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Chapter 133: Ambassador from Xianyang (2)

In the tenth year of King Zheng of Qin (237 BC), in early summer, there seemed to be a little more heat in the air.

In the county magistrate's office where Shangjun County was governed by Fushi, Meng Tian met the special envoy from Xianyang, the person he unexpectedly expected.

"Zhao Ying?"

"Meng Tian, ​​you can't imagine that we will meet so soon, but I, Zhao Ying, are the special envoys representing the king!"

Seeing Meng Tian a little surprised, Zhao Ying couldn't help but feel proud. After Lao Ai rebelled, he entered the palace to be a man. The Ying clan did not forget the affection of Zaofu and gave him the opportunity to lead the army and make meritorious contributions.

"Just say it straight, what order does the king have!"

After the Ying Yan gift, Zhao Ying did not give up and wrestled many times. Once, when Meng Tian was dating with Ying Yan, Zhao Ying deliberately jumped out to make trouble, which was unbearable. The two proposed a duel, but the result was conceivable that Zhao Ying could not get off the bedding for nearly three months.

"Of course, the king ordered you, Meng Tian, ​​to guard Shangjun and guard against the Huns, and not to attack rashly!"

Zhao Ying was ridiculed in his tone, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He originally thought that Meng Tian would attack the grassland so that he could impeach Meng Tian, ​​but Meng Tian did not give him this opportunity.

"Hehe, Meng Tian, ​​Meng Tian, ​​you can be with the Huns in the future!" Zhao Ying grabbed the bronze tripod on the table and sniffed a sip of wine, "I, Zhao Ying, are different. This time, the king attacks Zhao State on a large scale, and I will have more opportunities to make contributions, and my merits will soon surpass you!"

Thinking that his title would come from behind and surpass Meng Tian, ​​Zhao Ying really wanted to laugh out loud.

"The king attacks Zhao?"

Meng Tian felt a little premonition. According to Wei Liao's strategic concept, Wang Jian cut off the ridge of Shandong and attacked from south to north. Meng Wu restrained him from north to south, headed towards Handan, and met to surround the capital of Zhao. This had nothing to do with Zhao Ying.

"Haha, Meng Tian, ​​you don't know yet! When your father Meng Wu inspected the front line, he was injured by Zhao's ravage arrows and had already returned to Xianyang to recuperate. Now, the chief general of the northern army was replaced by the Zuo Shuzheng Yang Duan and General, and my Zhao Ying became the vanguard general under General Yang."

Zhao Ying shook his head regretfully, laughed in his heart, and was a little angry, why didn't Zhao Jun shoot Meng Wu to death with one arrow?

"Did my father get hurt? Why didn't I get any news!"

Meng Tian's mind changed rapidly. At that time, he was fighting against the Huns on the front line of the Great Wall. In order to avoid affecting his ambitions, the Qin army concealed the news that Meng Wu was injured.

After Meng Wu returned to Xianyang, the battle situation in Shangjun stabilized, but Meng Wu still had no news. Either Meng Wu was out of danger of life, or Meng Wu did not want Meng Tian to leave the army at this time.

"Hmph, thank you for telling me this news!"

Zhao Ying deliberately told Meng Tian that his father was injured, which was definitely not out of kindness. "General Zhao went to attack Zhao, and I, Meng Tian, ​​would never let the Huns become the worry of the Qin army!"

Meng Tian felt a little depressed. Over the past year, he had worked hard to attack the Huns, build the Great Wall, and trained his army desperately, not to stay in Shangjun, but to watch the Qin army sweep across Liuhe. It was just that the king's order was difficult to disobey, and Meng Tian had to temporarily suppress his desire to fight.

"Haha, let me tell you, Meng Tian, ​​when I return from Zhao State, my Zhao Ying's title will definitely surpass you!"

After saying that, Zhao Ying took a quick step and stepped onto the carriage and left with the grunt of the wheels.

"General, this man is too arrogant!"

After Zhao Ying left, Jing Su stood up first and expressed his grudges.

"The higher you jump, the more painful it hurts when you fall, don't pay attention to him."

Meng Tian shook his head, Ying Zheng had deeper considerations in promoting Zhao Ying and others. Nowadays, many generals of the Qin army have more or less relationships with the Meng family and Wang family, and Ying Zheng needs to support new forces in the army.

The Zhao family enjoyed the status of a quasi-legitimate family in Qin State. They did not lose the tradition of Zhao's ancestors' martial arts. They fought bravely. Even under the military merit system, they quickly gained a foothold.

Zhao Ying is just a small person now. Even as the special envoy of the King of Qin, who came to reward the Shangjun Corps, he could not hide the reality of his title. He was just a fifth-level doctor, but he still inherited it.

Zhao Ying completed the reward task very roughly. After handing over Ying Zheng's order, Zhao Ying couldn't wait to rush to the ferry by the river, without any desire to waste his time in Shangjun.

"Next, prepare to welcome Zuo Shuchanghe's army!"

Meng Tian climbed up to the commanding heights of Fushi City. Looking around, Yang Duanhe's army covered the sky and the sun, like locusts passing through the border, densely packed with at least 100,000 people.

The Qin army arranged by Mengwu in Jinyang camp had 100,000 people, Yang Duanhe's reinforcements were 100,000. The entire northern part of Zhao State concentrated the 200,000 troops of Qin State.

In addition to the 300,000 Qin troops led by Wang Jian in the south and 500,000 Qin troops attacked Zhao State, Ying Zheng had the intention to destroy Zhao State in one battle.

When they were ten miles away from Fushi, Yang Duanhe's army was divided into two parts. One did not stop at all and continued to advance north. The other group, about 30,000 people, drove straight to Fushi.

Yang Duanhe looks nearly forty years old, with a sense of elegance all over her body, and a bunch of her beards that fly in the wind, giving her a hint of beautiful beards.

But whoever thinks he is really elegant can judge people by his appearance. After experiencing the era of King Zhaoxiang and following people to slaughter Bai Qi, the hearts of the Qin army soldiers have long become extremely tenacious and cruel.

Yang Duan and his team were sitting quietly in the chariot, closing their eyes slightly, thinking about the battle situation in the northern part of Zhao State.

When Bai Qi was fighting, he often had the habit of thinking with his eyes closed. Later, the Qin generals learned Bai Qi's posture, which seemed a bit mysterious and profound.

"After fighting for so many years, I, Yang Duanhe, can finally stand alone!"

Recalling the scene when he had a long talk with Ying Zheng before sending troops, a faint smile crossed the corner of Yang Duanhe's mouth.

Today's king, although he is young, has never been on the battlefield, or even has probably not committed suicide, his understanding of war, strategy, and tactics are far superior to many generals who have been fighting for many years. When fighting under such a king, Yang Duanhe's heart is full of confidence in victory.

Wang Jian's army on the southern front was the most elite, responsible for attacking the elite Zhao army led by Li Mu, a famous general of Zhao State. The Qin army on the northern front was not as powerful as the southern front, but the Zhao army on the northern front, Sima Shang, the general commander of the army, was unknown, and he should have the opportunity to fight more beautifully.

After so many years of Wang Jian, Yang Duanhe respected Wang Jian, but he was always in his heart to compare with each other. Ying Zheng's appreciation inspired Yang Duanhe's long-lost struggle.

Any general who leads a soldier is eager to have more troops, the more the better.

Thinking of this, Yang Duanhe suddenly opened his eyes and happened to see Meng Tian's figure. He was leading a team of people to greet him. A strong sense of unhappiness flashed in his heart.
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