"General, general, we picked up some strange things." A soldier from the barbarian country walked towards Anthony excitedly.
He said to Anthony: "This thing is a bit like cloth, but it is thinner and finer than cloth."
Anthony snorted and said calmly: "Take it out and take a look."
The pawn brought the special cloth.
Anthony touched it for a while and suddenly said strangely: "Is this the paper Marco Polo mentioned?"
The pawn suddenly realized: "This thing must be paper. I heard that these papers are specially used for writing."
Immediately afterwards, the soldier pointed at the piece of paper and said, "General, please look at it. There is writing on it."
Anthony nodded.
In fact, he had already seen the words on it.
It's just that this character is written in Daqin script and he can't understand it.
Anthony turned over the paper and suddenly discovered that there were words about the Kingdom of the Gods on the back of the paper.
This piece of paper is actually bilingual.
Anthony looked at the title and suddenly realized: "Is this the newspaper Marco Polo said?"
Anthony found that it was actually good to keep Marco Polo, at least he could know some of the weird things brought by Great Qin.
Then Anthony started reading the newspaper.
He looked at it for a while and laughed.
The pawn asked with great interest: "Sir, what is said in this?"
Anthony said: "Qin people bitten dogs. Haha."
The pawn waited quietly.
Anthony said: "Among the Qin soldiers, there was a man named Wang Wu. This man seemed to have written something that offended their general. The so-called general was petty and pretended to let Wang Wu go back, but secretly sent Someone assassinated him.”
"As a result, these assassins were clumsy and failed to kill him. Wang Wu not only escaped, but also wrote down these experiences and distributed them everywhere."
"Hahaha, that Qin general was really embarrassed this time."
Anthony smiled, feeling something strange in his heart.
It turned out that this Qin general was just as unlucky as himself, and had the same troublemakers under his command. He also chose the same method to get rid of this troublemaker.
For a moment, Anthony felt a sympathy for the Qin general.
Although he had never met Feng Quli, he suddenly felt a sympathy for Feng Quli.
Anthony shook his head and said with emotion: "It's a pity that the two of us are each other's masters and can only be enemies."
"However, this Great Qin general is quite unlucky, at least much more unlucky than me."
Anthony thought and shook his head sympathetically.
As a result, after Anthony turned over the newspaper, he was suddenly surprised to see a photo.
The man in this photo is none other than Marco Polo.
"Why is Marco Polo's portrait up here? And the portrait looks too similar, right?" Anthony was amazed.
Suddenly, he remembered Marco Polo's words, and his heart moved: Could this be the legendary photo? Has his soul been taken away? The people of Qin are really cruel.
Anthony stared at the photo sympathetically for a while, and suddenly his heart moved: "That's wrong. Wasn't Marco Polo killed by me? Why is his photo here? And those people around him seem to be the assassins I sent there."
Anthony became more and more puzzled, and then began to read the words in the newspaper.
In less than three minutes, he tore the newspaper into pieces.
Just now he was sympathetic to the Qin generals, but now Anthony suddenly realized that he was also an unlucky man.
Marco Polo was rescued by the Qin people. Not only was he rescued by the Qin people, but he was also published in the newspapers.
Not only was it in the newspapers, but the newspapers were distributed to many people.
Anthony stood up suddenly and said to the people around him: "Quickly, collect everyone's newspapers. Don't allow any of them to be circulated."
The deputy general responded and quickly sent someone to collect the newspaper.
Half an hour later, all the newspapers were put away.
Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the newspapers to be burned.
The newspaper was burned, and Anthony asked the lieutenant: "Have those soldiers read the newspaper?"
The deputy general nodded slowly: "Now there is bad news and good news. I don't know which one the general wants to hear first."
Anthony: "..."
He sighed and said quietly: "There has been too much bad news recently, let's hear the good news first."
The lieutenant general responded and said to Anthony: "Most of our soldiers are illiterate. Although they got the newspaper, they actually don't know what the content of the newspaper is."
After hearing this, Anthony breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he asked, "So what's the bad news?"
