It's not that he is superstitious, but there are so many legends about Qin Emperor Ying Zheng that this kind of extraordinary thing has become a matter of course.
"We are unworthy descendants who have failed the late king and our ancestors." Without caring about his face, King Zhao Daoxiang burst into tears immediately, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
"If you keep crying, don't blame me for ignoring you." The man in front of him waved his right hand lightly, without any other movement. King Zhao Daoxiang felt as if his mouth was blocked tightly, unable to speak or make any sound.
"Listen carefully." The man sat upright, his aura overwhelming. "If I remember correctly, you guys called me King Wu Ling."
King Zhao Daoxiang's eyes widened. Although King Zhao Wuling was starved to death later, his words about wearing Hu clothes and riding and shooting instantly increased the national strength of Zhao State, giving it the confidence to compete with the other six countries.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's almost here." King Wuling of Zhao looked at the weeping descendant with disgust. "I'm lending you Zhao's cavalry archers. You'd better make good use of them and unify Zhao. Don't make any mistakes. Otherwise, you'll suffer when you come down."
King Zhao Daoxiang knew what this meant, but how could he possibly compete with Ying Zheng, who was known as the "Son of Heaven", just by wearing Hu clothes and riding and shooting?
But there was no chance to refute. King Zhao Daoxiang felt dizzy and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the palace again, but it was no longer peaceful as in his dream. Instead, he could hear shouts and screams everywhere.
It feels like a lifetime ago, and everything that happened before really seems like just a dream.
"Your Majesty, are you frightened?" The maid beside him suppressed her fear and spoke slowly, fearing that she would scare King Zhao Daoxiang.
King Zhao Daoxiang ignored it. He had an article, or rather a method, in his mind.
The first sentence of the opening is: "His Hu clothing, horse riding and archery shook the northern border, and no one was more heroic than King Wu Ling!"
"The northern border was shaken by the Hu clothing and horse riding and archery, and no one was more heroic and brave than King Wuling!" King Zhao Daoxiang recited slowly, followed by a burst of shouts and cries of killing.
It seemed as if the ancestors whispered and the dead soldiers called out, and the voices echoed across the land: "Hu clothing, horse riding and archery are the foundation of our country. We must not lose them."
Figures emerged one after another. These figures were exceptionally tall and strong, but except for the lack of flesh and blood, their other decorations were no different from those of the Zhao soldiers.
"His cavalry and archery in the Hu clothing shook the northern borders, and no one was more heroic than King Wu Ling!"
This time it was this group of soldiers who shouted, their voices were loud and particularly creepy.
They did not look at King Zhao Daoxiang, but walked out of the bedroom step by step, passing the stunned maids and guards.
Soon, the shouting and screaming outside dissipated, and there were only calls for help and cries of grief.
King Zhao Daoxiang only felt a little dizzy, as if those soldiers before him had relied on his mind to come out.
Now he feels extremely tired.
He closed his eyes slightly. Now he was no longer panicked, and even felt a little calm.
King Zhao Daoxiang knew that Le Jian, the leader of the rebellion in Handan, was about to be beheaded.
The turmoil outside no longer affects him. What he needs to consider now is how to practice the skills in his mind so that he and the State of Zhao can have the confidence to compete with the State of Qin!
Come on, let's do it! Let's see who is more powerful, the Emperor of Qin or our ancestors of the Zhao State!
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Li Mu watched the soldiers flash by and felt a chill coming from him.
After taking a closer look, I could see that it was indeed unusual.
He was also in a trance, otherwise he would have been able to tell the difference between these soldiers at a glance.
There were no Zhao cavalry archers in the Zhao palace, or in the entire Handan! Not to mention that this group of people was made up of bones.
"General, what is this?" Qu Zheng lowered his voice and moved closer to Li Mu, speaking cautiously, fearing that the skeletons would hear him. "Is this your trump card?"
"I don't have anything like this." Li Mu waved his hand. This kind of extraordinary ability was beyond his reach. "If I'm not mistaken, this must be the work of the king."
"The King's trump card?!"
Li Mu knew what Qu was exclaiming about. It was impossible for King Zhao Daoxiang to possess such a thing, otherwise he would have heard of it.
It's not that Li Mu had many spies, but if this kind of killing weapon had always existed in Handan, Zhao State, the Huns would not have allowed Li Mu to manipulate it when they invaded.
But given the current situation, they couldn't help but believe it.
This pair of soldiers came out from the direction of the bedroom, and it could only be the work of King Zhao Daoxiang.
Although we don’t know why King Zhao Daoxiang had such means, who can say for sure about fate?
"Prime Minister Qu, please go inside to pay homage to the king. I will take over the outside." Li Mu looked at the massacre in front of him, clenched the long spear in his hand and rushed out.
The reason why I didn't go up just now was because I wanted to keep my life to protect King Zhao Daoxiang. Now that the situation has turned around, I naturally won't stay here anymore.
A good man should fight on the battlefield!
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escape!
Run away!!
Run away!!!
There was only this one word in Lejian's mind, and all other thoughts disappeared.
All thoughts of controlling the government, intimidating King Zhao Daoxiang, or occupying the royal harem were gone.
Now, he can't think of anything else except escape.
They were obviously desperate criminals, but underneath this skeleton, they had no intention of fighting to the death.
I have seen the majestic music of wearing Hu clothing and riding and shooting, but I have only seen the real living kind, not the authentic kind.
Even if it was not authentic, it still caused him and Le Cheng to stumble back then.
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