Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

For Yang Ming and Xun Kuang, the war south of the river is just a topic of conversation in life, but in another place, the war there affects a person's mind all the time.

Qin State, Xianyang Palace.

Military reports from the two battlefields of South Korea and Wei continued to appear on the records of King Qin. In addition, there was also intelligence sent from the net. Under the verification of the military reports and intelligence, a heavy The reality faced Qin Wangzheng: The Qin army's attack on the battlefields of South Korea and Wei did not go smoothly.

"Is Xinzheng and Daliang really so difficult to attack?" Qin Wangzheng put down the military report about Xinzheng and didn't know what to say for a while.

When we attacked Zhao State, it was not so difficult to attack the city. Why did it become like this this time? Is it possible that the combat power of South Korea and Wei is stronger than that of Zhao?

"Your Majesty, attacking a city is the most difficult thing in a war. Back then, Wei State attacked Xinzheng, our army attacked the capital of Zhao, and Yan State attacked Qi State Jimo. Didn't they all attack for a long time but were never captured? Compared to Those wars are going smoothly for the army now, and as long as it takes a while, we can capture South Korea and Wei." As the commander of Luo Wang, Zhao Gao naturally knew the progress of the war on the front line.

"Maybe this is the normal state of attacking a city, but before I..." Qin Wangzheng thought, vaguely realizing why he was disappointed.

The only thing to blame is that the previous attacks on Zhao and Yan went so smoothly that Qin Wangzheng forgot that attacking a city took years and months. How could he conquer a defense in just a few days or a month or two? A tight and fortified city.

Zhao Gao, who had been carefully observing Qin Wangzheng's expression, seemed to understand something. He understood what Qin Wangzheng had not said just now. Yang Ming's attack speed was so fast that Qin Wangzheng had an illusion. Now the army is attacking. There were only occasional small setbacks between Xinzheng and Daliang, but there was a huge gap in Qin Wangzheng's case.

However, people like Yang Ming are just an exception after all. In this world, when has a great master personally charged into battle and attacked a city?

Thinking about Yang Ming's power to destroy the city gate in one blow from Luo Wang's intelligence, Zhao Gao couldn't help but feel a sense of fear while being frightened by it. Can such power really be possessed by people? ?

Especially when a person with such terrifying power is still in the same palace as him. Aren't great masters supposed to be existences like gods and demons, incapable of entering the world of mortals?

Thinking of himself, Zhao Gao looked at Qin Wangzheng again. For a moment, he felt like he saw a trace of hesitation in Qin Wangzheng's expression.

Why is the king hesitating? Zhao Gao subconsciously thought, did the king regret not letting Yang Ming lead the troops to attack Han and Wei?

Thinking of this, Zhao Gao couldn't help but chuckle in his heart: How could the king regret it? Qin is a big country and there is no shortage of generals. It would be too dangerous if the foreign war can only be pinned on one person.

Moreover, Yang Ming has already defeated Zhao and Yan. If he were to win the military exploits of South Korea and Wei, there would really be no reward or promotion.

Even a king would feel pressure to control a young and powerful minister, right? Thinking of this, Zhao Gao couldn't help but understand a truth more clearly. People still have to hide their clumsiness, especially as a minister, and he understands the truth of being a minister.

During the hesitation of Qin Wangzheng, Daliang City, thousands of miles away, had already felt the aura of doom. One night, suddenly the noisy restlessness resounded through Daliang City. , but it was a more terrifying sound than thousands of troops, and its momentum was as huge as the end of the world.

"Water, so much water, so much water." The defender of Daliang City, who was defeated on the city wall to guard against the Qin army's night attack, opened his eyes because of the restless sound outside the city, but his eyes could not be closed the next moment. , the rolling river water comes overwhelmingly, and its momentum is so huge that people are like ants in front of it.

It was a noisy and restless night.

When the night faded and dawn came, the entire Daliang City had turned into a world of water.

"Daliang City is over." Wang Jian looked at Daliang City, which had turned into a vast land in front of him, with neither sadness nor joy. The method of attacking the city with water would indeed hurt the peace of the world, but the Qin army could not attack Daliang City for a long time. Under the circumstances, facing the increasing number of casualties every day, Wang Jian no longer cares about so much. He is first and foremost the general of Qin. He must first be responsible for the government of Qin and the soldiers under his command. Only on this basis can he take care of Other things, such as the people in Daliang City.

