The next day.
Xianyang City.
Eight Young Master's Mansion.
The sun rises in the east.
Ying Ziye releases the energy of the black-armored dragon every day, swallowing up the purple energy from the east.
Then he took a bath, washed himself, and put on black armor with the head of a dragon.
Ying Ziye sent someone to call Han Xin, Fan Kui and others, and said: "Follow me and go to reward the three armies!"
"Here!"
Han Xin, Fan Kuai and others responded respectfully.
Meat and wine were prepared early in advance.
When Ying Ziye rushed to the military camp with his people, Xiao He had already led the government officials to bring carts of wine.
Huotou Camp also prepares meat early, including beef, sheep, pigs, dogs, chickens, ducks and fish!
Fruits and vegetables are abundant.
All are provided by Ba Gongzi Mansion.
"I'm waiting for the Eighth Young Master!"
The officers and soldiers of the army gathered together at some unknown time, came to wait, and consciously left an open space.
Seeing Ying Ziye's arrival, countless soldiers roared excitedly, with smiles on their faces.
Especially the Eighth Young Master was wearing a suit of armor, just like them.
This made the soldiers extremely friendly.
"Hello, officers and soldiers, thank you for your hard work, officers and soldiers!"
Ying Ziye smiled warmly and looked around.
He waved to the soldiers on both sides of the road, especially cordially.
"I'm here to say sorry if I disturbed your soldiers' training."
"I came here today just to celebrate the victory of the war between the Qin Dynasty and the South Vietnam Kingdom with everyone. I brought some wine, meat, melons and fruits to reward everyone!"
The loud voice sounded.
"It's not hard work!"
"We volunteered to welcome Mr. Hachi!"
"When the Eighth Young Master comes, why should we not welcome him?"
"What's more, you still reward me, hahaha, to be honest, Eighth Young Master is too polite!"
The leading generals and officers laughed happily.
"Hahaha, this is my honor."
Ying Ziye smiled heartily.
Welcomed by a group of soldiers, they arrived at the open-air school platform that had been arranged for a long time.
There are dozens of seats placed on it, and there are also seats all around the platform.
Some wine and meat were already placed on the table, and soldiers continued to bring wine and wine from the car, and meat dishes from Huotou Camp.
"Eighth Young Master!"
"Come this way!"
"Please take the main seat!"
Dozens of generals guarded Ying Ziye and sat on the main seat on the platform.
"Okay, okay, thank you brothers!"
Ying Ziye patted several people on the shoulders and said with a smile, "Everyone, please sit down."
Such behavior immediately made everyone feel more friendly.
They were flattered to be called brothers to the Eighth Young Master.
"Don't dare, don't dare!"
But at this moment, the generals replaced themselves as Ying Ziye's confidants.
Take a look, take a look, this is the Eighth Young Master's recognition of us!
The soldiers below were even more envious and jealous, wishing to replace him.
Everyone sat down, but seemed a little reserved.
He looked at Ying Ziye without saying a word.
"Today, I am here to celebrate the victory of the conquest of Nanyue with you!"
Ying Ziye stood up and held up a bronze bottle to pay respect to the soldiers.
Wow!
Seeing this, everyone raised their glasses and stood up.
"At this moment, there is no difference in status between us. We are all brothers who can trust each other with our lives on the battlefield!"
After Ying Ziye finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
The eyes of the generals sitting next to him and the surrounding soldiers were red and moist.
The fact that His Highness the Eighth Young Master treated them with such respect touched the hearts of countless soldiers.
You treat me as a national scholar, and I should repay you as a national scholar!
A scholar dies for his bosom friend!
"Congratulations to the Great Qin, congratulations to His Majesty, and congratulations to the Eighth Young Master!"
All the generals shouted loudly, bowed and drank all the wine in their glasses.
They understood that this was not the right time to say that they were willing to die for the Eighth Young Master.
Thousands of words are combined into one sentence.
Countless soldiers in the audience also bowed and worshiped, shouting excitedly.
Ying Ziye sat down again, and all the soldiers also sat down one after another.
Countless soldiers moved their chopsticks excitedly, drank heavily, and ate meat.
Ying Ziye and the generals also drank and laughed, discussing martial arts and interesting things about the attack on South Vietnam.
"Eighth Young Master, the environment in South Vietnam is so miserable that you can't even ride a horse to your heart's content!"
A general with thick eyebrows and wide eyes couldn't help complaining to Ying Ziye: "And there are too many mosquito bites in South Vietnam, and the subordinates are miserable. They have to get up in the middle of the night to fight mosquitoes."
"Usually when I wake up, my eyes are black, so everyone jokes that I was sucked in by a female ghost."
Another general with a strong physique and thin cheeks said with emotion: "Thanks to the medicinal wine invented by Eighth Young Master!"
