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How could Marquis Taisheng dare to be disrespectful to Duke Bian?
He couldn't even defeat the weak emperor, let alone the powerful princes. He had a bitter face, and his originally fair and handsome appearance was now full of bitterness. The white hair on his temples indicated that he was no longer young.
Over the years, he has only had two children. The eldest son is the future heir, and the younger son was sent to Bian State as a hostage. In a blink of an eye, he has not seen his son for many years.
Thinking of his youngest son who was born sickly, Tai Shenghou's wavering heart became a little firmer, but when he thought of the emperor coming in person, he was still overwhelmed by the huge pressure and could not raise his head.
"Madam, why do you have to say such things? You and I have been married for many years. Don't you know how much I admire Duke Bian?"
Sheng Jiang neither nodded nor shook her head, and her expression couldn't tell what she was thinking.
She just stared at Tai Shenghou with a pair of deep eyes, which made Tai Shenghou, who was already feeling guilty, sweat profusely.
After a long pause, she finally spoke, "Lord Taisheng, the news that the emperor is attacking Taisheng has spread throughout the world. I believe that Duke Bian will send troops to help soon. In any case, just guard the city gates and wait for the Bian army to arrive."
"Really? Duke Bian is willing to send reinforcements?"
Tai Shenghou was so happy that he didn't even bother to look at Sheng Jiang's expression. The reason why he was afraid of the emperor was because the few soldiers under his command could not compete with the emperor!
Moreover, one's own family knows one's own business. The soldiers under his command are not only unable to defeat the emperor, they don't want to fight with the emperor at all. Most of those soldiers' homes are near Jingchang. Whether they win or lose, they can never go back.
This battle cannot be won at all, and Tai Shenghou is anxious about it.
If Bian State sent reinforcements, it would be different. Bian State's soldiers were famously powerful, otherwise Bian State would not have become one of the seven most powerful vassal states today.
Those soldiers who came from the State of Bian did not care about the identity of the emperor. They only obeyed the orders of the Duke of Bian.
"Then it's true? Tai Shengjun just wait for good news."
"Well, well, well! Madam is truly a rare virtuous and intelligent person in the world. Having a madam is like having a prime minister!"
"My talents and knowledge are far from perfect, how can I compare with the Prime Minister? Your Majesty, you are joking. There are so many things to do. You should focus more on yourself."
After saying a few more appropriate words to show the care between husband and wife, Tai Shenghou left contentedly. As soon as he left, the smile on Sheng Jiang's face faded like the tide, replaced by disdain and a hint of anxiety.
She called her confidants and informed them to pack up their luggage in the next few days and escape at night before the emperor's army arrived!
"Madam, the king..."
The confidant had been married to Taisheng with Sheng Jiang for many years, and she was reluctant to let him go suddenly. Moreover, Sheng Jiang was still engaged to the Marquis of Taisheng. If she ran away like this, people all over the world would laugh at her.
"Just say that I went to Bian State to ask for reinforcements, but the reinforcements didn't arrive, and Tai Shenghou failed to defend the city and died when the city was broken. I will remain a widow for him in Bian State."
Sheng Jiang has clearly seen through the cowardly nature of Tai Shenghou, and she also understands that at this critical juncture, no prince would be willing to lend a helping hand to Tai Sheng.
Therefore, the reinforcements will never arrive. Instead of staying and waiting for the city to fall and perish with it, it is better to return home quickly and make other plans.
Sheng Jiang wouldn't just wait here like an idiot.
"Well, Madam, would you like to tell the prince?"
Sheng Jiang hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
The two sons of Tai Shenghou were not Sheng Jiang's biological children. Sheng Jiang fell ill when she was young and became unable to have children. These two sons were raised by her since they were young and called her mother for many years. She did have some feelings for them.
But the prince must live and die with the city, and she cannot take him away.
"After returning, just take good care of Yi. Yi is in Bian State, and Tai Shenghou dare not say anything else."
Prince Yi is the youngest son of Marquis Taisheng, and Sheng Jiang is the wife of Marquis Taisheng. She should have stayed in Taisheng. She returned to Bian State under the pretext of asking for reinforcements. If Marquis Taisheng wanted to denounce her, she would have no basis to stand.
By controlling Young Master Yi, we can make Tai Shenghou shut up.
The confidant responded with a "yes" and then went down to instruct everyone on what to do.
Two days later, Shen Zhiwei finally arrived at the military camp.
There were 500 people attacking the city, but there were more than 500 people on the battlefield. The 500 people were elite soldiers. In addition, there were about 1,500 vanguards.
They gathered two thousand people, which was the same number of defenders in Taisheng City on the surface.
Most of the vanguards were slaves, and some unlucky people under the rule of Tai Shenghou were captured to serve as vanguards. This was a very common thing in this era. To put it bluntly, the vanguards were cannon fodder on the battlefield. Once on the battlefield, they were the first layer of defense shield, and their purpose was to consume the enemy's physical strength and weapons.
