"Third brother, you are still suitable to be a general."
Not fit to be a king.
Ying Jianglu's heart trembled, and his newly restored eight-faced and exquisite heart was knotted again.
He chuckled lightly and stood up casually.
"If my eldest brother had had this kind of character a few years ago, he would have stayed in Xianyang for the rest of his life."
Since he, the general, has come out, he must give it a try!
Ying Fusu stopped his third brother, who was walking faster and faster. His expression softened slightly, and he spoke harmoniously to his unusually tall back:
"Unification is the general trend, that is, if you can take over the Xiongnu land and occupy it as the king. Once a hundred thousand troops arrive in such a small area, they can crush it in an instant and turn it into a county of our Great Qin.
"No matter how much effort you put into it, it will just end up being a wedding dress for your brother and disciple. Why bother?"
Ying Jianglu did not turn around, he chuckled again, turned his back to his elder brother and said:
"Then please help me, eldest brother, and let General Lu make this wedding dress, make it big and beautiful, okay?"
A sigh shattered the remaining hope in Ying Jianglu's heart.
"I don't want to fight with you."
General Ying opened the door, took one foot out, looked around and saw that there was no swordsman or crossbow, he turned around and said with a smile:
"Brother should be more ruthless. For someone like Jiang Lu who doesn't want to be ordinary, it would be most beneficial to him to assassinate someone as an assassin."
"You and I are brothers."
Ying Fusu said softly.
At this moment, Ying Fusu gave Ying General Lu a sense of familiarity, and a trace of the eldest son of Da Qin who was trapped by the eunuchs and maids of Da Zheng Palace.
After General Ying left, there was no official position in Shangjun, but his real power was so great that he could command the governor of Shangjun. Han Fei, the county magistrate, came in wearing a blue shirt.
After listening to Ying Fusu's detailed account of the meeting between the brothers, a hint of anger appeared in his brows.
Pick up a pen and lay down paper, and write quickly.
【He is testing and plotting against the prince!】
[The last words he said while standing in front of the door were heard by the guards, servants, and maids, and there were many people who heard them.]
[If he died in the northwest, the prince would have nothing to do with it!]
The frost on Ying Fusu's face had long since turned into a bitter smile.
"If my third brother really died in the northwest, Fusu himself would not be able to forgive himself."
Han Fei was furious.
"Pedantic, pedantic, pedantic, pedantic!"
He spoke excitedly and stuttered for a long time before he could say two words. He was so anxious that he had to immerse himself in writing again.
[He wants to divide your land! Split your country! But you talk about brothers]
The hand holding the pen was held, and he could no longer write.
He raised his head angrily and saw that the prince's eyes were full of warning. He held the pen in anger as if he wanted to cut it off, and the force slowly disappeared.
"Fusu will not like what Han Zi is going to write next." Ying Fusu said in a deep voice: "Han Zi, don't worry, the world will be unified, there will be no attacks, and there will be no war. It will be a blessing for all people, and Fusu will not give in."
Ying Fusu let go of his hand, and Han Fei, who was worshiped by him as his teacher, had a sinking face and was still writing on the paper.
This time, Ying Fusu did not stop him.
Han Fei restarted his party.
[Prince, you must know that there is only one Lord Chang'an in the world! 】
You, Ying Fusu, are willing to imitate the First Emperor in treating the Lord of Chang'an, and you also need others to be willing to be the Lord of Chang'an!
Leaving the pen and ink behind, Han Fei rolled up his sleeves and left, finishing as soon as he clicked.
Ying Fusu didn't look at the paper left by Han Fei for a second time, lit an oil lamp, picked up the paper, and burned it cleanly in the light.
He still respects Han Fei very much, but it is no longer the respect that "every word is regarded as a model".
"There is only one Ying Fusu in this world."
The future Qin II, who would become the second king of the Qin Dynasty if nothing changed, stood up and closed the door.
"Mr. Jing, I have to trouble you again."
A figure suddenly appeared in the room, like a ghost.
His aura is almost non-existent. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would be able to detect it just by sensing it.
"Prince, please think carefully. Everyone in Ke Dao will report to your Majesty. Stuttering is smart, but what he said does not represent what your Majesty thinks. Your Majesty is a good swordsman, but everyone he cuts will be killed.
The principle of the sword.”
"Fusu understands."
Jing Ke chuckled.
"That's good, who will be stabbed this time?"
The door of the room is closed, and no words can be heard.
The development of the seven northwest counties has not been without obstacles.
The reform will affect interests, and those with vested interests will inevitably oppose the reform. Although the First Emperor ordered it, the princes of the seven northwest counties made the decision with one word.
But the First Emperor, who had the power over the world, only had absolute control over Guanzhong, not to mention Ying Fusu, who had been sent here for only a few months?
In the first few months, these people, who either worked against the situation or secretly, were all solved by Han Fei.
