The villain system of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty

The earth is watered with blood, beacon smoke is lit, war drums roar, and flags fly.

In front of Xingyang City, in Guangwu Mountain, it felt like purgatory for a while.

Since Qin unified the six kingdoms, this area has been peaceful for a long time. This time, it set off the most magnificent wave, and from the beginning it was the most intense conflict, a merciless battle of life and death.

The counties in Guandong are densely covered with water networks. The most important node among them is Sanchuan Xingyang.

Fusu can easily mobilize troops from various places and come here. They gather together through Ru River, Ying River, Sui River, Jishui and other waterways. The total number of elites from various princes is as high as more than 200,000.

After dozens of days of fierce attack, both sides came and went, leaving behind corpses all over the ground with no one to bury them.

Rivers of blood flowed, bones were seen in the carrion, roof tiles became mounds, and old women wailed... The trauma left by the war is shocking, but no one can stop it, and there is no time to even shed a tear for it.

For all the princes in Guandong, this is a gamble that puts their wealth and lives on the line. This war is related to the ownership of the entire world. From the beginning, it was impossible to stop.

If he wins, he will be crowned with royal robes and become the lord of thousands of vehicles and the lord of ten thousand vehicles. And if they fail, then the fate of the princes of the six countries will be even more miserable than it was more than ten years ago.

After all, more than ten years ago, when the empire was founded, everything was in a new stage. Emperor Qin needed to keep them to maintain local stability and restore production. Therefore, although the nobles of the six countries who surrendered to the empire were dispersed and relegated to various places, their wealth was still abundant compared with ordinary Guizhou heads.

But this time, the empire will not give them any chance. The princes from all walks of life knew this in their hearts, as did their generals and even ordinary soldiers.

Life and death, dignity and glory, wealth and beauty, ambition and power. All of this is no longer a dispute between Fusu and Ying Ziyi, but a dispute between the entire aristocratic system of the six kingdoms plus the old anti-Qin forces among the hundreds of schools of thought and the Qin Empire.

Outside Xingyang City, the Qin Army's camp was currently engaged in a fiercest battle.

Capturing this camp means that the last line of defense of the Qin army outside Xingyang City has been opened, and Xingyang City will be exposed to the edge of the coalition of princes.

Therefore, those who defended this camp were the most elite troops among the Xingyang defenders, while the backbone of those who attacked this camp were also veterans from the Six Kingdoms.

Among the six kingdoms destroyed by Qin, these people may have lost their country, their home, or their dignity and glory. Like dogs with broken backs, they fled into the mountains and forests, dived into the abyss, or spent all day getting drunk in the market. He put down his pride, flattered the imperial officials, and abandoned his former comrades.

When the beacon smoke goes out, survival becomes the only theme.

These most terrifying swords cultivated in the old era began to fight for survival.

However, a sharp sword is a sharp sword after all, and there is no way they can bend the edge of their sword and use it as a hoe to plow fields. Hundreds of years of great strife are coming to an end. In the afterglow of this doomsday, not everyone likes peace. The long sword returns and the horse leather wraps the corpse.

But, a new era is coming. There is no longer a battlefield for these people in the world.

Emperor Qin swept across Liuhe and unified the world. Under such immortal merits and achievements through the ages, the former comrades of these people have become piles of bones. But they are wandering in the gap between the old and new times, confused and not knowing the way forward.

Therefore, when the edicts from the princes of the six countries arrived, these people walked out of the mountains, forests, swamps, markets and fields, picked up the long swords in their hands again, and came here.

The purpose is to regain everything that was lost in the past.

Fields, houses, women, wealth, and even more metaphysical things.

That unbreakable myth, that lingering haze in my heart, that red and black flag still flying above the city of Xingyang.

Qin!

More than ten years ago, they were displaced in the shadow of this flag. More than ten years later, they came here again to complete the choice they had not completed back then.

A sharp sword is still a sharp sword. Even if the skills of killing and fighting are unfamiliar, they will never be forgotten.

The marks engraved in the bones, the marks left by years of battles, and the miserable life of more than ten years have made these more clear. The Qin army's camp was built according to the terrain and was extremely strong. It was located across the main transportation road and in front of Xingyang City.

When the first horn sounded, the allied forces of the princes launched a charge.

