After his guards left, Meng Ao asked again, "Do you know how many Zhao reinforcements there are?"
The Sun family patriarch immediately shook his head and said timidly, "They only said they would send a large army to help, but they didn't tell us how many there would be."
"perhaps...."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the wicked husband.
"What do you mean, 'maybe'? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll chop you up!" The wicked man's anger surged, his words filled with brutal murderous intent. Perhaps due to the killing just now, he appeared exceptionally irritable.
The Sun family patriarch swallowed hard, stammering, "Perhaps...perhaps Wang Meng knows..."
All eyes turned to the wicked husband. He was somewhat embarrassed, slapped his head which was tucked into his waistband, and muttered, "Useless thing, say what you have to say!"
have to.
His main trait was being unreasonable, leaving everyone speechless and unsure of what to say to him.
"Never mind!" Meng Ao sighed. This matter was not the fault of the evil husband. He was unaware of it in the first place, and besides, how could Wang Meng possibly tell him on his own initiative?
"You may all leave now. Head to the city immediately to command the troops and establish martial law. I must report this matter to the King immediately!" Meng Ao pinched the bridge of his nose and dismissed the group.
"Yes, Your subordinate obeys!" The generals bowed and were about to turn and leave when they were stopped by the wicked man.
The crowd was puzzled and looked at the wicked husband with some doubt. This was indeed a wicked husband; if it were anyone else, they would have already reprimanded them.
"Kid, what else do you want?" Meng Ao asked, somewhat curious.
The wicked man cleared his throat, and under the questioning gazes of the crowd, said in a deep voice, "General, Jinyang is the former capital of the Zhao state, and all the people in the city are Zhao people."
"The State of Zhao and my State of Qin are mortal enemies. They have fought hundreds of battles, large and small, so you can imagine how deep the hatred between them is."
His words caused everyone to fall into deep thought. They probably knew what the wicked man was trying to say, and a sense of gravity rose in their hearts. They had really overlooked this issue.
"Are you afraid that the Zhao people in the city will riot?" Meng Ao felt relieved. His thoughts were in disarray just now, and even he hadn't thought of this question.
The wicked man nodded and said, word by word, "Leaving aside the distant past, just consider how Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi, massacred 400,000 Zhao soldiers. Only a few years have passed?"
"The State of Zhao is confident that it can swallow up the elite troops sent by the State of Qin to quell the rebellion. It must be that the number of troops it has sent must be quite large, which will indirectly boost the resistance of the Zhao people in the city."
The generals present all nodded in agreement. They were seasoned veterans and not fools; they could naturally understand the underlying reasons.
Seeing no hope, the people of Zhao would choose to live a life of ignominy. But if they could see hope, or if the hope was very strong, they would definitely mutini!
Meng Ao stroked his beard, his opinion of the wicked man rising even higher. Having developed a fondness for talent, he didn't mind giving the wicked man a chance.
"You wicked little brat, then tell me, what should we do?"
"kill!"
The wicked man extended a finger and said in a ruthless and decisive tone, "Even if we share the same roots, our positions are different. We should use swift and decisive means to nip all uncertainties in the bud!"
Meng Ao frowned immediately. Admittedly, the wicked husband's idea was simple and effective, but he did not want to commit such a bloody crime.
Back when he was Bai Qi's deputy general, he often advised Lord Wu'an not to be too bloodthirsty, but the man simply wouldn't listen and ended up with such a tragic end. Who can say for sure if this was related to that?
"Sigh!" The wicked husband sighed inwardly, knowing perfectly well what he was worried about.
"As the saying goes, if you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm!" The wicked man made a throat-slitting gesture, then looked directly at Meng Ao with neither servility nor arrogance, and continued, "Commander, you don't want our Qin soldiers to be attacked from both sides and have our rear caught in a fire, do you?"
Meng Ao looked at the wicked husband meaningfully, and after a few breaths, he suddenly burst into laughter, "I've fought in the south and north for decades, and I'm still not as decisive and insightful as you little brat."
"Since that's the case!" His eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he roared murderously, "Zhang Chun, Xin Yong, you two immediately take your men... and kill!"
"The situation is urgent, so you may act freely. I will explain to the King when the time comes."
The two generals who were named immediately stood up, cupped their hands, and accepted the order.
The wicked man hesitated, wanting to join in, but just as he was about to volunteer, Meng Ao saw right through him.
"You wicked husband!"
"exist!"
Meng Ao spoke in a loud voice, "You have achieved four major military merits in one battle and killed countless enemies. I hereby appoint you as the commander of the five hundred and lead troops out of the city to investigate the movements of the Zhao army."
"Don't be discouraged, this is the highest military rank within my authority!"
"Once the war is over, I will personally petition the King for your merits. Your title and final military rank will be decided solely by the King!"
Speaking of this, he seemed to recall something amusing, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly. He thought to himself, "Now, you old fox, you've got some trouble to deal with!"
Ying Zheng is still young, and his father, Lü Buwei, holds absolute power in the court. The matter of rewarding the wicked man will certainly be decided by him, and it will only be a formality for the king.
Just thinking about how to bestow a reward upon him made his scalp tingle, and Lü Buwei was probably going to have a terrible headache.
The wicked man, unaware of Meng Ao's thoughts, grinned foolishly and said, "Commander, please rest assured, I will handle this matter perfectly."
Meng Ao smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
Upon seeing this, everyone immediately turned and retreated.
The wicked man had only taken a few steps when, as if remembering something, he turned around and chuckled, "Commander, I have a share of the treasures looted from the six families. Don't take them all."
"Chief Sun, don't you agree?"
The Sun family patriarch nodded immediately without the slightest hesitation, which greatly pleased the wicked husband.
"Get out of here!" Meng Ao snapped, his face stern. But his face was full of a sly smile, a far cry from his fierce and extraordinary appearance on the battlefield. He was barely suppressing his laughter, his old face turning slightly red.
Meng Wu shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't delay military operations. How could the commander-in-chief possibly care about your meager earnings? Besides, the money will eventually end up in the national treasury."
"Since you earned the money through your own abilities, no one can touch it."
It must be said that the second generation of the Meng family, one of the top families in the Qin Dynasty, has a demeanor that is truly extraordinary.
The wicked man chuckled, gave Meng Wu a grateful look, then bowed to Meng Ao and his son before leaving with Chun Ning's help.
Upon leaving the county government office, the wicked man took a deep breath, sensing the tense and chilling atmosphere in the air, and gently pushed away Chun Ning's hand that was supporting him.
By this time, all the wounds on his body had scabbed over, and the tingling sensation from the healing wounds made him involuntarily move his hands and feet.
"Master Wubai, you..." Chun Ning was so frightened that her eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and she hurriedly tried to step forward to help him up.
"It's alright, I was just faking it!" The wicked man didn't know how to explain, so he just laughed it off and immediately changed the subject, "Five hundred commanders can lead five hundred soldiers. Right now, we should quickly gather men and send them out of the city to carry out the commander's orders."
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