It was late at night.
Zhao Gao had a nightmare again.
On the battlefield of Changping, the young Zhao Gao was buried among the Zhao soldiers. His father was lying on his body, using his body as a meat shield to block dozens of arrows for him. The corpses of his brother and friends were not far away.
The entire Changping.
It was like a slaughterhouse.
The rest of their lives would be haunted by nightmares.
It was cold!
It was so cold!
As the youth passed away.
A white figure appeared.
It was so eye-catching in the Qin army's black armor!
He was the Grim Reaper, he was the War God, he was the Devil, he was Bai Qi!
The famous general of the Qin State discovered the Zhao State soldier who was struggling on his last breath. The spear in his hand mercilessly pierced through him and ended his life.
Completely free?
No!
No!
………
"Ah!"
Zhao Gao was startled.
No one would have thought that.
This ruthless character who had turned the world upside down.
At this moment, his silver hair was messy, his face was covered in sweat, and he was terrified. His old face, which was calm even when facing the First Emperor, was now completely distorted by fear.
Changping Battlefield!
The White-Robed Killing God!
This nightmare lasted for fifty years!
If only he had died back then!
Zhao Gao's father, uncles, brothers, and close friends all died on the Changping battlefield.
His mother, sister, teacher, and wife died in the Battle of Handan.
His entire family was dead!
He was the only one who had survived until now!
Zhao Gao grabbed his hair in pain.
After Bai Qi slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people, he let 200 or so young Zhao Soldiers go back to report. Zhao Gao was very lucky, but also very unlucky, to be one of the survivors.
In a flash.
Fifty years!
Fifty years!
There wasn't a day without nightmares.
There wasn't a day that he didn't want to end his own life!
The reason why he was able to struggle to survive.
It was purely because he felt that he had comprehended the guidance of fate.
The look in his father's eyes before he died, the screams of his brothers, the scene of his mother hanging to death, the sorrow of the destruction of the State of Zhao, the desolation of being forced to be a slave, the pain of castration…
Family feud.
A national feud.
It all turned into hatred.
By hook or by crook.
It was good to be notorious for ten thousand years.
It was also good that he was doomed.
He wanted all of Qin to die!
He wanted the Great Qin Empire to be destroyed!
For this, he would give up everything!
Meng Tian, Fu Su, and Li Si's deaths were the beginning!
Killing all the descendants of the First Emperor was just an appetizer!
They played with Qin II, tortured loyal generals, and harmed the people of Great Qin.
All of this was for the sick pleasure and the desire to take revenge on Great Qin!
He had succeeded!
He really succeeded!
He couldn't believe it.
Lianpo couldn't do it.
Li Mu couldn't do it.
The little Zhao Gao did it.
Great Qin had been pushed into the abyss.
They had already been shattered into pieces and were close to complete destruction.
Dawn.
Xianyang County Magistrate Yan Le had arrived.
Yan Le was Zhao Gao's son-in-law.
He was one of Zhao Gao's most trusted people.
Yan Legong respectfully handed over a silk book,"Liu Ji sent a letter."
Zhao Gao smiled playfully and threw the silk book into the brazier without even looking at it." Liu Jiwu tried to persuade me to cooperate with the rebel army to enter Xianyang with the condition of sharing the Guanzhong Plain. However, Liu Ji is extremely ambitious. How could he share the Guanzhong Plain with others? Ridiculous!"
Yan Le said disdainfully,"A mere chief of the Sishui River Pavilion is worthy of being the King of Guanzhong?" If it wasn't for his father-in-law's efforts all these years, how could the Revolutionary Army have taken advantage of the situation and come this far? If the Guanzhong King wanted to be conferred, it should be conferred to his father-in-law.”
"Hehe, you're wrong. Liu Ji isn't simple, he isn't simple at all.”
Zhao Gao closed his eyes as if he didn't want to discuss this issue anymore."Has the ancestral temple sacrifice been deployed?"
"Everything is normal."
Zhao Gao said,"Be careful of this Ziying. He's not that simple."”
Yan Le immediately said,"Father-in-law, don't worry. The entire army of Xianyang City, as well as the guards in the palace, are all under my control. Even if he has a problem, he won't be able to cause any trouble."”
Great Qin was hopeless.
It was rotten from the roots.
Chaos was like a ladder.
Yan Le impatiently climbed up the ladder.
His father-in-law had the capital to negotiate with the Revolutionary Army. It would not be a problem for him to become a Marquis of Ten Thousand Families in the future. His father-in-law was a eunuch and had no son. In the end, wouldn't all of this be passed down to him?
"Go ahead."
"Yes, sir!"
He watched Yan Le leave.
Zhao Gao remained expressionless.
Yan Le didn't understand Zhao Gao, the world didn't understand Zhao Gao, and probably the future generations wouldn't understand either…his entire life, he didn't do it for fame, wealth, or enjoyment. He never thought about his own ending, he only did it for revenge!
He had been hiding for so many years.
He had endured for so many years.
He had suffered for so many years.
The Great Qin Empire collapsed.
His mission would be completed.
In these three years, from the Great Qin Imperial Family, Great Qin's famous generals, famous officials, to Great Qin's soldiers and civilians, Zhao Gao's hands were covered in blood and sins. The innocent lives he had taken were ten times more than what he had taken on the battlefield, and he was only one step away from completely destroying Great Qin!
The last goal was achieved.
Zhao Gao had no regrets.
As for what the world would become?
Hehe, Zhao Guan didn't care. He only wanted the Qin people to die!
…………
Four hours later.
The auspicious time was almost here.
Zhao Gao changed into a brand new Prime Minister's court uniform and appeared in the ancestral temple.
At this moment, Zhao Gao didn't look like he had been woken up by a nightmare. He was calm and composed, indifferent, and had the demeanor of a sage.
Ziying was here.
He only brought a few followers.
Two of them were his sons.
Zhao Gao smiled as he watched them walk in.
He had personally tortured and killed 33 princes and princesses of the First Emperor.
Most of those princesses and princes had been tortured and finally ground to death with stones. Their shrill screams and wails still lingered in his ears.
The first emperor's direct bloodline.
Except for Ying Lin whose whereabouts were unknown.
The others, including the second generation, had all been killed.
However…
Not enough.
All of Great Qin's Ying family members had to die!
Not only did he have to die! He would not die a good death!
How should he deal with these people in the future?
Five punishments? Car crack? Waist cut? No, this was too easy for them. It was better to torture them bit by bit for three days and three nights!
Suddenly.
At this moment.
An extremely strong premonition appeared.
Zhao Gao's gaze passed Ziying and landed on the young man behind him. Although Zhao Gao had never seen Ziying's two sons, he was sure that this guy was definitely not Ziying's son!
Because…
He recognized this person!
He was the eldest son of Fu Su, Ying Lin!
Zhao Gao's expression changed drastically, and he shrieked,""Stop!"
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