Three days have passed since Ying Zheng left for the court meeting in the east, and the atmosphere in Xianyang has become a little tense.
In addition to repairing the royal palace that was destroyed by the Tang Dynasty, more soldiers were collecting food and fodder in various places in Xianyang.
Although the main force is the army under Bai Qi, some soldiers in Xianyang still have to be taken away.
After all, the incident of Yongcheng being contaminated by the Wei River made Ying Zheng realize that if he relied solely on the soldiers under Bai Qi's command, something bad would happen.
Even if all the countries were razed to the ground, I'm afraid there wouldn't be many people left in their cities.
It would be better to mix in some people to suppress this group of living dead.
The sky was still a little dark at the hour of Mao. Although the sun had come out a little, the sky was still a little dim.
Especially against the backdrop of the dark masses of soldiers below, it appeared even darker and had a more solemn and murderous atmosphere.
Bai Qi led this group of soldiers and waited at the gate of Xianyang City.
This group of soldiers did not include his troops, most of them were just the original guards of Xianyang City.
This group of soldiers are veterans who survived the previous battle and are also the remaining Iron Eagle warriors on this land.
Since Ying Zheng hasn't arrived yet, they have to continue waiting here.
But no one complained, and no one dared to be disrespectful.
Ying Zheng's power has already struck the hearts of all the lower-class people in the Qin Dynasty, and the Battle of Hangu has pushed Ying Zheng's prestige to the peak.
No one cared that Ying Zheng was only fourteen years old. What they cared about was his military achievements and his power.
Even at his peak, Bai Qi could not achieve the kind of power that Ying Zheng had, nor could he achieve the kind of majesty that the Battle of Hangu Pass had.
Bai Qi was so admired by the Qin army, not to mention Ying Zheng, who was even more powerful than him.
"Whoa whoa--"
Accompanied by the crowing of a rooster, the true dawn sunlight shone down, and with it appeared Ying Zheng.
The wind that was originally noisy has stopped, and everything has become quiet in an unusually natural way.
No one dared to speak, and nothing dared to make a sound. Between heaven and earth, apart from Ying Zheng, no other thing made any sound.
As if the pause button was pressed, everything slowed down, and only Ying Zheng walked up to the Xianyang city wall slowly.
Behind him, Wei Zhuang was still holding the Tai'a sword, bending over and following behind Ying Zheng. Apart from Wei Zhuang, no one else followed him.
On the huge city wall of Xianyang, there were only Ying Zheng and Wei Zhuang.
The huge city of Xianyang was surrounded by a sea of black people. They were soldiers, the most loyal soldiers to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng still held Cheng Jiao in his arms, still in the form of an enlightened beast, curled up in Ying Zheng's arms.
Chen Xuan floated above Ying Zheng's head, looking at the dark crowd below, looking at this group of people who were preparing to expand the territory and become the pioneers to unify China.
Yesterday, all the countries were in turmoil, and Chen Xuan had already felt the unusual movements coming from those places.
Although we cannot know exactly what kind of fortune we have, judging from the State of Zhao, it is likely that we will not be easy to deal with.
But Chen Xuan wasn't afraid, and even felt a little excited. After all, it was difficult to kill the nobles of various countries casually, and it was impossible to kill them all.
It would be better to let them kill each other, make them lose the support of the people, and completely eliminate the possibility of restoring their country.
As long as the people's hearts are lost, with Ying Zheng's current grace, I am afraid that it will be passed down to the people of the entire China.
After the unification of the various kingdoms and the establishment of the Qin Dynasty, the saying "imperial power does not extend to the countryside" would surely become a real joke.
"I have always had a dream." Ying Zheng looked at the soldiers below, "This dream has been the dream of several generations of Qin monarchs."
"Go east!" Ying Zheng's voice rose and instantly spread throughout Xianyang and reached everyone's ears.
"Our ancestor, King Wu, raised the tripod in Luoyang and challenged the world; King Zhaoxiang, raised an army of one million, making other nations dare not look directly at our Great Qin; two years ago, our Great Qin made other nations kneel and beg for forgiveness.
But this is not enough, far from enough. I am tired, tired of this fighting and killing."
All the soldiers raised their heads and looked at Ying Zheng, the man bathed in the sun, the king of Qin, the emperor of Qin.
"I want to unify, to unify this chaotic place. I don't need so many people with the same name as me. I want to be the only one. I want only my country, the Great Qin, and my people on this land!"
"This is an unjust war, a war unprecedented and unparalleled. If we win this war, I will share your glory; if we lose, I will share your shame.
In this war, you will face enemies many times your size, you will face incredibly strong walls, and you will have to climb mountains and cross rivers. The road ahead will be difficult, and you may even lose your life. Are you afraid?
It was like a powder keg had been lit. Everyone roared in anger. These soldiers were yelling like crazy, venting their loyalty:
"Don't be afraid!"
These two short words seemed to dim a little of the brilliance of the dawning sun.
Endless echoes reverberated here, like a sudden thunderclap between heaven and earth.
This is a kind of momentum, a military momentum.
At this moment, the souls of this group of soldiers were found again.
Chen Xuan looked at the white tiger that was gradually condensing above the group of soldiers and let out a light breath. The phantom of the white tiger nestled in the space of the beast armor attached itself to the heads of the soldiers with the breath.
If they still had the beast armor, Chen Xuan would not be able to provide any help to this group of soldiers no matter what.
But now the beast armor is gone, and the thing that restrained him is gone, so naturally he gave his soldier soul directly to this group of people, to this group of soldiers.
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