I switched allegiance to Zhang Han and rebuilt the Qin Dynasty; Liu Bang was heartbroken.

The current Qin army camp was originally a camp of surrendered soldiers, which had been under the control of the allied forces of the feudal lords until Zhang Han was enfeoffed as a king. The surrendered soldiers then transformed back into regular troops under Zhang Han's command.

Having been trapped in the surrendered army camp for a long time, my first impression of it was that it was dirty, messy, and smelly.

Zhao Ben was almost in tears: "Damn rebels, what have they done to my good men of Qin?"

Taking advantage of the daytime sunshine, these people lay in the snow and ice, many of them wearing tattered clothes.

Upon seeing Zhao Long and the others, their eyes gleamed with a sinister light.

"Ugh--"

Zhao Long also sighed. In the Qin army's war to suppress the rebellion, the two main forces, the Meng family army and the Zhao Tuo army, one in the south and one in the north, did not go deep into the war. There was no news of Zhao Tuo in the south at all.

After Zhang Han's crushing defeat, under what circumstances did the Qin people in Guanzhong, who were resisting the allied forces, still manage to muster the determination to fight to the death against the invading enemies?

The Qin army, built upon the legacy of six generations, should have consisted entirely of young and strong soldiers. In the past, there was no need for the old and weak in the Qin army, but Zhao Long could still see some young faces at this moment.

However, even though the Qin soldiers present were extremely hungry, they did not act like mad beasts, losing their minds and rushing to snatch their prey.

Their gazes kept drifting towards a young man nearby, as if they were waiting for something.

Zhao Long knew they were waiting for orders.

Strict discipline is ingrained in their very being!

The young man Qin Jun had been paying attention to soon walked over and spoke in a cold voice.

"Who are you? Have you come to laugh at my Qin army?"

The moment he gripped his weapon, many of the Qin soldiers present made the same gesture, gathering their fighting spirit.

As soon as the young man gives the order, they will pounce on their prey and fight it out.

Zhao Long smiled with satisfaction: "As expected of the Qin army, they're a bunch of wolf cubs..."

Even with their spines broken, the pride hidden deep within them still gave them immense courage when facing formidable enemies.

Like a pack of wolves on the verge of starvation, they still haven't lost their fighting spirit!

Zhao Ben, who was standing nearby, immediately threw a punch. Before the young man could react, he was punched in the face and sent flying!

The young man was also furious. Gathering all his strength, he immediately clenched his fist and retaliated.

Both were engaged in a pure battle of strength, with every punch landing hard.

However, the young man was no match for a fierce general like Zhao Ben, and was quickly defeated, crashing heavily to the ground.

The young man remained unconvinced and got up to fight again.

"Zhang Ping, it seems you haven't lost the spirit of the Qin people. I'll let you off this time."

Zhao Ben suppressed his anger and bloodlust; he had truly lost control just now!

Zhang Ping was Zhang Han's younger brother and a general under Zhang Han. Zhao Ben was furious whenever he saw this guy.

When Zhang Han led the Qin army to quell the rebellion, although most of them were convicts, the elite of the old Qin people were also among them. In the end, because Zhang Han surrendered, he was buried alive by Xiang Yu. How could Zhao Ben not be furious?

Seeing the Qin army's current miserable state, how could he not be furious?

Even knowing that it wasn't entirely Zhang Han's fault, he was still furious.

Zhao Ben felt a little better after beating Zhang Ping up.

"Take me to see the Supreme General!"

Zhao Ben spoke in a deep voice, "The important thing is to find Zhang Han."

"who are you?"

Zhang Ping, who was originally furious, widened his eyes upon hearing the familiar accent and tone.

Zhao Ben went up and punched Zhang Ping again.

"You little brat, you don't even recognize your grandpa Zhao Ben?"

Zhang Ping carefully examined Zhao Ben and indeed saw some familiar features.

Zhao Ben was originally a fierce general in the Qin army. Although he was a little lacking in strategy, the Qin army valued martial prowess, and the strong always earned more respect there.

Zhao Ben was placed by Zhang Han on the south bank of the Yellow River to defend against the chaotic army. After the defeat, he disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Ping was even more incredulous: "Uncle Zhao, weren't you dead?"

In this chaotic and turbulent era, far too many Qin generals died; those who disappeared without a trace were essentially dead.

