Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

He understood that if the night attack was successful, there would not be such a loud noise.He has never been on the battlefield, but he also understands that it is the sound of two armies fighting.

This can only show one thing, Qin Jun has been prepared, and they have been ambushed by Qin Jun.

The sound of horseshoes and footsteps could be heard in the distance of the street. From what Han Cheng could see, it was a pair of black-armored soldiers of about a thousand people, led by a general in white.

It is rare to see generals dressed in white in battle.

Han Cheng looked at Qin Jun standing in front of the street, but his expression gradually calmed down, and he laughed for a long time: "Haha."

The old minister standing beside Han Cheng's face was pale, and he nearly fell off his horse with a sway, and he almost stabilized his body and looked at Han Cheng beside him.

He can die, he can die anywhere, but Han Wang's clan can't.

Looking at the surrounding doors, he shouted: "A group of people, escort the young master to leave! The rest of the people follow the old man to stop the Qin army!"

"Yes!" A group of people were about to step forward, but Han Cheng raised his hand.

"Sir, no need." Han Cheng rode on the horse with a solemn expression.

When the Qin State besieged the city, he fled, and his brother fell into the city to protect the Korean royal family.When the Qin people entered the customs, he also escaped, standing in front of the Qin people, bowing and bowing, begging for justice.When the Qin people imprisoned the former South Korean minister who refused to surrender, he also escaped, standing aside and not daring to make a sound.

This time, he really didn't want to run away.

"Cheng doesn't have to go." Han Cheng frowned, holding his sword.

"My lord." The veteran looked at Han Cheng's appearance and said eagerly.

"Sir!" Han Cheng interrupted him and shouted, "Become the royal family of the King of Han! Chengdu is gone, tell the soldiers how to fight!"

The old minister was speechless. He seemed to see the shadow of King Han in Han Cheng's body.

Han Cheng raised the sword in his hand and faced the person facing him from a distance. The sword in his hand seemed to be trembling. He was very afraid, but he still held up the sword and shouted: "Come on, general name!"

"Falling Army." The voice replied lightly.

"Heh." Han Chengqiang smiled a little: "Will it be possible to make a war, but I have heard of your reputation."

"The army of death."

"Come on." Han Cheng said in a low voice, and all the doormen behind him raised their swords.

The horse's hooves were raised, and the black armored army rushed forward with the white robe, Han Cheng smiled.

Come on, troubled times.

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The Korean clan Han Cheng led Jiugui to rebel, and then all parts of Korea responded and raised their flags.

However, the rebellion came suddenly and went quickly. The troops of Han Cheng, the clan king of Japan and Han, were suppressed by the Qin army, and Han Cheng died.The Qin army seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and the rising troops in various parts of South Korea were defeated one after another, and they could not be calmed down after all.At the same time, Han Cheng's mansion was searched for a copy of the summoning bamboo book, which implicated most of the former Korean ministers.

For a while, the old people in South Korea were either exiled and fled or were arrested by the Qin army.

Sitting in front of the table, Gu Nan looked at the slips that had just been sent from the Qin State, on which were written the details of allotment of land to the people of Xinzheng.

According to Qin's method of bestowing fields with military merits, it is definitely no longer applicable, so the new land grant order that Gu Nantong reported in the paper has now come to fruition.

The envoy Teng sat beside Gu Nan and asked, "Lang Ling, what's the matter?"

Gu Nan put down the slip of paper and looked at the veteran beside him with a smile: "There is already a detailed statement. The farmland is distributed, and the farmland is awarded to one household. The rest of the income will be returned to the country, and the meritorious people will be awarded later."

While talking, she closed the letter slip: "The grain left by Han Jiujue will be distributed to the people, and it has been harvested in winter."

Hearing this, the envoy Teng chuckled, and his old voice was quite emotional.

"Your Majesty's handwriting is so generous, such a gift is equivalent to giving more than half of the land of Xinzheng to the people of Han."

"It's not Xinzheng, but South Korea, and after that, it will be this world."

Gu Nan said with a light smile, picked up a bamboo slip from his side, and prepared to start the order tomorrow.

The envoy Teng looked outside the hall, and the sky outside was just right.

He is also close to his twilight years, and he has gone through more than half a hundred years.

The exile in the world is vivid in his memory. On the day when he joined the army as a teenager, someone from his family came to see him off and handed him a pack of blackened steamed cakes, which was more than half of the family's surplus food.

Those years are really hard to think about living, and you can often see frozen bones that starved to death on the road.

Allotment of fields to private households.

The veteran didn't know where to look.

"What would it be like if there were no homeless people, hunger and cold?"

He asked, Gu Nan heard his voice and raised his head, following his gaze, it was the rare warm sun in autumn.

Touching his beard, the veteran raised his brows, raised the wrinkles on his forehead together, and looked away: "I don't know if the old man can still see it."

"It should be." Gu Nan paused, lowered his head and wrote the draft book: "It won't be long."

Chapter 222: Why?

Wei Zhuang passed by the corridor, but saw that the lights in a room were still on, it was already late at night.

Standing in front of the door, Wei Zhuang was silent for a moment, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Bump."

"Come in." A voice sounded sleepy from the room.

With a soft sound, the door was slowly pushed open, Wei Zhuang stood by the door and looked into the room.

The oil lamp was on on the table case, but the man in the white robe hadn't fallen asleep yet, but bent over the table case and wrote something.

Gu Nan turned around, only to find Wei Zhuang standing by the door with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Xiao Zhuang?"

He smiled, turned around and continued to write the book in his hand: "What are you doing here?"

Wei Zhuang stood there, and the lights cast a shadow on the figure in front of the table, shining on the ground: "Senior Sister, it's already very late."

"Yeah." Gu Nan nodded in response, and then heard Wei Zhuang's meaning, raised his head and smiled at him: "I don't need to rest yet, you go first."

"Yeah." Wei Zhuang glanced at the table in front of Gu Nan, it should be an order notice.

Without saying anything more, he closed the door gently.

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