My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 285 Don't You Say No Clothes?In the same robe as the son! (big chapter with more than 6000 characters)

Step, step, step.

Steady and orderly footsteps came from under the feet of a group of old soldiers wearing tattered armor.

All of them have mottled white hair, just like pulsatillas.

Line up, side by side.

Advance unhurriedly on the streets of Xianyang, just like what they did on the battlefield in those years.

Every battle is a test of life and death.No matter how experienced he was, even a veteran who survived a hundred battles would not dare to say that he would survive the one hundred and first battle.

Facing the soldiers of the six countries, I was sharp and sharp, and all they could do was to hold the Qin sword in their hands and march forward without hesitation.

In those years, everyone did this, and then created a huge state of Qin.

Qin is strong, but they are old.

A group of figures stretched very long under the setting sun, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on them. They couldn't match up well with these old men.

Some of them had lost their forearms, and their elbows were round and bare.

Some of them lost their thighs and were broken at the root, so they had to rely on old comrades to pull a wooden cart for transportation, and some of the one-piece armor were stretched outside.

These veterans seldom have all beards and tails, even if they look fine on the outside.

But if you peel off their armor and look carefully, you can see that they are missing three fingers, or have a huge wound on the chest and abdomen, or only have the soles of their feet without toes.

Cutting with a sharp weapon, crushing a chariot, trampling a horse...

But most of them didn't complain. Instead, they often laughed and said that so-and-so was so brave at the beginning, and Naigong lived longer than him.

On the battlefield, injuries and disabilities are commonplace, and being able to survive is a matter of luck, and there are still many people who are not blessed by this luck.

"Stop."

The Yishi City Defense Army stopped the group of old men in armor, and stopped in front of the old people, holding their swords tightly.

"stop."

When the old man in front of him gave an order, the forty or fifty white-haired old men stopped in an instant.

This scene made the Yishi city defense army on the opposite side hold the Changge more powerfully.

"Is something wrong?"

The old man in front of him smiled.

"Walking in formation has violated Qin law..."

The chief of the city defense army said in a deep voice.

In Xianyang City, civilians should not walk in groups of more than five people, otherwise they would violate the Qin law and be sentenced to imprisonment.

Imprisonment is the most common punishment in the Qin Law, and it is also the most common punishment.

The root cause is that in this era of manpower shortage, everyone is a labor force, and it is too bad to kill.However, the state of Qin has endless civil engineering projects, which require a lot of labor.

The laws of Qin are very strict, but among them, there are absolutely not many punishments for murder such as the head of an owl, beheading at the waist, and dismembering five cows.

Most of them are prison sentences-doing coolies, tattooing- tattooing on the face, and punishment-cutting the nose, which will not endanger life and waste labor.

"Baby, look clearly."

The veteran interrupted the chief of the city defense army to speak, and took out his photo sticker from the inner pocket of the armor and handed it over.

The chief of the city defense army took it seriously, without any dissatisfaction - he could tell that these old people were veterans of the battlefield.

In the state of Qin, most people would not look down on those who had been on the battlefield. This is the mainstream culture.

Looking closely, besides the names and portraits that everyone has on that photo, there is also a knighthood—no change.

The old man in his dying years is not only a veteran who has been on the battlefield, but also a veteran with the fourth-class title of the Qin State.

No more than five people can travel together, which is to restrict civilians in the head of Guizhou, and veterans with fourth-class Qin titles are obviously not among the restrictions.

Smiling, he took his photo sticker, the old man didn't wait for the chief of the city defense army to speak, and shouted again.

"Take out the photo stickers!"

All the veterans shouted in unison.

"promise!"

The Yishi City Defense Army checked the photo stickers of every veteran, and every old man had a title.

Most of the old people's titles are concentrated in the third-class titles, and the fourth-class titles are not changed.In addition, there are three second-class noble officials, one first-class noble duke, five fifth-class noble officials, and one sixth-class noble official doctor.

The state of Qin stipulated that as long as a soldier captures one of the enemy's "soldiers", he can be promoted to a first-class nobleman.

Of course, "armored soldiers" are not ordinary soldiers, but armored soldiers, who are generally elite forwards in the army.

Moreover, after killing the enemy, his head must be chopped off and brought back to the barracks as evidence of military merit.

The difficulty of every level of promotion increases by at least ten times.Most of the city defense troops are public officials, and only the chief of the city defense army is a superior.

