He finally understood Wu Weiren's intention. He had to tell Yun Kong something, something that was closest in time... He tried his best to concentrate, regain his will, control his throat, and squeezed out four Words: "The Song Dynasty must perish!"
The soil and sand on the ground suddenly flew up, flying up one by one, breaking through the roof, and the tiles suddenly fell to the ground with a crash.
He struggled to squeeze out one more sentence: "The Jin people destroyed the Song Dynasty! The Taoist priests destroyed the country!"
"What?" Yun Kong, who was watching in shock, was even more surprised now, "Who will perish the country..."
Zhang Tieqiao's ribs suddenly shattered, causing him to lose the ability to breathe.
His heart could no longer bear it, and with a loud bang, it shattered into pieces.
His neck suddenly grew longer and twisted several times in the air.
Zhang Tieqiao finally fell to the ground.
But the air continued to penetrate into his arm, causing his arm that was split into strips to continue to twitch.
Zhang Tieqiao is dead.
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When the news reached Jiang Ning's head, it was already an hour later.
"Aji is dead?" Tuantou collapsed.
For many years, the leader of the beggar group has relied on his power to know the results of the decision-making, regardless of the size of the decision.
As soon as Zhang Tieqiao died, Tuantou collapsed instantly like a doll with its strings cut off, and collapsed on the ground.
But he was the leader after all, and he quickly regained his composure: "Why did he die?"
Bei'er briefly stated what happened.
Cloud sky. It was a name he heard.
Who is Yunkong?
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The roof of the small room penetrates a large amount of sunlight, which adds a lot of vitality to the room.
On the ground in the room, the fragmented corpse was still twitching.
Zhang Tieqiao's mouth was wide open, his tongue sticking out to bask in the sun.
His blood absorbed the heat of the sun, and the water was slowly evaporating, and the blood gradually condensed into slurry.
But Yunkong has already disappeared.
The twenty-eighth year of the First Emperor.
Just two years ago, his general Wang Ben destroyed the Qi State. Ten years of war ended, the princes ceased to exist, and the Central Plains was unified.
After unification, he began to use the title "Emperor" and called himself "First Emperor" and "I".
Therefore, this year should not be the 28th year of the First Emperor, but the third year of the First Emperor, because before that, he was called "King of Qin".
In any case, we have to refer to the name in the history books. The twenty-eighth year of the First Emperor should be the twenty-eighth year.
Among the six kingdoms, Dongfang was the latest to be included in Qin's territory. Before unification, Ying Zheng had already visited other regions. Now that Dongfang was pacified, he should also patrol eastward.
He set out east from the capital, Xianyang, and erected stone monuments along the way to commemorate his achievements.
After finally occupying the East, he must go to Mount Tai, the top of the mountains in the world, to become a Buddhist monk to show that he has become the master of the world.
He also wants to go to the East China Sea to see the sea that the barren inland Qin State will never see.
He was brewing a big plan in his mind. Like all his big plans in the past, it was unimaginable by his ancestors. It was as wild as his fantasies of building the Great Wall, building Afang, and building Lishan Mountain: He wanted to He sent Qi man Xu Fu into the sea to seek immortality.
Qi State faces the East China Sea, and it has been rumored since ancient times that there are immortal islands in the sea. Since Qi was destroyed two years ago, he immediately sent people to contact the local magistrates to find suitable alchemists to start the plan to find immortals.
Ying Zheng sat in the car, supported by a large number of guards, and drove eastward along the Yellow River.
His mind was not disturbed by the endless shaking of the car, because he was thinking about many, many thoughts, which were shaking more violently than the car.
In the midst of all kinds of thoughts, the car stopped.
He seemed to suddenly come to his senses, and his eagle-like eyes returned to his face.
Ying Zheng sat upright and waited for the attendant to report.
"Report!" The attendant's voice came from outside the car. Through the curtain, it seemed slightly deeper than the original voice.
"What's the matter?"
"The Sheriff of East County wants to see you."
"Oh?" Ying Zheng opened the curtain, "Dongjun is here?"
He saw an official standing outside the car, standing respectfully.
"Anything to report?"
"Report to the Emperor that there is a meteorite in this county, and there is a prophecy on it..."
Ying Zheng glanced at the hem of the county magistrate's clothes and knew that his legs were shaking inside.
"Prophecy?"
"Yes, I dare not not report it."
"What to write about?"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." The governor stuttered.
