The eastern patrol team set off again.
The difference was that everyone in the team had changed, and their performance was more elite and capable.
At first glance, it gave people the impression that this was a peerless tiger army.
Those who saw it couldn't help but sigh. As expected of the army that protected the First Emperor!
However, compared to the journey back to Xianyang, the more majestic eastern patrol team made the officials and people along the way wait.
The news that the First Emperor had died on the sand dune began to spread in secret along with Xiang Yu and other remnants of the Six Nations who had escaped from the sand dune.
Little Saint Manor.
It happened so suddenly that there were still some people in the Six Nations who didn't have the time to participate in the sand dune incident.
For example, Zhang Liang!
Under Li Si's suggestion, Ying Zheng had ordered the killing of Confucian scholars and the burning of Confucian classics.
As a result, most of the Confucians in the world stood against Great Qin. This was especially true for the younger generation of scholars, led by Zhang Liang!
It had been nearly a month since the six-nation allied forces had headed to the sand dunes, and many Confucian scholars were discussing how to overthrow the Qin Dynasty.
Two or three people, or a group, gathered under the eaves and beside the ancient tree.
His words were fierce and his face was filled with excitement.
It was as if Great Qin had been overthrown and the era of kingdoms had reappeared!
At this moment, the rest of the Six Nations were temporarily staying in the Small Sage Manor.
Everyone was waiting anxiously. The people who had gone to the sand dune gathered together every day to imagine the beautiful future!
In a room.
Old men and women, old and young, filled the entire room, and it was a little noisy.
Zhang Liang felt a little uneasy among the crowd!
This feeling had already begun more than a month ago when he received Zhao Gao's message.
No matter how smart Zhang Liang was, he couldn't think of any reason why he had such an ominous feeling.
Unless Zhao Gao lied to them…
However, Zhang Liang had also carefully advised the remaining nobles of the six dynasties, but unfortunately, they were blinded by the prospect of restoring the country.
Fortunately, it was too sudden at that time. Some people were scattered all over the place, so they did not head to the sand dunes at once.
Rumble…
Thunder rumbled outside the house.
The room fell silent.
Feeling a little annoyed, Zhang Liang got up and opened the tightly shut window under everyone's gaze.
Bean-sized raindrops came as they pleased.
Seeing the Confucian scholars in the manor hurriedly scatter like birds and find a place to shelter from the rain.
Accompanied by the sound of thunder, it soon began to rain heavily.
As if it was a sign of something?
Zhang Liang, who had been staring blankly at the world outside the window, suddenly saw a person running towards their house in a hurry despite the heavy rain.
A man in a black robe followed closely behind him.
He suddenly had a bad premonition.
Zhang Liang left the window and walked towards the door.
Halfway there, there was a hurried knock on the door.
Not long after the house became lively again, it fell silent again.
At the same time, some people looked expectant, wondering if there was any good news. It was almost time!
Some people could not help but stand up and look at the door expectantly.
Zhang Liang was also anxious to know what had happened. He quickly opened the door.
He was a servant of a noble from the Six Nations.
The attendant was stunned for a moment. His eyes drifted around the room as he hurriedly said,
"Sir! Lord Xiang Yu is here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the room instantly exploded!
"That's great! There's finally news!"
"Why is it only Xiangyu?”
"Has our army arrived?”
"How is it? Have you killed the tyrant?"
“……”
Zhang Liang made way for the attendant to enter the room. When he heard the noise behind him, he immediately frowned.
He looked outside the door and saw Xiangyu, who was covered in a black robe.
Zhang Liang tilted his head and scolded.
"Silence!"
Turning around, Xiangyu took off his hood, revealing a haggard face. Hole.
He was no longer as disdainful as before, but rather a little depressed!
Zhang Liang's heart skipped a beat. Seeing this, his ominous feeling reached its peak!
Seeing that the rainwater on Xiang Yu's body had accumulated into a puddle under his feet, Zhang Liang had no choice but to move aside and say in a low voice.
"Come in first…"
The attendant said.
"Go to the kitchen and cook a bowl of hot soup for Brother Xiang!”
Bang!
After closing the door, Zhang Liang took off Xiang Yu's wet robe.
When he found a shelf and put it on, everyone in the room crowded around Xiangyu.
They chattered and asked one question after another.
"Little Brother Xiang? Where's your uncle?"
"Why are you alone? Where are our troops?"
"Did you kill the Tyrant?"
"Nephew Xiang! Did my two sons come with you?”
"Big Brother Xiang! Tell us…"
“……”
Looking at the anxious crowd, Xiangyu remained expressionless and silent. Zhang Liang's heart sank a little, and he hurriedly helped him out.
"Everyone, quiet down!"
Very useful!
As expected, everyone stopped asking Xiang Yu questions. At least, no one made a racket anymore.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Xiangyu, their eyes unblinking and filled with anticipation!
Zhang Liang said in a deep voice as he let out a breath.
"Bit by bit…How was your trip?”
Xiangyu's eyes regained some vigor. He looked up at the eager gazes of the crowd and found it difficult to speak.
But in the end, he still said.
"The tyrant is dead…"
Rumble…
Crackling!
At this moment, there was a clap of thunder outside the house.
Everyone almost exclaimed.
Under Zhang Liang's gaze, he tried his best to suppress his excitement.
Wait for Xiang Yu to continue! "…We lost!"
Everyone's expression changed drastically, and their voices almost overturned the roof!
"Impossible! That's impossible!"
"How could that be? Could it be that eunuch Zhao Gao schemed against us?!”
"How is it?"
"Zhao Gao deserves to die! I told you that I shouldn't have believed that villain's words!”
"Little friend! Where is my grandson now?"
“……”
Xiangyu's face gradually revealed anger and killing intent as he clenched his fists.
His breathing quickened as he gritted his teeth!
"It's not Zhao Gao! It's Ying Zheng's ninth son…"
"Zhao Chen!"
"They're all dead!"
"They're all dead!"
"Very few escaped! My uncle is also dead…"
Even Yue 'er, who was somewhat in love with him, was captured by Qin Gou!
He didn't know if Yue 'er was alive or dead…
When Xiangyu finished speaking, the room fell into a strange silence!
After a long time. A hoarse voice rang out from the crowd.
"Who is Zhao Chen…"
As if there was a fuse, faint sobs began to sound in the room.
Then curses and sorrowful cries rose to the earth!
"My son!"
"How did this happen? The tyrant died a good death!"
"Revenge! Let's go kill Qin Gou now!"
“……”
Zhang Liang's face turned pale as he was no longer in the mood to control the noise of the crowd.
No matter how long he thought about it, he never thought that such an outcome would happen.
Zhang Liang stammered as if he was talking to himself.
" Fortunately…Fortunately, the tyrant is dead…"
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