As soon as Zhang Ping finished speaking, he shut up under that dangerous gaze. He just couldn't understand why Zhao Ben, who was already very fierce, looked even more burly and valiant now.

I am not even a match for him.

Zhang Ping smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao, please come in. If my brother knew that Uncle Zhao was still alive, he would be very happy."

Zhao Long muttered to himself, "A smart man."

At this moment, he was accompanied by a hundred personal guards, all in full armor, and Zhao Ben, who should have been dead, was also in command.

It's obvious at a glance that these are soldiers from the allied forces of the feudal lords.

Zhang Ping didn't ask any questions and silently led them to see Zhang Han.

He understood that the Qin army was now incapable of experiencing any more turmoil!

Logically speaking, Zhang Ping was intelligent, and Zhang Han was the last war god of the Qin Dynasty.

Even if these two brothers were down on their luck, they wouldn't be so easily swept away by Liu Bang in the future, would they?

Zhao Long soon found out the reason.

As you approach a tent deep within the military camp, a strong smell of alcohol hits you.

A middle-aged man was seen holding a wine cup, laughing maniacally.

"Your Majesty, I have failed you, and I have failed the two hundred thousand loyal souls of the Great Qin!"

"The Qin Dynasty is gone, and Xianyang was massacred; it is my fault!"

"How can I possibly face the elders of Guanzhong again..."

"His Majesty……"

Zhang Ping looked at Zhao Ben with a worried expression: "Uncle Zhao, ever since Xiang Yu slaughtered Xianyang, my brother has been drinking and going crazy every day. Please, Uncle Zhao, try to persuade him."

Zhao Ben subconsciously looked at Zhao Long.

Zhao Long sighed softly, "Go."

Zhang Han's mentality has collapsed.

He shed his blood for this empire, and he loved this land.

When he swept across the land and faced a massive battle, he was betrayed by the Second Emperor, forcing him to surrender to Xiang Yu.

However, the 200,000-strong army was massacred by Xiang Yu in a single day.

After entering Xianyang, Xiang Yu allowed the allied forces of the various lords to burn, kill, and plunder in Guanzhong.

Zhang Han, who once served as the Minister of the Imperial Household and later as the Supreme General of Qin, originally wanted to turn the tide, but found that things were developing in the most disastrous direction.

Zhang Han broke down.

Zhao Ben went up and punched Zhang Han. Zhang Ping felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, and his face was twitching with pain.

However, he did not stop him; he simply watched the enraged Zhang Han and began to fight with Zhao Ben.

"Uncle Zhao's bravery is even greater than it was back then."

Zhang Ping felt a little sorry that such a fierce general had been forced to take another step by the Qin Dynasty.

Zhang Ping muttered to himself, his gaze constantly shifting to the young man beside him. He had clearly seen that Zhao Long had consulted this man before taking action.

Who exactly is this person, capable of commanding such a formidable Uncle Zhao?

"Zhao Ben, you bastard."

At this moment, Zhang Han's angry voice rang out. He was seen being pinned to the ground by Zhao Ben, whose fists, as big as sandbags, kept hitting Zhang Han's face, which also woke him up.

"Zhang Han, you're the bastard, you're a coward!"

"You are guilty of the Qin Dynasty's defeat, but the Qin people in Guanzhong are still here. Now Xiang Yu and the allied forces take pleasure in bullying the Qin people every day, and all you dare to do is hide here, get drunk every day, and talk nonsense about your guilt?"

"As the Supreme General of Qin, your greatest sin is that you have failed to protect the unarmed people of Guanzhong!"

"How dare you face His Majesty and say that you have failed him!"

"Oh!"

Enraged, Zhao Ben threw another punch.

This time, Zhang Han did not fight back. The tough man was now in tears.

After a long while, Zhang Han looked dazed and murmured, "What... what should I do?"

"Hehe, I don't know how to do it either."

Zhao Ben shook his head and smiled. Just as Zhang Han was about to burst into a tirade of curses, Zhao Ben released Zhang Han, pulled him up, and looked at Zhao Long behind him with a smile.

"This is my lord, he knows the future of the Great Qin."

Zhang Han also subconsciously looked over, but in an instant his pupils widened suddenly, his eyes seemed to burst, and he froze on the spot, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"