My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

Chapter 492 Long live the prince! (Please give me a tip to book all the monthly passes!)

The women of Chu State were all singing songs sadly on the shore. Her beautiful long hair was blown up in the wind, and the belt that held her hair was fluttering in the wind.

The song they sang was "Jiang Yousi". This is a famous ballad from Chu State. Most young men and women who are lovelorn will hum this song to themselves.

"There is Si in Jiang, and his son returns, but I don't want him."

If I don’t, I will regret it later.

Jiang Youzhu's son returns, but I don't want him.

If I don't care about it, there will be no place to follow.

Jiang Youtuo's son returns, but I can't pass it by.

If I don't pass it by, its whistle will also sing. "

The ballads of Chu State are all very soft.

The Qin army formed a circle, each holding a three-meter-long Qin sword, and stabbed at the Chu people.

Some blood holes sprayed blood outwards, which could splash into the eyes of Qin people; some blood holes just quietly flowed blood outwards, soaking Gebu's clothes.

When the Chu people heard the singing, they looked at the Chu girls on the hillside, looking back three steps at a time, and for a while they couldn't even walk.

Guan Fu drove a carriage and Fu Su wandered around the center of the battlefield, which had just experienced a brutal fight.

Seven hundred thousand souls were engaged in a battle of life and death on the flat ground in front of Chengfu City.

Listening to this sad ballad not only made the people of Chu feel melancholy, but also made the young people of Chu miss the girls in their hometown.

The people of Qin would certainly not choose such a duel method.

Not long before Fusu came over, there was a wave of Chu people who would rather die than surrender, and they had a duel with Qin's sumo wrestlers.

The surface of the Ru River is sparkling and shining with bright red.

One after another, the Chu soldiers were like sheep, meekly walking into the trap that the Qin people had set long ago.

Some did not want to be prisoners of the Qin people, but would rather die in battle with the Qin army, so the battle continued.

The laughter of the Qin army floated among the plains and valleys of Chu State, whirling into the ears of the Chu people.

When the sharp Qin sword pierced the human corpse, bloody holes were immediately poked out of the Chu people's bodies.

There is almost no clean road to travel on the ground. The horses have long been accustomed to this kind of ground. They did not choose a road and walked on the corpses of people on this land that will be extremely fertile next year.

In fact, when they saw the Qin people facing their provocation and the entire Qin army remaining silent, the Chu people had already lost in terms of momentum.

As the sun set, a strange scene appeared.

Silence was better than sound, but the roar of the Chu army seemed inferior.

They asked the sumo wrestlers to evacuate and then entered the sword formation.

With each round of encirclement and stabbing, the outermost layer of the Chu people huddled together will be like rice, peeling off layer by layer from the outside to the inside.

"The river changed its course and became a river again. My beloved flew elsewhere and never came to visit me again."

On one side, the war supervisors from Qin State came here one after another to record the results of this battle.

Ren Xiao listened to the carelessness of the song and couldn't help but said, "No wonder the women in my family often say that this man's nemesis is the woman. On today's battlefield, except for this song, it is probably useless to sing anything else."

The Chu people dropped their weapons one after another and let the Qin people tie them up with ropes in twos and threes.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and the stench of corpses rotting under high temperatures was also wafting around.

Intermittent battles and pursuits continued.

When the moon is full again on the fifteenth day, the flag of Chu has fallen into the Ru River forever and will never fly again.

So when Fusu arrived, he saw pools of white scattered flowers covered with bright red blood, and the blood on them was still dripping down.

"In the days when we don't meet again. One day you will cry."

Slowly the moon climbed up the hillside.

"In the days without me, one day you will feel sad."

"The river is still and the sand is accumulated on the island. My beloved will fly elsewhere and never interact with me again."

Gradually, the Chu people lost all will to fight.

The sun rolled down the slopes of the Western Mountains, sinking step by step.

The Chu people fled, and the Qin people pursued them.

In the past, the Qin people counted the ears to compare the corpses, but now the Qin army counts the living people.

"If you don't have me by your side, you will regret it one day."

When such songs are spread all over the hillside, the Chu people have no intention of fighting.

They looked back at the mountain frequently, and Wang Ben couldn't help but said, "What a crazy man these Chu people are. I didn't expect to defeat them with just one song."

"The river bursts its banks and flows back again. My beloved flies elsewhere and will never be with me again."

It was hard to tell whether it was the afterglow of the setting sun or the blood flowing from the corpse.

In the evening, the senior officials of Qin State came out surrounded by Fusu.

A flock of birds hovered above the corpse, and the brave ones just picked up the pieces of the corpse on the ground to eat. Some had to be wary of the Qin army and swooped down from time to time to pick up a piece of meat.

Ants have climbed onto the dead soldier's body.

The crows had already eaten their fill and were preening their feathers collectively on the trees.

As the sun and moon alternate, the land looks particularly desolate, and from time to time a dark wind blows across the hills.

After three days of killing, three days of pursuit, and three days of driving, the people of Qin were tired and sat down on the ground to rest.

When Fusu's carriage passed by, all the soldiers stood up.

