[Meng Tian's name was misspelled and has been corrected. If there are any other misspelled names, please tag me and I will correct them.]
Just as the wicked husband was chatting idly with them, a series of chaotic footsteps sounded outside the mansion, accompanied by excited voices.
"Hey, the lads are back?"
When the wicked man arrived outside the mansion, he saw five hundred people walking towards him, supporting each other and chatting and laughing. Although they were covered in blood and wounds, they were excited and even had the mind to joke with others. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
He hoped that these people who came with him would also leave with him!
"Squad leader!"
Seeing the wicked man standing at the gate of the mansion looking at them, the Qin soldiers, each of whom had killed several enemies, became even more excited and rushed over in two or three steps.
"Good, they're all back!" The wicked man looked at everyone with a sly smile, then said, "Quickly send the injured comrades to the manor."
The soldiers dared not delay and immediately helped their wounded comrades into the mansion. Only two hundred or so people remained, staring intently at the wicked husband.
"Erniu!"
"I'm here, platoon leader!"
Erniu immediately emerged from the crowd, walked straight to the wicked man's side, and asked, "Squad leader, what are your orders?"
The wicked man glanced at the six clan leaders beside him without making a sound, then whispered something in Erniu's ear. A look of surprise and excitement flashed in Erniu's eyes, and he nodded emphatically.
"Gentlemen, please lead the way!" Erniu gestured for them to proceed, and the six clan leaders immediately stepped forward to lead the way.
In an era without checks or bank transfers, and with gold, silver, and copper as currency, dealing with large sums of money was extremely inconvenient. The wicked man pondered for a moment and decided that he would eventually suggest to the First Emperor to unify the currency with paper money!
The inconvenience of carrying currency will lead to the backwardness of commerce. After all, no one dares to go out carrying thousands or tens of thousands of gold and silver, lest they be targeted and robbed.
After they left, the wicked man went straight to the large flag at the entrance of the mansion. His Qin sword flashed with a cold light, and the flagpole, as thick as a baby's arm, was cut in half with an extremely smooth cut.
"The sword is a fine sword, but it's too light!" The wicked man shook his head and sighed, then caught the severed banner and carried it on his shoulder as he walked into the city.
At this time, the battle inside the city turned into a one-sided affair. The Qin army, like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain, chased and killed the routed rebel soldiers everywhere, leaving corpses strewn all over the city.
"A large banner? Is the general coming to provide reinforcements?"
The rebels, who had been filled with despair, suddenly perked up and stared intently at the small flag that was just beginning to emerge, as if they had found their leader.
but!
The next moment, when the blood-covered villain carrying the banner appeared in everyone's sight, these traitors were utterly desperate.
"Gentlemen, your commander is probably not coming..." The wicked man said with a playful tone, his eyes mocking as he looked at the distraught rebels.
"Hahaha, good lad, I knew you could do it!" A man stepped out from the Qin army formation, also covered in blood, it was none other than Meng Tian, the commander of the Five Hundred.
He couldn't go to the first assault on the city, and now that he had released all the pent-up anger in his heart, he felt exceptionally relaxed.
"Rip~"
The wicked man chuckled, tore the rebel banner apart in front of both armies, threw it on the ground, and laughed, "Five hundred lords, continue killing?"
Meng Tian, filled with boundless pride, nodded emphatically and replied, "The rebels should be executed! Kill them!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the wicked man charged toward the traitors like a cannonball, his Qin sword flashing coldly, and several heads fell to the ground in an instant.
"stop!"
"You brat, how can you be so murderous?"
Just then, a loud voice rang out from behind the Qin army. The Qin army immediately made way, and Meng Ao led a group of generals on horseback slowly approaching.
Meng Ao's gaze fell on the head that the wicked husband had tucked into his waistband, and his smile deepened. "To have won four major merits in one battle, you can be considered the number one person in our Great Qin!"
The wicked man dared not presume and immediately bowed respectfully, saying, "Commander, you flatter me. I am but a humble man, relying only on luck and brute force!"
Don't be arrogant in victory, and don't be discouraged in defeat!
The military generals' evaluation of the wicked man instantly rose several points.
It should be understood that it is human nature for young people to be proud and arrogant when they achieve success, but for a young man to be so calm and composed, his future achievements are bound to be remarkable.
"This kid is too modest!"
"If it were me, I would have already lost all sense of propriety."
"......."
At this moment, all the generals showed goodwill smiles, wanting to form a good relationship with the wicked husband.
"Generals, if you keep following Kua'efu, you'll lose your bearings!"
The wicked man scratched the back of his head. He really didn't take it seriously. He was only fourteen years old and he was already this strong. What would he be like in the future?
In another ten or twenty years, after undergoing a dozen or twenty strengthenings, what level will his physique reach?
I wouldn't even dare to think about it!
By then, I'm afraid I could form an army all by myself.
Therefore, it's not that he's being modest; this is nothing at all!
"Alright, the rebels haven't been completely suppressed yet. Let's talk about this when we get back!" Meng Ao said, stopping everyone. How could they be chatting like this in front of the rebels?
The wicked man's smile vanished instantly, his murderous gaze falling on the rebels. He said in a harsh voice, "The rebels must not be spared; they should all be executed."
As he spoke, this guy picked up Qin Jian and tried to continue his attack, which frightened the rebels so much that they trembled.
"We've surrendered! We've surrendered!"
Even knowing they would meet a bad end, at least they could survive. But if they really faced this killer, they would be finished.
The wicked man could only stop and turn to look at Meng Ao, awaiting his decision.
"kill!"
Meng Ao coldly uttered a sentence: These people in front of him were originally surrendered soldiers of Zhao. Since they have betrayed us, there is no room for mercy.
The generals behind him had cold eyes, and none of them spoke up to stop them. If the Qin army were to rebel, the lowest-ranking soldiers would be exiled or forced into hard labor, but the Zhao soldiers who surrendered would only face death!
The moment the words fell, the wicked man took the lead, rushing into the crowd and creating a bloody storm, moving as fast as cutting wheat.
"this...."
The wicked man's fierce and ruthless appearance astonished the generals. No wonder this kid was able to win four major merits in one battle; it wasn't just luck!
"Let's do it!"
The Qin army surged like a tide, spreading out throughout the city to pursue and kill the rebels, never hesitating no matter how much they cried and begged.
The wars between the vassal states had lasted for more than two hundred years. Even though they shared the same roots, they had long since become mortal enemies and would show absolutely no mercy.
The slaughter lasted for two hours. The Qin army turned Jinyang City upside down, ensuring that no rebel soldier escaped before they finally rested.
The military history department immediately began to compile and review the soldiers' battle achievements to ensure that no one dared to claim or falsely report their military merits.
The wicked man planted the Qin sword in his hand into the ground, then slowly sat down against the wall. As his tense nerves relaxed, the intense pain from his wounds made him grimace.
When he saw the respectful gazes of the Qin soldiers around him, the evil man took a deep breath, forced himself to endure the pain, and put on a mysterious and inscrutable expression.
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