The deputy general said to Anthony: "The bad news is that there are a few people who are still literate. After reading it, these people also remembered the content in their hearts."
"The other soldiers didn't know what this newspaper was for, but your Majesty just ordered people to collect all the newspapers. These illiterate soldiers became curious."
"They asked the literate people one after another to know what the contents of the newspaper were. And those literate people were so proud that they spread the contents of the newspaper."
"So... the contents of the newspaper are now known to everyone in the entire army, and everyone is aware of it."
"What the hell..." Anthony spit out a mouthful of old blood.
He said feebly to the lieutenant: "So, those soldiers are very dissatisfied now?"
The deputy general nodded: "The soldiers said that the general just regarded Marco Polo as a hero, but in the blink of an eye he wanted to kill him again."
"From now on, they no longer dare to trust the general."
Anthony sighed tiredly, and said feebly to the deputy general: "Do you have any good ideas that can save the situation?"
The deputy general said: "This... is a bit difficult."
Anthony thought for a long time and suddenly said: "This newspaper was made by the Qin people. We might as well say that the things in the newspaper are rumors. I hope the soldiers will not believe it."
The deputy general smiled bitterly: "General, I have photos."
The deputy general took out a newspaper, pointed to the photo on it and said: "General, please look at this photo. In this photo, our man is holding a sword and pointing at Marco Polo. The photo is clear and clear."
"How can we deny this? This is impossible to deny."
Anthony thought for a while and said to the deputy general: "What if we say that this photo is also fake?"
The lieutenant general shook his head: "No way. Most of the soldiers have heard Marco Polo's stories, and they are also quite familiar with the magical things of the Qin people."
"There is a saying now circulating in the military, saying that as we all know, photos cannot be faked, so this photo is definitely true, so the content in this newspaper is definitely true. So... the general really sent people to hunt down Marco Polo. "
Anthony said helplessly: "Could it be that... there is no room for change in this matter?"
The deputy general was silent for a while and whispered: "Maybe there is, but the general has not thought of it for a while."
Anthony nodded and said to the lieutenant: "Think about it again, let's all think about it again."
The deputy general nodded and agreed.
Then, the two men thought about it all night, and found out the next morning that hundreds more soldiers had escaped.
If this continues, there will be no need to fight anymore, and all these soldiers will escape.
Alas, I am really worried.
People's hearts are broken and it's hard to lead the team.
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"Alas, these soldiers are really difficult to lead." Feng Quili couldn't help but sigh.
I don't know why, but when Feng Quli woke up from his sleep today, he found that everyone in the army had strange eyes.
As the commander-in-chief of an army, no matter where he goes, these Qin soldiers should be respectful.
But now...
There is a very strange phenomenon happening now.
These Qin soldiers were also very respectful, but there was a hint of indifference in their respect.
There was even a hint of ridicule or contempt.
Feng Quili wanted to find fault with them, but he couldn't.
I want to ignore their looks, but I can't.
Could it be...that I'm too sensitive?
Feng Quli thought silently in his heart.
When he was having lunch, he finally couldn't help it anymore and said to Feng Jia: "What happened? Why do I always feel weird?"
Feng Jia was silent for a long time and said to Feng Quili: "Master, there is one thing that I have never dared to tell you. I am worried that the master will not be able to bear it."
Feng Quili frowned and said, "What can't I bear? You just say it's okay."
Feng Jia coughed dryly and said, "We have received a lot of newspapers recently."
Feng Quli said: "It's just a newspaper, what's the point?"
Feng Jia said: "It's not an ordinary newspaper, it's a special edition of the General Tabloid."
Feng Quili frowned: "Special edition?"
The General tabloid is a relatively unscrupulous newspaper. Catching wind and shadow, best at revealing the privacy of powerful people.
The scariest thing about the General tabloid is the special edition.
The quality of special editions is generally better, and they are more expensive. The most important thing is that they are rich in content and larger in size.
Every time they heard about a special edition, the dignitaries in Xianyang City would tremble with fear and fear all day long.