The sunset was like blood, falling on the shoulders of the soldiers, making them particularly tired.

Everyone looked at Fusu's carriage.

When Wang Ben received the news at the last moment, he was so frightened that he drove his chariot towards Fusu's chariot.

"Prince, it's too dangerous here. How could you come here in person?" Fusu was sitting in a carriage. He couldn't show his face in a crowded place.

It was because of the danger that I wanted to come and take a look.

Fusu sat in the carriage and asked, "I heard that you captured almost more than 200,000 Chu soldiers."

"Go back to the crown prince. I did not do my job well, and many Chu people ran away."

"How much did you run?"

"Less than thirty thousand."

"Hmm - that's right. Not counting the dead soldiers, there are now more than 200,000 Chu people in our hands."

When the generals saw the prince's car approaching, they all came to Fusu with their tired bodies.

A bonfire has also been set up around the carriage, and the Huben guards have formed a human wall. Others are not allowed to come around one by one, "I will pay my respects to the prince."

"Prince, you are really too smart. Originally, such a war could not end in half a month, and the Chu people would definitely resist vigorously, causing heavy casualties to our soldiers."

"But after you promised not to kill the Chu people, the Chu soldiers resisted very little. In this battle, our soldiers did not even suffer 10,000 casualties."

Fusu was rarely excited.

"Not even ten thousand people? Good! Great good! I have never liked the strategy of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred to myself. After this battle, I think many people in the army should start to pay attention to and study the art of war."

Everyone looked at Fusu, and Yang Duan said very sincerely, "Prince, it's up to you to use the troops. We really don't have the brains."

Ren Xiao also said, "Yes, Prince, this art of war is really weird and unpredictable. We can only lead troops to fight or something like that."

"This time the prince's battle shocked the world. He often used tricks to make the Chu people deceived and frustrated again and again. People in the world are bound to be afraid of the prince. Let's see who dares to compete with our Qin country."

Feng Jie shouted excitedly, "I have never fought such an easy battle. I took down so many people almost without losing any blood."

Everyone gathered around Fusu, and no one was not convinced by him.

Soon, an explosive mountain cry came from the distant hillside.

"The prince is wise!"

"Prince Wan Sheng!"

Only cheers and praises that come from true inner thoughts will not sound artificial or hypocritical.

Soon, more and more Qin soldiers filled the mountains and plains, holding up their weapons and shouting, "The prince is wise!"

"The prince is victorious."

These cheers were carried by the wind and flew in all directions.

Sitting in the car, Fusu's heart was shaken when he heard these sounds.

This is the most accomplished thing Fusu has done since time travel.

He had never been so happy as he was today, just when Fusu got out of the car and planned to celebrate with the soldiers.

I don't know who has no brains. In a moment of excitement, he stood on Nanshan and danced and shouted.

"Long live the prince!"

"If it weren't for the crown prince, how could all of us have military merit?"

This time, it was indeed the first time in the history of the Qin Army that most of the soldiers received military honors while ensuring that most of the soldiers were alive.

Under Fusu's plan, the Chu people obediently put down their weapons, which was incredible to Qin Zu.

Fusu saved the lives of their Qin soldiers and ended the war.

Why is he not the ideal hero in the minds of the world?

This sound should have stopped abruptly.

After all, such flattering words as "long live" are simply not in line with Fusu's identity.

Fusu got out of the car and was about to spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard this sound.

Fusu got stuck in the car and looked at everyone.

Can this be said?
But the soldiers all looked over and gathered around, looking at Fusu with an expression that was almost admiration and worship.

"Long live the prince!"

"Long live the prince!"

The soldiers made these cheers with all their heart, so that slowly the shouts reached the point where the ground could be described as shaking.

Standing on the chariot, what the young prince felt deep in his heart was not power, but the feeling of being trusted by hundreds of thousands of people.

This fulfilling feeling once eliminated the long-standing loneliness in Fusu's heart as a time traveler, and the condescending feeling as a prince with a God's perspective.

At that moment, Fusu felt that he and the soldiers were intertwined lines on the same leaf.

Hearing the cheers of the soldiers, Fusu was convinced that his efforts were not in vain.

When a good flower falls, there is a gentle breeze in the air that responds to it and emits its fragrance.

Everyone cheered, and Fusu also stood on the carriage and bowed to the Qin soldiers.

Fusu kept bowing for a long time. He didn't know how long he bowed. He only remembered that when the soldiers' voices stopped, the stars in the sky were clearly visible.

Fusu then stood up straight and said to the officers and soldiers, "My officers and soldiers of the Qin State, if you had not trusted me, I would not have been able to create such a military miracle. Today's credit is jointly established by me, Lord Hengyang, and you all." . The Qin army will be victorious!"

When some ill-intentioned generals of the Qin State heard this, the joking and amusement in their eyes immediately disappeared. They just looked at Fusu sideways indifferently.

Meng Tian had always looked at Fusu with respect. At this time, he stood up and cheered for Fusu.

"Long live the Qin army!"

Then, waves of cheers came from all directions.

"Long live the Qin army!"

"Long live the Qin army!"

(End of this chapter)