The unrest caused by the peasant family quickly fed back to the former powerful family of South Korea, which was connected by Xinlingjun. They had already reached an agreement with Xinlingjun, or felt that there was an opportunity, or because the King of Qin's order was too strict, nearly 80% of the powerful families in Xinzheng began to gather their servants and use all weapons that could attack to attack the Qin army.

At the beginning, the Qin army was still worried about the people who appeared on the street and did not kill. When the attacks increased and more, they no longer cared about whether they were wrongly killed innocent people. The Qin army chose to kill all the living people they saw, even if the other party was probably just because the fire in the house was on fire.

The Zhang Mansion, the former residence of the Korean prime minister, was gathered in the front yard, waiting for the orders issued by the head of the family at any time.

"What are you going to do?" He had only time to open his coat and didn't care about the cold. He rushed from the back house in a hurry. Facing his son who was approaching him, he scolded him directly without caring about anything else.

"Now the turmoil in Xinzheng has arisen, and it is the time for us to take action. Whether the King of Han will be restored depends on tonight. Don't my father know what I want to do?" Zhang Ping, who supported his father who was panting because he ran too fast, explained.

"The situation is not clear, don't move rashly. If you are not careful, it will be a disaster for the extermination of the clan." He held Zhang Ping's shoulder and panted and hurriedly stopped him.

"Father, you are too worried. With Xinling Jun taking the lead, what else will happen? The King of Qin can only sit in the palace and wait for the King of Qin to kill. I, Han, can not only restore the country, but also take this opportunity to kill Hangu Pass to avenge the shame of destroying the country." Zhang Ping took off the cloak on his body and put it on his father who was trembling because of the cold.

"The King of Qin is so easy to kill. How can one underestimate the people who can destroy my Korean backhand? Our best choice now is to sit and see success or failure, rather than take action at this time. Besides, even our people cannot affect the success or failure of Xinlingjun and others." Zhang Kaidi persuaded hard.

If he could be twenty years younger, he would have gathered his servants to fight to the death with the Qin army like Zhang Ping at this time, but he was not young after all. His passion when he was young had been replaced by the family's attachment. Now he only wants to let his family and his descendants survive, rather than losing his life for the sake of illusory ideals.

"We are few, but father, you should know that the last straw is often the last straw. Father, if the Qin army is defeated because of the lack of us, then we are the sinners of Korea for the eternal period." Zhang Ping said angrily in his heart.

"You are not that important." Seeing that his son was obsessed with it, his tone of openness couldn't help but feel a little heavier.

"If everyone thinks so, and feels that whether they are doing their best does not affect the success or failure of the overall situation, then Xinzheng should still be calm at this time, not what he looks like at this time."

Zhang Ping gently pushed open the open ground and led the servants towards the door under his father's desperate gaze.

"If you leave this door, I will not recognize you as your son." Zhang Kai roared almost desperately.

Zhang Ping's body, whose back was facing open, trembled slightly, but he still didn't choose to turn around.

"Are you still unable to escape?" He murmured openly at his son who was walking out of the door.

"Grandfather, let my father go." A young figure appeared behind the open ground and held the crumbling open ground's arms.

"Liang'er, why are you here?" said with a stern voice.

"The shouts of killing outside are too loud," Zhang Liang explained.

"After tonight, I wonder how many souls Xinzheng will add." Zhang Kai said helplessly.

"The demise of a country requires enough lives to be buried with you." Zhang Liang lowered his head and said coldly.

"What did you say?" Hearing his grandson's almost cold words, he opened his eyes and felt that he might have heard it wrong.

"No matter whether South Korea can exist in the future, now, someone must sacrifice this country with his life, either because of the demise of South Korea, or because of the rebirth of South Korea." Zhang Liang's tender voice trembled at this moment.

How could he not know that his father's behavior was betting on his life, but what could he do?

Faced with the situation tonight, whether it is grandfather or father, or myself, who doesn’t know that watching the changes is the best choice.

However, their surname is Zhang, and they have been high-ranking Korean officials and nobles for generations. With their identities, how can they choose to wait and see the changes in this situation? In this way, although they can save their lives, how can they face the discussions of the world?

Can the people of their Zhang family just live in a state of survival and death?

People from the Zhang family should not have such a reputation.

Therefore, no matter whether Xinlingjun and the farmer's plan was successful or not, the people of the Zhang family must participate.

But my father didn't want to make this reputation with the life of the whole clan, so he had to take action himself, so he only brought ordinary servants. In this way, if it succeeds, everything would be easy. If it fails, my father's death can not only preserve the reputation of the family, but also have enough reasons to let the King of Qin let his family go.

After all, the father only took half of the servants away, not all of them. If the King of Qin pursued him, the Zhang family could completely blame him on his father who might have died at that time.

As for how to make the King of Qin believe it, it is another operation.

"What do you know?" He opened his eyes and asked, igniting Zhang Liang's abnormality.

"For the sake of South Korea and family, our Zhang family must have someone bleeding, and my father is this bleeding person." Zhang Liang said calmly.

As the former Korean prime minister, Zhang Kaidi was such a smart person. When he heard his grandson Zhang Liang's words, he quickly figured out the hidden meaning in his words.

"Why are you doing?" He leaned openly on the chair, and his old face instantly became completely old.

Zhang Liang looked into the distance silently, and the fire had completely illuminated Xinzheng.

Outside Xinzheng City, when the fire in the city started to burn, Jingyu and Zinniao had just loaded the frozen Six-Finger Black Hero into the prison van.

Jingyu looked at Xinzheng who was slightly red, and a trace of shock appeared on his quiet and cold face: What's wrong with Xinzheng?

"It seems that the king has miscalculated." Looking at Xinzheng's direction, the purple girl murmured to herself.

At this time, Zi Nu didn't know whether she should be happy or worried. She was as smart as hers. Seeing Xinzheng's fire, it was easy to understand the key.

Xinlingjun and the peasant family obviously realized that the plan might have been detected by the King of Qin, so they chose to attack a day in advance. The King of Qin, who thought everything was under control, was obviously not ready at this time. Otherwise, Jingyu and himself should not have appeared here, but in the palace.

Faced with this sudden change, what should you do? Zi Nu asked herself in her heart.
Chapter completed!