Han Fei, who is good at "skills", will win over a group of people, suppress a group of people, and support a group of people. He will always turn the offensive into invisible and solve the problem. He will be reduced to an errand-running Shangjun Sheriff. The result is the result.
When he first arrived in Shangjun, Ying Fusu, who didn't know anything, was astonished by Han Fei's operation and was shocked.
A few months later, Ying Fusu had gone from listening to Han Fei's explanation of strategies to participating in the formulation of strategies.
The biggest turning point was the day and night when Meng Tian deliberately stayed in Shang County after finishing guarding for his eldest father Meng Aao and returning to the northwest to guard the border county.
After a long talk with Ying Fusu.
On the fifth day, the governor of Longxi County, one of the seven northwest counties, died.
The court has never sent a new governor of Longxi County to take office. The post of governor was assigned by Ying Fusu and was temporarily replaced by Longxi Marquis Li Xin.
The Marquis of Longxi reported to the court, and the First Emperor personally approved that he could leave Longxi temporarily. He went to Shangjun to pay a visit to the Crown Prince Ying Fusu.
When he met Li Mu "occasionally", he called him uncle.
Later, the northwest became the place where the remnants of the Six Kingdoms were most active, and the number of officials assassinated and killed was the highest in the Qin Dynasty.
Ying Fusu finally used the secret knife that Ying Chengyu left for him.
Although Jing Ke's codename in Chang'an Junfu was Reckless Man, his assassination was actually not reckless at all. He was truly the number one assassin in the world.
After intercepting the assassin who assassinated Ying Fusu, he had no choice but to show his body in front of him. After Ying Fusu knew about it, he turned from darkness to light at Ying Fusu and started his old profession.
Before leaving, General Ying found Li Mu again.
"I can't help you."
Li Mu shook his head and clearly rejected Ying Jianglu.
"Mu never fights a losing battle.
[If the State of Zhao had accepted food and grass assistance from the five countries, our State of Zhao would never have been defeated in the Battle of Changping!]
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Mu felt sorry for Ying Fusu's refusal to cooperate with Ying Jianglu, but he was not surprised.
During these few months in Shangjun, he witnessed with his own eyes the transformation of the Da Qin Prince.
Meng Tian had already finished expelling the Xiongnu, and now he would lead the army to attack from seven hundred miles away.
If the seven northwest counties do not provide assistance, this is not a war, but a suicide.
The Battle of Changping taught all military strategists in the world a truth:
When a large army fights, it means fighting people and food. It depends on who has the most food and grass and the most troops. If the army does not stabilize the rear area, it will lose.
Ying Jianglu smiled bitterly and said something sincere that had been buried deep in his heart since he came to the northwest.
"Wen has Han Feizi, and military has Wu Anjun. My uncle is really partial to his eldest brother."
He did not ask Li Mu for help. In the face of such a major event, these actions would only add to the laughter.
Ying Jianglu became disheartened and returned to Jiuyuan. He wrote a letter and hastily sent it to Xianyang. This was a letter to his mother, Concubine Chu.
The letter generally described the situation in the northwest clearly, detailing his inability to advance and the situation in which the 47,000 cavalry were reduced to frontline garrison troops. Under these circumstances, he wanted to take the remaining cavalry back to Xianyang.
He can't open up new territories or split the earth to become a king. Ying Jianglu has no interest in being a shield for his eldest brother here. Especially if he uses the strength of his mother's clan as a shield, he is not that selfless.
Not far after leaving Jiuyuan County, the messenger disappeared without a trace.
Meng Tian, the lord of Jiuyuan County, read the words on the letter and threw it into the fire with an expressionless face.
In front of him was the messenger who was tied up with strips of flowers, his mouth stuffed with tattered cloth, his eyes were about to bleed, and he wanted to kill Meng Tian and then quickly.
Meng Tian drew his sword and pierced his heart with the sword. Qin's sword entered the messenger's chest and came out from his back.
One more nameless corpse in the desert.
The northwest is Ying Fusu's territory.
Jiuyuan and Yanmen on the northwest front are the territory of the Meng family.
Deep in the desert.
The Huns, who were driven back 700 miles by Meng Tian, and the Donghu, who were made miserable by Wang Ben's constant search for missing soldiers, established a non-aggression treaty between the brothers who had often fought each other.
The place where the territories on both sides connect is a grassland called Outuo.
The lush wild grass on the Outuo grassland has absorbed the blood of many Huns and Donghu people. The two forces have attacked each other countless times for this grassland.
This time, facing the common enemy Qin, the two sides agreed that neither the Donghu nor the Xiongnu could enter Outuo to graze, so as to avoid conflicts and military conflicts with each other.
This winter, Yan, whom all the Huns praised as the most beautiful flower in the entire prairie, was the favorite of Chanyu Touman, the Xiongnu, and gave birth to a son.
Touman was overjoyed. He loved the house as much as under the crow, and doted on his young son so much that he no longer felt cold even in the cold winter.
