Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 133 Return home!Go home!
Boom boom boom!
The mighty army of more than [-] marched in the wilderness, raising endless smoke and dust. The earth shook under this mighty momentum, and the distant mountains on both sides were shaken.

Banners were flying, and spears and halberds were like a forest. A Qin soldier held his weapon and marched forward solemnly, with a look of exhaustion on his face worn by the weather.

Only a pair of eyes were shining brightly, shining with excitement and joy that could not be concealed, completely different from the depression and chill in the past.

ding ding dong.

The clanging sound caused by the friction and collision of weapons and armor does not sound as dull as before.

This is the army of more than [-] returned to Qin led by Ying Jun. They traveled all the way and finally returned from Fencheng to Hangu Pass within the specified time.

At this moment, the army was less than ten miles away from Hangu Pass and could return in less than an hour. The army, eager to return home, subconsciously accelerated its pace.

However, immediately the generals leading the soldiers opened their mouths to give orders.

"Stay in line, stay in line!"

"Steady! Pay attention around the army!"

"Quiet! Keep the speed!"

Cold shouts poured into the ears of all the Qin soldiers like cold wind, which immediately cooled the blood in the hearts of the soldiers and suppressed the excitement and excitement in their hearts.

In the marching army, Wang Jian was walking on the outermost side of the army with the long sword on his waist, staring calmly and vigilantly at the mountains and forests on both sides of the army, analyzing where there might be a possible ambush.

At this moment, he has accumulated merit and been promoted to the rank of two to five hundred masters, and behind him are thousands of soldiers under his command. Along the way, he has relied on things like this to relieve the boredom and boredom of the army.

"The more times like this come, the more the army must remain vigilant, especially the army returning from victory, otherwise it will be very easy to capsize in the gutter."

"Soldiers have no permanent momentum, and water has no permanent shape. You must be cautious and cautious, and do not dare to be careless or arrogant or even underestimate the enemy."

While Wang Jian was exploring, he kept mumbling to himself, the light in his eyes kept shining, and his whole person continued to make progress in this way.

However, although Wang Jian did this, he knew it in his heart.

With Baima Yi patrolling back and forth, it is impossible for any enemy to ambush this army along the way.

Even though this army is exhausted, as long as the tall figure in front does not fall, no enemy can hope to defeat this army!
Thinking of this, Wang Jian looked at the large banner floating in front of the central army, a flash of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly tightened.

"drive!"

At this moment, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats came from the front. The moment Wang Jian looked up, he saw several knights on white horses galloping from the front. The whips in their hands were waving in the air and crackling at the same time. Shouting:
"Move over quickly."

"Make way for the king's envoy."

The king’s envoy?

Wang Jian was startled when he heard this, but he immediately raised his hand to signal his subordinates to get out of the way immediately. The army behind them immediately surged up and gave way to the road in an instant.

The next moment, several horses roared past Wang Jian. Their flying pony tails stirred up the strong wind, carrying smoke and dust and hitting Wang Jian's face, making him choke on the dust.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Sweeping the dust rising in front of him with his right hand, Wang Jian's eyes were fixed on the number of knights sandwiched between them by the white horses and the black bird flags in their hands.

This scene immediately made Wang Jian narrow his eyes, and his hand that was shaking the dust couldn't help but pause. He looked at the direction where the Qin army's cavalry was galloping, and frowned.

That's the direction of Korea!
For a moment, a light seemed to flash in Wang Jian's eyes. He clenched the hilt of the sword instantly. The veins on the back of his hand were exposed for a moment, and he murmured in his heart:
"Should we go to war or... make an alliance?"

Wang Jian didn't know clearly in his heart, and such a major event was beyond his current identity and status that he could figure out, but he felt in his mind that the alliance might be bigger.

However, Wang Jian had a vague feeling in his heart that if there was an alliance, a small South Korea seemed to be making a fuss out of a molehill.

For a moment, Wang Jian frowned, held his sword and turned to look in the direction of the army's banner...

And at the same time.

All the soldiers of the Qin Army who witnessed all this along the way followed the envoy with dark eyes, although they remained silent at the moment and could not speak casually.

However, everyone's eyes were ignited with flames in an instant. They had been fighting for many years and could smell the coming storm——

As the wind roared, countless weapons groaned in unison at this moment.

This is the sound of an iron horse.

Immediately, the army returned to normal, returned to the main road, and continued to move towards Hangu Pass, but the atmosphere of the army at this moment became different again.

Tread-tap-

Under the banner of the Chinese army, Ying Jun rode Wu Zui and walked forward with the Overlord Halberd in his hand. Surrounded by the tiger and leopard cavalry led by Li Cunxiao and other troops, they pushed forward in a mighty manner.

On horseback, Li Cunxiao withdrew his gaze, turned his head and knelt on the horse's belly, walked half a horse's length behind Ying Jun, raised his hands and said: "My lord, this must be the king's envoy to convene the alliance of the six nations. At this moment, Finally, we will go to the capital of Zhou Dynasty or South Korea."

A gleam flashed in Ying Jun's eyes. He nodded while sitting on the horse and tilted his head and said, "Yes. He will definitely ally with the six countries and establish Qin's dominance."

The Battle of Handan and the previous Battle of Changping have established Qin's status as a powerful country. Individual countries in the Six Kingdoms no longer have the strength to compete with Qin.

Qin's declaration of Qin's dominance at this moment can not only intimidate the citizens of the six countries, but also improve the morale of the people of Qin, cheer up everyone's hearts, and let all Qin people know that their efforts are worth it.

