I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

Xiao He sighed, his eyes full of regret.

"Zhang Liang, you are too stubborn. The Kingdom of Han has been destroyed. Instead of dwelling on the hatred of the past, you should look to the future and work for the well-being of the people. If you can assist the Qin Dynasty, with your talents, you may be able to restore the glory of your Zhang family, return to the position of prime minister, and be remembered in history."

"You have to know that the land of Daqin is several times that of Han. How can the prime minister of Daqin be compared with the prime minister of Han..."

He spoke the last sentence very slowly and clearly, like the spell of the tarsal bone, whispering in Zhang Liang's ear.

Zhang Liang tilted his head and looked to the side, stiffening his neck and remaining silent.

Xiao He knew that it was useless to persuade him any further, so he bowed and walked out of the cell.

Before leaving, he paused and gave a reminder without turning back.

"Young Master is now imprisoned, and I'm sure he misses his family. His Majesty has already ordered that Madam Shui of Donghai Commandery and your son Buyi be brought to Xianyang City. I hope your family can be reunited soon."

After he finished speaking, he didn't pause and strode out of the prison.

But after he left, Zhang Liang fell back into his chair dejectedly, staring blankly in a daze. Finally, he sighed helplessly, "Shui Niang, I don't doubt it..."

Suddenly a strong wind blew outside the window, and raindrops were blown in and hit the ground.

The cell fell into dead silence again, with only Zhang Liang's heavy breathing proclaiming his inner restlessness.

The wind and rain continued to violently beat down. In Hengshan County, Xiao He and Zhang Liang battled with each other in wits and courage, and began Zhang Liang's journey of persuading them to surrender.

However, Han Xin, another of the "Three Heroes of the Early Han Dynasty", was now going crazy killing people on the battlefield in the north.

“Gee-gi ...

The wind is cold and biting. The further north you go, the lower the temperature becomes and the more desolate the grassland becomes.

“These are all good farmland!”

Han Xin sighed and shouted to the cavalrymen following behind him, "This is all black soil. The Emperor said that black soil is most suitable for growing crops!"

He waved the whip in his hand excitedly.

The thought of cultivating this fertile land filled his body with strength.

"Let's go a little further and we'll definitely find the lair of those barbarians!"

"drive--"

A long line of cavalry followed Han Xin and rushed north.

In the mountains hundreds of miles behind them, Fusu was leading the army and busy checking their equipment.

A few days ago, it rained heavily in the north for several days in a row.

They had to check the condition of the divine thunder quickly to prevent it from getting damp and affecting its ignition.

"Sir, I wonder where Han Xin has gone off to again!"

Meng Tian walked to Fusu, carrying a rabbit he had just hunted, and chatted with him in a relaxed manner.

"Last time, he found a tribe of barbarians, and he was so excited."

Upon hearing this, Fusu also smiled.

"Ever since he heard my third sister's story about the young general 'Fenglangjuxu,' he's been obsessed with going to the battlefield and wanting to be even more formidable than the general in the story."

Fusu pulled out a dagger from his waist, took two steps forward, and helped Meng Tian clean up the rabbit.

The skin and flesh were torn apart, and the red rabbit's blood was all over the ground.

Now he can peel off the entire piece of fur very skillfully.

He removed the two rabbit legs and placed them separately on a baking tray on the side, continuing to speak.

"With so many cavalry following us, there's absolutely no problem with our safety. I'm just worried that this kid might get too excited and run too far."

As he spoke, he looked up to the north.

This Northern Expedition went very smoothly.

Wherever the army went, it rarely encountered stubborn resistance.

As they encountered more tribes, they realized that it was the barbarians who had escaped from Shangjun who spread the news that they could summon divine thunder.

The barbarians had already tacitly agreed that the Qin army was a group of soldiers favored by Chengli and that resistance was pointless.

Fusu also found out the situation of the tribe that robbed and killed the caravan.

It was a tribe of 3,000 people. The old leader had just died, and several of his sons were fighting fiercely for the position of leader.

The one who robbed and killed the caravan was the fifth one among them. He was weak and wanted to win people's hearts by using the looted supplies.

The bonfire was lit, and Fusu used a branch to stir the burning firewood, thinking about the man's escape route.

He had to make that man run away as far as possible so that the food and fodder consumed by the army would not be wasted.

The rabbit is roasted on a rack, and as the wooden stick turns, the unique aroma of rabbit meat slowly emits. The oil drips down the rabbit legs and gradually drips onto the fire. With a "crackling" sound, a flame pops up.

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from a distance.

The messenger quickly ran to Fusu and took out a secret letter.

"Sir, there is a letter from the court."

Fusu's expression straightened up, he took the secret letter and began to read it carefully by the campfire.

After quickly reading the secret letter, Fusu's eyes narrowed suddenly and his lips were pursed in anger.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Meng Tian on the opposite side frowned in worry, "Master, is there something wrong?"

Fusu nodded and handed the secret letter in his hand to Meng Tian.

"The patrol team encountered assassins again. This time, they actually wanted to assassinate the third sister."

He clenched his fists, a fierce look flashing across his eyes, "Third sister is innocent and kind, and everyone in the world loves and respects her. How dare they?!"

At this time, Meng Tian, ​​who had read the secret letter, was also angry.

"That group of traitors are truly unscrupulous. They're trying to kill the Emperor, a man who loves his people, just for their own selfish desires! How despicable!"

Meng Tian pounded his hands in anger, "Aren't they afraid of being ridiculed and cursed by the world?"

His words reminded Fusu.

"I'll write an 'Ode to Suppress Bandits' and publish it in the monthly newspaper, so that everyone in the world can curse the bandits together!"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for the rabbit to be cooked, Fusu stood up from the campfire and strode into the tent.

He ground the ink and started writing, and completed the 2,000-word "Ode to Suppressing Bandits" in one go.

It fully describes the kindness and love of Emperor Yuehua for the people, and also states that the traitor is hateful and even wants to assassinate the emperor. The whole article is smooth and passionate, which makes people feel indignant when reading it.

The messenger rode at full speed and soon delivered the article to Ying Zheng's desk.

After reading it, Ying Zheng immediately issued an order, asking the printing house to work overtime to re-typeset it and ensure that the "Ode to Suppress Bandits" was distributed to all parts of the Qin Dynasty as soon as possible.

So, at the beginning of the next month, after the latest monthly report was released, people all over the world learned the news that the emperor had been assassinated.

"Who is it? Which bastard tried to assassinate the emperor?" An old man who was plowing the newly-plowed land in the fields shouted angrily.

"You idiot, you can't even understand a single message. Why didn't you ask who the assassin was?"

He was somewhat disappointed with his grandson Pingtu who was left behind.

The soil was flying everywhere, and the big yellow ox was pulling the new plow in front. He only needed to hold the plow handle tightly, which saved him a lot of effort compared to before.