The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

Immediately afterwards, the sound of drums beating in the main tent to gather the generals reached everyone's ears.

But the drum sound seemed a little strange, intermittent, sometimes loud and deafening, sometimes weak and low.

Hearing the sudden drumbeat, Meng Tian and Sima Yan couldn't help but look at each other, and both of them showed obvious surprise on their faces.

Sima Yan couldn't help but frown, and said doubtfully, "The commander-in-chief has always been the only one who has the authority to order the drums to rally the troops. But now, General, you haven't even gone to the main tent, let alone issued such an order."

Meng Tian's face suddenly turned gloomy.

It is obvious that someone is deliberately challenging the coach's authority and trying to disrupt the morale of the troops.

Thinking of this, Meng Tian and Sima Yan did not dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly quickened their pace towards the main tent.

At the same time, other generals also rushed over after hearing the news, and everyone poured into the tent together.

When they walked into the tent and took a closer look, they found Fusu standing there with a helpless look on his face.

On the side, Fu Sheng was holding the drumstick, panting with exhaustion, as if he had just gone through a fierce physical labor.

Meng Tian and others had gloomy faces and said nothing.

However, Pang Qing, standing by, was furious, his eyes fixed on Fu Sheng. He shouted, "How dare you! How dare you beat the war drum without permission? Don't you know that this is a taboo in the army? This behavior is no different from treason!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Sheng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Then, calming himself, he snorted coldly in response, "Hey! Where did you get out of this place? You're just spouting nonsense here. The young master is here in person today, and not only are you failing to pay your respects, you're actually being disrespectful to your superior. How can this be allowed? Furthermore, an urgent letter has arrived from Xianyang. The situation is extremely pressing. If I don't quickly beat the drum to gather everyone, how can I handle this important matter in a timely manner?"

After hearing these words, Pang Qing's anger burned even more fiercely.

He suddenly swung his right hand and drew the long sword from his waist with a "swish". The sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at Fu Sheng and he shouted sternly: "The discipline of the Qin army is as strict as a mountain. How can we allow you to act so recklessly! Your actions are simply treason!"

Fu Sheng's face turned as pale as paper in an instant, completely devoid of blood.

His body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

But even so, he still pretended to be calm, gritting his teeth and refutation: "I... I just wanted to pass the news to everyone as soon as possible..."

At this tense moment, Fusu intervened, saying, "General Pang, please put away your sword. While Mr. Fu's actions are certainly inappropriate, considering he is anxious to deliver an important message, please forgive him for now."

After Fusu finished speaking, he turned to look at Fu Sheng and said slowly, "Sir, please remember not to act so recklessly in the future. The army has its own rules and regulations. If everyone acts as recklessly as you did today, how can we maintain military discipline and prestige? I hope you will reflect on this."

Upon hearing this, Fu Sheng secretly groaned inwardly, helplessly lowered his head, bowed respectfully to Fusu, and said, "Yes, sir, you are absolutely right. I have already realized my mistake."

Meng Tian, ​​standing nearby, snorted coldly upon seeing this. He stared intently at Fu Sheng, his gaze like a cold, gleaming blade, and a murderous aura emanated from his body.

Fu Sheng felt a chill rising from his spine and instantly spread throughout his body, making him shiver involuntarily.

He suddenly recalled that the General Meng Tian in front of him was no pushover. He had fought in battles for more than a decade, experienced countless large and small battles, and had made great achievements. Now he was the commander-in-chief of an army with 300,000 soldiers.

At this moment, Fu Sheng not only openly violated military law, but also insulted Pang Qing with wild words. Such behavior undoubtedly angered Meng Tian.

If Prince Fusu had not been here, given Meng Tian's temperament, how could he easily let go of this ignorant person?

For a moment, the atmosphere of the entire scene became increasingly solemn and depressing, as if even the air had solidified, making it difficult to breathe.

Meng Tian then spoke first, "Pang Qing, don't be so rude! How can you just use your sword when the young master is here?"

When Pang Qing heard this, a look of unwillingness instantly appeared on his face, and he reluctantly put the sword in his hand back into the scabbard.

At this time, Meng Tian's eyes quickly swept over Fu Sheng, Chunyu Yue and other Confucian scholars.

His face was stern as he shouted, "This is a strategic location within the military. Although I respect you as my teachers, military rules are as strong as a mountain and cannot be violated! Considering this is your first offense, I'll let it go for now. But if it happens again, you will be punished according to military law and there will be no leniency!"

After hearing these words, those Confucian scholars who were originally so aggressive suddenly became like eggplants hit by frost - they wilted.

They were all silent, not daring to meet Meng Tian's majestic gaze.

Seeing this, Fusu thought to himself that something was wrong and hurriedly said, "General, please calm down. You gentlemen are all concerned about the affairs of state and were a little impulsive just now. I hope you will be magnanimous and not take it to heart."

Upon hearing this, Meng Tian's expression softened slightly. He clasped his fists and bowed to Fusu, then said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency is kindhearted and considerate of the people. This is truly a blessing for the Great Qin. However, as the commander-in-chief of the army, I must strictly enforce military discipline to ensure the Great Qin army's invincibility. If there is no discipline in the army, how can we conquer the battlefield and expand our territory?"

Fusu nodded and said, "I understand the general's intentions."

He turned his gaze to Chunyu Yue and the others and said, "Gentlemen, in the army now, you must follow the orders of the general and must not violate military law again."

Chunyu Yue and others immediately accepted the order and expressed that they would strictly abide by military discipline.

Then, Meng Tian looked at Fusu, his eyes revealing a trace of concern, and asked: "My lord, what is the matter with the letter from Xianyang?"

Fusu took out the letter, handed it to Meng Tian, ​​and said solemnly: "Zhao Gao said he is willing to surrender to me secretly and open the city gate, but I must retain a certain power and status, otherwise we will be destroyed."

Meng Tian took the letter, glanced through it quickly, and then sneered, with a flash of disdain in his eyes. "Zhao Gao is a sinister and cunning man. How can we trust him?"

Sima Yan also agreed: "General, you are absolutely right. He must have ulterior motives."

Prince Fusu paced the tent, his steps heavy, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Zhao Gao has wicked ambitions. If we don't respond, civil unrest will ensue, bringing disaster to the people."

Sima Yan said anxiously, "Sir, we have soldiers and generals, why should we be afraid of him? Just refuse him directly."

Chunyu Yue stood up and said in a deep voice, "General, the war has just ended. Xianyang City is the capital of our dynasty. If we can subdue Zhao Gao without bloodshed, it would be a good thing."

Meng Tian frowned in thought, his eyes sweeping over everyone's faces. "This matter requires further consideration. We can't agree to it rashly."

Shusun Tong said anxiously, "Sir, this opportunity cannot be missed."

At this moment, a clear voice rang out from outside the tent: "What opportunity must not be missed? Have you all forgotten why the late emperor passed away?"

The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in the tent, and everyone's faces instantly became solemn.