The next day.
Outside Xianyang City, on the official road.
A fast horse galloped wildly, and dust billowed along the way.
At this moment, the rider was almost lying on his horse. After traveling for an entire night, he had implicated and killed three fast horses. He was about to collapse.
He ran all the way to the towering city gate and shouted with his last strength,""800 miles, urgent!"
"The Eight Tribes of Xirong are marching south!"
"800 li is urgent, get out of the way!"
At this moment.
The city gate guards who were prepared to intercept heard this and looked up at the " urgent " flag on the horse's back. They did not dare to be negligent and quickly made way for him.
The knight almost fell on the horse's back as he quickly rushed in.
"Eight hundred miles?"
"Something big is going to happen!"
The guards at the city gate looked at each other and suddenly shivered."Quick, inform the inner city to let them pass!"
The courier knights were already in such a state.
If he was stopped, it would probably delay the big matter.
In Xianyang City, the inner city guards received the news through the flags of the watchtowers.
Immediately, a path was cleared.
However, the warhorses had just reached the city gate of the inner city.
He let out a sorrowful cry and fell to the ground with a loud bang. He was foaming at the mouth and convulsing continuously. He breathed out more than he breathed in.
The knight lay on the ground and struggled to get up. It was difficult for him to do what he usually did.
"The information is in my arms…The northwest border is in danger. Hurry…" he said weakly.
Before he could finish, he fainted.
……
In the palace.
Dressed in a black dragon robe, Ying Zheng was discussing the way of governing the country with Li Si, the newly appointed Imperial Physician.
"Report!"
"Your Majesty, the northwestern border is 800 li away!”
A hysterical roar broke the silence.
An Iron Eagle Swordsman barged in.
Normally, it was Zhao Gao's duty to report, but the Iron Eagle Swordsman could not care less. Seeing this.
Ying Zheng frowned slightly.
Even though his expression had already changed, he still couldn't hold it in when faced with the urgent situation of 800 li.
Ever since he took over the throne at the age of thirteen, this was the first time he had encountered an emergency within eight hundred li.
Eight hundred li is urgent, there must be something big!
"Read!"
Ying Zheng's face was solemn.
The Iron Eagle Guard knelt on the ground and opened the blood-stained cloth.
"The eight divisions of Xirong, Mianzhu Rong, Gun Rong, Di Rong, Rong Rong, Yiqu Rong, Dali Rong, Wu Rong, and Qu Yan Rong, have joined forces.”
"Yiqu is the vanguard, with 300,000 cavalry heading south. They have conquered two cities on the northwest border and are heading towards Yong City and Lang Mountain!”
"100,000 Great Qin citizens were slaughtered!"
"Nine out of ten houses are empty along the way!"
Li Si, who was beside him, became more and more shocked.
He had just arrived in the State of Qin not long ago and had already encountered such a thing?
He felt like the heavens were joking with him again.
He was good at internal affairs, but not at war ~
"Bastard!"
An angry roar.
Ying Zheng's aura was surging wildly, and the power of an eleventh level of the False Dan innate realm was fully displayed. His robe was fluttering in the wind as he slapped his palm on the long table.
Instantly, the long table was torn into pieces!
"Your Majesty, please calm down!"
Li Si quickly knelt down.
The Iron Eagle Swordsman also knelt down with a thud, his entire body trembling.
"Calm down?"
"Two cities on the border were destroyed, and 100,000 citizens were slaughtered!”
"Back when Grandmother Mi was around, King Yiqu didn't dare to do this.”
"When Lord Wu An was still alive, he was even more intimidating. He killed the eight tribes of Xirong and fled to the grasslands and deserts of the northwest!”
"Now, you are slaughtering my people in the south. Do you think that the old Qin people's halberd is not powerful?!”
Groan ~~~~!
The Tianwen Sword at Ying Zheng's waist was unsheathed, and the entire room was filled with the humming of the sword. His face was cold and stern as he said,""Pass on my order, start the court!"
"All the officials of Xianyang, come here immediately!”
"Elders of the Ying Family, please come and see me!”
In less than two hours.
The news of the northwest border had already spread.
The civil and military officials of Qin Country were gathered together.
Even Lu Buwei had arrived.
The civil officials were led by Lu Buwei, and the military officers were led by Wang Jian.
The Ying Clan had several elders, and Ying Yan was the leader.
At this moment, Ying Zheng was exuding the pressure of a superior being, interweaving with the aura of a Connate False Core warrior. He was expressionless.
Zhao Gao's sleeves drooped as he stood at the side, silent.