There is also some bluffing effect. The pressure brought by 500 people charging and 2,000 people rushing forward is completely different.
Hu Youan was more conscientious than other generals. Most of the vanguard troops she captured were young and strong slaves, and a small number were younger commoners.
The young and strong have a certain ability to fight back, and the young common people can dodge faster. If they are smart enough on the battlefield, they can survive.
Just looking at the group of half-dressed, numb, and lifeless pioneers, Shen Zhiwei felt particularly uncomfortable.
But this is the way the world is. The battlefield never stops. Her temporary kindness is useless. If she really wants to save these people and millions of others, she must create a unified country.
She had to become the first emperor in order to rescue these people from the vortex of war and prevent them from being strangled by the meat grinder of the battlefield.
But how could she possibly have that ability? She didn't even dare to go on a real battlefield.
Shen Zhiwei only took a glance before getting off the carriage and walking into the commander's tent surrounded by the crowd.
When the emperor's figure completely disappeared, some soldiers with more lively temperaments began to discuss in a low voice. Even some people in the vanguard army could not restrain their excitement and said that they had seen the king!
The king has such fair skin and such neat teeth, he looks like a noble man.
The king had just turned 15, but he was unexpectedly so tall. He was half a head taller than most soldiers. However, if we talk about height, Doctor Hu is still taller. Doctor Hu is half a head taller than the tallest soldier.
The king really came to see them.
"Hey, you say, is what that noble man said before true? If, if you can kill the enemy on the battlefield, you can escape slavery and become a commoner."
"You don't believe it, do you? How could such a good thing happen? Who wouldn't kill someone? How could one become a commoner by killing someone? Nobles wouldn't be so kind."
"But, but the King is here, the King is here! The King is the Son of Heaven, and what the Son of Heaven says can't be false, right?"
Similar discussions were heard among the vanguard, and the soldiers nearby heard them and angrily scolded them.
"What are you talking about? How dare you be so rude to such an honored person!"
With a roar of anger, the slave who had just had a glimmer of hope in his eyes instantly returned to his lifeless appearance. He knelt down resignedly, prostrating himself on the ground, waiting for the whip or weapon to fall on him.
The pain would torment them, weaken them, and perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow, they would die.
This is better. I don’t have to go to the battlefield, die under the enemy’s swords, and have my body trampled underfoot.
Several people were waiting for the judgment of fate, but they didn't expect that after waiting for a while, there was no movement.
One of the brave slaves looked up, saw the soldier who scolded them, and left.
That’s right, they left, as if the scolding just now was just a casual warning. They knew they were wrong and I would ignore them again.
Accustomed to the slave life of being whipped and insulted at every turn, several slaves looked at each other, and when soldiers passed by, they quickly lowered their heads and assumed the most humble attitude.
In an instant, the possibility of countless deaths once again filled their minds.
The soldier saw a circle of heads kneeling on the ground, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Then he muttered in a bad tone: "Why are you kneeling in the middle of the road? The king has left, and you are still kneeling here. No one can see you."
"Hey! Get up quickly, all of you! Go back to your tents and don't move around. If you disturb the noble carriage, you'll be in trouble! Get out of here!"
At the soldiers' repeated urging, several slaves crawled away from their original place. When they returned to their tents, they looked at each other and touched themselves in disbelief.
There was not a single scratch on their bodies.
The glimmer of hope that had just been extinguished is now growing wildly in my heart like weeds.
Perhaps, they can really rely on killing enemies on the battlefield to fight for a different future for themselves.
Get rid of the status of slavery and become a commoner.
The slaves stopped talking together and returned to their own positions. Some lay down to sleep to conserve their energy, while others took out the only broken knives and swords beside them and sharpened them. If they didn't have any swords, they would find stones and branches to sharpen them.
No matter what weapon it is, carry it with you and kill the enemy tomorrow. As long as you kill one, you will become a commoner!
Kill two and they can save a family member, kill ten and they can even get the land!
If there is hope for advancement, these people whose lives are as worthless as ants will naturally be willing to gamble their worthless lives and risk their lives to do something.
While the fire in the pioneers' hearts burned, the soldiers were also eager to fight. The five hundred of them had long been jealous of the soldiers who had made great contributions at the Donghai Salt Field. They heard that there was a soldier named Yong at the salt field who not only fought bravely on the battlefield but also made great contributions. His elderly parents had already received his share of the land and were going to take good care of it so that they could plant a few acres of beans later.
The harvest won’t be very good, but since there is no tax for the first three years of the rewarded land, even if you contribute a handful of grain, it’s free profit!
The soldiers were eager to rush into Taisheng City and kill the enemy right now!
Shen Zhiwei was unaware of the people outside's eagerness to fight and seek merit. She had just entered the tent and hadn't even seen what the battalion commander looked like when Hu Youan began to persuade her to leave.
It would have been fine if she just went through the motions without saying anything, but she left less than five minutes after she landed. That was a bit too much!
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