Ta!
The sound was neither hurried nor slow. It was a very heavy sound. The wooden floor sounded.
The sound of footsteps could be heard.
It was followed by a cold voice.
He said that he was his brother, but there was no respect in his tone or any emotional fluctuations. It was as if he was talking to a random cat.
It was a kind of contempt that came from the depths of his heart.
His indifference towards them, or rather, his indifference towards everyone.
A terrifying sense of indifference.
"Today is the honor of my Little Saint Manor. I can't believe that two young masters have come together.”
Xun Zi looked at the figure walking in from outside. In the heavy snow that filled the sky, this figure was filled with a terrifying murderous aura.
He was also the person who had just created another terrifying and glorious battle.
To be able to march all the way to the capital of Qi State, Linzi, and then to Sang Hai in a snow-covered city.
Xun Zi's face darkened.
Sixteen years old, no, seventeen this year, no, it was not the new year yet. In other words, the other party was still sixteen years old.
Sixteen years old, and he had already become the God of War.
After two battles, Xun Zi could already imagine how terrifying the influence this person had brought.
At the age of sixteen, he led the destruction of two countries.
Crack!
The cup in Fu Su's hand was accidentally crushed.
Why did the Gathering and Scattering Quicksand attack him?
Fu Su had already guessed that it was this good younger brother!
This good younger brother who used to hide his strength!
This sixteen-year-old brother was vicious, cruel, and cold-blooded. His eyes were filled with thoughts of war.
For the sake of the war, he was a good brother who was even willing to sacrifice his own brother.
It really was his good brother!
"It seems that my brother doesn't welcome me?”
The person had not arrived, but the voice had arrived first. It was clearly a questioning tone, but it was still so calm.
Ta!
Step by step, the sound of footsteps stepping on wooden planks rang out. Every sound brought a terrifying psychological pressure to Xun Zi and Fu Su.
"Third Young Master, our Little Saint Manor is famous and has never participated in worldly affairs.”Xun Zi wanted to explain first.
Yes, they really didn't participate. It was just that those people outside were here to take refuge.
If they were to reject them, the reputation of the Little Saint Manor would be tarnished by half.
Moreover, this matter was not done by Xun Zi.
Jiang Lu walked in and looked at his own hand indifferently."The tycoon of the Mo family, the vanguard of the anti-Qin rebellion. I heard that he has a good relationship with your third head, Zhang Liang.”
"Slander, it's all slander. Although we and the Mo Family are two of the most prominent schools in the world, we have never interfered with each other. How could Zhang Liang have anything to do with them?”Xun Zi's brain buzzed.
It didn't matter if it was someone else, but this person was a fiend!
He was also a lunatic.
He had already killed quite a few people in the Small Sage Manor. If they did not agree, no, if they did not look pleasing to the eye, he would kill them with a slash.
A terrifying existence that killed people like flies.
Brutal.
It was too brutal.
Xun Zi felt his head buzz and go numb.
His brain was numb!
He didn't mention the matter of evidence. Whether there was evidence or whether they should act against them, wasn't it up to this Rentu Third Young Master to decide?
The heavy snow sealed the city
With such heavy snow, it was difficult for the warhorses to move.
Ying Zheng, who was far away in Xianyang City, had completely lost all news of the frontline.
Early this morning, Ying Zheng was in Yangxin Palace, roasting himself in a fire stove, looking a little worried.
The wind and snow filled the sky, and the scouts could not deliver the message at all.
And the news from the Network was basically cut off.
Even a carrier pigeon couldn't send them out in this heavy snow.
Not only Xianyang, but also the land of Qi and Yan were covered in snow.
the auspicious snow heralds a year of abundance.
In the past, heavy snow was naturally good, but now, it was an important period of war.
Ying Zheng thought about many things.
Would his 200,000-strong army be gone?
Did Kuang Zhang defeat Qin again?
One had to know that the State of Qin had hatred towards Kuang Zhang, but also fear.
The great battle 20 years ago had completely crushed the Qin Country to the ground.
Although Ying Zheng was not the king at that time, this hatred was still deeply transmitted to Ying Zheng.
This was the hatred of all of Great Qin's people.
"Is there still no news from the front line?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Your Majesty, this is already the twentieth time you've asked this morning.”Zhao Gao reminded helplessly.
Zhao Gao was also helpless. The Network was also a human, not a god.
Who could leave the city in such terrible weather?
Even if they left the city, who could travel thousands of miles to send news from the Qin country?
The snow was so heavy that it was already higher than a person in some places.
Ying Zheng was slightly stunned.
It was obvious that Ying Zheng had lost a lot of weight in the past two days.
She also looked haggard.
My heart is tired!
The battle at the frontlines was related to his great achievement of unifying the Six Directions.
Whether he could reach the peak of his life depended on this wave.
"Go and invite old general Wang Jian over." Ying Zheng said.
"Yes!"
Zhao Gao braced himself.
For the past two days, Ying Zheng had been doing war deductions almost every day.
But no matter how one looked at it, the odds were 50 - 50, no, even 40 - 60, of which the Qin Country had 40%.
This was a deduction based on the information that had been urgently obtained from 800 miles away before the heavy snow.
In fact, with such heavy snow, the chances of winning against the Qin country had almost plummeted.
Under the heavy snow, the Qin country's logistics supplies could not be delivered at all.
If they were not careful, the 200,000 strong army might even be wiped out.
Ying Zheng regretted it.
He didn't know if Jiang Lu could hold on.
"Jiang Lu, zhen, it's all up to you. No matter what, you must hold on for zhen. If you hold on, zhen will definitely make you the Crown Prince in the future.”
Zhao Gao, who was about to walk out of the door, heard Ying Zheng's murmurs. He slipped and fell on his back.
But he couldn't care less about the pain. His face was filled with haste.
Crown Prince.
Ying Zheng was tempted again.
In such an emergency, the influence that Jiang Lu brought to Ying Zheng was infinitely greater.
If they really won, Zhao Gao felt that there would be no one else involved.
At that time, if General Lu ascended the throne, would Zhao Gao still have a way out?
Zhao Gao went to invite Wang Jian with a worried expression.
This was the third time today.
Because at three o'clock in the morning, Ying Zheng woke up from a nightmare. He was so scared that he was covered in sweat. He immediately asked someone to find Wang Jian and make a war deduction.
At five o'clock, Wang Jian finally went back to rest.
At six o'clock, he sent someone to invite her again.
At eight or nine o'clock, Wang Jian finally went back to rest.
At eleven o'clock, Wang Jian looked at the imperial guards in the palace with a pale and haggard face.
He almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wang Jian had a feeling that his old bones would be played to death by Ying Zheng in a few days.
Especially in this world of ice and snow.
Wang Jian looked at the sky. With his hands behind his back, he slightly bent his waist. His face was also filled with worry.
As a famous general who had fought for his entire life, he understood the impact of the snow on the soldiers of the State of Qin all too well.
If they were not careful, they would definitely be wiped out.
The chances of winning had dropped by at least 20% or even 30% under this heavy snow.
In other words, it was a situation where the Qin country was almost certain to lose.
Without logistics, how could they fight?
As for Qi Country, it was close to home, so it wasn't difficult to manage the logistics.
Wang Jian dragged his almost broken body.
He didn't know how many times he had stepped into Yangxin Palace Hall.
The warm air here made Wang Jian's expression slightly better.
Sang Hai, Little Sage Manor…
Ta!
Outside the Small Sage Manor, a dense tapping sound had appeared at some point in time.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
An ordinary disciple of the Small Sage Manor ran in, rolling and crawling."Master, the Qin army has surrounded the Little Saint Manor.”
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