Time Travel: The First Female Imperial Teacher of the Qin Dynasty

Ying Zheng agreed very much.

"Father, are we being too cruel?"

At this moment, Prince Fusu gritted his teeth, hesitated a little, and then suddenly asked.

His eyes were red, his breathing was rapid, his fists were clenched, and he subconsciously closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch the bloody scene on the battlefield.

Although these people are not citizens of the Qin Dynasty, they are also living lives!

If possible, he really wanted to order the soldiers to stop attacking.

Qin Shi Huang looked at Prince Fusu deeply, his eyes as calm as ever. "In war, there is no need for mercy."

Prince Fusu lowered his head and stopped talking.

Qin Shi Huang retracted his gaze and looked at Lin Anlan beside him: "Girl, what do you think?"

Lin Anlan smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, I think this war is necessary."

"You are still too young after all. There are some things you don't understand."

Lin Anlan patted Master Fusu on the shoulder, and a meaningful voice sounded.

Fusu didn't understand, but she and Ying Zheng knew that this was also a tactic.

If the Qin Dynasty loses its composure under the attack of these five million people, it will surely suffer heavy casualties.

When seeing the hope of victory, will the Magpie Kingdom surrender?

Non-my family, its heart must be different!

Ying Zheng frowned slightly. If Fusu continued like this, he would definitely replace the throne without hesitation.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if the Qin army was handed over to such a soft-hearted emperor.

If Fusu was an official or a minister, he could be soft-hearted.

But the emperor is different.

No matter who sits in this position, the mission is determined.

Fusu didn't know that Ying Zheng brought him with him for the purpose of observation.

"An Lan, how long do you think this battle will last?" asked Qin Shi Huang.

Lin Anlan looked at the sky and said, "Soon, this rainstorm will stop. By then, the Qin cavalry will have nothing to worry about."

Qin Shihuang nodded, he believed in Lin Anlan's judgment.

On the battlefield, Long Jue was like a humanoid beast, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

Those soldiers from the Magpie Country couldn't stop him at all and were shot away by him.

Long Qie laughed loudly, his armor was stained red with blood, like a demon descending to the earth.

"But I'm a little curious, what does this guy want to do here?"

Ying Zheng and Lin Anlan stood side by side, looking towards the battlefield.

In the distance, King Ashoka, protected by hundreds of his trusted followers, was rushing towards them, cutting through all obstacles.

There were countless people lying in a pool of blood on the battlefield, turning it into a real hell on earth.

"This man still has a conscience. He probably wants to surrender and ask our Qin army to withdraw."

Lin Anlan's eyes were as sharp as torches.

"But how can it be that easy?"

Many people think that fighting is just a matter of a word from the coach, and that they can fight or march at the command of the coach.

But in reality, withdrawing troops is a long process, otherwise there is a high probability of being counterattacked by the enemy.

Not to mention that this war involves a full eight million people, nearly ten million!

"However, since we are here, we might as well meet this guy."

Ying Zheng smiled faintly, raised his hand to call the soldiers, and gave the orders.

The guards did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly rode their horses to rush to Long Qie's side.

Long Qie was killing with great pleasure. When he saw someone coming, he smiled and said, "Brother, what's the matter?"

He has a good personality and is not arrogant.

This is also one of the reasons why he was popular in the Qin army.

"Greetings, Marquis Baizhan, his majesty has ordered you to bring the King of the Magpie Kingdom." The guard saluted and threw himself into the battlefield after reporting.

Long Qie was stunned and looked away into the distance.

"Your Majesty, are you planning to capture the king first?"

He didn't think much about it, his job was to follow orders.

Long Qie flipped over and jumped more than two meters high. He shook the black iron stick lightly to force everyone away. Then he raised his right hand, grabbed Ashoka's neck, and turned away without hesitation.

Leaving everyone behind, disheveled in the wind, each one of them was stunned.

Before some people even realized what was happening, Ashoka had been abducted.

"Too deceiving!"

Some people cried out in grief, saying that this result was hard to accept and a great humiliation.

In full view of the public, the army was defeated by one man and even the emperor was captured.

The old monk stood nearby, looking at Long Qie in the distance with some fear. He felt a chill in his heart and a chill all over his body.

Where does this person come from?

Long Qie roared like a demon, and his fists as big as millstones kept smashing down as he rushed forward.

The whole person was bathed in blood, and no one dared to stop him along the way.

Soon they fought their way out and came close to Qin Shi Huang carrying Ashoka.

boom!

He raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, then casually threw Ashoka to the ground.

He saluted Qin Shi Huang and smiled, "Your Majesty, the person has been brought here."

At this moment, Long Qie no longer looked like the killing god on the battlefield, making it hard for people to associate them together.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ying Zheng smiled faintly and patted Long Qie on the shoulder.

With such a brave general, why should the Qin Dynasty not prosper?

"Greetings to Qin Shi Huang." Ashoka took a deep breath, his face full of bitterness.

At this moment, he was no longer the almighty emperor, but a prisoner.

Qin Shi Huang looked down at Ashoka and said, "Ashoka, what else do you have to say now?"

"Qin Shi Huang, my Magpie Kingdom is willing to surrender, I only ask you to let my people go."

"I think you should understand that you are not qualified to negotiate with me now."

Ashoka turned pale and lowered his head.

"Qin Shi Huang, I respect you as a great ruler who cares about the people of the world."

"If you give the Magpie Dynasty this chance, the might of this great nation will surely go down in history."

"But if you let the war continue, you will be called a tyrant."

There was a gleam of light in Ashoka's eyes, and he used righteousness to restrain Qin Shi Huang.

A barely perceptible sneer flashed across his lips. As long as they were given a chance, they might be able to make a comeback in the future.

As for Qin Shihuang’s refusal?

impossible.

He understood deeply that what the emperor feared most was being called a tyrant.

Qin Shi Huang grinned and waved his hand: "Long Qie, kill him."

Long Jue stepped forward and pierced Ashoka's throat with a spear.

Ashoka's eyes widened, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He was wrong, Ying Zheng was an exception.

"I am just a slave, but I still want to be equal to my master."

"Besides, what does it matter if I am called a tyrant? Who dares to rebel against me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong imperial aura emanated from his body, intimidating the whole world.

Ashoka slowly closed his eyes and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Your Majesty, Ashoka is dead."

Qin Shi Huang nodded and looked at the city wall.

The old monk stood on the city wall, looking at Ashoka's body with gloomy eyes.

"Great Elder, what should we do now?" someone asked.

The old monk took a deep breath and said, "Pass the order down, Buddhist believers, lay down your weapons and surrender to the Qin Dynasty."

"What?" Everyone was shocked.