Reborn Daqin, I am the emperor

Chapter 223 The Heart of Death
Under Hui Songzi's arrangement, hundreds of schools, all sects and sects have their positions, and everyone is ready to stand.

Among them, the busiest ones belong to the farm family, the Mo family, and the doctor family.Among them, the farmers cut down huge trees and carried rolling stones.

The Mohists set up organs and war equipment.Physicians prepare medicine stones, and are ready to rescue their own people at any time during the battle.

As for other sects and factions, as well as rangers from all over the world, they don't have any tasks at the moment, they can only help these three families and prepare for the battle.

For a continuous day and night, everyone was busy, and it was not until the next night that everyone rested.

At this time, the Huns' army was less than a hundred miles away from here.With the speed of the Huns' army, they can be killed without dawn.

In the city, the spring breeze blows, making people feel cold involuntarily.

On the city wall, a boy in his twenties, holding a howling wolf in his hand, wrote a suicide note on a piece of cloth.

"Jiu Jiu, old Qin, let's go to the country together. Uncle, Lin'er may not have the chance to wait for the great Qin's military success in this life."

"Now that the Xiongnu is in trouble, Lin'er has no chance to go to the temple, but he is not willing to be left behind. This battle has nine deaths, if Lin'er still survives, he will definitely seize the position of the champion of martial arts, enter the temple, and work together with his uncle for our Great Qin .”

"If Lin'er dies unfortunately, and Uncle happens to get this suicide note, I hope Uncle will not be sad. Lin'er resisted the Huns and died without regret. It's a pity that he didn't learn from Uncle's full knowledge!"

Looking at the contents of the suicide note, the young man pressed the cloth on the top of the wall, and a memory flashed in his eyes.

The man's name is Wang Lin, and his father was originally one of the 72 doctors of Daqin. Later, because of offending Zhao Gao, his parents died, and he was finally adopted by his father's close friend Shu Suntong.

Wang Lin was born in a scholarly family, but he has no intention of studying. What he yearns for more is fighting on the battlefield, making contributions to the country, and protecting his family and life.

Therefore, even though he followed the two major doctors successively, his knowledge was not satisfactory. He also gave up the previous scientific examinations, and only waited for the opportunity to challenge the position of the No. [-] martial artist.

And Shusun Tong, as a generation of great Confucianism, although his mind is sensitive and unlike ordinary rotten Confucians, he will never do the thing of opening the back door, so let him wait for the opportunity slowly.

Now he couldn't wait any longer. After leaving a book, he left alone and came to the battlefield.

Thinking of how my uncle has trained me over the years, and thinking that as the only heir of the Wang family, if I die in the battlefield, I will definitely fail my ancestors.But now, he has nothing to think about.

If the Huns were allowed to lead the Donghu army into the customs and explain that the world is in dire straits, he would feel even more sorry for his ancestors.

"Father, mother, I hope you will be blessed by the spirits in the sky, so that the child can stop the Huns from the catastrophe with you. And uncle, I hope you can be proud of Lin'er, Lin'er kowtows to you!"

Wang Lin muttered to himself, finally fell to his knees, kowtowed three times, finally got up, and walked out of the city.

While walking, Wang Lin recited: "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, nature is similar, habits are far away..."

His voice caused many people in the city to wait and see, until finally, his back disappeared into the darkness, and his voice became smaller and smaller until he couldn't hear the position.

"Brother Situ, it seems that everyone is determined to die in this battle!"

On the other side, Mo Nian stood with Situ Yuan, and when he heard Wang Lin's voice, Mo Nian said with deep eyes.

"Could it be that brother Mo still holds the hope of surviving?"

Situ Yuan shook his head and smiled.

"I don't hug anymore, I just look forward to killing a few more thieves on the battlefield, hehe, I am satisfied!"

Mo Nian shook his head and said with a smile.

"Yeah, I just hope that I can kill a few more thieves on the battlefield, and I am satisfied!"

Situ Yuan also said with a smile.

"I can see that the current emperor of Qin is a hero of a generation. His ambition is far higher than that of Yingzheng back then. His ability is even more powerful throughout the ages. There are few people who are extremely capable. My farm disciples are all over the world. Now when the spring is plowing , he attaches so much importance to it, I believe it won’t be long before the world will be peaceful, no matter what, I will never let the disaster of the Xiongnu disrupt this year’s spring plowing! Otherwise, I will starve to death in the Central Plains, and the world will be in trouble!"

"And I don't know, after this battle, Brother Mo Nian has the idea of ​​serving Qin!"

While speaking, Situ Yuan looked at Mo Nian with a gaze.

"Hehe, it is undeniable that when Qin State swept the six kingdoms back then, our Mohists tried their best to resist it. However, if it is unified today, will we still have to fight again?"

"I don't have any other obsessions. I hope that all living beings in this world can love and support each other, and the world will be peaceful. That's enough!"

"You and I have hundreds of families, each sect and faction, didn't they also fight to the death and blood, and fought hard?"

"Now, hehe, look, isn't everyone gathered together for the Xiongnu?"

"In the final analysis, every family and faction in the Central Plains, no matter how ruthless they are fighting among themselves, they are still their own family, but their obsessions are different."

"Externally, we must work together. Internally, why not for the safety of the world. If Ying Shou can fulfill the wish of my Mo family, what can we do by assisting him?"

Mo Nian shook his head and smiled, and while speaking, looked into the void.

This night, the moon was dark and the stars were shining. Between the sky and the earth, it was extremely dark. Only the torches in all directions could bring a ray of light.

Outside the city, in a deep mountain, all the Taoist disciples were arranged here.

As the leader of Taoism this time, Xuan Tongzi also ambushed here.

On a branch of a tree, Xuantongzi was standing there. Suddenly, his ear moved slightly. He turned his head and saw a woman in a fine attire, followed by hundreds of people, coming quickly. .

"Jin Niang!"

Xuantongzi's heart trembled, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he cried out in a low voice.

The woman's name was Jinniang, she was about [-] years old, fair and beautiful, she seemed to hear his voice, looked up, smiled, and said: "Why, didn't you expect me to come? I should call you Xuan Tongzi, or..."

Xuan Tongzi frowned slightly, and said, "You can just call me Xuan Tongzi. There is going to be a big battle here. Why don't you stay in the old place of Wei State and eat?"

Jinniang laughed lightly when she heard the words: "Hahaha, is it possible that in this world, you men can only charge forward? I once said that if you die, I will never get through it. I don't know how big you are in this battle." Are you sure you can survive?"

Xuantongzi's heart moved, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly, and said, "No...so, you are here to die?"

Jin Niang nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, I'm here to die. In this life, I'm in business and you are in Taoism. Why can't we go the same way in life, but we must go together in death."

"Don't worry, I have already delivered everything to Daqin. I have nothing to worry about in this battle. This time, I don't think you will run away again, right?"

(End of this chapter)