When the coldness of winter was blown away by the spring breeze, time entered the third year of the Qin Dynasty.
Ying Zheng's sixteenth birthday has passed, and Cheng Yu is about to get married.
Ying Zheng's life is still so simple. He studies the theories of hundreds of schools of thought, and uses his strange ways to polish his martial arts. He serves as a "shrine-shaking artifact" in the court meetings every ten days. Of course, in this boring life,
, after all, there are other colors due to the existence of the Salamander.
However, in this kind of life, there is always a hint of surprise.
Some people, unwilling to be lonely after all, forcefully add drama to their own situation, so that their names appear on Ying Zheng's desk.
In the back hall of Xianyang Palace, Prime Minister Lu Buwei, General Meng Ao, and Xiong Qi, the commander of the Imperial Palace, were kneeling in front of Ying Zheng's desk, all staring at the bamboo slips on Ying Zheng's desk.
Han Wangan gathered immigrants from Baiyue and organized and trained 30,000 new troops.
Zhao Jun mobilized and gathered 100,000 troops.
General Zhu Hai of Wei State went to South Korea as an envoy.
The bamboo slips don't record much, but people like Ying Zheng only see the superficial meaning. What they see is the connection behind these three things.
"General, you are a master of the art of war. What do you think of this matter?" Lu Buwei said.
"The three kingdoms of Han, Zhao and Wei should be forming an alliance." Meng Ao said.
Now three years have passed since the last Hangu Pass War. Both the Qin State and the three kingdoms of Han, Zhao and Wei have recovered from that war. Compared with the Qin State, they have experienced the war three years ago.
After the war, the alliance between Zhao and Wei became more solid. Seeing that it was profitable, South Korea would want to return to the embrace of Zhao and Wei and recreate the three-jin alliance of the past.
"Are we going to form an alliance again? It's a little early." Lu Buwei said hesitantly.
Nowadays, the Qin State's main energy is on the construction of the Guanzhong Canal, and the number of troops it can use is really not too much. If it fights the three kingdoms at the same time, it will be somewhat inadequate after all.
"Based on last year's money and food expenditures, this year, our Qin State can support a hundred thousand troops for three months of campaigning." Xiong Qi, Lord of Changping, added.
Among the three people here, one is a general in the army, one is the prime minister in charge of political power, and the other is the head of Qin's money and food. Starting a war can be planned between the three of them.
"Facing three countries at the same time, one hundred thousand people are not enough." Lu Buwei said.
"If there are 200,000 people, they can only support it for a month." Xiong Qi, Lord of Changping, said.
"It seems that the construction of Guanzhong Canal can only be postponed." Lu Buwei said thoughtfully.
Ying Zheng watched the discussion of the three important ministers in front of him quietly, without saying a word, but flipping through the memories of Qin Wangzheng's three years in his mind.
"In the third year of the Qin Dynasty, General Meng Ao attacked Han, captured thirteen cities and returned." Ying Zheng read this information from the depths of his memory.
Only South Korea, not Zhao and Wei? Ying Zheng suddenly grasped the crux of the problem.
From the information currently available, there are signs that the three kingdoms of Han, Zhao and Wei are reappearing in the Three Jin Alliance. But why did the three-year war of the Qin Dynasty only target South Korea, and only South Korea lost thirteen cities?
A guess came to Ying Zheng's mind, maybe it would be like that.
"Your Majesty, what do you think of this matter?" Meng Ao noticed the change in Ying Zheng's expression and couldn't help but think of the various surprises he encountered from time to time when teaching Ying Zheng the art of war, so he said with a glimmer of hope.
"Strike first is the strongest, and the arrow will shoot the first bird." Ying Zheng said.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?" Lu Buwei suddenly asked in shock.
"Pre-emptively, subdue South Korea before Zhao and Wei have reacted. In this way, the Three Jin Alliance will be blown away." Ying Zheng said.
"Pre-emptive strike? Isn't it too risky?" Lu Buwei thought about the possible reasons behind what Ying Zheng said.
"I think it's feasible." Meng Ao said.
Lu Buwei considered the risk of failure, but Meng Ao considered the possibility of success, so the answers he got were naturally different.
On the other hand, Xiong Qi, the Lord of Changping, said nothing, but deep in his heart, another wave of trouble had been stirred up. He discovered that the king hidden deep in the palace was more terrifying than everyone imagined.
He suddenly thought of the key to breaking the situation. If he was given time, Changping Jun believed that he could also think of such a strategy, but it had a time premise. Although he could do it, he would never be like Ying Zheng.
Like this, it only takes a moment.
It's too fast, almost like a monster.
"So, this time we are mainly targeting South Korea." Seeing Meng Ao speak, Lu Buwei said nothing more.
Meng Ao was more familiar with war than he was. All he needed to do was recruit soldiers and mobilize weapons, money and food.
When the Qin Palace had decided to direct its attack on South Korea, the situation in Xinzheng, the capital of South Korea thousands of miles away, was completely different.
In the military camp in the northern suburbs of Xinzheng, Han Wang Anzhi looked proudly at the new army he had built with his own hands. The fat body was not as fat as it would be a few years later, and there was a hint of domineering in it.
He also started his career with military exploits, and thus stood out among his brothers and became the crown prince of Korea at that time and the current king of Korea.
"Sima, when will the new army be truly trained?" Han Wangan turned to Sima Liu Yi and asked.
"Report to the king, the new army is ready to fight for the king at any time." Liu Yi, who now holds the position of Sima and ranks third in the Korean army, said firmly.
"Very good, I can't wait to conquer the fourteen cities of Shangdang that are still controlled by the Qin army. Only with Shangdang in hand, can we, the northern border of South Korea, sit back and relax." Han Wangan said with great ambition.
When his father and grandfather were in power, Korea only lost its territory, but when it comes to him, he will conquer the territory that was once lost. This is his glory.
Thinking that he would surpass the achievements of the previous two generations of Korean kings, the smile on Han Wangan's face couldn't help but get deeper.
An attribute called domineering slowly bloomed deep in his heart.
But Han Wangan never knew that his father-in-law only lost his country, but when it came to him, he lost more than just his country, he lost the country of Korea.
Of course, he hasn't imagined that long term, but soon he will recognize the cruel reality.
He will realize that his so-called domineering power is just his illusion, and he will be slapped in the head by the Qin State, shattering the dream of the British Lord. From then on, he will become a dead fat man.
Fortunately, he is in a good mood now and can have sweet dreams. Although it is only short-lived, it is a good thing after all.
At this time, he had already thought that there seemed to be a few empty palaces in his Han Palace.
"It's time to fill up Gu's harem. Among the Baiyue survivors, there seem to be a few good-looking women. My cousin from the Blood Clothes Period is also said to be the most beautiful woman in Xinzheng." King Han thought about it and couldn't help but reveal that one of them was a man.
Everyone knows the smile.
However, when his smile fell into the eyes of Sima Liu Yi beside him, the veteran general couldn't help but tense up and have an inexplicable thought.