Bai Zhong, the son of the God of Slaughter, was dressed in white and held a halberd in his hand. His eyes were slightly closed as he stood on Zhao Gao's left and right. Ying Zheng could no longer endure.
Lu Buwei looked at Ying Zheng, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, but soon faded away. He remained calm and collected, quietly observing the situation.
The net had already found some traces. All kinds of signs indicated that Zheng 'er had been to Mount Lang.
Zhao Gao hid his strength.
He appointed Bai Zhong.
Zheng 'er, who had always been obedient, suddenly made a move.
It was all related to that person from Langshan.
……
Ying Zheng pressed his right hand on the hilt of the 'Tianwen Sword'.
His gaze swept across the civil and military officials.
His eyes were sharp like lightning. Even the military officials with cultivation had to lower their heads. The king was the king after all.
The might of a tiger could not be angered!
"Everyone!"
"The Eight Tribes of Xirong have invaded Great Qin's territory. How should we deal with them?”
Ying Zheng did not look at the civil officials, but at Wang Jian, who was standing in the camp of military officials.
Wang Jian understood and immediately took a step forward. He cupped his hands together and said,"Kill them!"
His tone was cold and unquestionable.
Ying Zheng nodded, looked at Bai Zhong, and asked,""Then what if the Eight Tribes of the Xirong Tribe killed 100,000 people of Great Qin?”
"Kill them!"
Bai Zhong, who was holding a halberd, suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly,"Kill them!" The moment the word 'kill' was spoken.
Boundless killing intent swept through the hall like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
The Slaughter Domain flashed.
However, at that moment, the ministers felt as if they had walked through hell, and they were drenched in cold sweat.
In the civil service camp.
Lu Buwei was expressionless, but his eyes were clouded.
Zheng 'er, Bai Zhong, and Wang Jian asked and answered, not putting the officials in their eyes at all.
Furthermore, Bai Zhong was actually holding a halberd?!
If it weren't for Zheng 'er's instructions, who would dare to hold a halberd?
He had underestimated Zheng 'er.
He originally thought that he had already controlled him. He didn't expect the obedient kid to hide so deeply.
After enduring for eight years, only now did he reveal his greatness!
Zheng 'er, do you have to go against me?
"Good!"
Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction, then his face suddenly turned serious,""The Eight Divisions of Xirong have three hundred thousand cavalry in the Righteous Canal alone. How many do the other seven Divisions have in total?”
"Now."
"General Meng Ao is guarding the northern border against the Xiongnu.”
"Wang He is confronting Han Country in the east.”
"Yong City's old general Wei Liao alone is not enough.”
Then, he looked at Ying Chi of the Ying Family." I want to invite First Grandfather to come out of the mountain and help the border. What do you think, First Uncle?”
Back then, Ying Mo was involved in a power struggle with his father. After he lost, he left the Qin country and was only invited back when he ascended the throne at the age of thirteen.
He had always kept a low profile.
However, he knew that his Great Grandfather had been leading the Ying Imperial Clan all these years and had done his best for the Qin Country.
Ying Kong stepped forward, cupped his hands and said,""I'm willing to go!"
"However, Ying He is not talented and doesn't dare to criticize the military. I am willing to recommend another person for the king. This person is resourceful and has the talent to lead troops.”
"Oh, who is it?" Ying Zheng asked expressionlessly.
"Ying Clan, Lang Mountain Lord Ying Tian.”
Ying Kong said.
"Agreed!"
"I order you to lead 100,000 soldiers from the old camp in Xianyang. His eldest uncle served as the supervisor of the army, and Lang Shanjun served as the main general.”
"Destroy Xirong!"
"Yes, Ying Lin!"
Ying Zheng, Ying He, Bai Zhong, and Wang Jian were all singing and echoing each other, and the decision was made immediately.
He didn't even give the ministers a chance to interrupt!
Lu Buwei's heart was burning with rage!
He wanted to retort. However, Bai Zhong's killing intent had always enveloped him!
He wasn't sure if he would be killed by Bai Zhong's halberd once he stepped out.
At this moment, Lu Buwei didn't take a single step forward.
He did not dare to gamble with his life.
If he died, the State of Qin would definitely collapse, and the fish would die and the net would break.
However, it could not change the outcome of his death ~
If he died, he would have nothing.
Zheng 'er was using the power of the Eight Tribes of Xirong to pressure him!
Ying Zheng dared to bet.
He didn't dare to gamble!
Alright. The little cub he had raised with his own hands was now beginning to bite back!
His heart was filled with cold killing intent.
However, he could not show it.
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