As if it was not enough, Chen Xuan swung his tail again, and a big wind bird took shape with the wind and nestled at the feet of the white tiger.

With all the military spirits and strength gathered together, even without the help of Bai Qi's soldiers, this group of people would still be the best in this land.

Ying Zheng didn’t know what Chen Xuan had done, he only knew that this group of people were the most loyal to him.

Maybe they have their own bad habits, and some of them are not even so-called good people, but they all respect Ying Zheng the most.

"How magnificent are the sons of Qin!"

Just like a wolf raising its head, the soldiers below all echoed and shouted: "Brave men of the Qin Dynasty!"

"Who says I have no clothes? I share my robes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. We share the same hatred! Who says I have no clothes? I share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. We share the same hatred! Who says I have no clothes? I share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my armor and weapons. We share the same hatred!"

This is a hymn, a tragic marching song, and an extremely heroic military poem.

No matter which one it is, it contains the simplest emotions of this group of people.

Ying Zheng recited the poem "Qin Feng·Wu Yi" softly, and the soldiers below all quieted down and listened to Ying Zheng's chanting quietly.

The sky and the earth changed color, and gusts of wind came over, like the roar of ancestors, and like their response.

This is a kind of tragic and heroic.

This is a farewell song, a song of companionship, the culture of the Great Qin, and also a hymn to the Great Qin.

This hymn did not last long, but the response from heaven and earth was always there.

The moment Ying Zheng stopped, the soldiers below couldn't hold back their emotions anymore. They roared and sang praises to the song: "I have no clothes, but I share my robes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and swords..."

This hymn lasted for a long time, just like the passion in their hearts, which never faded.

"How great are the men of the Great Qin." Ying Zheng took out a wine cup from somewhere, which was filled with the strongest liquor.

The soldiers below had obtained the wine cups at some point, and they were also filled with wine.

"Bang—clang—"

This was the sound of a cup falling to the ground, it was Ying Zheng toasting them with a glass of wine.

No one criticized whether this was unethical, and no one cared about the rules at this time.

This group of soldiers pretended to be Ying Zheng with the most sincere hearts. They did not doubt where the wine came from, nor did they care about the order prohibiting drinking in the army.

"How magnificent are the sons of Qin!"

He drank it all in one gulp, and then there was the sound of tens of thousands of wine cups smashing to the ground.

The sky was completely bright, and everyone knew that it was time to set off and embark on their own journey.

There is no retreat, only moving forward; there is no cowardice, only passion.

Soldiers have no fear, only move forward.

A force that did not belong to this era condensed together, and all this was only because of the appearance of Ying Zheng.

"Go to war!" Ying Zheng felt a surge of passion in his heart, a passion that belonged to a man of his age.

"The men of my Great Qin are all talented and brave men. I am here waiting to reward you!"

No one spoke back, and no one responded. The world seemed to be silent.

Apart from the marching footsteps, there was no other sound in this world.

“Have a safe journey!”

…

Unlike the grandeur of Xianyang, Handan is now extremely cold.

In just a few years, three kings came to power.

The State of Zhao is not as powerful as the State of Qin, and it is impossible for it to be better than the State of Qin.

In other words, all the royal family members must have died, otherwise there would have been trouble.

King Youmiao of Zhao (Zhao Qian) looked at Li Mu and Qu Zheng kneeling below, frowned, and asked, "Why, do they still have objections?"

Li Mu lowered his head and said nothing. No matter what, it was unethical to kill his father to ascend the throne.

No matter how good King Youmiu of Zhao's words were, they could not stand up to scrutiny.

King Daoxiang of Zhao was still clamoring a few days ago, claiming that he was favored by King Wuling of Zhao and had the qualities of a heroic ruler. How could he suddenly die and even his body could not be found?

Without any will or oral instructions, King Youmiu of Zhao became the king of Zhao in such a confused manner.

Without anything, how could a mere statement make those people who have changed their minds believe it?

After all, if the Zhao cavalry archers beside King Zhao Youmiu were not too terrifying, Li Mu would probably be the first one to disown him.

After all, King Zhao Daoxiang also treated Li Mu well. Although his attitude changed a little after the arrival of Zhao cavalry archers, he still treated him as a state hero.

Having received a favor but unable to repay it, he could only pretend to be ignorant and acknowledge King Youmiu of Zhao.

"What else do they want? What else do they want?!" King Zhao Youmiu raged. "Don't tell me they really want me to kill them all before they're satisfied?!"

Qu Zheng and Li Mu pretended not to hear and did not dare to respond.

After all, it was a matter within the family of King Youmiu of Zhao, and they, as ministers, did not dare to speak lightly.

Not to mention that King Youmiu of Zhao had spoken such outrageous words. Imperial family members were not to be touched lightly.

If it were an ordinary king, he would just treat it as an angry remark, but King Youmiu of Zhao was different. He had the premise of killing his father.

Although there is no clear evidence, all signs point to King Youmiu of Zhao, who killed King Daoxiang of Zhao.

"Why aren't you talking?" King Zhao Youmiu seemed to be staring at the two of them. "Do you also think that I killed father? Don't you?!"

He was like a madman, going crazy, without any of his previous quietness.

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