of the Qin state so powerful? What about the ancestors of the Chu state? Are they just like quails in the underworld?

"Do you really think that Ying Zheng is an ordinary person?" Xiang Yan retorted.

Xiang Liang was also suddenly speechless, his feelings quite complicated.

"Go ahead." Xiang Yan sighed softly and waved for Xiang Liang to go out and prepare the carriage.

If possible, he actually harbored the idea of ​​surrendering to Qin in order to ensure the survival of his family... However, Qin's laws were strict and it did not implement the enfeoffment system. If they were to obediently become Qin citizens, they would be nothing more than commoners. In this way, the Xiang family would decline within a hundred years... Rather than that, it would be better to fight to the death. Even if they were no match for the Qin army led by Wang Jian, it would still be a grand finale.

Therefore, this wave of resistance was actually inevitable!

……

Qin State, Xianyang —

Just as had been said before, after seeing Bai Zhong off, Ying Mu stood outside a courtyard wall, gazing absently at the large white banner in the marching army. He vaguely understood the profound meaning behind the King of Qin leading the entire court officials to Ba Shang to see off General Wang Jian and others.

Just as Ying Mu stood on a high stool in front of the courtyard wall, pondering the crowd cheering "Long live the Emperor!" to the white banner, four riders turned around from the corner behind him.

"Young Master!" Chang Sheng and his companions rode their horses to the courtyard and dismounted.

Ying Mu turned around and looked at the four people who were fully clad in leather armor and holding weapons. He suddenly sighed and said, "On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes. Be careful, everyone."

A seemingly ordinary sentence brought tears to the eyes of Lou Wen, who was usually cold and aloof.

"Why must you do this, young master?"

Zhang Xian: "We were dragged out of the snow by you, young master. Without you, we would be nothing but bones by now! How would we have these skills?"

Chang Sheng patted his chest and shouted, "My life already belongs to you, young master! Let alone fighting on the battlefield, even if it means climbing mountains of knives or boiling oil, as long as you give the word, I, Chang Sheng, won't even blink an eye!"

Although his words were rude but reasonable, Lou Wen still glared coldly at Chang Sheng.

"This battle is not so simple. We only have two thousand soldiers, fifteen thousand of whom are newly arrived troops who were secretly taken over by Jia Le and his men. Which of them are usable?"

Chang Sheng pursed his lips and reluctantly shut his mouth.

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