Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

At the end of the night, on an ordinary morning, Yang Ming suddenly woke up from his sleep on the earthen bed. His ears moved lightly, and a vague sound came from the distance.

After realizing something, Yang Ming quickly stood up, put on a soft tiger skin cloak, and already held the bow, arrow, and dagger that had never left the bedside three feet away in his hands.

In his ears, there was the faint sound of horse hooves, and there were more than one or two. The anecdotes that were once just gossips gradually turned into clues in his mind.

At this time, Yang Ming suddenly realized why Xue Nu, the daughter of the Zhao Kingdom's royal family, would become a dancer in Feixue Pavilion in the future, and how her mother, who was an advocate, hooked up with the current Zhao Wang Yan. .

At this time, Yang Ming thought that Xue Nu's mother, who was born in a family, was most likely the future Queen Zhao, a terrifying and shameful woman recorded in history books as the Queen of Zhao.

In order to clear away the traces of her past, it seems not impossible that the woman sent someone to silence the old lady, or even kill her daughter.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it became that Yang Ming braved the biting cold of the morning and ran to his neighbor Uncle Biao's house.

"Ming, what happened?" Uncle Biao looked at Yang Ming, who was holding a bow and an arrow. The sleepiness that had not dissipated after being woken up from his sleep disappeared instantly without a trace.

Uncle Biao, who watched Yang Ming grow up, knew very well that although Yang Ming was only fifteen years old, his military strength far exceeded him. He was just a warrior in the Qin army back then, but Yang Ming's father But he is a general and a former soldier of Wu'an Lord Bai Qi. His martial arts are authentically inherited.

Yang Ming was even better than his master. Therefore, Uncle Biao clearly realized something about Yang Ming's sudden appearance in such a well-armed manner.

"Hurry up and let your aunt and younger brothers and sisters hide. There seems to be an enemy." Yang Ming said solemnly.

"Enemy?" Uncle Biao was slightly startled.

Wu'an County is located in the hinterland of Zhao State, only a hundred miles away from the capital of Zhao. Would there be enemies in such a place? Could it be that our Qin army is coming? Uncle Biao thought subconsciously.

It wasn't until Yang Ming left the door that he woke up. Then he hurriedly went into the house to wake up his wife and children. The whole family trusted Yang Ming's vigilance, so they didn't say too much, and they all behaved randomly. He wrapped himself in clothes and got into the secret passage in the room.

"As expected, she's here, what a ruthless woman." When Yang Ming turned back and walked out of Uncle Biao's house, the wooden fence of the manor had been broken open by the incoming cavalry and scattered along the path cleared by the farmhouse door.

The way the villagers cleared the manor in the heavy snow was originally just for the convenience of their elderly and children, but now it became a life-threatening thing. The cavalry who entered the manor no longer had to suffer from the snow and their horse legs.

The horseshoes, which could not appear in the Warring States period but could appear in the world of Qin Dynasty, stepped on the icy path, and the clatter of horseshoes hit Yang Zhao's heart.

Under the blast of rockets, countless thatched houses were ignited. The thatched roofs that had been cleaned to prevent the roofs from being crushed by snow became the most flammable things, and the flames rose instantly.

The cavalry dispersed like mercury pouring down the ground. One pair headed towards the house where the master's family was sitting, while the rest were responsible for rushing towards each household.

When a person wakes up in fear from his sleep and escapes from his home despite the flames, what greets him is an oncoming sharp arrow, a sharp blade that cuts through the air.

In an instant, the peaceful manor had been plunged into a sea of ​​fire and chaos.

Yang Ming didn't even look at this. He knew very well that no one could save those people. In front of the established cavalry, even a master like Gai Nie would be seriously injured. What's more, he is now compared to a full-blooded cavalry. Gai Nie, even if the gap between them is not half Wei Zhuang, it is half Shengqi. How could it be possible for this cavalry to confront more than a hundred people.

At this time, all Yang Ming can do is to lurk, lurk down, and then take the opportunity to escape.

Yang Ming, who carefully buried himself in the snow, held his breath and concentrated, but suddenly heard Uncle Biao rushing out of the burning room and forcing out a cavalryman who entered.

Yang Ming looked along the holes specially left in the snow covering his body for breathing and observing the surrounding environment. He saw Uncle Biao holding a hatchet and fighting a dismounted cavalryman.

With Uncle Biao's strength as an elite soldier of the Qin army, even though he was past his prime at this time, his strength was not weaker than that of the elite soldiers of the Zhao army. It was a pity that at this time, he was not holding the sophisticated weapons of the Qin army, nor was he the Qin army's elite weapon. The soldier's strong armor, he holds a hatchet and wears cloth.

Uncle Biao was still able to suppress the opponent with the first three moves, but the opponent quickly reacted and relied on his strong armor to let Uncle Biao's hatchet hit him. He slashed towards Uncle Biao's chest. In an instant, the blood was stained red. took Uncle Biao’s clothes.

Seeing this, Yang Ming didn't have time to think too much. He suddenly jumped out of the snow, bow and arrow, and the sharp whistle of the arrow cut through the air, piercing the throat of the cavalryman in the astonished eyes.

It seemed that even before he died, he never thought that there would be a person lurking in the snow not far away, and he never imagined that that person's archery skills were so powerful, and he could shoot them instantly, directly aiming at the vital part of his throat.

In his distracted vision, Yang Ming's figure rushed past him, holding the seriously injured Uncle Biao in one hand, jumping on his mount and riding away.

At this time, the cavalry who were massacring the villagers also reacted and separated a small group of four cavalry to pursue Yang Ming in the direction of his escape.

"Ming, leave me alone. I can't survive my injury at this time, and you can't escape if you take me with you." Uncle Biao, who was seriously injured, lay on the horse's back and said with difficulty.

"Didn't I tell you to hide? Why are you rushing out?" Yang Ming said sharply.

"I also want to hide, but it's not possible. After those people entered the room and saw no one, they would definitely be suspicious. During the search, I couldn't guarantee that Aunt You and the others would not be discovered. Only I rushed out and let them know. They have completed the killing mission, so that they can earn a chance of survival for your aunt and the others." Uncle Biao said in a weak and relaxed tone, as if he was not the one who was seriously injured now.

"It's just that I didn't expect that you would rush out, Ming, really..." Uncle Biao turned over and fell off the horse with a complicated expression.

In Yang Ming's stunned eyes, Uncle Biao climbed up from the snow with his seriously injured body, enduring the pain of his chest being torn open, but he showed a calm smile and said: "I can still help you block it. Run away quickly."

Yang Ming glanced at Uncle Biao for the last time, clung to the horse's back, and rushed forward without any hesitation. At this time, the only thing supporting him was his reason.

"Remember, Ming, we are from Qin. The State of Zhao is not our country after all. You have to return to the State of Qin. This is also your father's always wish." Behind Yang Ming, Uncle Biao almost spent his last breath. With strength, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Amidst the dull crashing sound, there was no longer a Qin man named Uncle Biao in the world.

Yang Ming never looked back from the beginning to the end, but a rage was burning in his heart. The weather was colder and the wind was even colder, but the blood was burning. An unspeakable anger was held in his heart, restless and violent... ····

Although this world is almost illusory to him, people are real people. Seeing his familiar Uncle Biao die behind him, how could he really be indifferent.

He is not a spectator, but a person in the story.

Reason supported him to look back for the last time, but reason could only control behavior, not emotion.