(Two in one, a 4,000-word chapter)
Upon hearing the words "Wu Anjun", Wang Ye's hand holding Qin Jian trembled slightly.
Those who are martial and peaceful use martial arts to rule the world and use prestige to stabilize the country.
Although the first Lord Wu'an in the world was Su Qin who was canonized by Marquis Zhao Su, whenever people mention Lord Wu'an, they always call him "Bai Qi".
As Bai Qi led the Qin army to conquer the world, the title of Lord Wu An also became the title pursued by many famous military strategists, but Wang Yan was definitely an exception.
In his eyes, Bai Qi, the general he has followed for decades, is the only person in the world who is qualified to be called Wu'an Lord, so he will not covet the title "Wu'an Lord".
But it is a pity that the title Wu'anjun was given. After Du You committed suicide in Bai Qi's year, there is no longer Wuanjun in the world.
"Wu Anjun..."
A trace of confusion flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, but this confusion was quickly suppressed by anger.
After decades of fighting in the military, his character has become incomparable and firm. In addition, Wang Ye does not believe in ghosts and gods, so he is naturally a little dismissive of Zhang Ji's words.
He went to see Mr. Wu An?
Go to Duyou and see the corpse of Lord Wu An, who was filled with resentment because he committed suicide!
The broad Qin Sword made a sound of breaking through the air. The astonishingly long and heavy Qin Sword was vigorously wielded by Wang Ye, a veteran, and slashed continuously.
Zhang Ji saw Wang Ye angry and pulled out the Zhanlu sword from his waist.
The crisp sound of gold and iron came out as the two long swords collided. Wang Yan's Qin sword was repelled time and time again by Zhang Ji without any suspense.
After all, Wang Ye is still old.
As an old general in his seventies, his physical strength was severely depleted by continuous slashing without rest. Coupled with the fact that his blood was getting weaker with age, he already knew that it would be difficult for him to have a chance to kill Zhang Ji. .
But the reason why he didn't continue to take action was not because of this, but because of the sword in Zhang Ji's hand.
The dark sword body and the calm temperament were very representative, especially since Zhan Lu's sword edge did not exude any murderous aura. Wang Ye recognized the origin of this sword at a glance.
"Zhan Lujian..." Wang Ye's eyes flashed with a look of reminiscence.
When he was young, he and Bai Qi, who was just the commander of the village at that time, had the honor to meet Zhang Yi, the prime minister and Lord Wu Xin of that year, and gained Zhang Yi's respect. Then they served under Wei Ran, who was not yet Ranghou at that time, and they had Later came to the fore.
Later, Zhang Yi was dismissed as prime minister by King Wulie of Qin. He and Bai Qi also lamented the injustice of King Wulie of Qin.
But I didn't expect...it was Bai Qi who received even more unfair treatment later.
"You are Zhang Ji, the descendant of Lord Wu Xin, right?"
Wang Ye put away the Qin sword, with a solemn face and said in a deep voice.
He once heard that Zhang Yi's great-grandson was recognized by Zhan Lujian and trained by Luo Wen, and brought many benefits to Qin.
For example, paper and books, for the veteran generals of the Qin State like the Wang family, could only be supplied to the direct line of the Wang family and some of the most gifted Wang family children. It was impossible for everyone to have books to read. Just literacy.
After paper and books became cheaper and cheaper, the children of the Wang family could afford to read, so they generals were quite grateful to Zhang Ji.
In addition, there are Zhang Ji's monthly dividends to Qin, which is enough to be worthy of a great contribution, not to mention the information about the five kingdoms' alliance.
As one of the three giants of the Qin State's military, Wang Ye was naturally qualified to know the intelligence about the five-nation alliance that Zhang Ji had sent back.
Although Wang Ye was resentful because of Bai Qi's death, he still loved this country. Zhang Ji's information could save many lives of Qin soldiers. Such behavior was naturally worthy of Wang Ye's gratitude.
"yes."
When Zhang Ji saw Wang Yan sheathing his sword, he also put away the Zhanlu sword.
"You know my plan, right?"
"yes."
"So you are here to stop me, right?"
"yes."
Wang Ye took a few deep breaths, leaned against a standing tree, wiped the sweat that was about to drip from his forehead, and chatted with Zhang Ji, but Zhang Ji always gave the same answer, just silently. He looked at the old general quietly.
"Wu Xinjun has a good descendant, but it is a pity that he has to serve in the Qin State." After his breathing calmed down, Wang Ye couldn't help but sigh, looked at Zhang Ji with a somewhat complicated look, and said: "Your ancestor Wu Xinjun Zhang Yi was killed by Qin Wulie The king expelled Qin, and Lord Wu An..."
"In the past, when King Zhaoxiang attacked HD, Lord Wu'an remonstrated three times. King Zhaoxiang refused to listen and was defeated. As a result, Lord Wu'an was sentenced to death and committed suicide."
