Reborn Daqin, I am the emperor

The heart-piercing, almost maniacal laughter attracted the attention of everyone within a few miles.

"Cut it off for me..."

Han Xinxin felt like a knife being twisted, and he was so anxious that he almost spat out a big mouthful of blood.

It has to be said that he was really disgusted by Tu Mingjun.

A provocation in exchange for his life made Han Xin almost crazy.

Following Han Xin's order, the blood suddenly appeared, and Tu Mingjun's head rolled to the ground, completely getting rid of the pain on his body.

At the same time, the disgusting words completely disappeared from Han Xin's ears.

It's just that the voice that disappeared from the ear can really be erased from the heart?

Han Xin only felt that the world was spinning for a while. The so-called man's calculation is not as good as the sky's calculation. He calculated the whole southwest.

He even counted Daqin, and even the Xiongnu and Donghu countries who went north of Daqin into his life plan.

But he didn't expect that the remaining countries in the southwest would do such a thing that would rather be broken than destroyed.

This is the real way to hurt the enemy one hundred times and hurt yourself eight thousand!

His plan could not continue to be implemented, but the countries were completely shattered and ceased to exist as soon as they fell into the arms of Daqin.

None of these eight countries benefited, and he, Han Xin, also gained nothing.

On the contrary, it was Da Qin who sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight, and finally reaped the half of the cake that Han Xin didn't have time to take.

The real beneficiary is only Qin Guo, and only Ying Shou, who he regards as his lifelong enemy.

"marshal!"

Seeing Han Xin's swaying body, as if he was about to faint at any moment, Weng Lixin and Zhu Baotong hurried forward to help Han Xin.

They had never seen Han Xin like this, as if he had been hit by the sky.

Even though he was reduced to a farming slave and was whipped in the Southern Territory of Great Qin, Han Xin was still full of vigor and dared to talk about the world, like a small strong who could never be beaten to death or trampled on.

But now, such a hero has been hit to such an extent that it is conceivable that Han Xin has no time to react to the response of the Southwest countries this time.What he received was no longer a blow, but a world shattered.

"I'm fine..."

Han Xin slowly closed his eyes, tears streaming down his eyes, and looked towards the void, eyes full of hatred.

"God, do you think that I, Han Xin, can't beat me like this? How can I be inferior to others? I have the talents of the world, why do you insist on suppressing me?"

"There was Xiang Yu first, and then Ying Shou. Now, I don't rely on anyone, but you deprive me of everything. Why do you have it?"

"Hehe, do you think that you can suppress me, Han Xin? He Ying Shou calls himself the Son of Heaven. Today, I, Han Xin, will tell you that I, Han Xin, want to be above the heavens!"

"It is said that heaven is merciful. Today, I will let you know what kind of extinction disaster you will bring to this world!"

"He, Ying Shou, claims to be the Son of Heaven, and he, the State of Qin, claims to be the Dynasty of Heaven. From today on, we, Han Xin, vow to fight against the sky and destroy the sky and our feet!"

"Well……"

Amidst the roaring sounds, Han Xin couldn't hold back his anger and blood after all, his eyes were red, a muffled groan came out from the depths of his throat, a big mouthful of blood spewed out, and his whole body went directly to the sky.

"marshal……"

Seeing this scene, everyone around was shocked and turned pale. They hugged Han Xin quickly, but found that Han Xin couldn't bear the humiliation in his heart after all, and was so angry that he passed out.

"Report to Marshal, Your Majesty sent someone here, saying that he would bring food from the barracks to relieve the disaster!"

At this moment, one wave of unrest followed another, and a messenger rushed over and reported loudly.

"Get out... whoever he is, let him get out, or kill me if he doesn't get out!"

Zhu Baotong's temper was relatively irritable, he raised his head suddenly, and roared heart-piercingly at the orderly.

"Yes……"

The messenger hurriedly responded, turned around with horror on his face.

On the side, Weng Lixin raised his head and looked at the direction the messenger was leaving. He seemed to want to stop him, but he raised his hand and chose to keep silent.

This day was a day of hard blows for Han Xin, and it was also a day of hard blows for Han Xin's army.