When they saw the titles attached by the old people, the already silent city defense army became even more silent.

As soldiers who have served in the army and been on the battlefield, they know very well what the title of the old people means-if any one of these old people is picked out, there is a high probability that they will have more military merits than their entire city defense army combined.

"Boy, who is your father?"

A one-armed old man looked carefully at the baby-faced City Defense Army who had checked his body stickers, and asked suddenly.

"My father's name is Sui."

Babyface replied respectfully, the title of the old man is official official, with an annual salary of [-] shi, which is already a senior title in Qin State.

"So." The old man repeated, patted the saber hanging on his waist and smiled, "Did your father ever say that he had a centurion named Wang Wu who was unstoppable and used a sword instead of a sword?"

"Big Sword King Five!"

The baby face suddenly opened its eyes wide and let out an exclamation.

"Hahahahaha, even if he has a conscience, it's not in vain that Fei Naigong blocked his arrow back then!"

The old man laughed heartily, rejoicing at being able to learn the news about himself from the old man.

"You, your arm..."

Babyface grew up listening to his father's stories about the Great Sword King Wu, and knew that this was his father's savior, and he was also a nobleman who supported his father in the army.

Dao Wang Wu didn't have a surname at first, but later he was given a surname by a general because of his good use of the sword, and changed his name.

My grandfather, who has never got a surname in his life, always shows envy whenever he mentions this matter.Let me say a word at the end, you have to fight for a surname for your father.

In the mouth of my father, the centurion who slashed countless enemies with a big knife has boundless arrogance, natural supernatural power, no one can catch the enemy with both hands, and always cuts the enemy in half with the weapon.

Others carry a whole head to count their military merits, while Da Dao Wang Wu counts military merits by carrying two and a half heads.

The image of Dao Wang Wu in Babyface's heart has always been a tall and mighty idol.How can such a brave swordsman Wang Wu lose an arm? Father knows how sad it must be...

"No problem."

Dao Wang Wu patted his empty sleeves and grinned loudly.

"Thanks to the loss of an arm, the general personally instructed me to use a one-handed sword. Naigong is even more brave now."

Dao Wang Wu gently touched the baby's cheek with his remaining hand.His eyes were obviously looking at Babyface's whole body, but Babyface felt that the idol in front of him was looking at another person...

Da Dao Wang Wu leaned over and stood with Baby Face, comparing their heights.

He laughed and said, "Sui's son has grown up to this size... If my son is to live, he should be as old as you."

The son of Dao Wang Wu also joined the army, went to the battlefield alive, and was buried on the battlefield when he died. The one-armed old man didn't even see his son's body.

"If Naigong is alive this time, you will be Naigong's son?" the one-armed old man asked expectantly.

The idol of the noble official wanted to recognize himself as his son, Babyface didn't realize it for a while, and he didn't wait for him to speak.

"Row!"

The old man gave an order.

"only!"

A group of old people echoed their voices.

The one-armed old man was also responding, his face could not hide his disappointment, and he quickly returned to his seat.

The Yishi City Defense Army cleared the way, sent a person to the Neishi Mansion to report the situation, and followed behind the group of veterans.

They don't know what this group of veterans are going to do, but it's not a trivial matter anyway.They are all people who have served in the army, wearing armor and holding swords, marching in formation, which is the prelude to entering the battlefield.

But the veterans all have titles, so walking on Xianyang Street does not violate the laws of Qin, and these city defense forces can't stop them, so they can only follow, follow...

"Father!"

Babyface screamed in the ranks of the city defense army.

Gathering his courage, he didn't get any response except for the strange eyes of his colleagues. He lowered his head and blushed, thinking that he shouldn't be stunned just now, and now Da Dao Wang Wu will not accept him.

The one-armed old man lost his look of loneliness, and grinned silently.

He wanted to use his utmost strength to say "Hey" to accept this adopted son, but he couldn't.

"Call it early, come back alive."

The old man muttered and touched the big knife at his waist.

"Go away if you have a child, you are not missing."

There was a veteran beside him with a stiff tone.

"Bullshit! Why don't you lack me? Naigong was given the name by the general himself! If you don't go, Naigong will go too!"

The old man held his head proudly.

"The general didn't just give you a name and surname, you are so proud!"

"Then why don't you? Hahahaha..."

