"Qin Jun! There is Qin Jun!"
With an exclamation, he recalled on the already chaotic streets that the doormen in Korean uniforms really saw clearly the Qin army that had surrounded them from all directions. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
The torches held high in their hands illuminated the raised blades, falling in their eyes, splashing a splash of blood.
Those Qin soldiers who should have been defenseless, stood in front of them holding the blood-stained Changge at this moment, looking at them coldly.
The corpse lying on the ground opened its eyes soundlessly, and the sound of blood dripping on the ground was subtle, which was quickly overwhelmed by the sound of golden cries colliding together.
The Korean doormen and Qin soldiers were fighting together, and a man in official uniform was helplessly pulling the reins of the disturbed horse under him.
Among Qin's troops, the veteran looked at the man and took out a bow and arrow from behind. The arrow was on the string, and with the sound of opening, the arrow with a cold light sank into the night, passed through the chaos, and shot into the man's chest.
"Ho..." The man in Korean official uniform looked down at the arrow shot into his chest, put his hands in front of his body, trying to stop the bleeding but couldn't stop it.
He raised his head in a daze, his eyes were blurred, looking at the saber light disturbing.
He seemed to be reminded of the cry from the top of the city when the king of Japan fell to the city.
"South Korea." The man's eyes became hot, and he opened his mouth, blood overflowing from his mouth: "Is it really dead?"
"This makes me, what face should I use to meet my ancestors?"
He didn't know who he was asking, but he already had the answer.
No more strength, the blood-stained officer's uniform immediately fell down.
The veteran put away his bow and arrow, and drew his sword: "Suppress rebellion!"
"yes!"
Tonight's Xinzheng is destined to be restless, the fire is in chaos, deafening killing sounds from everywhere, and the sound of fighting is everywhere.
Han Cheng rode on the horse, turning his head and looking into the distance in a daze.
He understood that if the night attack was successful, there would not be such a loud noise. He has never been on the battlefield, but he also understands that it is the sound of two armies fighting.
This can only show one thing, Qin Jun has been prepared, and they have been ambushed by Qin Jun.
The sound of horseshoes and footsteps could be heard in the distance of the street. From what Han Cheng could see, it was a pair of black-armored soldiers of about a thousand people, led by a general in white.
It is rare to see generals dressed in white in battle.
Han Cheng looked at Qin Jun standing in front of the street, but his expression gradually calmed down, and he laughed for a long time: "Ha ha."
The old minister standing beside Han Cheng's face was pale, and he nearly fell off his horse with a sway, and he almost stabilized his body and looked at Han Cheng beside him.
He can die, he can die anywhere, but Han Wang's clan can't.
Looking at the surrounding doors, he shouted: "A group of people, escort the young master to leave! The rest of the people follow the old man to stop the Qin army!"
"Yes!" A group of people were about to step forward, but Han Cheng raised his hand.
"Sir, no need." Han Cheng rode on the horse with a solemn expression.
When the Qin State besieged the city, he fled, and his brother fell into the city to protect the Korean royal family. When the Qin people entered the customs, he also escaped, standing in front of the Qin people, bowing and bowing, begging for justice. When the Qin people imprisoned the former South Korean minister who refused to surrender, he also escaped, standing aside and not daring to make a sound.
This time, he really didn't want to run away.
"Cheng doesn't have to go." Han Cheng frowned, holding his sword.
"My lord." The veteran looked at Han Cheng's appearance and said eagerly.
"Sir!" Han Cheng interrupted him and shouted, "Become the royal family of the King of Han! Chengdu is gone, tell the soldiers how to fight!"
The old minister was speechless. He seemed to see the shadow of King Han in Han Cheng's body.
Han Cheng raised the sword in his hand and faced the person facing him from a distance. The sword in his hand seemed to be trembling. He was very afraid, but he still held up the sword and shouted: "Come on, general name!"
"Falling Army." The voice replied lightly.
"Heh." Han Chengqiang smiled a little: "Will it be possible to make a war, but I have heard of your reputation."
"The army of death."
"Come on." Han Cheng said in a low voice, and all the doormen behind him raised their swords.
The horse's hooves were raised, and the black armored army rushed forward with the white robe, Han Cheng smiled.
Come on, troubled times.
The Korean clan Han Cheng led Jiugui to rebel, and then all parts of Korea responded and raised their flags.
However, the rebellion came suddenly and went quickly. The troops of Han Cheng, the clan king of Japan and Han, were suppressed by the Qin army, and Han Cheng died. The Qin army seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and the rising troops in various parts of South Korea were defeated one after another, and they could not be calmed down after all. At the same time, Han Cheng's mansion was searched for a copy of the summoning bamboo book, which implicated most of the former Korean ministers.
For a while, the old people in South Korea were either exiled and fled or were arrested by the Qin army.
Sitting in front of the table, Gu Nan looked at the slips that had just been sent from the Qin State, on which were written the details of allotment of land to the people of Xinzheng.
According to Qin's method of bestowing land with military merits, it is definitely no longer applicable, so the new land grant order reported by Gu Nantong has now come to fruition.
The envoy Teng sat beside Gu Nan and asked, "Lang Ling, what's the matter?"
Gu Nan put down the slip of paper and looked at the veteran beside him with a smile: "There is already a detailed statement. The farmland is distributed, and the farmland is awarded to one household. The rest of the income will be returned to the country, and the meritorious people will be awarded later."
While talking, she closed the letter slip: "The grain left by Han Jiujue will be distributed to the people, and it has been harvested in winter."
Hearing this, the envoy Teng chuckled, and his old voice was quite emotional.
"Your Majesty's handwriting is so generous, such a gift is equivalent to giving more than half of the land of Xinzheng to the people of Han."
"It's not Xinzheng, but South Korea, and after that, it will be this world."
Gu Nan said with a light smile, picked up a bamboo slip from his side, and prepared to start the order tomorrow.
The envoy Teng looked outside the hall, and the sky outside was just right.
He is also close to his twilight years, and he has gone through more than half a hundred years.
The exile in the world is vivid in his memory. On the day when he joined the army as a teenager, someone from his family came to see him off and handed him a pack of blackened steamed cakes, which was more than half of the family's surplus food.
Those years are really hard to think about living, and you can often see frozen bones that starved to death on the road.
Allotment of fields to private households.
The veteran didn't know where to look.
"What would it be like if there were no homeless people, hunger and cold?"
He asked, Gu Nan heard his voice and raised his head, following his gaze, it was the rare warm sun in autumn.
Touching his beard, the veteran raised his brows, raised the wrinkles on his forehead together, and looked away: "I don't know if the old man can still see it."
"It should be." Gu Nan paused, lowered his head and wrote the draft book: "It won't be long."