"A famous general who had never been defeated died in a war he had never participated in..."
"You know that I rebelled because of the unfair treatment suffered by Lord Wu An, but it is obvious that your ancestors, Lord Wu Xin and Lord Wu An, had almost similar endings... They both ended up miserable because of the kings of Qin, so why are you still there? Want to serve the Qin royal family?"
Wang Ye seemed a little angry and punched the pillar he was leaning on behind him.
However, Zhang Ji looked at Wang Ye with an increasingly weird look, and asked suspiciously: "Old General, the death of Lord Wu An may not be related to the late King Zhaoxiang...haven't you heard of other legends about Lord Wu An's death? "
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ji's words were met with a sneer from Wang Yan.
"Haha, the twenty-four formations of Dize?"
Wang Ye's sneer soon turned into laughter. The laughter was hearty and long-lasting, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, until he was almost out of breath from laughing.
"It has been less than twenty years since Wu'an Jundu passed away. Do people in this world believe the so-called story that the six elders of the peasant family were killed by Jie Di Ze in twenty-four formations?"
"Hahahahahaha! What a big joke! Has everyone in the world forgotten that Lord Wu An has a nickname besides 'human massacre'!"
"How could the majestic 'God of Military Formations' be killed by the twenty-four great formations of Dize, which are composed of six elders from a mere peasant family? Ridiculous!"
The look of disdain on Wang Ye's face became stronger and stronger, full of disdain and murderous intent towards the farmers.
He was seriously injured due to the HD defeat and was recuperating at home. Apart from hearing that Bai Qi's resentment was eliminated by Taoism by 60%, he had no idea what happened that year.
But he knew that even if Wu Anjun Bai Qi was filled with resentment, he would never lose to any formation!
As the god of military formations, he firmly believes that no formation in the world can defeat Wu'an Jun Bai Qi!
And these idiots from the farm family dare to tarnish Lord Wu An’s reputation like this!
If the base camp of the peasant family was not in Qi State, otherwise he would definitely send troops to attack and massacre the peasant family!
"It seems that the old general doesn't know the truth about Lord Wu An's death that year." Zhang Ji shook his head and looked at Wang Yan with a look full of regret, "If Lord Wu An knew what the old general was planning today, I'm afraid he would Very disappointed in the old general."
"Boy, what do you mean?"
Hearing the word "truth", Wang Ye pushed the pillar behind him and quickly walked towards Zhang Ji with the help of his strength. The armor on his body made a crisp clanking sound due to Wang Ye's movements.
"According to the top-secret information recorded in the Mohist family, it is true that with the help of Taoist Bei Mingzi, 60% of the resentment in Wu Anjun's body was eliminated, but he fell into madness again because he was besieged by the six elders of the peasant family. In order to no longer Falling into madness, Lord Wu An chose to commit suicide."
"You fart!" Wang Ye swung his fist at Zhang Ji, but Zhang Ji blocked it with his fist. However, Wang Ye did not stop, but continued to wave his fist until he was out of breath and even breathing felt uncomfortable. Smooth. "How could Mr. Wu An be so heroic? How could he not be able to resist that mere resentment! How could he kill himself for it!"
"Because he is Lord Wu An!"
Zhang Ji interrupted Wang Ye rudely.
He knew that Wang Ye had actually believed this argument. Those who had seen the resentment wrapped around Bai Qi with their own eyes definitely knew better than him how troublesome those resentments were.
Wang Ye, at this moment he is not a Zuo Shu chief, let alone an old general, he is just an old man who is unwilling to accept reality.
When a person has been planning for a certain cause for twenty years, but once he learns that the reason for his struggle is false and wrong, then everyone will question the so-called "truth."
To put it bluntly, he just doesn't want to accept reality.
This is human nature.
Zhang Ji looked at the white-haired old man in front of him and said loudly, "An is the country. Lord Wu An fought his whole life for this land, for the people on this land, and for the country he served, not for Pure selfish desires.”
Wang Ye fell to the ground. The old general who originally gave people an image of being old and strong suddenly became sluggish, his straight waist gradually bent down, and his strong body became rickety little by little.
There is no need to verify the authenticity of Zhang Ji's words because it is not necessary.
With or without him, Zhang Ji could already mobilize the Pingyang Heavy Armor Army to rescue Ying Zheng, so Zhang Ji did not really need his help, and naturally there was no need to deceive him.
Moreover, as the leader of the Mo family, it was too despicable to make up this long series of stories to deceive himself.
This is not the era in later generations where you can cut off the hair of your parents to deceive the enemy. There are still some tacit bottom lines between people, and they are bottom lines that cannot be easily overturned.
Therefore, Wang Yan, who completely believed Zhang Ji's words, became more and more decadent. Although he was wearing the heavy armor that only senior generals of the Qin State were qualified to wear, he looked like an old man who was about to die. It was impossible to imagine that he was the same as the one just now. How relevant is the mighty old general.