The Qin army's powerful crossbows did not make these people retreat. With five times the strength of the allied forces of the princes, even the rain of arrows in the sky was still unable to stop the ferocious offensive.

Everyone understands that as long as this line of defense is broken, there will be no danger outside Xingyang City.

Break through Xingyang, enter Sanchuan, and knock Han Valley.

The collision of crossbow arrows and shields, the mechanical sound of the crossbow machine, the neighing of horse hooves, the shouts of soldiers, all kinds of sounds were mixed together, and the battlefield had entered the most intense situation.

The allied forces of the princes have already attacked the wall of the camp, and both sides are fighting for it around the wall.

Dressed in white, Young Master Fusu stood on a high mountain peak, looking at the battle scene below with a cold expression.

Beside him, the former Lord Changwen and the current King of Chu slowly walked up.

"How's it going? Did Feng Jie agree?" Young Master Fusu turned around and asked quietly.

There was helplessness on Chang Wenjun's face, and he shook his head and said, "No, and Feng Jie didn't even look at it, so he sent His Majesty's surgery to Xianyang to show his selflessness."

Fusu seemed to have expected this result, but when Chang Wenjun actually said it, there was still a trace of surprise, or in other words, confusion on his face.

"Feng Jie is so unwilling to leave any room, does he think that I will definitely lose this battle?" Fusu said slowly, with a calm tone that made Lord Chang Wen feel terrible.

The power of an emperor is nothing more than this.

Chang Wenjun thought so and said: "Xingyang has one hundred thousand troops, Handan has one hundred thousand troops, and Nanyang has one hundred thousand troops. Ying Ziyi's troops are extremely scattered. Regardless of Nanyang, we have a huge advantage in military strength in the other two places. As long as As soon as we reach Xingyang and capture Aocang, we can march westward to Sanchuan. Li You's tens of thousands of soldiers and horses cannot stop us."

"Yes, I think so, the princes of Guandong also think so, and even the soldiers who are fighting below also think so." Fusu's face was still calm, but the concentration between his eyebrows revealed a faint hint of anger. The melancholy is even deeper.

"There's just one thing I still don't understand."

Chang Wenjun took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, what are you worried about?"

"Look!" Fusu stretched out his hand, pointed at the soldiers below, and said, "I don't understand the expressions on these people's faces. Why are they so desperate, even willing to die?"

The emperor's question made Chang Wenjun confused for a moment. Isn't it good for the soldiers to fight tooth and nail?

"If they are the elites under my command or even the children of Guanzhong who are wandering around the counties eager to return home, I can understand how hard they work. But these people are just old soldiers temporarily recruited by various princes. I will tell them It can even be said to be very strange. Why would they risk their lives so much for a stranger?"

Chang Wenjun was silent for a moment. He didn't know how to answer, and he didn't even dare to answer.

Perhaps Fusu, who occupies the highest position, never pays attention to it, but Lord Changwen below sees it clearly.

That is an unspeakable fact! That is, in the hearts of the princes of Guandong, hundreds of schools of thought, and even the people of the entire world, Emperor Qin who looms high in Guanzhong is their real enemy, representing the 'violent Qin' that they want to destroy even to death!

But now Fusu, as a generation of emperors, holds hundreds of thousands of troops and controls the power of life and death in various counties in Guandong. Whether it is various princes or large forces such as farmers, they are all firmly controlled by his power and skill.

The soldiers loved him, the powerful forces in the world respected him, the generals were loyal to him, and even the princes who had different intentions obeyed his orders and did not dare to say anything against him.

Chang Wenjun believed that if Fusu came to Guanzhong one day and unified the world, he would definitely be a talented and strategic emperor.

However, despite this, in the hearts of the people in the world, Fusu no longer has much to do with that 'violent Qin'. Their enemy is the tiger and wolf Qin in Guanzhong, the Qin Emperor who gives orders in the Weiyang Palace, and the tyranny established and single-handedly maintained by the Qin Emperor.

Fusu didn't realize all this. Chang Wenjun understood but did not dare to say it.

"Of course it's because His Majesty Fusu, the Holy Ming Zhuzhao, can lead the 'Bao Qin' that they hate and even fear!"

Qingyue's words rang in his ears, Chang Wenjun was shocked, who could speak so openly!