Now...the General tabloid has published another special edition?
Recalling what Feng Jia said just now, Feng Quili said worriedly: "This special edition... won't it have something to do with me?"
Feng Jia nodded with difficulty.
Feng Quli: "..."
He took a deep breath and said, "What exactly is the content inside?"
Feng Jia carefully took out a newspaper.
The newspaper was folded, and the part about Feng Quli was hidden at the very end. This was because he was worried about Feng Quli being embarrassed.
After Feng Quili took the newspaper, he saw Anthony's name at first sight.
Anthony was Feng Quli's old rival, and Feng Quli was immediately attracted to him.
Could it be...is this something I cannot accept?
Feng Quli watched and thought secretly in his heart.
After watching it for a while, he couldn't help but laugh: Hahaha, Anthony, this idiot, failed in the assassination and was even published in the newspaper.
The most embarrassing thing in the world is probably nothing more than this, right?
Feng Quili smiled and shook his head.
After he laughed for a while, he suddenly remembered something: What Anthony did was a bit similar to me.
Suddenly, Feng Quli felt a sense of sympathy for Anthony.
While he was gloating about his misfortune, he also felt a little sympathy for Anthony, the unlucky guy.
Feng Quli sighed for a while and said casually: "It's a pity that we each have our own masters. Otherwise, maybe we can be friends."
"We assassinated the troublemakers in the army at the same time. Unfortunately, Anthony failed. And I..."
Having said this, Feng Quili suddenly raised his head.
He glanced at Feng Jia and said, "I asked you to assassinate Wang Wu before. How did things go? Has any news come back?"
Feng Jia coughed dryly and said, "Master, you will know after you turn over the newspaper."
Feng Quili was slightly startled and turned over the newspaper.
Good guy, a whole page is filled with Wang Wu’s accusations.
After Wang Wu wrote a diary of Wang Wu, his writing skills improved by leaps and bounds. This accusation was written in blood and every sentence was written in tears.
He described Feng Quli as dishonest, despicable, obscene, and simply the scum of the world.
Feng Quili suddenly felt dizzy and his chest felt tight.
He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Feng Jia quickly came over and helped Feng Quili.
Feng Quili took a breath and said to Feng Jia: "Quickly, collect the newspapers quickly."
Feng Jia said with a cry: "I'm afraid it's too late."
Feng Quili sighed, suddenly feeling the urge to die.
He finally understood now why all the soldiers in the army looked at him with contempt.
Feng Quli glanced at Feng Jia and said weakly: "Now...what can we do?"
Feng Jia shook his head.
In fact, Feng Jia has a suggestion, which is to get out as soon as possible and leave this place.
Feng Jia also saw that if he stayed here, things would only get worse.
Originally, when we just received the emperor's order, we could just go back to Xianyang City.
At that time, the battle was at best ineffective, and His Majesty was unhappy for only two days.
Later, it turned out to be a copy of the art of war that banished immortals. Simply ruined.
Now he was accused of assassinating a fellow soldier, and was exposed by the general's tabloid.
If you return to Xianyang City like this, you won't be accused, right?
Why didn't Feng Quli know this? With his eyes closed, he was engaged in a battle between heaven and man.
Do I still have a chance to make a comeback? Feng Quili thought silently.
But after much thought, he could never think of a way.
Could it be that... I am about to capsize in this gutter?
Feng Quili was a little unwilling.
At this time, Feng Jia next to him suddenly said: "Master, I feel that there is only one person in this world who is so smart and talented who can save the master."
Feng Quili quickly asked: "Who is it? Tell me quickly."
Feng Jia whispered: "It's the banished immortal, Huai Guzi."
Feng Quili's face suddenly turned pale: "You want me to beg him?"
Feng Jia said: "In the past, Lian Po took the blame and asked for punishment. Isn't it a good story for the ages? Moreover, what he did when he banished the immortals has already told us that in this era when people's hearts are not ancient, the only way to survive is to be shameless."