This was the reason why the breath he had been holding for nearly twenty years suddenly disappeared.
Faith has supported this old general, who is full of trauma, to this day. But when the faith is no longer firm or even dispersed, the old general's vitality also begins to pass away.
In other words, Wang Ye himself was determined to die.
He violated his family tradition of loyalty to Qin and colluded with Lao Ai to murder Ying Zheng, only to find out that his so-called revenge was a joke...
Looking at Wang Ye, who was gradually losing his breath, Zhang Ji suddenly said: "Old general, do you still remember what I said when I first entered the commander's tent?"
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Outside the handsome tent
"Meng Qianchang, the generals have organized their armies and are ready to set out at any time. I wonder where the king's envoy is..."
A Qin general looked at Meng Tian without any hesitation. He saw that there were nearly a hundred Qin soldiers holding the Qin King's golden seal.
Coupled with the relationship between Meng Tian's grandfather and father, no one questioned Meng Tian's false military orders, and no one suspected that he might betray the Qin State.
Meng Tian held Chang Ge in his hand and glanced at the handsome tent with the curtain down. He didn't answer, but his solemn eyes showed his worry at the moment.
As the eldest grandson of the Meng family, and who happened to be stationed at Wu Sui on the Qin-Korean border, Meng Ao, as one of the three giants of the Qin military today, would naturally tell Meng Tian the news that Ying Zheng had left Xianyang and entered South Korea.
The old Meng Ao is still clear-headed. Unlike Wang Yan who is biased towards Lao Ai and neutral He Gong, Meng Ao's mind is very clear-headed.
After all, Lu Buwei was old and tired of government affairs, and his health was not as good as before.
But Ying Zheng is not yet twenty years old, and he has enough capital to survive Lu Buwei.
Lu Buwei's two sons, Lu Zhan and Lu Hui, are ordinary mediocre people. They are not incompetent, but they do not have the structure and means of Lu Buwei. It is impossible for them to control the government like Lu Buwei.
Therefore, the future must belong to Ying Zheng, the King of Qin.
Just like the late King Zhaoxiang, he waited until his mother, Queen Mother Xuan, Ranghou Wei Ran, and Huayang Jun Mi Rong were all old, and then expelled them in one fell swoop and regained power completely.
And if Ying Zheng wants to take a big gamble, then Meng Ao doesn't mind putting the Meng family on the line and gambling with Ying Zheng.
After all, only in this way can the Meng family catch up with the footsteps of the Pinyang family who have served Qin for generations.
Otherwise, as an outsider in Qi State, the Meng family would always be inferior to the Pinyang Wang family.
Meng Tian naturally understood his grandfather's thoughts, so he personally sent Zhang Ji to Wang Yan's commander's camp and stayed outside the camp.
The sound of conversation in the handsome tent was not heard, but the sound of gold and iron was heard for a time.
Meng Tian was not worried about Zhang Ji's safety. After all, no one in this military camp could beat a top-notch master like Zhang Ji. What he was worried about was Wang Ye's stance.
No matter the reason, rebellion is a serious crime for the Yi tribe.
In fact, he could tell that something was wrong with Wang Ye from his previous action of ordering his personal guards to intercept Zhang Ji from entering the commander's tent.
But after all, he was a long-time friend of his grandfather Meng Ao, and he was an elder who taught him the art of war like a teacher. He was also the general of the Qin Dynasty and the commander of Zuo Shu. He shouldn't speculate on Wang Yan's intentions like this, but it was obvious...he It should still be...
Suddenly, a rustling sound interrupted Meng Tian's sigh.
That was the sound made when the armor plates collided. He was dressed in black heavy armor, with a Qin sword hanging on his waist, and walked out of the commander's tent with a big ax in his hand.
His face was completely devoid of the decadent look just now, but rather rosy, and there was a hint of bright color in his eyes that represented faith and hope.
"Meng Tian Qianchang, how are you executing the military orders that the King's envoy ordered you to deliver just now?"
Wang Ye looked at Meng Tian with a smile. Now he had thought it through.
Therefore, he was very happy to see that Meng Tian did not make the wrong choice like his previous self.
"The army has been organized and ready to go at any time!"
Wang Ye looked at Meng Tian with a pair of tiger eyes with relief.
Presumably after this incident, Meng Tian would also fall into the eyes of the young King of Qin for helping Zhang Ji mobilize the Pingyang Heavy Armor Army.
Wang Ye held the big ax high, turned over and mounted the war horse brought by his guards, and pulled the reins.
The war horse raised its front hooves and made an excited neighing sound.
He did not explain the causes and consequences in detail to the generals. Wang Ye never felt that military orders required so much explanation to his subordinates.
In other words, military orders never need to be complicated.
Wang Ye shouted: "Let's go! Go and take our king home!"
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(End of chapter)
