Daqin: The beginning of the collapse of the sky, sweeping across the Western Regions

After Sima Cuo proposed to attack Zhao State first, the atmosphere in the hall became tense and intense.

The ministers began a heated debate over whether to attack Zhao or Han first, and everyone gave sufficient reasons to support his or her point of view.

"Zhao is a powerful country. If we attack it first, we will be able to shock other countries in one fell swoop!"

A minister who advocated attacking Zhao stood up, his voice firm and powerful.

"Yes, although there are constant disputes within Zhao, it is this chaos that gives us an opportunity."

"We can take advantage of the internal strife and launch a quick attack, catching it off guard!" another minister echoed.

However, the ministers who supported the attack on South Korea were not willing to be outdone.

"Korea has a superior geographical location and is surrounded by enemies on all sides. If we can take it first, it will provide an excellent strategic springboard for our Qin State."

a senior minister retorted.

"Moreover, Korea has a flat terrain, which is suitable for our Qin army to conduct large-scale operations. Once we conquer Korea, we can expand our territory and intimidate the surrounding countries."

Another minister added.

"South Korea is now short of troops and politically corrupt, making it the perfect time to attack."

"In comparison, although Zhao is in civil strife, its military strength cannot be underestimated."

Another minister added.

Both sides held their own opinions and argued endlessly.

The ministers who supported the attack on Zhao believed that Zhao was a powerful country and if they could defeat Zhao first, it would greatly deter other vassal states and lay a solid foundation for the unification of the six kingdoms.

Ministers who supported the attack on South Korea believed that South Korea's geographical location and military strength made it an easier target and would facilitate subsequent wars.

Ying Zheng sat on the dragon throne, holding the back of the chair with both hands, looking at the ministers intently and listening carefully to their opinions.

His eyes shifted back and forth between the ministers, his face expressionless, but in his heart he was thinking about everyone's suggestions.

He knew that these ministers were all concerned about the future of Qin, so they discussed this issue so enthusiastically.

The ministers' voices echoed in the hall, and each of them expressed his or her views firmly.

They looked excited and spoke sincerely, hoping to persuade Ying Zheng to adopt their suggestions.

Ying Zheng sat quietly, without saying a word, just observing everyone's reactions with his eyes.

Just as the ministers were arguing fiercely, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall.

The sound of footsteps broke the noise in the hall and focused everyone's attention on the door.

Everyone was shocked and turned to look at the door, wondering who broke into the hall at this time.

A guard hurried into the hall, knelt down and saluted, then reported to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, Prince Fusu is outside the door asking to see you!"

Everyone was shocked to hear the news. They didn't expect Fusu to come at this time.

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, but still nodded, indicating that he agreed to let Fusu come in.

As the guard's announcement came to an end, a young man slowly walked into the hall.

His appearance instantly quieted the originally noisy hall.

All the ministers stopped arguing and looked at the young man quietly.

The young man was dressed in black brocade clothes, with a cold temperament and sharp eyes.

He has a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

His steps were firm and powerful, and each step seemed so calm and unhurried, revealing a momentum that should not be underestimated.

Ying Zheng's gaze fell on the young man, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect Fusu to come at this time, and be so calm.

After entering the hall, Fusu did not speak immediately, but knelt down in front of Ying Zheng.

His movements were solemn and slow, showing his seriousness about the matter.

He lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Father, I beg you to take back your order."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly. He did not expect Fusu to express his opinion in this way. He thought to himself that his son was usually calm and reserved, but today he raised his objection so directly. It seemed that he had thought deeply about this matter.

Ying Zheng stared at Fusu quietly, then nodded slowly, indicating that he was willing to listen to him continue.

Fusu took a deep breath, straightened his body, raised his head, looked at Ying Zheng firmly, and said: "Father, I understand your determination and ambition to unify the six kingdoms, but I think that war will only make the people of the six kingdoms suffer."

His voice revealed deep worry: "I know that unifying the six kingdoms has been the dream of generations of Qin people, but the trauma and pain brought by war cannot be ignored."

"Every war brings endless suffering to the people, including broken families, displacement, hunger and disease... These are inevitable consequences."

Fusu paused, a trace of grief flashed in his eyes, and continued: "I beg you, father, to reconsider your plan to attack the six kingdoms for the sake of the people of the world and the future of Qin."

"I believe that it is not impossible to achieve reunification through peaceful means."

Fusu's words were full of sympathy for the suffering of the people and his desire for peaceful reunification.

He knew that as a prince of Qin, he had the responsibility to speak for the people and be responsible for the future of the country.

As soon as Fusu finished speaking, the ministers who were still discussing whether to attack Zhao or Han stopped talking. They looked at Fusu in surprise, as if they could not believe that this young prince dared to question the decision of the King of Qin in public.

For a moment, the hall fell into silence. Everyone was waiting for Ying Zheng's response. They wanted to know how the powerful King of Qin would deal with Fusu's advice.

They turned around and looked at Fusu with an incredulous look, as if they couldn't believe that this young man would put forward such an idea.

In their eyes, war was a necessary means for Qin to demonstrate its strength and achieve unification, and Fusu's suggestions sounded too idealistic and even a little naive to them.

These veteran ministers who had experienced many battles exchanged complicated looks, some shook their heads and sighed, some showed disdain, and some even whispered and called it stupid.

A senior minister finally couldn't help but stand up, his voice was full of sarcasm: "Your Highness the Prince has a far-sighted vision and a kind heart, but I'm afraid he doesn't understand the cruelty of war."

"Since ancient times, the great cause of unification has always been forged with blood and iron. Can the six countries surrender with just the words of peace?"

His words caused a low resonance in the hall.

Another minister who advocated a hard line also stepped out and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness's idea is good, but the reality is cruel."

"If we don't show enough determination and strength, those vassal states will only regard Qin as weak and vulnerable."

As he said this, the minister's eyes were filled with anger.