In the city of Xianyang, the streets were bustling with activity and decorated with lights and colorful lanterns.

The yamen runners patrolled from time to time, and the shop entrances were cleaned and kept very bright.

The small fish sashimi shop deep in West Street was still crowded with people. People kept pouring in at the door, wave after wave like the tide, filling the small shop to the brim.

A customer in green clothes in the restaurant ate a piece of crystal-clear fish with satisfaction and asked the owner who served the dish, "Old man, why don't you decorate your house? I think you're the only one on this street that doesn't have any."

He Zhui had just put down a dish, and with the effort of his hands he straightened up, looking at the diner with a smile, "We have a small family and are too busy to handle it, so I won't make it."

"Why doesn't the old man ask a servant to help?"

He Zhui couldn't answer. The pain in his waist came in waves, making him extremely irritable.

Besides, he's not crazy? Please wait?

The more people there are, the greater the risk of exposure. He and Zhishou are both deliberately growing beards as a disguise, so how could they possibly invite anyone to be with them day and night?

Hey~

In the kitchen, Zhishou quickly caught a fresh fish and slammed it onto the table, knocking the fish unconscious.

The long and narrow blade flashed with cold light and flew in his hand.

The bones and bones were removed, the fish flesh exposed, and soon the thin fish fillets fell off. His knife skills were extremely skillful, the rise and fall of the fish were just right, and his wrist moved like the wind, the fish fillets were evenly thick and thin, and they were beautifully arranged on the porcelain plate.

Zhishou looked very serious, enjoying every move. He arranged the plates of fish sashimi like works of art, which was one of the reasons why the shop has been so popular since it opened.

When he heard footsteps, he looked up at He Zhui who came in with his hands on his waist, and said with concern.

"Master, has your back injury recurred? You should rest for a while, I will serve the food!"

He Zhui nodded, leaned to the side tiredly, and kept sighing.

Why hasn't winter come yet?

I guess in winter, hot dishes are more popular, so there will be fewer customers coming to eat fish sashimi.

Of course it would be so if nothing unexpected happened.

What I fear is that accidents may happen.

On the official road, the wheels rolled, raising clouds of dust.

The messenger rode a fast horse, galloping along the official road like an arrow.

The sky was gray and rain began to fall, hitting the messenger's body, but it could not stop him from moving forward.

The horsewhip kept waving in the air, making crisp sounds.

The messenger had a solemn expression on his face, his hips raised, his entire body half suspended in the air, level with the horse's back, only his legs tightly clamped around the horse's belly.

"drive--"

The sound of horse hooves, accompanied by the increasingly heavy sound of rain, hit the official road and spread out for a long distance in an instant.

After nearly a year of full-scale construction, the cement passages between the garrisons in northern Daqin have been successfully completed and fully encircled.

Meng Tian returned from his inspection tour in Liaodong on a fast horse. He is now at the garrison in Shangjun, discussing the strategic deployment to retake the Hetao area with his deputy generals.

His Majesty had given him a secret order that the country had limited cement and that priority should be given to their area. The day the city wall was repaired would be the day they could take over Hetao.

Once they sweep the battlefield and quickly repel the Huns, the Qin Dynasty will shift its resources to the south, concentrate on conquering Nanyue, open up the South China Sea, and establish a seaport.

Inside the central army tent, the lights were on. Meng Tian was wearing black armor, his brows furrowed, and he held a wooden stick in his hand, pointing at the huge fur map in the middle of the table.

Several key generals of the army sat around a large table, gathered next to Meng Tian, ​​and followed his wooden stick to look at the direction of the mountains and rivers on the map.

"The Hu people are as cunning as wolves, often robbing and running away. This time, they took advantage of our civil war and occupied the entire Hetao region. If we can't take it down in one fell swoop, they will definitely counterattack."

Beside the table, a former general in his early twenties pointed at three points on the map with a sharp gaze and spoke loudly.

"We can divide our forces into three groups and launch a simultaneous attack. The Hu people have many cavalry and can march quickly, making them suitable for surprise attacks but not for defending a city. Our city walls will be reinforced soon. By then, we will have food and fodder ready, and the gates will be securely closed. We will no longer have to worry about them raiding our base camp, so we can fight without worry."

"Correct!"

General Zuo, who was on the other side of the table, looked very excited and pounded the table hard, making a loud "bang".

"With the equipment we have now, we must strike while the enemy is unaware and kill him immediately!"

When talking about equipment, the generals in the big tent all smiled, subconsciously touched the long swords in their hands, and then thought about the new batch of saddles and other items, and they were even more delighted.

The atmosphere in the tent was relaxed.

After a moment, an old general suddenly stood up, clasped his hands together and said, "General, I am willing to lead two thousand light cavalry and lurk in the northern valley at night. Together with the former general, we will attack the enemy from the front and back. When the enemy retreats, we will catch him off guard and cut off his retreat!"

Meng Tian waved his hand slightly, his eyes fixed on a certain place on the fur map, and then pointed the wooden stick fiercely to the northwest.

"We can lead the main force north from Longxi, and the other two forces will wait in the rear, forming a triangle and encircling and strangling them."

Everyone's eyes met and they nodded immediately. The plan was finalized and all that remained was to prepare for the army's march.

Zuo Sima, who had never participated much, kept calculating in his mind the military supplies and the gaps that would exist in the army once the war broke out. He spoke with an embarrassed look on his face.

"General, although we have had ample supplies this year, the army's food supply has gradually improved, and we don't have much surplus food left. If we don't fight now, we can barely hold out for two months. Once a war breaks out, it will definitely not be enough."

He thought of the official roads and new carriages, feeling somewhat relieved. He added, "However, the official roads are now open, and new grain has arrived from all over the country. When Your Majesty returns to Xianyang, he will surely send people to deliver the military pay. Within a month, we will have what we need."

Meng Tian's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, he stroked the important passes on the map with his fingertips, and nodded heavily.

"Then calculate the military's needs as quickly as possible and report to His Majesty."

"Yes!"

The giant candle flickered, and the flames continued to lick the surrounding air. The generals never left, but still sat together, constantly deducing the various possible directions of the war.

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled open, and a cool breeze carrying dust rushed in.

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a messenger rushing into the tent with rain all over his face.

He dropped to one knee with a thud, holding a bamboo tube high in his hands. He was still breathing heavily, his voice hoarse as he reported loudly, "Report—urgent news from the front lines! Two thousand barbarians have descended from Yinshan, heading south into the north. They've burned, killed, and looted along the way. They've looted all the food in the village, slaughtered over three hundred people, and abducted all the young women."

There was a sound of "clang".

Meng Tian's face was stern and he knocked heavily on the table.

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