"Otherwise, our cultivation is so strong that poisonous insects would not dare to approach, but our subordinates would have their essence sucked by female ghosts every day..."
At this point, the soldiers burst out laughing.
The soldiers on the side also turned red when they heard the conversation.
Ying Ziye also smiled, chatted and laughed, and blended in with the soldiers.
Although Han Xin was taciturn, he occasionally spoke and said a few words.
Many officers and soldiers of Great Qin also knew Han Xin's temperament and didn't care.
Xiao He, on the other hand, mingled with the soldiers very naturally, and within a moment they became brothers.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
A banquet to reward the three armies was held from morning to noon.
Many soldiers came off the field to rotate defense.
The spring breeze blows lightly, softly and gently, bringing a little bit of coolness.
The sun is shining brightly, making you feel comfortable.
Ying Ziye was also very happy. He leaned gently on the seat, squinted his eyes slightly, raised his glass and said with a smile: "Comrades, brothers!"
"I, Ying Ziye, am only the weakest this year, nine out of ten."
"However, he can defeat the river dragon, overwhelm the royal city, destroy Nanyue, kill the Red Dragon Luck, and kill the barbarian king with his sword!"
"Watching and closing vertically and horizontally, smiling proudly in the sky!"
"The expansion of territory for the Great Qin Empire is not due to me alone, but to all the officers and soldiers and the people who supported the logistics!"
Under the sunlight, Ying Ziye seemed to be covered with a layer of divine glory.
Just at this time.
Drums sound.
Shock the world!
Several generals came out in person and beat drums to cheer up Ying Ziye.
The wind howled.
The black dragon flag of Daqin is buzzing.
Ying Ziye stood up, held up his wine glass, walked off the platform, and said, "I came here today for two reasons. One is to contribute to South Vietnam."
"Secondly, my young master is getting married soon, so I'll celebrate it with the soldiers first!"
Say it.
Ying Ziye raised his glass again, looked around at the countless soldiers, and drank all the wine in the glass.
"good!"
"Eighth Young Master is very happy, I will celebrate today first."
"I wish the Eighth Young Master and General Bai Ying a happy and harmonious life for thousands of years to come!"
"May the Eighth Young Master..."
There were sounds of congratulations.
Countless soldiers cheered and bowed with smiles.
Bai Ying is also a general in the army. As a woman, she leads the army to kill the enemy, so they naturally respect her very much.
With Ying Ziye together, countless soldiers felt that this was the way it should be.
"Only General Bai Ying is worthy of the Eighth Young Master, and only the Eighth Young Master is worthy of being General Bai Ying!"
"This is a perfect match!"
"As for the eldest son Fusu, a frail young man who talks about benevolence, justice and morality, then don't come and cause trouble..."
This is the simple thought in the hearts of the soldiers.
If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Fusu was the son of His Majesty the First Emperor, they would probably have shouted it out.
"I have asked my father for merit for you. No matter you are generals, officers, soldiers or civilians, you will all be rewarded!"
Ying Ziye said at the end: "In the past, there were many corrupt nobles and marquises in Da Qin. They were greedy for the interests of the empire, damaged the foundation of the empire, colluded with South Vietnamese Baiyue and other barbarians, and smuggled salt and iron books!"
"Father and I have killed many people, and now your soldiers have destroyed the South Vietnam Kingdom. This great achievement is enough to at least give birth to nearly a hundred marquises and many nobles!"
"It is estimated that it won't be long before the decree comes. I hope you will not forget your original intention and serve the Qin Dynasty wholeheartedly. You will not follow in the footsteps of the former..."
When all the generals heard this, their eyes suddenly glowed with gold.
Hundreds of marquises!
I'm afraid most of them can get it.
Even if you can't be made a marquis, you can still be promoted to several levels of titles.
Countless soldiers are also excited. The Marquis does not need to think about it, but it is still possible to upgrade his title to obtain gold, silver, jewelry and land.
"If someone dares to violate the laws of the empire, it will harm the interests of the empire."
Ying Ziye looked around, his eyes flashing with coldness, and said in a deep voice: "Then, I can either ask for merit and be knighted for you, or I can take it back and kill those who are disloyal to the empire!"
The words fell.
The sound of mountains roaring and tsunami echoed.
"I will definitely remember the Eighth Young Master's lesson today, serve the Qin Empire wholeheartedly, and will never dare to harm the interests of the empire!"
All the soldiers' hearts trembled, and they all respectfully bowed and remembered it firmly.
Don’t forget your original intention!
My original intention will never change...
Ying Ziye looked down at everyone and nodded with satisfaction.
I don’t know how to be kind to them, but also to be powerful.
Combining grace and power is the way of an emperor!
