Although the territory of Ba and Shu is not small and can form a country, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Zhang Lu and Fusu are like two Gu, who are kept in the Gu Cup, and only one person can survive. Of course, Han Yi is now a Gu breeder. He will not let the other Gu die easily when he has not received enough benefits.

Suddenly, Zhao Gao sat in the seat in the main hall, and his whole body was a little decadent and tired, as if he had lost his energy. Looking at the chicken soup in front of him, Zhao Gao only felt that he was ignorant of the taste and felt the signs of gradually itching on his body. Zhao Gao felt a little scared in his heart, as if he would die here at any time. He had experienced it once. It was spring a year ago. It was raining a little, and Zhao Gao was alone in the house and refused to take the antidote. In an instant, his eyes were red and his body was extremely itchy. Helplessly, Zhao Gao finally accepted his fate and took the medicine.

"Squeak" The black wooden door was pushed open. Yan Le, who was thirty years old, was wearing an official uniform and holding a bronze sword with a gloomy face. He came to Zhao Gao. Behind him was a middle-aged man dressed as a doctor, holding a black medicine box in his hand, limping into the hall with Yan Le, with a simple face. Yan Le came to the hall and saluted to Zhao Gao, "Sir, you have brought it."

Zhao Gao looked at the cripple in front of him, frowned a lot, took a deep breath, waved his sleeves and said, "Yes! Go out."

"No" Yan Le was used to it, and bent down to salute and slowly retreated out of the gate. Before leaving, he brought the door with him and watched Yan Le leave. The man in Central and Southern disguised as a cripple immediately stood up and quickly came to Zhao Gao. He didn't look like a cripple, looking like he was walking as fast as a flying man.

"Sir" Zhao Gao looked at this person, changing his original sinister look, his voice sounded full of pleading. The middle-aged man was too lazy to hold him up, took out a black porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it directly to Zhao Gao. Zhao Gao hurriedly took it with his hands, hurriedly opened the bottle plug, swallowed the medicine inside, closed his eyes for a long time before he spit out a breath of turbid air, kneeling on the ground with relief, sweat on his forehead swept across his cheek, making him hit the cicada, looked at the middle-aged man, leaned on the ground and thanked him, "Thank you, sir."

"Mr. Zhao, the food is good." The middle-aged man ignored Zhao Gao, but came to Zhao Gao's meal alone. Looking at the chicken soup with a full range of flavors in front of him, the man didn't care at all, took a sip and exclaimed: "Okay, comfortable."

"Sir, I'll send it to you every day." Zhao Gao looked flattering. The middle-aged man sat in the original position of Zhao Gao. Zhao Gao stood opposite him, like a child who had made a mistake. He didn't say much. The middle-aged man put down the chicken soup, drank it drunk, and joked: "Sir Zhao, you don't have much time left. My king's patience is almost gone. The original half-year period has been extended by one and a half years. You still have three months. If you don't do anything, I'm afraid you won't see the dusk in Chang'an."

Zhao Gao was stunned and swallowed, saying, "Don't worry, you will do something next month, and you will definitely not disappoint you."

"That's good, you know the king's methods." The middle-aged man seemed to think of something for a while, and looked up at Zhao Gao and said, "How many people do you have in your hands now? Do you need help?"

"I don't have many people in my hands now, but I'm still more than enough to deal with Fusu. But Meng Tian must leave, otherwise I'm not easy to act with Meng Tian's protection. Moreover, after Fusu's death, it will definitely make Meng Tian suspicious. It needs adults to take action to solve Meng Tian." Zhao Gao swallowed and asked tentatively. Although he knew that this person had just said that helping was just a thug, he wouldn't ask if he knew that he would help?

"Meng Tian has 100,000 Meng family troops in his hands. Zhao Gao is so calculating. He threw Meng Tian's hard bone to us." A trace of murderous intent flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. Zhao Gao was purely looking for death, but he actually plotted against him.

"Sir, don't be angry. My subordinates are just telling the truth. Of course, I have a way to deal with Meng Tian. Stop it, silly, calm down." When Zhao Gao heard something was wrong, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately comforted him.

"Hehe" the middle-aged man smiled strangely at this time, staring at Zhao Gao with his eyes and said, "I just said I want to help you, so I can't break my promise, so let's do it! This time I will give you three hundred light crossbows and three thousand poisonous arrows. If you touch it, you will die. Even if you wipe Meng Tian's skin, you will take his life. I think! With this thing, you will definitely be able to kill Meng Tian."

