My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?

During the Jiagu meeting, Qi Jinggong took the opportunity to invite singing and dancing to summon soldiers and horses, intending to kill Lu Dinggong.

With old things in mind, who wouldn’t be wary of the words ‘please sing and dance’?

Accompanying Ying Chengyu's words, the sound of war drums actually sounded in the front yard!

"Boom! Boom!"

Hearing the rumbling drums, the generals were immediately alert. Liu An even pressed his right thumb against the sword grid, pushed the long sword out a little, and held the scabbard with his left hand.

They didn't know how much preparation Ying Chengyu had made, let alone how many people would rush in later. Saving those few seconds of drawing the sword could save a life!

Only Fan Yuqi looked at Ying Chengyu with confusion.

Fan Yuqi originally thought that Ying Chengyu would poison the food and wine, so he specially ordered Liu An to taste all the food and wine before everyone else.

But both Liu An's reaction and Fan Yuqi's own body sensations can prove that Ying Chengyu was not poisoned.

Why don't you poison the food and wine in advance and just turn over the table?

How dare you!

Without giving Fan Yuqi a chance to think, the door to the main hall was suddenly opened.

"Crickets are in the hall, and the years are getting better~~"

A brisk female singing voice passed through the door into the main hall.

At the same time, Liu An used his left hand to throw the scabbard in the direction of Ying Chengyu. At the same time, he drew his sword and shouted angrily:

"kill!"

"Ah!!! Killing!!!"

The screams from dozens of women were almost piercing Liu An's eardrums!

Liu An turned around subconsciously and saw three tall women just walking into the hall, and behind them, there were dozens of women in thin clothes.

"This, this, what, how can it be a woman?!"

Everyone in Liu An was dumbfounded.

No matter how tough Liu An's words are, he can't say that these women with tall figures and crystal-clear skin dressed in gauze are skilled swordsmen!

Ying Chengyu turned his head to avoid the thrown scabbard, stood up with a surprised look on his face, and asked in disbelief:

"Liu Lieutenant, what are you doing!"

Liu An turned his head to look at Ying Chengyu in confusion, not knowing how to explain it.

In the silence, Ying Chengyu asked tentatively: "Liu Duwei is so vigilant. Is it because he is worried that I will do the old thing of Jiagu meeting?"

Liu An hesitated and didn't know how to explain, while Fan Yuqi frowned and gently pulled out a section of the sword blade.

He didn't want to bear the responsibility of killing the general, but if Ying Chengyu wanted to fall out over this, then there was nothing he, Fan Yuqi, could do.

All I can say is that time is destiny!

Ying Chengyu laughed at himself: "It seems that I guessed it right, but why am I so jealous of the generals?"

"Generals, why should I kill you?"

"I have no experience in military affairs, and I have no troops. After I kill you, who can replace you?"

"Do I, the general, want to command all the soldiers in the army to die by myself?"

"If I don't want to fight anymore, it would be easier, just withdraw the troops and return to the court!"

"Why bother fighting with the generals?"

Fan Yuqi couldn't help but fall into deep doubts. Could it be that Ying Chengzhen couldn't see the crisis he was facing?

With such a good opportunity today, he really doesn't plan to take action?

But then Fan Yuqi breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be best for Ying Chengyu not to take action, because he doesn't want to take action either!

After several hesitations, Fan Yuqi finally shook his head imperceptibly.

The generals immediately took back their swords, and Liu An even threw the sword to the ground, knelt down on one knee and handed it over, sincerely explaining:

"The general never meant this!"

"The general just wants to perform a sword dance to cheer up the general!"

Ying Chengyu asked hesitantly: "Really?"

Liu An lowered his head, covered his wandering eyes, and shouted in a deep voice: "Sure enough!"

At this moment, a burst of shouts of killing broke out in the side courtyard:

"I heard the general's cry of killing. It must be Lord Chang'an who has killed him!"

"Protect the general!"

"You really are villains, kill them!"

Liu An's head hung lower, and the toes in his boots wanted to dig out strips and sew them on the spot so that he could get in.

He just finished saying that he was preparing for a sword dance, and he didn't have the slightest intention to fight.

As a result, the soldiers rose up and revolted?

Is there any faster slap in the face than this?

Fortunately, Fan Yuqi smiled and smoothed things over: "Captain Liu, if you are a reckless man, you should stop thinking about being arty."

"First it scared the girls, then it scared the soldiers, and it even offended the general."

"The banquet that the general carefully prepared for us was turned into a mess by you. You, what do you want me to say about you?"

Liu An quickly got off the donkey along the slope and decisively admitted his mistake: "The general is guilty. I beg the general to punish him!"

Ying Chengqiao smiled and waved his hand: "No problem, Captain Liu has good intentions, what's the crime?"

"It's just that I have to ask Lieutenant Liu to go and appease the soldiers first, so as not to do anything unbearable."

Liu An breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly raised his hands and saluted: "Thank you, General!"

Liu An was left to calm down the soldiers, and Ying Chengyu shouted to the musicians and dancers: "It's just a small misunderstanding. How can I be mistaken for drinking and having fun with other generals?"

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

The sound of drums and harps came again, and although the dancers were frightened, they hurriedly danced to the rhythm of the music.

…

While the senior generals in the army were enjoying the food, wine and dancing girls.

The lower-level soldiers in the army were also 'enjoying' their dinner.

Su Jiao, who had just joined the army on his first day, held a wooden bowl and swallowed the millet in his mouth with a twisted expression.

Millet is millet that has not been shelled.

Not only are millet husks almost devoid of nutrients, they are also quite hard and difficult to swallow.

Every time he took a mouthful of millet rice, Su Jiao felt like some pebbles were pricking his throat.

For Su Jiao, he was not eating at all, he was being tortured!

Upon seeing this, Pao Ze pointed out with a smile: "Don't just serve millet, you can also make some millet soup."

"Every time you swallow the millet soup in your mouth, and then swallow it all at once, it will be much easier to eat."

Su Jiao hurriedly followed Pao Ze's instructions to eat, and then he exclaimed in surprise: "It really doesn't hurt that much anymore!"

Pao Ze continued to share: "When I eat, I like to pour the sauce directly into the corn and mix it well. It feels more delicious."

Su Jiao also quickly poured the sauce into the bowl and stirred it evenly. After taking another bite, his eyes lit up: "It's delicious!"

"Eating like this is really much better than eating corn rice!"

"Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

Pao Ze was happy: "We are all in the same team as Pao Ze, and we will depend on each other for life and death in the future. How much can you thank me for this small thing?"

Su Jiao smiled naively. Being in a completely unfamiliar environment, the kindness from Pao Ze made Su Jiao subconsciously want to get closer. He asked without saying anything: "The meals in the Great Qin Army are only one pound of corn and one spoon." Sauce?"

"This is too unpalatable!"

Before Pao Ze could answer, another person not far away asked a similar question.

"Is this the Qin army's food?"

"A pound of corn and a spoonful of sauce and you're going to send me away?"

The mourner held a bowl in his hand and glared at the surroundings:

"My dear fellows, the Qin State will just break into our home and force us to join the army."

"But they don't even want to give military pay to my waiting family, and they don't even want to give me a big sum of money!"

"In order to prevent my family from being implicated, I endured it, but what is the result of enduring and giving in?"

"It was Qin Jun who gave us this brown rice!"

The mourner pointed in the direction of the army and shouted angrily:

"I saw with my own eyes that those soldiers in Xianyang ate only pounded rice. Why should we be fed unpounded millet?"

"Just because they are from Xianyang and we are from Shangdang?"

"In my opinion, this military commander just looks down on us Shangdang people!"