The vast and boundless ocean swept over, carrying with it an irresistible force that was beyond human control, making people feel despair and unable to help but retreat.
“Thump, thump, thump—”
Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang retreated more than ten steps before they could barely steady themselves.
Their weapons were not damaged and their bodies were not injured, but they were defeated completely and convincingly.
"We lost..."
"Is this your true strength?"
Ying Zhao retracted his sword and looked at his old friend calmly, his voice serious and firm.
"Gai Nie, I won't kill you."
"But I will let you know that rebelling against Qin is a wrong choice."
"Father's ideals align with Heaven's will. Only a unified Qin can truly establish an ideal nation."
At night, the stars are twinkling and the moonlight is like water.
Ying Zheng, Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang, Han Xin, Zhang Liang, various philosophers... and others had the same dream.
In the dream, the country is peaceful and the people are prosperous. The seas are calm and the rivers are clear. The people have enough food and clothing and live and work in peace and contentment.
No war, no slaughter.
The country has laws and the people have officials to govern them. People get paid for their work, have access to medical care when they are sick, have access to education when they are young, and have access to care for the elderly.
The bustling streets are filled with laughter and joy. The people have rosy complexions and are in high spirits, their eyes full of hope and yearning for the future.
It's a scene of peace and prosperity.
It is incredibly beautiful, like a paradise on earth.
And this paradise is called "Daqin".
“Chirp, chirp, chirp—”
In the early morning, the cheerful chirping of birds woke Gai Nie up. He sat up and looked at the blue sky. A rare hint of confusion flashed in his determined eyes.
"Did I do something wrong..."
There are many people who are as confused as Gai Nie.
They really couldn't imagine that the Qin Dynasty, which was now full of heavy taxes and widespread public resentment, would become the beautiful ideal country in their dreams in the future.
Most people regard it as an illusory dream, but a flame of hope is quietly ignited in their hearts.
When the news of the yield of the Autumn Harvest Divine Seed came, the flames completely ignited into a raging fire.
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