Qin Dynasty Novelist

An hour is waiting for them.

An hour later, the Qin army failed to break through the city directly, and there may be hope for South Korea!

If you break the city, everything will stop!

boom!boom!boom!

While waiting, an hour seemed to pass quickly, and with the roaring sound coming from the east gate of Xinzheng, the entire land of Xinzheng was shaken.

"Marquis Wu Zhen, there have long been rumors that the power of fierce fire and oil is overbearing and extraordinary. Looking at it today, it is indeed so."

The chariots of the trench pressed up, the crossbowmen pressed the formation, the siege cloud chariot stepped forward, and hundreds of soldiers moved the four gates together, standing outside the east gate of Xinzheng, watching the bright flames bursting out of the city gate at this moment, despite the distance Far away, a trace of aftermath of energy can still be felt.

"Fierce fire oil is now available in Zhuxia in Longxi of Qin State, Liaodong of Yan State, and Baiyue in the south of Lingnan. However, as far as this Marquis knows, Yan State has not sold it."

"Although the city is solid, it is a city that has been around for hundreds of years."

Xinzheng was the original capital of Zheng State, and it had been passed down for hundreds of years in Zheng State's era. More than a hundred years ago, after South Korea destroyed Zheng, the capital was moved here, although it has been strengthened now.

It's just a frail old man wearing a new suit, which is useless.

"With one blow, there are already cracks in the city wall."

The force of the fierce fire just now burst out with surging force, the ground trembled, and the city wall shook obviously. Not surprisingly, the inside of the wall has been damaged, and the city wall collapsed with just a slight push.

Hearing this, Zhou Xiangyang waved his hand and looked at Ye Teng.

Immediately, a large siege engine pushed forward, and hundreds of people worked together, with arrows all over the sky pressing down on the formation, carrying shields on their backs, staring at all kinds of kerosene, stones and other objects falling from the city wall, and slammed into the city gate abruptly.

With the domineering power of the previous fierce fire oil, it was another blow.

Suddenly, the entire thick city gate of Gundam was shattered into pieces.

Xinzheng East Gate fell.

"Well, Marquis Wu Zhen, is it Han Fei, the son of South Korea?"

The city gate does not exist, and the victory over Han has been announced. The three armies are about to move together, but they see a bronze chariot slowly coming out of the city gate. symbol of the time.

Ye Teng looked over and looked at Marquis Wu Zhen.

"Let him come near."

With one order, the three armies stopped.

Before the chaotic city gate battlefield, a road enough for the bronze carts to pass was automatically reserved. However, all the crossbowmen were still pressing the formation, led by horses and horses, behind half a stick of incense, and in front of Zhou Qing and others.

"Mr. Han Fei, you... made a very unwise decision!"

When Han Fei was last year, he left a letter of resignation from the Xianyang Central Academy and left.

Regarding this matter, Brother Wang didn't say much, neither did the government and the public, and Zhou Qing didn't say much either. He did what he had to do, but he... still wanted to find his own death.

"This is a fine French wine collected in Korea. Please taste it, Marquis Wuzhen."

The purple-clothed bronze chariot was handsome and elegant, with streams of tranquility spreading all over its body. Facing the more than [-] Qin army in front of it, without any fear, it put down the reins in its hand, bent down and took out a jar of old wine from the chariot.

He took out two bowls and dishes from the car, unsealed them, and the scent of wine filled the air. Holding the altar in one hand and the bowls and dishes in the other, he poured out a bowl and faced Zhou Qing.

"Fix what you want."

With a wave of his hand, an invisible force spread, and the glass of wine in Han Fei's hand flew into his hand smoothly, and he sniffed it lightly. It was indeed not an ordinary wine.

"Han Fei entered the Qin Dynasty and won the favor of Marquis Wu Zhen, so the disaster will not add to him, please!"

As soon as he said a word, he held the wine cup in both hands and drank it all in one gulp. Zhou Qing did the same.

Afterwards, at the beginning of the year, a bouquet of fine wine burst out and fell into the cup.

"Han Fei entered the Qin Dynasty, and he was favored by the King of Qin. He wanted to practice the law. This is Han Fei's luck. Although it is difficult to say, the King of Qin never underestimated him. This is an act of a friend, please!"

Pour another cup.

Looking towards Zhou Qing, he drank it all in one gulp.

The same is true for Zhou Qing.

After a few breaths, refill again.

"Being mindful of no second thoughts, doing business without regard to selfishness, Han Fei is not as good as Shang Jun!"

"Shang Jun's morality is to protect the law and study! Han Fei's morality is to preserve Han and immortality!"

"Han Fei is different from Shang Jun, and the difference between Mount Tai and the soil is also shameful!"

"Having the knowledge of Dao, without the heart of the world, Han Fei stands in the world without face!"

Han Fei, a great legalist, was still unable to defeat Han Fei, who honored the royal blood.

This point, maybe I knew it from the very beginning, and I have already realized that I can't overcome the innate ethnic identity. As long as I am still alive, I am destined to live forever.

Han Fei admired himself, but...he also loathed himself. Han Fei who was a scholar, and Han Fei who succumbed to the royal blood, what was the value of Han Fei like that?

One Han Fei couldn't melt another Han Fei, how could it be destroyed, so that the theory remained in the world, and the soul was buried together, and the picture seen in the Nilin Sword in the past was tumbling in his mind.

He is still dead after all.

One word and one drink.