First, there were casualties of more than 14 troops, of which [-] died.Then came Tu Mingjun's provocation, which already made Han Xin and his generals furious.

As usual, or when Han Xin was still in charge, no matter how outrageous things King Yelang proposed, even if he didn't want to, he would endure the blood in his heart and agree.

He, Han Xin, can be desperate, can make the world chaotic, and the people are in dire straits.But he knows that everyone has a bottom line.

Now, King Yelang is the bottom line, even if it is him, he must not touch the bottom line for the time being.

Once touched, they will die together, so he can ignore King Yelang in every way, but he dare not really fight to the death with King Yelang.

This is not a sane thought.

As the saying goes, good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil.

Han Xin has his own ideas and actions, but King Yelang is not idle either. He also has his own plans and practices.

Today's Han Xin, in terms of power, completely manipulates King Yelang, and puts King Yelang above him, and the general will die.

King Yelang is in the center of power, and he is no longer able to defeat Han Xin.But he also has his own advantages. Relying on his own advantages, he does not interfere with what Han Xin does, but he also kills General Han Xin.

It was as if the two were holding a sword and aiming at each other's throat.

Han Xin fought frantically, supported war with war, plundered everywhere, and after all, the more he fought, the stronger he became.

Unlike King Yelang, Han Xin is strengthening his own strength, while he is strengthening his trump card.

Han Xin is constantly building up his family business, while the Wild Wolf King is going crazy.

The final result is that in order to strengthen the family business, Han Xin can only fight more crazily, plunder crazily, and make up for everything that King Yelang lacked.

And the more Han Xin plundered, the more suffering and need for all living beings in the Southwest.At this time, King Yelang made more generous moves, and the faster he lost.

If Han Xin didn't act, his family fortune could defeat King Yelang in an instant, not to mention marching and fighting, he couldn't even support the troops under his own hands, so he could only continue to plunder.

Such reincarnation repeated, Han Xin's army gathered stronger and stronger, and King Yelang, as the king of the country that initiated the war, although his charity would not make the suffering beings grateful to him, it was not really unmoved.

Not much to say, as long as one person spreads rumors, saying that Han Xin has already emptied his rights as King Yelang, violated his will, conquered the world, and harmed all beings. Uprising king.

Similarly, if King Yelang died under Han Xin's hand at this time, people in the world would never end with him.

This cycle of reincarnation continues to intensify, and the final result is that Han Xin and King Yelang are like Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish, they can only maintain a balance, and no one can do anything to the other.

Chapter 723 Confucian Hero

The current situation in Yelang Kingdom is that King Yelang dare not take action at will, because Han Xin can kill him at any time.

Similarly, Han Xin did not dare to make a move, because King Yelang's layout could make him lose everything, even his life, at any time.

If Han Xin was awake at this moment, he would never give the order to kill the envoy.

But Zhu Baotong couldn't empathize with his situation, and neither could Weng Lixin, so Zhu Baotong gave the order, but Weng Lixin hesitated for a while, but didn't stop him.

In this way, the balance that has been maintained will eventually be broken under Zhu Baotong's order.

Outside the camp, a figure stood quietly.

He has long hair and a crown, wearing a white Confucian robe, with one hand behind his back and a roll of bamboo slips in the other, he is fascinated by it.

"Confucianism, etiquette!"

"Rites, respect to heaven, earth, ruler, relatives and teachers!"

"To the heaven and the earth is respect, to the king is loyalty, to parents is filial piety, to teachers is courtesy, to friends is righteousness!"

"Whoever disrespects the heaven and earth, who is not loyal to the king, who is not filial to his parents, who is disrespectful to his teacher, and who is not a righteous friend, is a villain who is disloyal, disfilial, disrespectful, righteous and respectful!"

"The villain will be punished by heaven and earth, destroyed by kings, loved by parents, teachers and friends, and even abandoned by the world!"

Seeing the happy place, the man couldn't help singing loudly, with a look of enjoyment.

It seems that what is in his hands is not a book, but delicious food from all over the world, countless gold, and beautiful women like jade.

He is a Confucian, a scholar, a real scholar.

He loves books, he likes reading, he likes the rules in the book, the order in the book.

What he was reading at this moment was a very straightforward book, written by a child himself.

