Ying Fusu's face turned cold.
"Third brother, you are still suitable to be a general."
Not fit to be king.
Ying Jianglu's heart trembled, and his newly restored eight-faced and exquisite heart was knotted again.
He chuckled 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."
Now that his 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 upright back:
"Unification is the general trend, that is, if you can take over the Xiongnu land and occupy it and become the king. Once a hundred thousand troops arrive in such a small area, it can be conquered in an instant and turned 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 big and beautiful, okay?"
A sigh shattered the remaining hope in Ying Jianglu's heart.
"I don't want to fight with you."
Ying Jianglu 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, there was a trace of anger between 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. 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! You talk about brothers]
His hand holding the pen was gripped and he could no longer write.
He raised his head angrily and saw the warning in the prince's eyes. He held the pen in anger as if he wanted to cut it off, but the force slowly disappeared.
"Fusu will not be happy with 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 follow the example of the First Emperor in treating the Lord of Chang'an, and you must also be willing to be the Lord of Chang'an!
Leaving the pen and ink behind, Han Fei rolled up his sleeves and left, stopping as soon as he clicked.
Ying Fusu didn't take a second look at the paper left by Han Fei. He 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 a respect that "takes every word as a guideline".
"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 resistance.
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.
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 worked for Han Fei.
Han Fei, who is good at "skills", can 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 boy as a county guard, and the county magistrate is the result.
When he first arrived in Shangjun, Ying Fusu, who didn't know anything, was shocked by Han Fei's operation.
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 when Meng Tian stayed in Shang County for one day and night after finishing guarding the soul of 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 appointed a new governor of Longxi County. 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 code name in the 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 reveal himself in front of him, and Ying Fusu knew about it. Then he turned from darkness to light at Ying Fusu's place and started his old business.
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! ]
Li Mu felt sorry for Ying Fusu's refusal to cooperate with Ying Jianglu, but was not surprised.
During the past few months in Shangjun, he witnessed with his own eyes the transformation of the Prince of Qin.
Meng Tian had already finished expelling the Huns, 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 all depends on who has the most food and supplies and the most troops. An army without a stable rear area will surely lose.
Ying Jianglu smiled bitterly and said the true words 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 the situation in which he could not advance and the 47,000 cavalry were reduced to frontline garrison troops. Under such circumstances, he wanted to take the remaining cavalry back to Xianyang.
You can't open up new territories, split the earth and become a king. Ying Jianglu has no interest in being a shield for his eldest brother here. Especially when he uses his mother's strength as a shield, he is not so selfless.
Not far after leaving Jiuyuan County, there was no trace of the messenger.
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. The Qin 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, the Xiongnu Chanyu Touman's favorite, whom all the Huns praised as the most beautiful flower in the entire grassland, gave birth to a son.
Touman was overjoyed. He loved the house as much as 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 of today's Dunhuang and Wuwei. It had 100,000 or 200,000 people who could immediately mount up to fight. There are more horses than people, and the Yuezhi cavalry can have the luxury of one person and two horses!
Horses are usually synonymous with combat power in the desert.
War horses all 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 horses to go into heat, and it will be a serious problem if a group of horses goes into heat collectively 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 more than needed.
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 nomads 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 Yueshi 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 of the Xiongnu still regard him as their king in name.
If this battle is not taken up, the Huns 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 Qin, and Outuo Grassland to Donghu, and now he was going to become the enemy of Yuezhi Country. This was simply not a way for him to survive.
He gritted his teeth and recruited all the major tribes of the Xiongnu to fight against the Yuezhi Kingdom despite all his 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 official is responsible for the advancement and retreat of the group of officials. Except for the county magistrate and the county magistrate, the chief official has the most power. With such a third-in-command doing the accounting work himself, Mrs. Liu never closed her mouth today.
The Liu family's banquet was divided into three halls.
The most distinguished lobby is undoubtedly the lobby where Old Madam Liu lives. There is only one big table, and 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 just spent money to buy seats.
The birthday gifts were so large that Xiao He, the official in charge, had to sing 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, eight tables, prepared for people with status. For example, the warden in charge of the prison led several wardens to sit at a table.
"The chief official sings it himself, it's such 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? Go to Mr. Xiao quickly 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 lobby, which had the most people and the most tables. As long as there is an individual in this hall, you can 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 official Xiao He shook his head.
"Cao Shen, I can't be lazy today."
