Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

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Almost at the same moment, two sword cries sounded, and two cold lights suddenly appeared.

Wang Ji's saber and Ge Nie's saber were drawn out of their sheath almost at the same time.

Wang Jue drew his sword with his left hand, and the light of the sword flashed.

This sword light is extremely fast and unexpected.

In the next moment, the scout corporal paused, dropped the wine bottle in his hand, a bright red bloodstain appeared on his throat, his facial features were distorted by the severe pain, and he let out a scream before dying.

Ying Zheng's eyes were slightly condensed, he seemed not surprised, angry, or confused, only endlessly calm, with a calm expression and deep eyes, as if no one could guess what was going on in his mind.

Although he is not yet the future emperor of all ages, His Majesty the First Emperor of Qin, he seems to be born with a supreme heart.

"General Wang Ji, you...?"

"Go quickly"

"..."

As soon as the corporal leader died, the other four soldiers retreated with frightened eyes.

However, they were fast, and Wang Ji was even faster.

With a sharp sword in his hand, this veteran's vigor is still the same as before. Even though he is over seventy years old, his vitality and blood are declining, and his body suffers from chronic illnesses, he still bursts out with the aura of a ninth-rank warrior.

Swish, swish, swish...

Jian Guang unsheathed and beheaded two people one after another.

The remaining two people were almost about to escape from the camp. Wang Ji walked like flying, and grabbed his weapon "Long pole and heavy axe" with his right hand, and swung the heavy axe with both hands, blood spattered.

Wang Ji made a move, his moves were open and closed, and the tiger and tiger were full of power. He was worthy of being a famous general of Qin, even though the tiger is old, it still has its power.

After a few breaths, five Qin soldiers died tragically.

Ying Zheng asked in a questioning tone: "Wang Jue, what do you mean by massacring the Qin soldiers under your command?"

Wang Ji brandished a long pole and heavy axe and stomped on the ground, knelt down on one knee and said: "Wang Ji's attack in front of the emperor is really an offense to the majesty of the king, and he is willing to be punished."

Gai Nie and Li Si looked at each other, and thought, "It seems that behind all these actions of Wang Ji, there seems to be something else hidden."

Ying Zheng's eyes were bright and deep, and he said calmly, "Oh, what does General Wang Ji mean by this?"

Wang Kui knelt down and said back: "The last general was really helpless. Wu Sui's barracks has a lot of eyeliners from all sides. Once the king's identity is revealed, it will be dangerous."

"Wang Ji has no choice but to make such an arrangement, and I ask the king to forgive me."

Ying Zheng stepped forward step by step and said, "I see."

"Although the scout is innocent, he has to be killed."

From Xianyang to Xinzheng, and then back to Xianyang from Xinzheng, the journey along the way is full of murderous opportunities.

Ying Zheng knew that many people wanted to get rid of him quickly, as long as his whereabouts were exposed, the killer moves would follow one after another, and he would not easily let him return to Xianyang.

Ying Zheng bent down slightly, helped Wang Jue up and said, "General Wang Jue has worked hard with his heart, and I feel very comforted."

Wang Ji stood up and said, "They will definitely not let it go, even though the king is still in danger in the military camp."

Yingzheng asked: "The general thinks, what should the widow do?"

"There are two plans in the end, and I am willing to share the worries for the king." Wang Yu replied.

Ying Zheng gestured with his left hand, "Speak!"

Wang Ji offered a plan: "The first plan, the king can write a letter in his own hand, and send it to Xianyang to the king's confidantes, and let them send people to meet the king's return to the capital."

"Second plan, the king continues to conceal his identity. The general thinks that Lord Li Si is the envoy of Qin State. If the king is willing to condescend, he can pretend to be Lord Li Si's follower."

A entourage is a servant, and a servant is the master's slave.

Li Si's face was shocked, and he clasped his fists and said, "This, how is this possible? The king has a body of ten thousand gold, and the humble minister is terrified."

Ying Zheng glanced at Li Si and said lightly, "It's okay. It's just doing things cheaply."

Li Si nodded helplessly: "Yes."

Ying Zheng said: "The general's strategy can indeed relieve the worries of the widows, so we will act accordingly."

Wang Jue clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your trust."

Ying Zheng said indifferently: "You can call me Mr. Shang."

Wang Yu nodded and replied, "Yes."

