Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

When they went north to fight Goguryeo, they needed manpower.

After all, the opponent has 10 people!

Zhao Lang said calmly at this time,

"These people are enough, besides, ships can't transport so many people."

Of course, there is another reason, that is, he is not willing to give up Qi Di.

As for manpower, there should be a total of four to five thousand people in the dozen or so Zhuangzi in Liaodong, including one thousand elites.

Ji Wushuang had already gone to Liaodong to organize farmers, so he should be able to raise two or three thousand.

After all, at this time, if everyone doesn't want to die, they have to die!

In addition, Xiao Liu and 2000 people traveled day and night and were rushing to Liaodong.

He has nearly 2 people here, a total of [-] people, which is already worthy of a battle.

After all, Liaodong has made so many continuous crossbows and black powder.

It's time to use it too.

He didn't have the slightest burden to kill these people.

Internally he is timid, externally he strikes hard!

Soon, march all the way.

In the evening, Zhao Lang and his men set up camp.

Just settled down, the slave came over and said,

"Master, there is an envoy from the Xiang family outside the door, come to ask for a visit."

"Do you want to let him in?"

Zhao Lang frowned and said,

"Xiang's envoy?"

Slave nodded.

At this moment, Zhao Lang's heart suddenly moved, and he said,

"You go and prepare the food and wine, and I will greet you in person."

After speaking, he walked towards the door.

The slave was stunned for a moment, even if the envoy belonged to the Xiang family, he didn't need such a generous gift?

The food and drink are fine, why go to greet him by yourself?

Where does this envoy have such qualifications?

The slave was full of doubts, but he also knew that he couldn't understand Zhao Lang's thoughts, so he just did it.

At this time, Zhao Lang had already arrived at the door.

Seeing Zhao Lang, the envoy was also slightly taken aback.

He was Xiang Yu's servant, and he had seen Zhao Lang before.

Never thought that Zhao Lang would come out to pick him up in person!

From this point of view, the King of Qin still cared about his master very much.

"King Qin, I am..."

The envoy is about to salute to show his identity, which is the rule of envoys.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lang strode over at this time, and without giving him a chance to finish speaking, he said very affectionately,

"The king has been waiting for a long time!"

"Come, come, the food and drink have already been prepared, we must have a good drink together!"

This action made the messenger a little confused, what does it mean to wait for a long time?

Did King Qin know that he was coming?

This is unreasonable!

With doubts, the messenger followed Zhao Lang all the way to the place where the banquet was held.

At this time, the slave has prepared wine and meat.

When he went in, Zhao Lang deliberately took a few steps behind, and quickly said to Nu in a low voice,

"Come in and call me in a quarter of an hour, and say that someone wants to see you."

The slave nodded, and then Zhao Lang followed the envoy into the tent, and entertained him very warmly.

After taking his seat, the envoy wanted to stand up and salute again, but was interrupted by Zhao Lang.

"Messenger, how is your master?"

When the envoy heard the question, he felt even more baffled. Did my master meet you on the battlefield?

But he replied politely,

"My master is well, and let me say hello to King Qin."

Zhao Lang said with a smile at this time,

"It's fine, I'm very worried, alas, I have to say, the spout of blood is so realistic, I almost believed it."

The messenger said in confusion,

"King Qin, what are you vomiting..."

Halfway through the envoy's words, his expression suddenly changed!

But he still stopped his words abruptly, and changed his words,

"My master is much better."

But he never mentioned his identity again.