For a Prosperous World

"Qin Jun! There is Qin Jun!"

With an exclamation, I remembered on the streets that were already chaotic, that the doormen wearing Korean armor could really see the Qin Jun who had been surrounded from all directions.

The torches held high in their hands illuminated the blades that had been raised, falling in their eyes and splashing with blood.

The Qin Jun, who should have been defenseless, stood in front of them, holding Chang Ge with blood in his hands, and looked at them coldly.

The corpse fell to the ground with its eyes open silently, and the sound of blood flowing out of the ground was subtle, and was soon overwhelmed by the sound of Jin Ming colliding.

South Korean gatekeepers and Qin Bing fought together, and a man in an official uniform pulled the reins of the horrified horse under him helplessly.

Among Qin's troops, the veteran looked at the man and took out a bow and arrow from the back. The arrow was placed on the string, and with the sound of opening and closing, the arrow with the cold light did not go into the night, passed between the chaos, and shot into the man's chest.

"嗬 ····" The person in the official Korean dress looked down at the arrow that shot into his chest and put his hands in front of him, but he couldn't stop the blood that bleed out.

He looked up blankly, his eyes blurred, watching the knife light disturb.

Ears seemed to remind me of the cry of the King of Korea on that day.

"Korea." The man's eyes were hot, his mouth opened, and blood spilled from his mouth: "Really, is it dead?"

"What makes me look at my ancestors?"

He didn't know who he was asking, but he already had the answer.

No more energy, the **** official obedience fell immediately.

The veteran stowed his bow and arrow and pulled out his sword: "Suppress rebellion!"

"Yes!"

Tonight's Xinzheng is destined to be calm, the flames are chaotic, the deafening killing sounds from everywhere, the sound of fighting is everywhere.

Han Cheng rode on his horse and looked back distantly.

He knew that if the night attack succeeded, there would not be such a loud noise. He hadn't been on the battlefield, but he also understood that it was the voice of the two armies.

This can only show one thing. The Qin Army has long been prepared, and they have been ambush by the Qin Army.

In the distance from the street came the sound of horseshoes and footfalls. Han Cheng looked at them. They were a pair of black armored soldiers with about a thousand people. In front was a general in white.

Generals in white are rare in battle.

Han Cheng looked at Qin Jun who was standing in front of the street, but the expression on his face slowly calmed down, and he laughed a long time, "Hehe."

The old minister standing next to Han Cheng was pale and almost fell from the horse in a flash, almost holding his body to look at Han Cheng next to him.

He can die, he can die anywhere, but not in the royal family of Han.

Looked at the door around him and shouted: "A team of people, escorting the son away! The rest stopped the Qin army with the old man!"

"Yes!" A group of people was about to come forward, but Han Cheng raised his hand.

"Sir, no need." Han Cheng rode on the horse with a somber look.

When Qin Guo was under siege, he fled and the brother Wang fell down to save the Korean royal family. When the Qin people entered the customs, he also fled, standing in front of the Qin people, bowing and struggling, trying to get everything right. When Qin Ren detained an old Korean minister who was unwilling to surrender, he fled, standing still and not speaking.

This time, he really didn't want to run away.

"Cheng doesn't have to go." Han Cheng frowned, holding his sword.

"My son." The old minister looked at Han Cheng and said anxiously.

"Sir!" Han Cheng interrupted him, and shouted, "Become the king's royal family! Chengdu is gone, telling soldiers how to fight!"

The old minister was speechless. He seemed to see Han's shadow in Han Cheng's body.

Han Cheng lifted the sword in his hands and looked at the opposite person. The sword in his hand seemed to be shaking. He was afraid but still held the sword and said, "Come on!"

"Trapped." The voice replied softly.

"Oh." Han Chengqiang smiled. "It won't work, but you've heard your reputation."

"Murderous Army."

"Come on," Han Cheng said in a low voice, and the doormen behind him all set up their swords.

The horseshoe hoisted, and the white robe rushed with the black armor, Han Cheng smiled.

Come on, troubled times.

South Korean imperial clan Han Cheng led the rebellious rebellion, and then South Korea responded and raised their flags.

However, when the rebellion came, it went quickly. On the same day, the king of South Korea's pro-Han Cheng was suppressed by Qin Jun and Han Cheng died. Qin Jun seems to have been prepared for a while, and the army from all over South Korea has been broken one after another. After all, it cannot be calmed down. At the same time, a copy of a book from Zhaozhu was found in Hancheng Fuzhong, which involved most of the old Korean ministers.

For a while, the remnants in South Korea were either exiled or fleeing or arrested by the Qin army.

Sitting at the table, Gu Nan looked at the essay that had just arrived from Qin Kingdom, but on it was written the details of the land allocated to Xin Zheng Zhimin.

If according to Qin's method of using military power to give Tian Qin, it is definitely no longer applicable, so Gu Nantongwen reported that there should be a new gift of Tian Tian, ​​but now it has already achieved results.

Nei Teng sat next to Gu Nan and asked, "Lang Ling, what's wrong?"

Gu Nanfang briefly looked at the veteran around him and laughed: "It has been specified that the farmland is divided into one and the farmland is awarded to one person. The remaining income is attributed to the country's arena and the person who gives merit later.

As she said, she closed the brief: "The food left by the old Han Jue is shared by the people, and it has already been harvested in winter."

Hearing the envoy smiled a little, the old voice was quite moved.

"Your Majesty's great handwriting, such a gift, is equivalent to giving more than half of the land of Xinzheng to the Korean people."

"It's not Xinzheng, it's South Korea, and then it will be this world."

Gu Nan said with a smile, picking up a bamboo slip from his side, ready to start tomorrow.

The inside envoy looked outside the hall, and the outside was just right ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He has also been in his late twilight years, and has walked for more than half a century.

Once upon a time in the world, people from his hometown came to see him on the day he joined the army when he was a boy, and gave him a packet of darkened steamed cake, which was more than half of the family's surplus food.

Those days are so scary that people dare to think that they can live, and often see frozen bones starving to death on the road.

Divided fields are in private households.

The veteran's eyes did not know where to look.

"There is no famine in the world, what should it look like?"

He asked, Gu Nan heard his voice and raised his head, looking down his eyes, it was a rare warm sun in autumn.

Touching his beard, the veteran raised his eyebrows, the wrinkles on his forehead lifted together, and retracted his gaze: "I don't know if the old man can see it."

"That's right." Gu Nan paused and lowered his head to write a draft book: "It won't be long."