Zhongliu.
The capital of Xiou.
King Xiou translated and asked Song to look in the direction of South Vietnam in trance.
The old Prime Minister said nothing.
He knew in his heart that this young king was invincible in every battle and had already established absolute prestige in Xiou.
If it were not for the deterrence of the Qin people, war would have been imminent. He believed that the land of Baiyue would belong to Xiou sooner or later.
"Old Prime Minister, the Qin people have conquered Yangshan Pass and Huangxi Pass. What do you think of the Qin army's attack?"
Hearing this, the old prime minister shook his head: "Your Majesty, the news is too one-sided, and we know nothing about the specific fighting situation!"
"At present, the only thing we can judge is that the Qin people have extremely strong fighting power. They are extremely terrifying in siege warfare!"
"Other than that, I can't judge!"
"Um!"
Nodding, the translator said in a deep voice, "You are right. The information is too little to make a comprehensive decision!"
"It's just that South Vietnam is over!"
"The next one is Xiou, with an army of 100,000, including all the young and strong people in our country, including even some elderly middle-aged people!"
At this time, Yi Xusong looked indifferent. He knew in his heart that this was not called a war, but a battle of life and death for the ethnic group.
If he wins, everything will be fine.
But once he loses, not only Xiou will perish, but his tribe will also perish.
This means he is making a desperate move!
"Prime Minister, once we lose, everything will be destroyed!" Yi Yusong's eyes were filled with determination and worry.
Because he knows how difficult it is.
This is equivalent to gambling with everything in Xiou!
Before this, he had some confidence in his heart, but the Great Qin warriors defeated Yangshan Pass and Huangxi Pass in a short period of time, which made his confidence continue to decrease.
He thought that South Vietnam could hold on for at least a while.
However, judging from various signs, South Vietnam may not be able to hold on for even a month.
"Your Majesty, we have no other choice!" The old Prime Minister looked at King Xiou: "Either surrender or fight to the death!"
"There is no other way!"
"Your Majesty, you must not hesitate any longer!"
.........
The night was dark, Zhao Shu was sitting in the shogunate, listening to the reports of the generals, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. This battle was not contrary to his plan.
It can be said that almost every step is part of his calculation.
"Master, do you want to send the news to Xianyang?" After hesitating, Wang Ben raised his head and asked.
"Need not!"
Zhao Shu shook his head, then turned to Wang Ben and others and said: "Starting from tomorrow, we will fight according to the established plan and first attack Sihui, Longchuan and Boluo!"
"This general will personally lead 30,000 elite troops to advance to Panyu and plunder the formation for you generals!"
"promise!"
........
The next day.
The armies left quietly. Zhao Shu looked at Zhao Tuo on the side and said: "Huangxiguan, I will leave it to you!"
"Battlefield Hospital is following my general to the south!"
"Before I attack Xiou, I will write a document about the idea of governing South Vietnam and send it to the shogunate!"
"promise!"
Nodding in agreement, Zhao Tuo's eyes were full of excitement: "Please rest assured, Sir, I will definitely complete this matter!"
"Well, while completing this matter, we also need to guard Huangxi Pass!"
"promise!"
After giving orders to Zhao Tuo, Zhao Shu led his army south.
The army advanced at a normal speed, and when night fell, they began to set up camp. At this time, Fan Zeng came in a hurry: "Young Master, someone claims to be the Prime Minister of South Vietnam, and on the order of the King of South Vietnam, he came here to see you!"
Hearing this, Zhao Shu smiled and ordered, "First complete the construction of the shogunate, prepare tea, and then bring people over. Don't lose the way of hospitality!"
"promise!"
Half an hour later, Fan Zeng brought the old Prime Minister of South Vietnam to the shogunate: "The Prime Minister of South Vietnam has seen Gongzi Shu!"
Looking at the old man with gray beard and hair, Zhao Shu glanced at him and said, "Sit down!"
"Sir, find a translator!"
"promise!"
Zhao Shu had learned the Nanyue dialect a long time ago, but he was the son of Da Qin and represented the face of the Da Qin royal family and Da Qin.
Of course I want to talk about Qin Yan!
After a while, the translator came in.
Zhao Shu looked at the old Prime Minister and said, "The old Prime Minister has come all the way, what is your purpose?"
After being translated, the old Prime Minister smiled bitterly and said: "On the order of my king, I came here to visit the young master!"
"We in South Vietnam are willing to accept Da Qin as our suzerain state!"
Hearing this, Zhao Shu took a sip of herbal tea and shook his head with a smile: "It's not that I don't want to agree to you, but I, Da Qin, adhere to the county system!"
"This is a national policy!"
"A country within a country will not be allowed to appear in Da Qin. Da Qin only has counties and counties, not feudal states!"
Having said this, Zhao Shu motioned to the old Prime Minister to drink tea: "For the sake of everyone being of the Yanhuang lineage, and seeing that the old Prime Minister is not far away, I can make the decision if the King of Nanyue surrenders!"
"You can enjoy the same treatment as the King of Minyue!"
"This is the greatest sincerity I can give you!"
After listening to the translation, a ray of light appeared in the eyes of the old Prime Minister. After a while, he said: "I naturally believe in the credibility of the young master, but I have no say in the matter of South Vietnam!"
"My king wants to see the young master. I wonder what the young master wants?"
"Hahaha......."
At this moment, Zhao Shu couldn't help but laugh: "Since the old Prime Minister has spoken, of course I can do it!"
"I am still very sincere!"
"The location was chosen outside Panyu City. This time I went south, I only led 30,000 troops. This is my respect for the King of Nanyue!"
"good!"
At this moment, the old Prime Minister nodded, and the atmosphere in the shogunate suddenly became relaxed. Zhao Shu turned to the Sima of the Central Army and said: "Beichen, prepare for dinner, I want to cleanse the dust for the old country!"
"promise!"
Zhao Beichen turned around and left. Zhao Shu raised a cup to drink with Lao Guo: "If the Prime Minister can facilitate this, the old Prime Minister can choose the children of the clan to join the Great Qin Warriors!"
"Fight with me, and when you return to Xianyang, you will be granted a title!"
"As for the old Prime Minister, I guarantee that I will definitely give you a title. Although I cannot make you a marquis or a king, I will at least give you a title of seventh level or above!"
"Sir, please explain to the old Prime Minister the importance of my title of Great Qin!"
"promise!"
Nodding in agreement, Fan Zeng smiled and said, "Old Prime Minister, we will implement a twenty-level military merit title system in our country of Qin..."
These words made the old prime minister completely realize the importance of the title of Great Qin. At the same time, he also knew that Zhao Shu's sincerity was very deep.
Compared with fleeing, surrendering to Da Qin is undoubtedly the best choice.
Because he can see clearly that whether it is Xiou or Luoyue, it is difficult to settle in a corner.
This young master of the Qin Dynasty is determined to win the land of Baiyue!
After taking a sip of herbal tea, the old prime minister turned to Zhao Shu and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will go all out for this trip!"
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