"Young Master Shang and Master Li Si's rest tents have already been ordered to be prepared by the general. Please also move, Young Master Shang, to rest as soon as possible."

Time goes by, gradually into the night
A military camp, on top of the city tower, Gai Nie patrolled at night, observing the patrolling soldiers around, as well as surveying the terrain of the four directions and the arrangement of military forces.

At a certain moment, there was a sound from Yingzheng's barracks, as if something had been overturned to the ground.

Gai Nie jumped, and with a flash of blue light, he came to the gate of the barracks.

The window of the camp tent was wide open, the white moonlight poured down, and a pot of fire was burning in the center of the camp tent.

Ying Zheng turned his back to Gai Nie, and the candlelight was shining, casting his shadow.

The figure is bleak, the tone is bleak.

Gai Nie said, "Young Master Shang..."

He didn't say anything other than yelling, and a smart person like him naturally understood that it was inappropriate to say anything at this moment.

Ying Zheng sighed softly and said, "The letter has been written, but I... don't know who to send the letter to?"

"Xianyang Palace, Mother Queen Mother, Zhong's father Xiangguo, Wang Jian and his son, Meng Wu's father and son... all the civil and military officials, who is my confidant? Who should I send it to? Who can I send it to?"

Gai Nie sighed softly in his heart, stepped forward to pick up the bamboo book, turned around and left slowly.

Suddenly, Ge Nie stopped.

Just because Ying Zheng opened his mouth, he said, "Gai Nie, go and test Young Master Mengshi for me. See if Mr. Changqing is really good at predicting things."

"Yes." Ge Nie took the order and retreated.

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In the Wusui barracks, a man is wearing a black armor with a sword hanging from his waist. The armor and scabbard are gradually shining in the moonlight, and the black battle robe is hunting in the autumn wind.

A soldier reported: "Lord Qianchang, the military roster has been rolled as usual."

"Please take a look."

The general turned around and wore an iron mask. In addition to the soldier's iron-blooded temperament, he was also a little more mysterious. He took the roster and read it for a while, then suddenly frowned and said, "A team of scouts died today?"

He frowned and found that things were not simple.

Soldier Hui reported: "The subordinates have made a thorough investigation and said that the scouts were attacked by the enemy and all were killed in battle. The bodies have been sent back to the barracks."

Qianchang asked: "Where did the scouts encounter the attack? Who is the enemy? Is there any need for preparation?"

"This..." the soldier said helplessly: "The subordinates have already asked about this, but they have been vague about it."

General Qianchang turned around and said: "If you are so vague, there must be something strange, you follow me."

"Yes." The soldier took the order.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the gate of Wusui's barracks.

General Qianchang walked up to the high platform at the gate of the barracks. Seeing this, the soldiers on guard immediately clasped their fists and saluted: "Lord Qianchang, why are you here?"

General Qianchang walked up to the high platform where he stood guard, and asked, "At Zhengyin today ([-] o'clock in the afternoon), a group of scouts left the barracks to patrol. Have you ever seen it?"

The soldier replied: "The subordinates did see it."

General Qianchang continued: "When will they return to camp?"

Soldiers reported: "They returned to the camp after about Zhengmao (six o'clock in the afternoon)."

Qianchang continued to ask: "Is there anything unusual when the scout returned to the camp?"

"When the scouts returned to the camp, they brought back a team of chariots and horses." The soldier answered every question, "It looks like officials who came to inspect from elsewhere."

Qian Chang said coldly: "You didn't check their identities?!"

The soldier said weakly: "At that time, at that time, the scout corps leader said that these people have special identities, and asked his subordinates to keep quiet."

"Special status?!" General Qianchang sneered.

The soldier immediately said: "This subordinate never lies, it's not laziness."

General Qianchang turned and left, and said in a loud voice: "You are slack in your duties, and you have thirty army sticks for the time being.

The soldier on guard smiled bitterly and said, "Yes."

General Qianchang returned to the barracks, turned around, and slowly took off his mask, revealing a heroic face. He looked about 20 years old, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, majestic and majestic.

Swish, the candles flickered, and there was a figure in the tent.

"Who?!"

General Qianchang turned sideways, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed instantly.

Gai Nie wore a blue and white long gown with fluttering sleeves, long hair shawls, and a stern face, said lightly: "I'm Gai Nie."

"Major General Meng, you are polite!"

The third one is delivered, Rong Changqing takes a break, has dinner, and works overtime at night!