The one-armed old man has made great achievements in battle in his life. With a big sword in his hand, he made the enemy frightened. He has become the idol of many people.

But what makes him most proud is not the sword skills, nor the sixth-class nobleman, but the word Wang Wu.

Veterans line up.

The city defense army followed closely behind.

Two groups of people left for a cup of tea. On both sides of the street, two veterans joined the team in silence.

None of them had hair, and their shiny bald heads were brighter than the sun in the sky.

One had a deep scar on his face, from the corner of his left eyebrow to the lower right corner of his mouth.

Other than that, they were no different than marching veterans.

The city defense army did not ask to check the photo stickers this time. In terms of identifying people, they believed that the dozens of veterans from the smallest officials to the largest officials would be more professional than them.

As the two groups continued to march, the ranks of veterans gradually expanded and expanded rapidly.

One after another, standing there at unknown times, veterans in hardened clothes joined the team, sometimes in groups of three or five.

Soon, there were more than a hundred veterans in this hard-wearing veteran team. There were no pedestrians on the streets of Xianyang, only veterans marching in formation.

If someone can fly to a high altitude to overlook the entire Xianyang City, they will find that there is more than one team of such veterans.

They are like wanderers returning to their hometown, or like ants going out to feed and returning to their nests, marching from all directions in Xianyang towards the same target place, marching...

Xianyang has only two armies.

One is the city defense army under the jurisdiction of Neishifu, responsible for patrolling and protecting Xianyang.

The other is the Imperial Guard under the command of Lang Zhongling, also called Lang Guan, responsible for protecting the safety of Xianyang Palace.

Today, the majestic city of Xianyang has a third army, veterans.

The first team of veterans arrived at their destination and stopped outside Tingwei's mansion. There were 38 veterans in total.

Soon, the second team of veterans also came and mixed into the first team. There were a total of 12 veterans.

When the veteran Wang Yu brought the six veterans to Tingwei's mansion, the veteran team had expanded to 13 people.

They are very disciplined and their silence is golden.

They wore armor and held weapons at their waists. Most of them were swords, but they also had knives, maces, forks, and stabs that should not have appeared in this era.

The palms of the guards guarding the gate of Ting Wei's mansion were full of sweat as they nestled Chang Ge. The oppression brought by this group of veterans was too great.

This is due to the iron-blooded aura of the veterans. Since they left the battlefield, the two soldiers of Tingwei's Mansion have never been in contact with that murderous aura.

And the killing spirit of the veterans is more than ten times stronger than that of the soldiers of the six countries they fought against on the battlefield!
And the titles of veterans.

When the first team of veterans arrived, the government soldiers stepped forward to ask for their intentions and checked the photo stickers.

The veterans who came here agree with each other, come here to have a look.

Body photo stickers are basically all hairpin curls, no change.

According to the theory of Qin Guowei's military merits, these veterans have made great military exploits, and everyone should enjoy the support of the court at home. In private, when they see them, the soldiers will stare at them and beg the veterans to tell the stories of the battlefield.

Now all of them were wearing tattered armor, standing in front of the soldiers, although they didn't speak, the pressure came up all at once.

This is equivalent to a group of lieutenants standing in front of a recruit on guard, and they are all captains.That's not counting, there are also majors and lieutenant colonels mixed in, who can stand up to this.

"His mother's."

The veteran arrived before the sound of arrival, and the unique thunderous tone resounded through the audience. He walked up to the veterans in front of the array with a dark face, stood still, and glanced around.

"Why are there so many people! Liu Zi, how many birdmen did you find without telling me?!"

The six sons of the veteran were also very surprised. First, they went back to the veteran and said that I was a villain and found five people.

Then he stood behind the veteran, found an acquaintance among the veterans in the formation, and shouted arrogantly: "Black species, how many people did you bring with you, a bird? Naigong won't tell you to keep it secret! You can't bring too many!"

The old man who was called a black race because his private parts were too dark spread out his right hand missing four fingers and the right hand missing a thumb with an innocent face.

"Brother Six, I called Lao Jiu, Dong, are there not many people?"

Lao Jiu, who was standing next to the black species, imitated the example, spread his hands innocently and said: "I am called Ya, Ma."

"I only found the goods, scattered."

"Don't look at me, I didn't call for anyone. When I wanted to call for someone, I found everyone was there."

"..."

