"Ding! Congratulations on completing the mission!"
"Congratulations, Master, for obtaining the item reward, Sword Saint Ye Gucheng. Additional reward: 3 packs of Furongwang cigarettes (and tobacco seeds).”
"Congratulations, Master, for obtaining the invention plan, Advanced Paper Making Technique.”
The system's voice sounded in Fu Su's mind. It could be seen that the airborne troops had completed their mission.
Such a reward was considered generous.
Ye Gucheng came from Gu Long's novel " The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng ". He was famous for his extraordinary flying immortal technique!
On the night of the full moon, on the summit of the forbidden city, a sword came from the west, and an immortal flew out of the sky!
These four sentences described Ye Gucheng's ultimate move, the 'Heavenly Fairy.' It was said that when this move was used, it was as beautiful as a fairy descending to the mortal world!
In such a chaotic world, it was much safer to have Ye Gucheng's protection.
As for the value of the paper making technique, there was no need to mention it.
In history, Cai Lun of the Eastern Han Dynasty had improved the art of paper making and made it popular. In this warring period, every country used bamboo slips, which was extremely inconvenient to use.
What Fu Su couldn't stand the most was that there was no toilet paper in the toilet!
The people of this dynasty even used bamboo slips to go to the toilet! The hard bamboo slip slid across his butt, and the pain was self-evident.
As a result, every time he went to the toilet, he would feel a strong sense of constipated pleasure!
With the Paper Making Technique, he would not have to worry about going to the toilet in the future.
As for the additional prizes, Fu Su was even more surprised. He was a smoking man in his previous life. He had been here for nearly four months and had not smoked a single cigarette. He was suffocating…
After that, everything was carried out according to Fu Su's orders. The airborne troops rushed over with the head of King Xiang of Wei and hung it on the city wall.
With the death of King Xiang of Wei, the soldiers of Wei lost all will to fight. Most of them put down their weapons and chose to surrender. A portion of the soldiers were straightforward and insisted on continuing to fight. However, facing the Qin army that was unstoppable, these remaining Wei troops were at most a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
When the sun completely set in the west mountain, the entire world turned completely dark.
Corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.
The Qin army had won a great victory. They raised their torches and danced around the fire. A portion of the soldiers roasted the beef and cheered loudly.
"All soldiers, listen up. Ten thousand troops will stay here and guard the fallen capital. The rest of the soldiers, follow me back to the court tomorrow!”
"As ordered!"
The soldiers raised their spears and responded loudly.
In their eyes, Fu Su was a god-like figure. He had easily killed two of Wei's generals and led only 30,000 troops to overcome the natural barrier and completely wipe out the Wei army in a day.
Most importantly…Young Master Fusu was only fifteen years old this year!
After saying this, Fu Su sat down again and picked up a bowl of wine. He clinked it with Wang Jian and drank it in one gulp.
Wang Jian also raised his cup and drank to his heart's content. He looked at Fu Su, and his heart could not help but churn.
Not only did such a young man have the help of the heavens, but he also had everything under control. His expression was that of a scheming old fox. He didn't look like an innocent youth at all. He was clearly a hundred-year-old wily fox…
Thinking up to here, Wang Jian softly said,"Wang Jian has something to ask."
"General, feel free to speak." Fu Su replied with interest.
"Young Master is a god-like soldier and can be said to be the pillar of the Qin country! May I know…what ambitions do you have?"
Fu Su did not even think and blurted out," Help Father unify the world and sweep through the six countries." Help the people live and work in peace and contentment!”
Hearing this, Wang Jian's eyes flickered. Then, he raised his cup." Young Master's ambition is deeply admirable! This subject, Wang Jian, toasts you!"
"Haha, General is too polite." Fu Su waved his hand and replied with a smile.
After he had eaten and drunk to his heart's content, Fu Su took out a Lotus King and lit it up with a fire. It blew out clouds and mist, and his face was filled with enjoyment.
"What is Young Master talking about?" When Wang Jian saw this scene, his face was even more curious.
"Cigarette!" Fu Su scratched his head and looked at Wang Jian's confused face. He didn't know how to explain and could only say,""When you have nothing to do, smoke a cigarette. Life is as happy as a god.”
Wang Jian nodded. His old face turned red as he said,"Young Master, to be honest, I also want to experience the feeling of being an immortal.”
"Haha." Fu Su laughed out loud and handed one over.
Wang Jian hurriedly nodded and imitated Fu Su to puff out smoke.
……
Qin Palace.
Ying Zheng was sitting on the throne with one hand on his forehead, his face full of worry.
"Is there any intel?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Your Majesty, there is still no news from the front lines.”A general below the stage replied.
" Alas, it has been more than forty days since I came here, but I haven't received any news. Could it be…" Thinking of this, Ying Zheng's face became even more worried.
On the other hand, Lu Buwei, who was standing in the corner, was quite pleased with himself.
This little bastard actually caused him to lose face in the imperial court. He deserved to end up like this.
"Zhongfu, even if you're happy, you don't have to show it!”Ying Zheng's eyes were cold as he looked at the old man who was baring his teeth.
"Cough cough, Your Majesty, this old subject…is ashamed!”Lu Buwei wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't sound apologetic at all.
Seeing this, Ying Zheng's anger grew even more intense.
Because the power of the imperial court was weak, Ying Zheng had to endure Lu Buwei. But today, his son's life and death were unknown, and this old bastard was actually so arrogant.
If Fu Su couldn't return safely this time, he would definitely behead Lu Buwei!
To warn others!
"Report! Young Master is back! Young Master is back!"
A guard rushed in, knelt on the ground, and said loudly.
"Stand up and speak clearly!" Ying Zheng's face was filled with joy and excitement.
"Your Majesty! According to the scouts, Young Master Fusu had led 10,000 troops back to the capital. He would be able to report to the court in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!”
"Haha!" Ying Zheng laughed out loud, his heart finally relaxed." All my beloved ministers, come with me to welcome my son!”
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