The middle-aged man came to Zhao Gao's side, patted his shoulder with his hand, and said indifferently: "You think carefully, the things will be delivered tonight, a special reminder!" The middle-aged man came to Zhao Gao's ear and whispered softly: "If you don't do it in three days, when Xinshi comes, you will naturally suffer."

Zhao Gao beat a chill, and the middle-aged man said that Xin Si was a little heard of. He was a murderous person without blinking. If he came, he would have to be flirted with his skin. Zhao Gao narrowed his eyes and dared not speak. The middle-aged man still walked out of the hall in a limping manner and left leisurely. Yan Le saw the man coming out and bowed to show his respect. The middle-aged man nodded with a smile, looking very kind, and then, under the guidance of the servants, walked out of the mansion in a pretentious manner.

Zhao Gao pinched his fist tightly, and his anger made his body tremble constantly. Yan Le walked in at this time and said with a serious expression: "Sir, do you really want to do it?"

"Well! Time is too late. Will Meng Tian set out in one day? We will wait until the third day. Meng Tian has gone away and will not be able to help you. As for Meng Tian, ​​you are sure." Zhao Gao looked at Yan Le, his eyes full of deep concerns. He still knew how much Yan Le had. It was okay to give advice, but it was nonsense to let him go to the battlefield to kill people.

"My subordinates must do their best." Yan Le bowed with a respectful look.

Zhao Gao looked at the dim sky, and the last dusk of sunset shone on his cheeks. Zhao Gao felt the last warmth on his cheeks and sighed in his heart: "Everything is fate, you can't avoid it or avoid it, let him go."

"Don't worry, sir!" Yan Leying shouted, then turned around and walked, with murderous aura swelling around his body.

Half a day later, Meng Tian took the lead in sending troops. After all, the Qin army's food and grass were almost unable to hold on. Fusu occupied half of Shu and how to support 400,000 troops, even if the people under their control did not eat or drink, they could not supply 400,000 troops. Therefore, Meng Tian could only choose the second national policy, which was to use war to support war, and use war to plunder population, food and supplies. Only in this way can the army maintain operation.

But this negative impact is also very great. First, Fusu is not won the hearts of the people in Shu, and the people complain about him. Second, the many days of warfare have made the Qin army tired, the death rate continues to increase, the soldiers' war-weariness is rising, and their combat effectiveness has also plummeted, which makes people helpless. Third, if they win a battle, it is okay, materials and other things can soothe the soldiers' emotions, but if they can't grab anything, the soldiers' morale will decline, and sometimes they may even mutiny.

Fusu looked at Meng Tian's back as he walked away, dark and serious. If he had any choice, he would not want to send troops to fight. However, in order to save Qin's last hope, Fusu had to do so. Zhao Gao, who was standing beside him, held a black velvet coat and draped it on Fusu's body, said: "It's cold, the young master should wear more clothes."

"Thank you, Lord Zhao! If my father is alive, why is my Qin State going to be like this?" Fusu stroked his forehead, looking helpless and solemn.

"Young Master! Excessive sadness is useless. Let's go back and rest first." Zhao Gao reached out and made a call. Fusu didn't think much about it. Zhao Gao was the old man next to Ying Zheng. He served him for many years. In their eyes, he seemed to be the most loyal person. He nodded and agreed, and then followed Zhao Gao to rest.

In the dim hall, Zhao Gaoduan put a bottle of chicken soup on it and put the wine in his mouth. Fusu looked at the chicken soup in front of him, feeling mixed feelings, and looked at Zhao Gao and said, "The country is in trouble at the moment, so there is no need to be so luxurious next time!"

"No" Zhao Gao put the spoon in his hand in front of Fusu, and placed the chicken soup in front of Fusu.

But Fusu was too lazy to look at it, so he reached out to pick up the chicken soup, looked at the bamboo slips in front of him, took a sip of the chicken soup, savored it carefully, and looked at Zhao Gao with a locked brow, saying, "Why is this chicken soup not right today? It has a strange smell."

"Ahha!" Zhao Gao felt chilled and hurriedly explained: "Today, a medicinal herb was added to this chicken soup. They said it has the effect of extending life and is very useful, so I came here to give it a try with Your Highness."

"Oh!" Fusu's eyes showed horror. He carefully looked at the chicken soup in his hand, sucked it, and without any doubt, he drank it in one sip. After all, Zhao Gao was an old man around Ying Zheng and had always been loyal.

Fusu is a man who is generous, but he is too short-scheming, which is also a problem that Ying Zheng has always been worried about. As the saying goes, guarding against thieves day and night is hard to guard against, but it is Zhao Gao's way of doing so.

