Ten days passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, the training time set by the First Emperor for Ying Changqing had ended, and he was about to enter the actual combat practice.
On the drill ground of the Imperial Guards Army, the high officials of the Imperial Court and many of their families had already gathered.
Many of these people wanted to see Ying Changqing make a fool of himself.
After all, Ying Changqing had fought against the silkpants in Xianyang City in order to earn more system points. He had broken their arms and legs, and killed them on the spot. Many of them were the relatives and children of these officials.
Although they didn't dare to act rashly due to Ying Changqing's fame of killing Zhao Gao and Xu Fu, they still enjoyed watching the show and mocking him to vent their anger.
In their eyes, Ying Changqing was just a playboy. At most, he had killed a few slaves of powerful families. He was still far from being able to charge into the battlefield.
Especially after they learned that Ying Changqing was going to fight Wang Li, everyone became even more determined to watch him make a fool of himself.
After all, he was the grandson of Grand Marshal Wang Jian, the son of General Wang Ben, and a true descendant of a family of generals.
In the entire Great Qin Army, only Meng Tian and Meng Yi's Meng Clan could be compared to the Wang Clan.
Moreover, Wang Li was also quite capable. At a young age, he had repeatedly made contributions in the war to destroy Chu and Zhao. He was personally appointed as the deputy commander of the imperial guards by the First Emperor.
Wouldn't it be easy for such a great general to deal with a silkpants like Ying Changqing?
Even Ying Zheng, who was sitting on the throne, did not have much confidence in Ying Changqing.
In the beginning, the First Emperor gave Ying Changqing a chance because he wanted to stop his son, who had the most potential, from going to the border and risking his life. At the same time, he wanted Ying Changqing to familiarize himself with military affairs.
The drill site was not planned to be open to the public.
However, the courtiers were unable to resist the pleas one after another, and the reasons were extremely dignified.
Ying Zheng could only feel that his son's previous methods were too violent, which made all the ministers in the court bear a grudge against him.
Under such circumstances, Ying Zheng, who knew that it was better to block than to let go, could only give the courtiers a chance to vent their dissatisfaction.
Moreover, what if this son of his could give him another surprise and obtain another victory?
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"Who do you think will win the duel between Young Master Changqing and Wang Li?”
Imperial Censor Feng Quji's son, Lang Guan Feng Jie, said with a mocking smile.
A month ago, his distant cousin had one of his legs broken by Ying Changqing because he was riding a horse on the street. He was still recuperating in the mansion.
"If it was a one-on-one battle, with Young Master Changqing's brute force, he might have a chance of winning.”
"However, Ying Changqing has no chance of winning by commanding thousands of soldiers to practice on the battlefield!”
Li You said gloomily.
He had been transferred from the Xianyang Order to the Kuaiji Commandery. After watching this drill, he would set off. Naturally, he did not have a good impression of Ying Changqing.
"Actually, this Young Master Changqing is also a strange person. Recently, he has started to appear in the market of Xianyang. The new paper and books that are relatively cheap and can benefit scholars in the world are said to be his inventions!”
"It's just that it's weird for such an invention to appear in the hands of a ruthless Ying Changqing.”
"Maybe he snatched it from somewhere and took it for himself!”
"That's true. It would be strange if that boorish martial artist could have such ability!”
"If it appears on Young Master Fusu, it's almost the same!”
"That's right. Young Master Fusu is from a proper Confucian Sect university, and his reputation for benevolence is known throughout the world. How can that thug compare to him?”
"In my opinion, the Great Qin Empire will still fall into Young Master Fusu's hands in the future.”
"As for that Ying Changqing, he will soon become the laughing stock of the loser!”
The sons of the officials at the side also started to talk loudly.
His words were filled with hatred and contempt for Ying Changqing, and he wished that he could beat Ying Changqing up instead of Wang Li.
"Thank you for your praise. This younger brother of mine is indeed extremely naughty.”
Just as everyone was discussing, a young man dressed in Confucian robes walked onto the stage and cupped his hands in greeting.
"So it's the Eldest Young Master!"
"Your Highness Fu Su, why are you here?”
"Please take a seat!"
A group of officials greeted him warmly as they returned the greeting.
It couldn't be helped. Ever since Zhao Gao's family was killed by Ying Changqing, Huhai, who had lost his support, had revealed his true colors. His reputation for being stubborn was no better than Ying Changqing's. The gentle and elegant eldest son, Fu Su, had already become the publicly recognized candidate for the crown prince in Xianyang.
Being on good terms with a young master who had a high chance of taking over the Great Qin Empire in the future was undoubtedly an extremely cost-effective investment. It was also the most beneficial guarantee for the continuation of the family's wealth.
This was especially true for the Eldest Young Master. He had always clearly expressed his support for the enfeoffment system, and it had given many aristocratic families hope for the future!
It was a stark contrast to Ying Changqing, who was notorious and hated by countless aristocrats.
Fortunately, Great Qin still had a benevolent Young Master like Fu Su.
If all the young masters were as cruel and bloodthirsty as Ying Changqing and did not put the Shi clan, the pillar of the country, in their eyes, then there would be no hope at all.
Many of the officials were secretly moved and came over, hoping to build a relationship with Fu Su.
......
On the drill ground, Wang Li had already led the 1,000 Imperial Guards Cavalry into the drill ground an hour earlier.
As a family of generals and having been in the army for many years, Wang Li had already formed his own way of managing the army. The soldiers under him were all in high spirits and their armor was bright. One look and one could tell that they were an elite army.
"Good!"
Even the First Emperor couldn't help but praise the cavalry led by Wang Li.
The sons of officials who came to watch the battle cheered loudly.
"Right, where's Ying Changqing?"
"Why isn't he here yet?"
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there was still only Wang Li's army present. After shouting for a long time, the nobles who were starting to feel tired couldn't help but ask in surprise.
"I don't know. They should still be on their way!”
"Let's not talk about anything else. Just the efficiency of the troops is on a completely different level!”
"In my opinion, even if Ying Changqing arrives later, he will be scared out of his wits when he sees General Wang Li's elite troop!”
"I knew it. Ying Changqing can only fight fiercely and bully us with his numbers. He won't be able to do well when he meets a real general like Wang Li!”
"Let's save some strength and mock him together later!”
Whispers rang out in the hall again.
If it wasn't for the First Emperor's presence, someone would have laughed out loud.
However, no one noticed that more and more beads of sweat were forming on the foreheads of the Imperial Cavalry who had been lined up in the drill ground for a long time.
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