That child is his student, and he is still studying at Daqin Jixia Academy, and he did not come to the southwest with him.

The books written by the child are very straightforward, even a little childish, but it is this childishness that really makes him like it differently.

So much so that now he rushed to the southwest to complete the emperor's order, he couldn't take the child with him, but he still took this bamboo slip with him.

From the very beginning, he knew that whether he could return to Daqin after rushing to the southwest this time was already unknown, so he made a choice. If he took a funeral with him before he died, he would like to take this bamboo slip as a funeral .

"Hehe, Yan'er, you are a gift from heaven to my teacher, and you are the continuation of my life."

"Today, I read your book again as a teacher. I love this book once again for my teacher!"

"After today, I can no longer teach you as a teacher. I hope you can always remember the content of this bamboo slip and follow it for the rest of your life. Don't forget your original heart!"

The man put away the bamboo slips, put them in his arms, and stroked them tenderly.

With a faint smile on his face, he regarded death as home, and moved forward without hesitation.

He is a master of Confucianism, he would rather be defeated than surrendered, adhering to the Confucianism, loyal to the king, filial to his parents, and repaying his family and country.

When he was ordered to come to the Southwest, his life and death were unpredictable, and when he rushed to Han Xin's barracks, he had already issued an order to die for himself.

Today, he may not die, but this trip will be in vain.

The Southwestern world has reached extremes, and it's time to break the balance.And his life is the first step for soldiers to break the balance.

After taking this step, Daqin will have the opportunity to break through the threat from the southwest, and then have the opportunity to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

It is said that every time a dog is slaughtered with a sense of righteousness, most of them are scholars with a negative heart.

But in fact, a real scholar will always straighten his spine and face the world proudly.

Those who are unwilling are just those who seek benefits in the name of studying.In the eyes of a real scholar, apart from benevolence, righteousness and morality in the book, how can he tolerate any fame, wealth or filth?

Real scholars, they can give their lives for the loyalty, benevolence and filial piety in the book, without asking for anything in return.Because the book is their belief, the book is their truth.

Just like ordinary religious believers who can sacrifice their lives for the God in their hearts and think that they can return to the embrace of God, this is the real scholar.

Now, he came here to sacrifice his life for his loyalty, to seek greater development for his country, and to seek greater well-being for the people of the country.

He stretched out his hands to straighten his hairstyle, and then straightened his clothes.

He hadn't worn a Confucian uniform for a long time when he came to this southwest, but before he died today, he put on the Confucian uniform again and tidied his hair crown.

As the saying goes, the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the appearance cannot be destroyed. This is also a Confucian ritual.

Facing people with the best appearance is the greatest respect for people.Facing death with the best appearance is the last gift to death.

When he was finishing his appearance, a figure came quickly from the camp and shouted coldly: "The general has an order, no matter who comes, get out immediately, if you dare not follow, you will be killed without mercy!"

The Confucian man smiled slightly, took two steps forward, and said: "Oh, your marshal seems to be from the Central Plains, isn't he so rude?"

"Because your majesty sent a servant, do you know that today, if you are rude to your majesty, you are being rude to your majesty? responsible?"

While speaking, the Confucian man smiled even more, but his words were filled with a sense of grandeur, his words were plausible, and his voice was like thunder, which made the followers of Han Xin who came from the southern border of the Great Qin stunned for a while.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you tell me to go away, just go away. Where did you talk so much nonsense?"

The messenger was stunned for a while, then reacted, flew into a rage, and pointed at the Confucian man's nose and cursed.

"Hehe, if I leave, what can you do?"

Confucian Xia narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly.

"court death……"

The messenger's voice was cold, and he shouted: "The general has an order. If this person dares to trespass in the barracks, he will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as the words fell, someone on the guard posts on both sides drew a bow and set up an arrow, aiming at the Confucian man.

Seeing this, the Confucian man shook his head slightly, and said with a smile, "Okay...okay...then I'm going to see today, are you listening to the so-called general's order, or the king's order!"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of Yelang Wangling, held it in his hand, and walked towards the barracks step by step, completely ignoring all the threats around him.

"Okay, since you're looking for death, I'll fulfill you!"