"Yes!" Fusu suddenly felt the burning and painful lower abdomen. He covered his lower abdomen and changed his complexion, from green to red, from red to white, and looked at Zhao Gao and said, "Zhao Gao! I feel so painful! Send the doctor to come."

Zhao Gao pretended to come to Fusu to support him, came behind Fusu, took out the cloth that had been prepared in his arms, and looked at the outsider of the hall: "Lao Ai closed the door."

"No" walked into the gate of "No" a carefree eunuch, about thirty years old and didn't look like an eunuch. He stretched out his left and right hands and closed the door directly.

Fusu's face changed, his heart was full of thoughts, his eyes were a little frightened, he covered his abdomen with his hands, spitting blood in his mouth, and grabbed Fu Zhao Gao tightly with his left hand and said, "Zhao Gao! What are you going to do!"

"Young Master! I'm sorry, only if you die can we survive." Zhao Gao's eyes exuded a fierce murderous intent, and he pulled out a white cloth from his arms, covering Fusu's breath. At this time, Fusu let him struggle, but he had already taken out Zhao Gao's palm.

Fusu kicked the table with his feet, and the utensils on it were scattered all over the ground, and the ground was in a mess. Fusu suddenly kicked forward, and the whole seat was turned over. Zhao Gao gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of cruelty. Fusu's struggle was getting smaller and smaller, and he vomited blood and died directly on the spot.

"Set the fire!" Zhao shouted a breath of turbid air, wiped the blood in his hands with cloth, and greeted Lao Ai.

Lao Ai was not slow either. He took out a candle from his arms, blew it and threw it on the pillar of fire. In an instant, a huge fire filled the entire city lord's mansion.

Lao Ai clapped his hands and looked at Zhao Gao and said, "Sir! Let's go."

"Yeah! Let's go!" Zhao Gao looked at Lao Ai and signaled him to leave first. Lao Ai didn't think much about it. He opened the secret door and was about to go out. Zhao Gao suddenly stabbed Lao Ai's back with a sword. The blood sword pierced through Lao Ai's lower abdomen. Lao Ai's eyes were full of confusion, and he looked at Zhao Gao suspiciously: "For... why?"

"No reason! From today on, you are Zhao Gao! You will die on my behalf! I can't let others suspect that I killed Fusu! Lao Ai! Go with peace of mind." Zhao Gao took over Lao Ai with one arrow, and then put his and Fusu's body together. The fire was burning. Suddenly, the whole mansion was watered spread throughout the city. Countless soldiers came to put out the fire, but it was useless. The people were scattered and watched, and no one wanted to help.

Zhao Gao was dressed up as a servant at this moment, and sneaked out of the city with chaos in the city. The fire took three or four hours to burn it. Countless soldiers plucked the ruins. In the end, people could only see two burnt corpses. One of them could be identified as Fusu by the size of their bodies, and the other was blindly guessed by others as Zhao Gao.

In an instant, the Qin army was in powerless and Fusu died. Only the only one who could take charge of everyone was Mr. Hu Hai.

Speaking of which, Meng Tian sent troops to Wucheng, but he didn't encounter a scout for three days, which made Meng Tian feel something was wrong. When he went deeper, 50,000 Meng's army instantly fell into Yan Le's treacherous plan.

It turned out that Yan Le knew that he was not Meng Tian's opponent, and relying on his 300 rotten sweet potato and stinky bird eggs, it must be Meng Tian's opponent. Finally, Yan Le informed Wu Han and Meng Tian, ​​and told Wu Han, that he wanted to attack Wu City.

After Wu Han received the news, he checked it day and night, and after confirming that the news was true, he sent two tiger generals, Ge Congzhou and Zhang Guiba, to ambush in Wucheng. Wu Han and Deng Yu personally took the battle to kill Meng Tian here.

"Ga..." Meng Tian and his group came outside the witch city, but neither of them saw the shadows. The cautious Meng Tian ordered the soldiers under his command to come forward to check, but the soldiers who came back to send the order shook their heads and said, "There is no one inside."

Meng Tian's face became even stronger. Her tiger's eyes looked at the Wucheng ahead, and she was secretly shocked: "No! I'm trapped, withdraw."

"Go! Retreat quickly." The Qin army was incredibly rioted in an instant, and I don't know why I suddenly became so panicked.

Ge Congzhou appeared on a war horse, his tiger eyes stared at Meng Tian in front of him, and laughed loudly, "Meng Tian, ​​old man, today is your death."
Chapter completed!