Veterans, you shirk your responsibility with every word and every word, saying that you only called a few people.

The veteran in front of his head heard more and more black lines on his forehead, especially when he saw the thousands of city guards gathering behind the veterans, he wanted to yell.

The veteran thought so, and he did so.

"Shut up, Nai Gong! There are so many bird people who are going to mutiny! Go back, Nai Gong!"

The veterans were silent for a moment, and no one made a move to leave.

Mutiny...it depends on what the general wants.

They stared at the Tingwei Mansion where the gate was closed, silently clenched the weapons at their waists.

"Prince."

Neishi Mengyi came on horseback, walked quickly to Wang Ji's side, and looked at his father's best friend complicatedly.

He whispered: "This move is extremely unwise."

The veteran squinted his eyes, put his foot on Meng Yi's abdomen, and kicked him three meters away.

How did Meng Yi expect that the world father would strike suddenly, and the strike was so vicious.

Climbing up with difficulty, clutching his painful abdomen as if Qin Jian was stirring in it, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he looked at Wang Wei in disbelief.

"roll."

Wang Yu shouted angrily.

呲~
The sound of the city defense army Qin Jian unsheathing was uniform.

Neishi Mengyi was beaten, and they didn't dare to be careless.

The situation in front of them will deteriorate if they are not careful, they must first draw out the Qin sword.

Otherwise, they were afraid that they would die at the hands of this group of veterans who averaged third and fourth ranks on the way to draw their swords.

The veterans heard the sound of drawing swords from behind, but no one paid attention.

They stared at the veteran Wang Jue in front of them, watching Wang Jue pointing at their faces.

"You bird people must still recognize Naigong's face!"

The veteran pointed to Xianyang Street.

"Go away!"

No one answered.

Silence is Xianyang this afternoon.

The veteran's anger piled up more and more, and he was about to explode. A veteran in front of him lowered his head.

Said: "Your Majesty, let us stay. We have come here, now go back, we should die or die."

"Fuck! You..."

Wang Ji was furious, and he just started talking.

In the crowd of veterans, someone suddenly shouted, interrupting the veteran.

"Prince!"

The veteran's speech was interrupted even more, his eyes were fierce, and he followed the voice to find the speaker.

Seeing that the old man Yan Shuo was sitting on a wooden cart, without legs and right arm, and holding Qin Jian tightly with his left hand, most of the anger in his eyes dissipated.

"Leave me, a cripple, here."

The old man was sincere, and he was afraid that his voice would be too low for Wang Ji to hear him, so he asked his old friends to push him to the front.

The wooden wheeled cart turned around, carrying an old man who could no longer stand up to Wang Ji.

The old man looked up at the veteran, put down Qin Jian, and lifted up the clothes under his body to let the veteran see his empty legs.

"These legs were cut off by those Zhao dogs called Flying Soldiers in the battle with the Marquis of Wucheng and Zhao Jun. In the past, if the army had to continue marching, a useless person like me would come and make up for it with a sword. Home."

Wang Ji remained silent, this was an unwritten rule of the battlefield that was not written into the history books.

Medical treatment was underdeveloped in the Qin Dynasty, and injuries like broken legs did not necessarily mean death, but there was a high probability of death.

If it is a victorious team, or if the two armies are in a stalemate, they may still be rescued because there is this time.

But if it is a rapid march, and fierce battles, the battlefield is changing rapidly.

No one has the energy and time to take care of disabled people. They usually report their deaths and send pensions to their families after giving them a good time.

In this era, those who lose their combat effectiveness and ability to work are crippled, and crippled are cumbersome.

"Without the general, I, a useless person, would have died a long time ago, and I wouldn't be able to live now. Except for the general, no one would take care of us. No one would give us a home in Xianyang, give us money, give us rice noodles, and bring our group of bird people together. together.

"No one will tell us that Qin Guoyou today is not only due to the generals, but also to us. No one will tell us that we are not useless people, but heroes. Heroes, except for generals, who would say that a group of useless people are heroes... ..."

With a gloomy face, the old soldier who didn't look like a good person had a hoarse voice.

Said: "I told the general not to spend money on us, waste it. The general said that we are the most precious wealth of Qin."

A well-mannered man, even when he was old, he was still elegant, and the old man who was incompatible with the armor on his body walked to the front.

