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Chapter 183 One billion Qin people and one billion soldiers!
Under Mangshan Mountain, on the square.

The ground paved with spirit stone fragments was smooth and neat, and engraved with many magic arrays such as Gathering Spirits, Removing Dust, and Calming the Mind.

In the past, this was where the ministers would wait for the Afang Palace to be opened during grand court meetings.

But today, all the people standing in the square are civilians!
They were wearing either bright and fancy clothes or patched clothes. Some were tall, some were short, some were fat, some were thin, and their faces were different. But what they had in common was their solemn expressions and red eyes.

In the open space in front of them, there were thousands of coffins lined up.

There were the dead Qin soldiers, as well as their sons, husbands, and fathers!

When the first ray of sunshine shone down and the breeze brushed past the swaying spirit flags, the square was suddenly filled with suppressed sobs, which gradually turned into crying, and then into heart-wrenching wails!

A father cries for his son, a wife cries for her husband, and a son suffers for his father.

The voice is sad, like a cuckoo crying blood.

The soldiers who were maintaining order around also had mournful expressions on their faces. Although their job was to prevent the people from making loud noises and to keep the ceremony solemn, they really couldn't bear to disturb those grieving people in this situation.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When the sun rose to mid-sky and the earth was bright, the sound of bells and drums rang out from the Mangshan Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of doors on the top of the mountain opened one after another.

At the main entrance of Afang Palace, two teams of warriors wearing black armor and holding long spears formed a corridor with their backs to each other and shouted in unison.

"police--"

The next second, Qin Tian, ​​wearing armor of the same color, rode out of the palace gate on a dragon horse.

The dragon horse took a step forward, and a auspicious cloud rose under its feet. Just like that, step by step, it carried Qin Tian from the Afang Palace on the top of the mountain to the square at the foot of the mountain, seemingly slowly but actually swiftly and steadily.

Qin Tian's face was solemn.

He jumped off his horse, took a flag that the waiter had prepared long ago, and slowly placed it on the body of a Qin soldier who died in the battle in front of everyone.

Then, the second, the third...

Until every coffin was covered with flags.

That is the battle flag of the Qin army!
The national flag of Qin!
The king Qin Tian personally covered the national flag on the soldiers who died in battle. It was a sign of respect for those who sacrificed their lives for the country and a comfort to the families of those who died in battle!

The wails grew louder.

It was not until Qin Tian stood on the temporary platform that tens of thousands of soldiers standing around the square shouted in unison.

"Your Excellency, please come to the stage and bow!"

……

"bye!"

The sound was loud and resounding throughout the city.

Soldiers wearing armor and holding halberds and spears knelt on one knee. The Qin people in the square and on the streets knelt on both legs, but they raised their heads in confusion and looked at Qin Tian standing on the high platform.

This was the first time many people saw what Qin Tian looked like.

Today, Qin Tian was wearing a fitted battle armor and a helmet on his head. On the cloak behind him was embroidered a golden dragon with bared fangs and claws. The cloak fluttered in the wind, and the golden dragon coiled and meandered as if it had come alive.

After the square fell silent, Qin Tian scanned the entire place.

Everyone saw a pair of sharp and bright eyes!

Although it was just a fleeting glance, it was enough to make the civilians and soldiers who made eye contact with Qin Tian lower their heads involuntarily.

This was not because Qin Tian was so handsome and heroic that they felt inferior to him, but because they subconsciously felt that it was disrespectful to look into the eyes of a noble Qin Tian!
Qin Tian began his speech.

"There are many rumors circulating in Xianyang City recently, saying that the Qin people are divided into old Qin people and new Qin people. The old Qin people are superior to the new Qin people and are the masters of the new Qin people. It is not worth it for the old Qin people to die in battle to protect the new Qin people!"

"That's not true!"

"The Qin people are the Qin people!" "Even if they come from different states, even if they come from different races, since they have come to Qin, they are the Qin people! The Qin army should fight to protect the Qin people!"

"In the fight for protection, there will be sacrifices, and death is a common occurrence..."

"But we think that the Qin people behind us will not be humiliated, all the parents of the Qin people can enjoy their old age, and their children can grow up safely. We died to protect the Qin people, and it was a worthy death!"

"From now on, no matter who dies in the Qin army or in the Qin State, whether it is a farmer, a soldier, or an official, as long as they have made contributions and sacrifices to protect the Great Qin, we will bury them like today and let them be buried under the Great Qin flag..."

"Use this method to express our grief and unite the will of the Qin people..."

……

After Qin Tian finished speaking, the huge city of Xianyang fell into complete silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

But soon, heavy breathing echoed among the crowd like muffled thunder.

I don't know who took the lead, but low and heavy shouts came from the crowd.

"Long live the Great Qin!"

"Long live the Qin Marquis!"

From a hundred steps to a thousand steps, from a thousand steps to ten miles, along the road from the foot of Mangshan Mountain to the Suzaku Gate in the south, tens of thousands of Qin people, as if spreading their voices, from west to east, from south to north, all began to shout the same words.

"Long live the Great Qin!"

"Long live the Qin Marquis!"

……

Tens of thousands of mouths shouted loudly, tens of thousands of arms waved vigorously, and tens of thousands of eyes stared at Qin Tian on the high platform. In their sight, Qin Tian's expression was solemn, without a smile or frown. There was a slight fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was enjoying it, or as if he had long been accustomed to or even tired of the cheers...

Zhou Liang, Han Yang, Lin Zhao, Li Qi and others also shouted a few times. When they looked at each other, they saw the same idea in each other's eyes.

The people’s hearts can be used!

Then, Zhou Liang walked up to the platform and recited aloud the manifesto that he had written long ago.

Declare war on the State of Handancheng!
For a time, the crowd was furious.

After all, a considerable number of those dead soldiers who were covered with national flags died in the battle with the "poachers" of Handan City State!
Their families have long been thinking about revenge!
And those people who called themselves "Old Qin people" were cheering even more.

There is no other reason. According to Qin law, beheading is a reward. The people are happy when they hear about the war, just like a hungry wolf seeing meat!

But to their surprise, after the manifesto was recited, Zhou Liang did not issue an edict to expand the army!
They are anxious!

How can they achieve class advancement without joining the army?

An undercurrent suddenly began to surge among the crowd.

After the entire "national sacrifice" was over, tens of thousands of people still did not disperse. They stood on the square and began to shout loudly towards the high Afang Palace.

"Sir! We are willing to fight to the death with the bandits!"

"Sir! Please allow us to serve our country!"

……

The sound waves were getting louder and louder.

The people who petitioned were shouting their petitions until they were hoarse, and they were just short of writing a petition in blood...

However, the gates of Afang Palace remained closed, and even the government offices everywhere kept their doors closed. No one responded.

Or rather, yes.

For example, in Han Yang's Sikou Mansion, a large number of Tiqi dressed in brocade robes were rubbing their hands excitedly, waiting for Han Yang's order to go and arrest people!

Well, the new Qin law prohibits illegal gatherings...

(End of this chapter)