The next day, reports of the great victory at Yanzhi Mountain were posted all over Xianyang.
The military reports of the Great Qin Dynasty were always simple, with black background and red letters.
There is no need for literate people to read it. When they see the notice, the people of the old Qin Dynasty will know that the war has begun.
A large group of burly men put down their farm tools and hurried back to their shabby houses, digging out old but not stained weapons and armor.
Xianyang City North Gate,
More than three hundred strong men came out.
Say nothing and go straight to the gate,
Just rushing to the recruitment camp.
When we joined the army together, no matter whether we were young or strong or had snow on our foreheads, few of us died generously or in high spirits. No one even shouted the slogan of 'defend the home and the country'.
Peace of mind, peace of mind.
This is what the people of Lao Qin are doing as a matter of course.
The old Qin people closed the door to themselves, whether they were beating their old wives until their faces were bloody or going out to fight with the skinned leprous.
But when foreign enemies come,
If you are really too slow, your old wife will kick you off even if you climb up on the kang at night. You can't afford to lose this greedy person!
People go north,
It was the old Qin army that marched northward with great courage!
....
Liu Bai stood silently at the door of the Prime Minister's residence.
Last night, I submitted three memorials in a row, and then I got the decree. There are three major restrictions on the first batch of recruiting troops:
"Those over thirty years old will not be accepted."
"There are parents at home, wives and children below, so I won't accept them."
"I won't accept the only son in the family."
Liu Bai took a deep breath.
Only when the general trend is ahead, can he truly feel the warmth in the bones of the old Qin people.
The people of Lao Qin don't have so many nouns that are easy to pronounce. The only thing they have is the phrase 'Old Qin, we will fight against the national calamity together'!
"There are so many famous people from Yan and Zhao, who can all be my guests at the old Qin sect."
Liu Bai exhaled this breath, then turned around and walked into the mansion.
I won't go to court today.
Seeing the old Qin people being taciturn and going straight to the army, he was afraid that he would see these annoying bastards in the court again, so he was too lazy to deal with them, so he just lifted the table and chopped them off.
After all, Liu Bai is not a pure politician.
In the eyes of some people in the court, these old Qin people who threw life and death at the border without even saying a word were just numbers in the eyes of some people in the court.
In the great victory at Yanzhi Mountain, a thousand soldiers died in the death camp, which is a number.
The 300,000 troops that will be thrown into the Qin-Hu war are also a number.
Stretching out his hand, he felt a chill.
A snowflake fell on my hand. It was not bone-chilling, but it did feel a little chilly.
This year's snow came a little early, but it came at the right time.
The rising snow reflects the sword.
"Close the door."
Liu Bai took two steps back, returned to the house, and spoke to Chen Ying to give instructions.
"Good!"
Chen Ying's teeth were white and he showed a bright smile, then he slowly closed the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Until Liu Bai could no longer see the people on the street, Liu Bai bowed his hands, lowered them toward the street, and bowed deeply.
He can't thank him,
He couldn't help but thank him.
The former is identity;
The latter is the duty.
The stronger the wind and snow, the deeper the bend of Liu Bai's waist becomes.
finally,
The left prime minister of Great Qin swayed slightly, and with the help of Chen Ying, he reluctantly returned to the warm room.
It was hot inside the house, and the snow was cold outside. Liu Bai fell asleep undressed and murmured:
"When I was young, I used a stick as a sword, and used slashing and slashing sword moves. I was named a great chivalrous person and served the country and the people."
"Now that I think about it, the name is still a bit long. No wonder swordsmanship is so common these days."
Chen Ying on the side looked distressed, as if hesitating, walked out of the door, closed the door gently, asked the other servants to take care of Liu Bai, and then asked for a fast horse.
That day, a small pile was built with a few stones on a small cliff in the canyon west of Xianyang.
....
"Teacher is sick?"
Ying Che, who was reading the memorial in the prince's house, was shocked when he heard the report from below!
The Baijia Forum is about to be opened, and there is also a Feng family in the court. Even the Confucianists are eager to take back the position of the library director.
At this moment, why is my teacher sick?
"Sir, do you want to pay a visit?"
The loyal old coachman Liu Wei asked.
After all, it has started to snow outside, so it is not suitable to go out now, but my son has a deep relationship with master Liu Xiang, so he still needs to consider it.
Ying Che stood up instinctively, then shook his head and sat down: "That's inappropriate."
"The teacher doesn't want me to put down my political affairs and delay."
After that, Ying Che continued to pick up a memorial and read it carefully, without even sending anyone to deliver the herbs.
Now he is a teacher with a literary talent and a military career.
At the time of recruiting troops, Yu Gong Yingche must keep a distance from Liu Bai. At least for these few days, there must be no secret talks.
It involves not only the court, but also father and son.
A royal prince has no foundation, so why is he walking on thin ice?
"promise!"
Liu Wei looked at his young master and responded a little dullly.
He always felt that his young master was no longer as carefree and carefree as before after he became his teacher.
He used to be Young Master Che, but now he is Ying Che.
Ying Che ignored the change in Liu Wei's tone, but frowned deeply as he looked at the memorial sent from Sanchuan County:
Zhao Huaizhen, the governor of Sanchuan County, asked himself to be sent to Xianyang.
Such a memorial, even though Ying Che was just reading it rather than reviewing it, he still felt a toothache.
Zhao Huaizhen, the eldest son of Zhao Dezhu, the head of the Zhao family, who was executed in Weitai a few days ago.
This noble young master clearly comes from a noble family, but he is not as noble as Zhao Huaian. Instead, he has really entered Sanchuan, starting from a small official in the county government and gradually reaching the position of Sanchuan County Sheriff.
Sanchuan,
A land that tolerates Bashu.
In the past, the old Qin people captured Ba and Shu and used some tricks, and many of their native people rebelled.
Zhao Huaizhen suppressed many rebellions before he could secure his position as county governor.
Even his own father had one or four words to comment on Zhao Huaizhen: three rivers and one pillar!
It shows that this person is important.
Now I am requesting to be sent to Xianyang. It is obviously because of the Weitai punishment and I feel that I should sit together.
Ying Che frowned, took out a blank piece of paper, and then wrote: "Huaizhen has made great contributions to Sanchuan, and he lives in the southwest. He has nothing to do with the chaos caused by the Zhao clan's hometown, and he knows nothing about Xianyang. Three rivers and one pillar should be Be cautious.”
After writing it, Ying Che gently placed the blank paper underneath the memorial.
He did not suggest how to deal with this Mikawa Izhu, but just expressed his position.
There is no money to express your opinion, but you will have to bear the consequences of making an idea in the future.
"When the teacher falls down, I, as a student, will have to rack my brains."
Ying Che smiled bitterly and continued to read the memorial.
Only now did he realize that his father used to "publish one hundred and twenty kilograms of memorials a day", which was a terrible workload.
The person in charge gently outlines it with his ink brush, and the forces involved below are vying for power, and the lives and fortunes of countless people are hanging by a thread.