"The general said: 'He who pays for everyone should not let him freeze to death in the wind and snow.' The general said that we are the ones who pay for everyone, and we deserve everything. The general has held so many annual salaries for us. We were the ones who blocked the general from the snow."

Veterans who should have entered the nether world long ago, used the life span they snatched from Lord Hades to speak nonsense that would not be recognized in this world and this era.

The ghost talk was precarious, and one or two old ghosts still joined the formation from time to time.

bang~

The door of Tingwei's mansion was opened from the inside.

The children of Meng Xibai's family came out arrogantly, cursing and cursing.

They didn't want Li Si to pay the price, or they wanted to win Chengyu's handsome face.

They came out of Tingwei's mansion and walked quickly, wanting to escape from this place stained with the blood of the three families as soon as possible, and wanting to take revenge on that Zhuzi immediately when they return home.

These children from the three families who started from military merits can't fight, but they can't understand politics very well.

What Ying Chengxi did today will inevitably arouse the fear of all noble officials of the noble family in Xianyang, and he will inevitably pay an extremely heavy price.

No one would want to have a Qin sword around their neck all the time.

If Ying Chengxi can capture the three major families of Mengxibai today, will he be able to capture other families tomorrow?
Don't say that if you don't violate the Qin law, you won't be arrested. The Qin law restricts the untouchables and is a weapon for political struggle.

The Qin law itself has no binding force on the nobles, only when the nobles fight each other, or when the king wants to kill, the Qin law is binding on the nobles.

Whoever criticizes for violating the Qin law itself, rather than for the interests of power, title, fiefdom, etc., is suffering from a mad disease, that is, a disease.

This is not only the Qin Dynasty, but the entire feudal dynasty, and even the Qin Dynasty is better in this respect-at least in Guanzhong, the nobles still dare not kill people in public.

On the order of the First Emperor, Li Si was forced to release the three children of Meng Xibai's family.

These noisy, gloomy faces, thinking about how to take revenge on Ying Chengxue, and the children of the three families who killed Ying Chengxue went out of the gate of Tingwei's Mansion, but found that they still couldn't go home-the veterans surrounded the gate of Tingwei's Mansion tightly.

"Where did a group of old dogs come from, this is going to rebel."

Someone sneered.

"Get out! Don't block the way!"

Someone is impatient.

Most of these children from aristocratic families have no fear of veterans. They come from aristocratic families, and they don't even look up to the regular army of Qin, let alone veterans who look miserable.

They think that they are rich and noble, and they are different from those untouchables who can only fight with their lives.

But when the forest grows, there will not be only stupid birds, there are a few clever birds seeing that the situation is not right, secretly calling out that it's bad, they don't go out anymore, but return to Tingwei's mansion.

The veterans who were thinking about it stopped talking, and stared fiercely at the children of the three families.

The release of the three children means that Ying Chengxun's order was wrong, which means that Ying Chengxun failed.

Before Ying Chengyu arrested the three great families, the veterans didn't have much hostility towards the three great families.Some people may say that the children of the three families are arrogant, but most people don't think that the three families should be killed, damned.

But when the three great families stood on the opposite side of Ying Chengxu, the veterans wanted the three great families to die.

This is not a shift in ideology, but an absolute cult of personality for Ying Chengxuan.

The veteran turned around and squinted at the crowd waiting.

Although the veteran hadn't shown up for a long time, the older members of the three aristocratic families who had experienced the battle with Wang Yu still recognized the veteran at a glance, and their expressions couldn't help but change.

呲~
The veteran drew his sword.

"Why don't you say that you have no clothes? You share the same robe with your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear, and share the hatred with your son!"

The veteran sang "No Clothes", which was the song that the whole army would sing when he charged into battle.

The veteran's thunderous voice really can't sing "No Clothes" so beautifully, and it can't compare with the beautiful voice of the actors in the palace.

But that desolate, iron-blooded, golden and iron-horse smell.Those actors in the palace who are good at acting will never be able to perform in this life.

呲~
All the veterans drew their swords, and along with the veterans, they sang battle songs that boosted their own morale on the battlefield and weakened the enemy's fighting spirit.

"Does it mean no clothes? I have the same luster as my son. Wang Yuxing master, repair my spear and halberd, and work together with my son!"
"Why don't you say you have no clothes? Same clothes as your son. Wang Yuxing, repair my armor and walk with your son!"

(End of this chapter)