When he looked back, he saw a beautiful woman coming behind the two of them. The lotus dress and long skirt have a beautiful appearance and unique appearance.

"Why is King Zhao interested in coming here?" Chang Wenjun looked at the woman in front of him and said warily.

The person who came was Wangyou, who was named King of Zhao by Fu Su. As a woman, wearing a royal robe, she rules a country. Among the princes, there are all kinds of speculations, and rumors are endless.

But Chang Wenjun knew how terrifying this woman was. The appearance that makes a man intoxicated and even willing to die is secondary, but the unparalleled scheming hidden under the alluring appearance is what makes him most afraid.

When Fusu took charge of each county, there was inevitable opposition. But because of this woman's help, all the objections disappeared in an instant.

After that, relying on this woman's strategy, they united vertically and horizontally, and the princes were convinced. It can be said that this woman's help was crucial for Fusu to successfully take charge of half of the country.

Therefore, she can rule a country by virtue of being a woman. In this attack, Zhao was able to lead an army alone and march north to the plains.

"I came here to tell His Majesty the news that the Moon God went to Kuaiji to find Xiang Shaoyu, the young master of the Xiang family." Wangyou said.

"Why did King Zhao tell me such news?" Fusu turned his attention to the battlefield below. The defenders of the camp were already defeated. The resistance from the defenders on that wall was minimal. Without this most solid line of defense, the defenders behind the city wall still had no support, and all that was left was defeat.

"Does your Majesty really not care?" Wangyou said with a smile.

"What exactly does King Zhao want to say?" Chang Wenjun looked at Wangyou with an unkind look on his face.

"The reason why the Moon God did this is because he is optimistic that Young Master Xiang is the most advantageous person to resist Ying Ziyi after Your Majesty. In other words, in the Moon God's heart, Your Majesty will definitely win this war. Lose!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The naked words were spoken, causing Chang Wenjun to yell loudly. He even pulled out his sword and pointed it at Wangyou with a fierce force.

"Is this really the case?" Fusu looked up at the sky and sighed helplessly.

After a long time, Fusu turned around completely, looked at Wangyou, and asked, "Why did King Zhao say these words to me?"

Wangyou smiled and said, "Your Majesty cannot lose!"

"Why?" Fusu looked at this confident woman with confusion on his face.

"Your Majesty cannot lose to the princes of these countries!"

"To the anti-Qin forces among hundreds of scholars, Your Majesty cannot lose!"

"For the soldiers below and the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, Your Majesty cannot lose!"

Wangyou said slowly. At the end, her eyes flashed and she said, "The most important thing is that for me, Your Majesty cannot lose!"

Wangyou turned a blind eye to everyone's surprised looks: "I can understand your majesty's doubts. I also know what the moon god is thinking. However, if your majesty loses this time, even if the young master of the Rixiang clan can sweep in, For me, it is no longer useful."

"How to say?"

"Your Majesty has more than 400,000 troops at his disposal, and one million can be dispatched at the same time as the civilians. The military's prosperity is rare even when the countries are at war. But even so, the frontier troops in Jiuyuan did not go south, and the main force in Guanzhong did not move all the way. Even the South Vietnamese army in the Western Region showed no sign of being mobilized. I don’t know what Ying Ziyi was thinking, but with such strength, the coalition of princes still could not gain the upper hand. Then even if the young master of the Xiang family, he Japan can still reach a situation similar to His Majesty's today, not to mention how much time it takes, will Ying Ziyi give him this time? But if this is really the case, how can I believe that he can accomplish what His Majesty cannot even do? matter?"

Wangyou said, his mouth slightly opened, his expression charming, and he said: "For me, in this expedition, victory means total victory, and defeat means total defeat. A woman's youthful beauty is fleeting. I must be the most beautiful among women. Enter the Qin Palace at a wonderful time, stand in front of Ying Ziyi like a winner, and complete my revenge."

When Wangyou's figure left, the war below was coming to an end. The camp was captured, and many people began to cheer.

Chang Wenjun's eyes were fixed on Wangyou's back, but he shuddered and said, "This woman is really a madman. Your Majesty, should we..."

In Chang Wenjun's eyes, the murderous intention disappeared in an instant.

Fusu shook his head slightly, put his hands behind his back, and murmured: "Meixi, Daji... Beauty is a disaster!"