After all, the Qin State's oppression of the bottom is really not much weaker than the Six Kingdoms, and is even more vicious than the Six Kingdoms.However, the Qin State's strategy of rewarding farming wars provided everyone with a clear path to the sky that could change their own destiny, gave everyone hope for progress, and eased internal conflicts.

However, Ying Jun also knew in his heart that this alliance would never be simple. If it were a simple alliance, he and his second brother Ying Zhu would not be rushed back to Xianyang.

Li Cunxiao, who was standing next to him, also thought of this and immediately said: "My lord, when the king is meeting for an alliance, will you let your lord lift the cauldron?"

Hearing this, Ying Jun's eyes flashed with light, and he said without thinking at all: "If you can't lift the Nine Cauldrons with one word, how can you dominate the world!"

Having said this, Ying Jun paused and then continued: "Lifting the tripod is not only to confirm our supremacy as the overlord of the Qin Kingdom, but also to make up for the regret of King Wu Ying Dang who died while lifting the tripod."

However, Ying Jun didn't care at all. King Wu Ying Dang was his uncle. Lifting the cauldron caused a broken tibia, but Ying Jun didn't care at all.

No matter how many people in the world speculated, they would never have guessed that Ying Jun possesses so much divine power.

But as soon as he said this, Ying Jun's face suddenly became startled, his hand holding the horse's rein tightened, and a sudden thought came to his mind.

His uncle not only wanted to raise the tripod, but also planned to move the Yongzhou tripod back to Qin, completely shaking the foundation of the Zhou royal family's rule.

However, Ying Dang died holding the tripod at that time, so this idea finally came to nothing, and the Yongzhou tripod was still among the kings of Zhou Dynasty, Jiluoyi.

For a moment, Ying Jun's brows furrowed, and then they suddenly relaxed. A faint smile flashed across his lips, and he murmured:
"interesting!"

While speaking, a light seemed to flash in Ying Jun's eyes, and an idea suddenly emerged in his mind. He loosened his hand holding the horse's rein, turned to Li Cunxiao beside him and said:

"Your Majesty, you must move Jiuding back to Qin at once!!!"

King Wu Ying Dang can move the Yongzhou Ding back to the Qin State. At this moment, the Qin State has essentially established its dominance. With Ying Ji's style, he will definitely not be satisfied with just one Yongzhou Ding.

hiss!
Li Cunxiao was immediately shocked when he heard this. Even he, a Tang Dynasty man, knew the importance of the tripod, let alone the Warring States Period at this moment.

If King Ying Ji of Qin wants to move Jiuding back to Xianyang, it will be equivalent to completely destroying Zhou Guo Zuo...

This is definitely something that the Six Nations would not dare to do, and everyone in the Six Nations knows what Jiuding represents.

Thinking of this, Li Cunxiao couldn't help but gasped: "Your Majesty, this is when we prepare to show the domineering power of Qin to unify the world with the six countries in front of the alliance! What a courage!!!"

Ying Jun beside him couldn't help but nodded, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Although all this is just his conjecture at the moment, Ying Jun judging from the Battle of Handan, whenever there is a chance, Ying Ji will bet nine points of his strength.

Compared with King Wu Yingdang, his bravery is not worth mentioning, but his mind and courage alone are enough to compare with anyone in the world.

The Six Kings are no exception.

However, when Ying Jun thought of this, he suddenly felt a bulge in his heart. At this moment, he also looked very much like his uncle, King Wu Ying Zhu.

The impression he currently gives to people all over the world, apart from being brave, has no other merits.

In fact, his bravery sometimes completely covered up all his other advantages.

As for his second brother Ying Zhu, he seems to be inconspicuous, but he also looks very much like Ying Ji back then.

"Interesting!!!" Ying Jun murmured, but there was not much smile on his face. Thinking about it, I am afraid that when the unification of the Qin State is established, things will still have many twists and turns.

However, he is determined to win the position of King of Qin.

Having already come to this point, there is no way he can back down. He can bring a brighter and more brilliant future to Qin, a future that no one in the Seven Kingdoms can even imagine.

The true kings are all one in the world.

Wherever the horse's hooves go, there is Qin soil.

Everyone who shines when the sun rises is from Qin.

As he spoke, the horse's hooves whirled, and Zhao Yun rode from the front and rushed to Ying Jun. He raised his hands and said: "My lord, the Hangu Pass is wide open ahead to welcome my lord to lead the army in triumph!!!"

After hearing this, Ying Jun put away the thoughts in his mind, lightly knocked on his horse and walked to a high slope nearby. He looked far into the distance. In the field of vision that was beyond the reach of ordinary people, a majestic pass was already very close at hand. A feeling of going home suddenly arose in my heart.

A smile flashed across Ying Jun's lips, and he immediately turned to look at the marching army below. The Chixiao in his hand was unsheathed with a clatter, and facing the brilliant light of the sky, his voice rose and he shouted towards the mighty army below. A sound.

"The generals—"

The wind swept across the wilderness.

The voice rose high again, and the wind carried the heroic voice into the sky. As the array marched in the wilderness, everyone's eyes turned to that proud figure that was unparalleled in the world.

“Go home!!!”

“Go home!!!”

Amidst the high-pitched roars, the mighty army raised their arms and ran wildly in vain. Amidst the rumbling footsteps, someone cried silently...

“Go home!!!”

(End of this chapter)