"But war is cruel. In order to win, you have to do whatever it takes." Wang Jian looked away from the vast water. All he needed to do now was wait, waiting for Daliang City to be soaked by the flood. He exposed his own flaws, waiting for the people in Daliang City to completely despair in the flood and give up their thoughts of resistance.

As soon as the floods flooded Daliang City, Wei Yong began to organize people and horses to transfer food. As for rescuing the people, he could not take care of it for the time being. After three days of busy work, Wei Yong barely restored order in Daliang City under the water. The tired body returned home. Even though the General's Mansion was located on extremely high ground in Daliang City, most of it was submerged at this time. Only the back house was barely above the water.

In the attic of the general's back house, Wei Xianxian looked at the world submerged in water in the distance, with a hint of sadness between her brows. After all, Daliang City could not be defended. Father, he...

Thinking of her father Wei Yong, who was a general, Wei Xianxian couldn't help but let out a long sigh. She didn't understand why her father liked to chase power so much. Now that the Wei Kingdom was suffering and was about to cease to exist, what was the meaning of so-called power?

Maybe it was best to stay in Huaisi back then. Even though he was exiled, he could live a decent life. If he settled there, how could things happen now? When Wei Yong was exiled, he finally achieved a counterattack with the help of the Qin army and gained power here, but as a price, he has now become a fish in Daliang City.

As Wei Xianxian recalled it, the fluctuations in her mind gradually calmed down. If this was the end of everything, it wouldn't matter. After all, there would be nothing worth remembering, even if he died, it would be nothing, right?

Aren’t people bound to die sooner or later?

In Wei Xianxian's thoughts, there was a knock on the attic door.

"Father." Wei Xianxian, who walked down from the attic, opened the door and saw her father, Wei Yong.

"Xianxian, it's time to think about your retreat." Wei Yong walked into the room with a heavy heart and said directly to Wei Xianxian.

"Father, is there any way out from the current situation? If the city is destroyed and the country is destroyed, it is nothing more than death." Wei Xianxian said, the horror of death is because of the nostalgia for life, and Wei Xianxian has no nostalgia for life, because her Life is blank. There is actually no difference between one day, ten days, and one hundred days.

"You are still young and have twenty or thirty years to live, so how can you talk about death?" Wei Yong said.

Although Wei Yong's father-daughter love for Wei Xianxian is not pure, he still has feelings after all. As long as Wei Xianxian's interests do not conflict with his, he will be a good father, and in Wei Xianxian's perception Among them, Wei Yong is also such a person.

"It will only be harder to live, and what's the reason for living?" Wei Xianxian said, it would be better to die than to live without hope.

"You have a reason to live." Wei Yong stared at Wei Xianxian and said. As for Wei Xianxian's thoughts, Wei Yong had seen some clues, such as the scroll of paintings that Wei Xianxian cherished as his own life. Wei Xianxian hung them up all year round. How could Wei Yong not know this in the bedroom.

Most of the paintings in that scroll were painted by Wei Xianxian himself, but some of them were painted by another person. He knew that what his daughter looked at was never the painting, but the person behind the scroll. As for that Wei Yong also had some guesses about who the person was.

"Reason for living?" Wei Xianxian was slightly startled. In Wei Yong's eyes, she seemed to realize something, but that was her deepest secret.

Back then, a man suddenly broke into her embroidery studio and helped her complete a painting on his own initiative. It was just an accident, but that accident was something she had never encountered in her more than ten years of life. Yes, Wei Xianxian had one more person to think about in her free time.

Of course, there was no emotion at that time, just pure curiosity. But after that curiosity was buried, as time went by, and with various subsequent encounters, everything changed in some special way.

For more and more time, Wei Xianxian would wonder, what kind of person is he and what is he doing? What kind of story will there be in him?

Later, Wei Xianxian learned from another person the identity of the person who suddenly broke into her life that night and left something behind. Later, an additional name appeared in Wei Xianxian's heart.

More and more stories about that name came to Wei Xianxian's ears, and the color of a person who originally only existed in her imagination became more and more colorful, directly and completely occupying Wei Xianxian's heart. The thin world, until her world was filled with colors belonging to him.

"Go to Yandi, there, you may get what you want." Wei Yong said, what is the thinking behind his daughter's repeated rejection of the marriage he arranged for her over the years, and what about Wei Yong, the father? I won't understand.

"Father, I have nothing to do with him. I may not even exist in his memory." Hearing that his father mentioned this, how could Wei Xianxian not know that her father already knew the biggest problem in her heart? secret.

"You also said that it's just a possibility. Don't you want to know the real result?" Wei Yong said. Wei Yong has always been good at deceiving people.