Please give me some fresh flowers, this will give me motivation.
Thinking of this, Fu Su shouted,"Prepare the brush, ink, and bamboo slips!"”
A moment later, a soldier came with bamboo slips and brush and ink.
In this era, paper-making hadn't been invented yet, so he could only use bamboo slips to write things.
However, the writing brush was invented by his teacher, Meng Tian.
After taking the bamboo slips and brush, Fu Su thought,""After a period of time, I'd better think of a way to make paper. Otherwise, it's too inconvenient to write!”
Fu Su picked up the brush and started writing.
A moment later, Fu Su finished writing.
"Show them this thing. If they faint, splash water on them to wake them up!”
Fu Su snorted and handed the bamboo slip to the soldier beside him.
After this bamboo slip was circulated among the group of Confucian scholars, their faces turned pale.
It turned out that this was a confession.
It stated that these Confucian scholars had colluded with the traitor Chunyu Yue to slander the current Emperor. They intended to rebel and restore the Six Nations.
These crimes were all heinous!
"Sign and you can leave this place and go home to rest. Otherwise, you will die!”
Fu Su sneered.
"We, we didn't do such a thing…"
A Confucian scholar cried out in a low voice.
Fu Su looked at him coldly, then calmly said to a soldier beside him,""Chop him down!"
The soldier was expressionless as he casually swung his sword and killed the scholar on the spot.
Everyone was shocked.
Everyone else knew that if they didn't sign, they would immediately end up like this.
When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain his reasoning.
This group of Confucian scholars had met their nemesis today. A demon like Fu Su who did not play by the rules was too terrifying.
"I'll ask again. Do you want to sign or choose to die?”
He saw Fu Su's cold eyes and his devilish voice.
These Confucian scholars, who were usually arrogant and looked down on everyone, were so scared that they lowered their heads.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me. We'll sign and confess!”
" I beg you to spare us. I beg you to let us go. We'll sign it…"
"Don't be rough, don't be rough. We'll just listen to you…"
In the face of such power, these Confucian scholars finally had their spines broken. In order to survive, they obediently begged for mercy.
"As expected, they're all a bunch of cheap bones.”
Fu Su spat out a mouthful of saliva in disgust, then ordered people to carry over a large number of bamboo slips, writing brushes, and ink.
"Write it down according to what I wrote and sign it. I'll give you the time for an incense stick to burn.”
"You should know what will happen to those who don't do well after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!”
These Confucian scholars all had bitter expressions, as if their parents had died.
They didn't want to write.
But if he didn't write, he would die.
Of the two evils, the lesser is chosen.
Just like how the Qing Dynasty entered the pass thousands of years later.
These so-called Confucian scholars, in the dilemma of their bodies, hair, skin, and lives, still chose to drag out an ignoble existence.
These Confucian scholars were all well-read, so writing these things was naturally not a problem.
A moment later, all the Confucians had finished writing.
They handed the items over to the soldiers guarding them.
"Young Master, it's all written. Would you like to take a look?”
The captain of the guards came to Fu Su's side and said respectfully.
Fu Su casually took a few sets, opened them, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad, not bad, not bad at all!"
Fu Su smiled.
Then, Fu Su laughed sinisterly and said fiercely,""Leave no one alive!"
Hearing this, the group of Confucian scholars were immediately dumbfounded.
Before they could react, the Qin soldiers who received the order raised their butcher knives again.
In the blink of an eye, the remaining hundred or so Confucians were all killed by Fu Su's guards.
Corpses were strewn all over the place. It was really terrifying.
After a moment of silence, Fu Su slowly walked forward.
"You…you don't keep your word…"
When he walked to the side of a Confucian scholar, this kid was quite lucky. Although he was on the verge of death, he did not die on the spot.
He stretched out his trembling and weak fingers and accused Fu Su with a resentful expression.
"You…you promised to let us go…"
"Yes, I did promise you, but I'm going back on my word now. Can't I?”
Looking at the resentful yet helpless Confucian scholar, Fu Su smiled calmly.
Hearing Fu Su's calm and shameless words, the scholar was so angry that he lost his breath.
"Young Master, what should we do with the corpse?"
the guard asked.
They didn't feel any guilt about this massacre.
After all, Great Qin's iron-blooded army had killed countless people when they had wiped out the six countries.
What was this small matter now?
"Throw them directly into the mass grave outside the city!”
Fu Su said expressionlessly.
At the same time, he looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.
"Tomorrow is the day I meet my father in this world, the first emperor of the ages, Qin Shi Huang!”
At the same time, he thought to himself.
"After killing so many Confucian scholars, there will definitely be a debate in court tomorrow…"
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