As winter passed, a piece of news reached Touman's ears. Touman felt that the news was even colder than winter.
In early March, the Yuezhi Kingdom sent troops and occupied a pasture of the Xiongnu.
The Yuezhi Kingdom was located in the area between today's Dunhuang and Wuwei. There were 100,000 or 200,000 people who could immediately mount their horses to fight. There were more horses than people. The Yuezhi Kingdom's cavalry could have the luxury of one person and two horses!
Horses are usually synonymous with combat power in the desert.
All war horses need to be castrated.
After castration, the horse will become docile and not annoying, as long as it is well fed. Otherwise, it will be difficult to get the horse to go into estrus, and it will be a serious problem if a group of horses goes into estrus during a war.
Military horses are not castrated, and there are not enough mares to mate. Just going crazy can kill people. Just feeding the mares, providing mating places, etc. is already beyond demand.
Castrated war horses are sterile, which leads to the fact that horses are often more valuable than people. There are often soldiers who can ride horses but no war horses. Therefore, cavalry has become the rarest type of arms.
Among the nomadic peoples with the largest number of horses, only the Yuezhi Kingdom can do so.
If there are many war horses, there will be few stallions.
If there are few stallions, there will be no horses.
The desert said that there are three kinds of people in the world: the people in the Central Plains, the treasure people in Qin, and the horses in the Yueshi.
The Yuezhi Kingdom has always been a representative of high combat power in the desert with its war horses that far exceed those of other nomadic peoples.
There has always been a saying in the desert - Donghu is strong but Yuezhi is prosperous.
That pasture is very fertile, but in fact, no matter whether the pasture is fertile or barren, this battle has to be fought.
Touman was the first chanyu to integrate the Xiongnu. Many tribes like the Xiongnu still regard him as their king in name.
If this battle is not taken up, the Xiongnu may fall apart overnight and once again become countless tribes fighting on their own.
Touman felt cold both physically and mentally.
Qin, Donghu, and Yuezhi are the three most powerful countries in the world.
He had just given up 700 miles to the Qin State, and the Outuo Grassland to the Donghu State, and now he was going to become the enemy of the Yuezhi State. This was simply giving him no way out.
He gritted his teeth and recruited all the major tribes of the Xiongnu to fight against the Yuezhi Kingdom despite all the reluctance.
The desert war begins.
At the same time, Peixian County.
Grandpa Liu celebrated his birthday, and all the prominent people in Pei County were present.
The magistrate of Peixian County arrived first and entered Liu's house. He sat next to Mrs. Liu and chatted with him. He was talking and laughing there, laughing out loud from time to time.
At the door, Xiao He, the chief official of Pei County, wrote down the people who came to wish him a birthday and the amount of money they brought.
The position of the chief clerk controls the advancement and retreat of the group of officials. Apart from the county magistrate and county magistrate, the chief clerk has the most power. With such a third-in-command doing the bookkeeping work himself, Mrs. Liu never closed her mouth today.
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The Liu family's banquet was divided into three halls.
The most distinguished lobby is undoubtedly the lobby where Grandpa Liu lives. There is only one big table. The magistrate of Peixian County, the magistrate of Peixian County, and the county lieutenant of Peixian County are all sitting on this table.
In addition, the heads of several aristocratic families in Peixian County, second only to the Liu family, were also present.
Accompanying him at the last table were several wealthy businessmen.
These wealthy businessmen were not among the first to sit in the first hall, they simply spent money to buy seats.
The birthday gifts were so large that Xiao He had to sing the news loudly. Liu Zhong, the second son of Mrs. Liu, walked out without being humble or haughty and welcomed the smiling businessman in.
In Pei County, only the Liu family has this confidence.
The second lobby has more tables, with eight tables, prepared for people with status. For example, the warden in charge of the prison led several wardens to sit at one table.
"The chief official sings it himself, it's really a great honor."
The warden secretly smacked his tongue and bumped his body against the warden sitting next to him who also had an envious look on his face.
"You blind person, don't you have friendship with Mr. Xiao? Come quickly to Mr. Xiao and help him write a word and sing a song. Why did I bring you here?"
"oh oh!"
The jailer woke up from a dream and hurriedly thanked the jailor:
"Thank you for your advice, sir."
He hurried to the door.
The warden watched the warden talking to Mr. Xiao, who greeted him with a smile.
Drinking water and wine, smacking your mouth, a touch of surprise and a touch of joy appeared on your face.
"This kid didn't lie to me. He really knows me. Mr. Xiao is not angry for being so reckless. It seems that our friendship is not shallow."
The warden ran past the third hall, which had the largest number of people and the most tables. Anyone in this hall could sit down by paying a certain amount of money.
He didn't notice that an old man with four moles on his forehead glanced at him accidentally. After being stunned for a moment, his eyes followed him.
"I'll write the pen for Brother Xiao."
The chief official asked Xiao He to shake his head.