He had long been thinking about whether he should tell him or not. Reporting it would lead to death. If he didn't report it, he would be accused of deception by other officials and beheaded in the same way. Now that he was in front of the emperor, he was so frightened that he forgot all his previous words.
"Say." Ying Zheng said softly.
This soft word was filled with the aura of bloodshed and killing.
The Sheriff's legs were weak and he accidentally fell to the ground.
"Your Majesty." The attendant stepped forward and asked for instructions.
"Ask him to lead the way."
Not far away, a small group of soldiers rushed over, led by the county lieutenant. After reporting his identity to Ying Zheng, he led the troops to clear the way.
"Send the message to the county guard." Ying Zheng summoned his attendants and ordered.
The county guard came over again in fear and immediately knelt on the ground.
"You are the governor of Dongjun," Ying Zheng asked slowly, "The county captain is also here, where is the censor?"
Originally, each county had three main officials: the county warden was in charge of political affairs, the county lieutenant was in charge of military affairs, and the censor was in charge of supervision.
The county guard quickly replied: "He is waiting at the meteorite to prevent it from being damaged by unruly people."
Ying Zheng looked at the sky: "Okay."
He had just spared the life of the censor.
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Dongjun was originally the land of the Wei State, and was called Yanzhou in ancient times. It was not until the fifth year of King Qin that the county was established.
In total, it has been twenty-five years since the conquest of Wei.
Have the Wei people there been tamed?
Ying Zheng had doubts in his heart.
He got out of the car and walked toward the meteorite under the protection of a large group of eunuchs, civil servants, and soldiers, like a giant dragon dragging a heavy tail.
Meteorites are not big.
It's not even like a meteorite, just like an ordinary rock.
Ying Zheng looked at it in confusion for a long time, unable to determine anything.
He went around to the other side and finally saw the so-called prophecy.
His lips moved slightly, silently reciting the exotic fonts on the meteorite.
"The First Emperor died and the earth was divided"
The meteorite prophecy reads like this.
"Sheriff!"
"Yes." The county guard stumbled out of the crowd.
"What text is this?"
"I...I don't know."
"This is not the script of our Great Qin Dynasty!" Ying Zheng roared, "The script was unified two years ago, and Dongjun has been the land of Qin for more than twenty years. Why is this meteorite script not the seal script of the Great Qin Dynasty?"
"My lord... the meteorite fell from the sky..."
"Heaven! Is it the heaven of Qin? Is it the heaven of Wei?" Ying Zheng pulled out the long sword from his waist, "This prophecy is written in Wei language. Someone is clearly plotting rebellion! He pretended to convey the will of heaven and carved the words on the meteorite! As a county, you Shou, how could you not find out about the rebellion?!"
The county guard was speechless. He was curled up on the ground like a sick old dog, trembling.
"County Lieutenant!"
"yes!"
"Look around, how many families are there in these four directions?"
The county captain Ruyan looked around: "There are dozens of households..."
"killed."
"emperor……?"
"Kill them all."
The county lieutenant was stunned for a moment, then he clasped his hands and said, "Yes." Then he turned around and led the troops.
He knew that asking for reasons was redundant.
Ying Zheng listened to the wind blowing from all directions, and heard faint wails and screams.
He frowned: "Sheriff."
The county guard, who was lying on the ground and did not dare to move, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "Yes, Your Majesty..."
"Burn this stone."
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The captain of Dongjun County was busy killing people and did not pay attention to the woods behind him.
A man and a woman were hiding in the woods. They hugged each other in fear and watched the massacre that happened in front of them.
They saw soldiers breaking into their respective homes and leaving with blood-stained weapons in their hands.
In an instant, their parents, family members, neighbors they greeted every day, childhood friends, and witches who healed the sick were all killed by the soldiers without being informed of the reasons.
The man felt the woman sobbing in his arms, and subconsciously stroked her hair: "Sister Jian, good girl, don't cry, it will be bad if you hear it..."
It wasn't until the soldiers lined up to leave that the surroundings returned to peace.
The two of them held hands and looked around in fear, searching for traces of soldiers, fearing that they would lose their lives if they were not careful.
"Gone..." the man murmured.
"Really gone...?"
"Sister Jian," the man whispered, "let's go to your house first."
The two of them carefully walked out of the woods and ran to the woman's home hand in hand.
Needless to say, their parents and family members were all lying on the ground in a mess, with no one left alive.
