"I'm afraid your general has killed too many people and has been visited by malicious ghosts in his dreams!”
After letting Mo take a look for a while, the young girl stood up and smiled coldly.
She had already seen it.
Mo's body was completely fine. Other than some minor injuries, there were no other major problems.
His current appearance was just a nightmare.
"Nonsense."
"Don't talk nonsense."
.....
Naturally, none of the armored soldiers believed the young lady's words.
"If there are malicious ghosts, come and find me. I killed three."
"I killed five!"
"I also killed four!"
....
The cavalrymen roared.
If they were to kill people, they would have killed quite a number of them. If there were malicious ghosts, they could look for them.
And every time the cavalry reported how many people they had killed. The girl's face grew colder. If looks could kill, the girl would have killed all the executioners in front of her.
Perhaps he was woken up by the noise, Mo slowly opened his eyes and saw Gui looking at him with concern.
"Captain."
Mo nodded, then saw the armored soldiers looking at him with concern.
"I'm fine!"
Mo panted weakly.
Mo slowly stood up with the help of Ling.
"Go and rest!"
Mo said to the cavalry soldiers. They were leaving tomorrow, so they had to rest well tonight.
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
....
Seeing that Mo was fine, the soldiers naturally heaved a sigh of relief and turned around to rest.
The girl snorted coldly and looked at the person beside her.
"If you kill too many people, you deserve retribution. Those people you killed will sooner or later turn into malicious ghosts that will make you unable to sleep day and night.”
After saying that, the girl turned around.
Every time she applied medicine on these people, her heart was in extreme pain. These were the butchers who had killed his country of Zhao, but she had no choice but to heal them.
"Over there, just kill them again like before!”
....
The person's indifferent words came from behind, but it made the young girl stop in her tracks, and her body trembled. His eyes widened in shock.
Just how big of an evil person was he to say such words?
The young girl turned her head with a cold expression. Her eyes were filled with monstrous hatred as she looked at that person.
.......
Early in the morning of the third day, the 4,000 soldiers had already gathered in the city.
The fat man and the injured soldiers sat on their horses, ready for battle.
Under Mo's lead, the four thousand soldiers slowly left the city. Apart from taking away a small amount of food, the old man and the young man were also in a carriage without a cover.
Yes, this time, he was heading north. He had brought the old man and the young girl along.
As for whether they were willing or not, it was not up to the old and the young.
.........
Xianyang City.
At this moment, in the palace, Ying Zheng's face was dark.
All the officials in the hall didn't dare to say anything. General Wang Jian's 150,000 soldiers were surrounded by the Zhao army.
Should they send more troops to rescue them, or exchange the land for the people?
This was a problem that the civil and military officials had been in a deadlock over. According to estimates, General Wang Jian's provisions could only last for another thirty days. After thirty days, even if the hundred and fifty thousand soldiers were still fine, they would still be trapped to death because of the lack of provisions.
If they sent troops, who should they send?
Meng Wu, Qiang Ke, Yang Duanhe, Neishi Teng, Xin Sheng, or even Meng Tian, Li Xin, Zhang Han, Wang Li, these young geniuses.
"Your Majesty, this humble subject requests that I lead 30,000 troops to attack Zhao!”
Wang Li is a descendant of Wang Jian and the son of Wang Ben. Now that his grandfather and father were trapped under the fat, how could he hold his breath?
This was the third time he had requested for this.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, there was no surprise again. An old official stood out.
"Your Majesty, it's not good to send troops now. Let's not talk about whether the army can successfully save old General Wang Jian and resist Li Mu. My Qin country has sent 300,000 troops. If we send more troops into Zhao, the domestic forces will be empty. Han, Wei, and Chu will definitely take the opportunity to send troops. Your Majesty, please reconsider!"
The old minister's words were undoubtedly the weakness of the Qin country.
The loss of more than half of the 300,000-strong army was something that no one had expected. It was also because of this that the Qin country did not dare to rashly send troops to rescue them.
Especially before Han, Wei, and Chu sent any news.
Once Han, Wei, and Chu joined forces, regardless of whether they attacked Qin or supported Zhao, Qin would be forced into a passive position.
"Daren, could it be that you want to see my Qin country's 150,000 strong army die in vain?”
Wang Li glared at him. At this moment, Wang Li was only in his twenties.
As a third-generation famous general, he was not as tactful as his grandfather, Wang Jian, nor as steady as his father, Wang Ben. The impatient Wang Li couldn't care less about the old man's position.
"No, General Wang, please calm down. This old minister believes that compared to sending troops, using land to replace people is more suitable for the current situation.”
The old man clearly did not blame Wang Li and spoke softly.
However, just as the old man finished speaking, several different opinions came to mind in the hall.
"No! Your Majesty, if we cede the land now, the Zhao Country will definitely demand an exorbitant price.”
"Your Majesty, now that General Heng Yi has been defeated, Chi Li, Yi 'an, Shangdang, Taihang Mountain, and more than twenty cities of all sizes are empty. Li Mu is within his grasp. If we negotiate now, the Zhao Country will definitely take advantage of it.”
"Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible to cede territory. This general is willing to lead troops into Zhao!”
......
The generals all stood up and said.
Civil officials might be good at stratagems and see far. However, in the eyes of the military officials, these civil officials had never been on the battlefield before. They had no idea how difficult it was to take down a city one by one, and how many soldiers would die.
Other than Chi Li and Yi 'an, the ten or so cities that Zhao had conquered, including Shangdang, would all return to Zhao.
In the future, one, two, or even three of the 150,000 soldiers would die tragically in these cities.
During the reign of King Zhaoxiang, the State of Qin had spent hundreds of thousands of Qin people's lives to defeat Shangdang. If it returned to Li Mu's hands now, the consequences could be imagined.
At that time, there was the God of Killing Baiqi in the State of Qin.
Now, the State of Qin had Wang Jian, but the State of Zhao also had Li Mu.
A few decades ago, Baiqi could suppress the Zhao Country, but would Wang Jian be able to suppress Li Mu a few decades later?
"Your Majesty! We must not cede territory."
"Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible to cede territory to Zhao.”
....
The eyes of the military officials were red, and they were so excited that they knelt on the ground and spoke heart-wrenchingly.
This scene made the civil officials sigh.
"Everyone, please rise.”
In the main hall, the thirty-year-old Ying Zheng closed his eyes helplessly.
'Heng Yi, ah Heng Yi, you have finally let down my trust!'
Sighing, Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel regretful.
If it wasn't for Heng Yi's defeat, losing so miserably. Why was he, Ying Zheng, in such a dilemma?
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