Chapter 573 Can Da Qin still have that madness? Xianyang monkey Qin is crazy
Neither Jiangbin nor Yuchi Sengwubo expected the Qin people to have such a determined attitude.
They looked at the head that rolled down the city with pity on their faces. Judging from the bun, it was indeed Zhang San's.
But no one dared to go and pick it up. After all, Da Qin's strong crossbows were not for nothing.
The war is still going on, and the broken gaps around Loulan Royal City have been blocked by rocks and rolling logs.
Black smoke rose into the sky, it was burning corpses.
The Western Region Allied Forces attacked the city this time, resulting in more than 18,000 casualties, but now their success fell short.
King Jiangbin of Qiuci was silent for a long time and said slowly:
"What should I do next?"
King Yuchi of Khotan, Monk Wubo, thought for a while and said seriously:
"I think Zhang San's words are credible. Otherwise, Hu Hai wouldn't have taken off his head."
Jiangbin nodded with a heavy face and said:
"That's the truth. Now we are mobilizing all the elites in the country here and besieging Loulan Royal City with an army of 300,000!
Waiting for work at leisure, when Qin Feng's 280,000 troops arrive, they will be defeated in one fell swoop!"
"good!"
Although Yuchi Monk Wubo responded, his face was still a little ugly and he said:
"With the same strength of troops, I'm afraid it's still difficult to win.
Otherwise, let's go and persuade Wusun, Kangju, and Dayuezhi to send troops.
All three of them have more than 100,000 soldiers in armor. If they are willing to come, then with an army of 600,000 to fight the Qin army, the chance of victory will be higher."
It's okay not to mention it. When he mentioned this, Jiang Bin immediately whipped his horse whip angrily and said:
"The Da Yueshi were frightened by the Qin people a long time ago. After being expelled from the grassland, they lived in the west.
Some time ago, I sent an envoy to invite King Dayuezhi to join the coalition to fight against Qin.
As a result, just by hearing Qin Feng's name, he was so frightened that he sweated profusely, his legs trembled, and he didn't dare to speak! Junqu Pavilion
Waste, simply waste!"
Yuchi Monk Wubo couldn't help but sigh.
Even though he knew that Qin Feng didn't know how to fight and was at odds with Ying Zheng.
But it is undeniable that Da Qin is indeed a powerful country.
So much so that the three great powers in the Western Regions, Kangju, Wusun, and Dayuezhi, were so frightened that they did not dare to become enemies with them!"
Jiang Bin held the riding crop in his hand and tapped the ground gently. His face was as gloomy as water, and he said sadly:
"If that's the case, then find someone to pretend to be the envoy of the Qin Dynasty, and then die in their country.
This is the only way to force them to send troops!"
Yuchi Monk Wubo's eyes suddenly lit up and he praised:
"Good attention, I'll make arrangements now!"
"It's indeed a good idea."
Hu Hai looked at Zhang San, who was lying on the rocking chair with his legs crossed, and his face looked better:
"I didn't expect you to be quite courageous. In the past, I always thought that you were a weakling with no oooo, and that you and Zhao Ji were sisters."
Zhang San suddenly darkened his face, rolled his eyes and said:
"How the hell do you know how to praise others? If you don't know how to praise others, just shut up!"
Hu Hai snorted lightly and rarely spoke back.
Because Zhang San really risked his life to give the people of Loulan City a glimmer of hope.
Presumably according to the thinking of the Western Region Allied Forces, they cannot think clearly about the twists and turns.
In order to act more realistically, Zhang San also hid in the cellar and tried not to see anyone.
If this is the case, the Western Region Allied Forces will inevitably postpone their offensive.
He even listened to Zhang San's words and really made trouble to gather around and support him.
It should have been March in spring, and the willows were lingering outside Xianyang City.
But for the land of the Western Region, there is a huge temperature difference between day and night.
It's extremely hot during the day and freezing at night.
Hiding in the cellar is a comfortable choice. It can be said that it is warm in winter and cool in summer.
And Zhang San had obviously planned it for a long time. This place was more like an underground fortress than a cellar.
There are three rooms and one living room, with all kinds of food and servants.
The supplies inside are enough to last for a month without the entrance being discovered.
Hu Hai didn't see anyone outside. He sat down on the chair, grabbed a piece of cantaloupe and gnawed it. The juice overflowed from the food, and he said vaguely:
"Although the offensive of the Western Region Allied Forces has been temporarily suspended, we are still not optimistic after all.
If you don’t see me, surround Wei and rescue Zhao Hu!”
Zhang San yawned and lazily shrank into the pile of furs.
This day's performance almost drained all his energy.
If anything went wrong, it would cost him his life. The high level of mental stress made him suffer endlessly.
However, the book "Postpartum Care of Sows" given to him by Boss Qin described in detail the basic qualities of actors, so he persisted.
Zhang San waved his hand and asked an exotic singer to come closer. He gently lifted his head, put it into his chest, and kneaded it gently, which made him feel much more comfortable.
"Surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao? Do you think Qin Feng is Pang Juan? Are these bastards from the Western Region Alliance Army Sun Bin?"
"That makes sense... hmm? What did you say? What kind of wind?"
Hu Hai was eating melons, happily enjoying a rare peaceful time.
But suddenly he heard a name in Zhang San's mouth!
A name that always appears in my nightmares!
Zhang San gave him a strange look and said:
"Can Da Qin still be that crazy? Xianyang Monkey Qin is so crazy!"
"hiss!"
Hu Hai couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes widened, and he said with disbelief:
"No! Didn't you say that the coach is my father?
I thought I could finally see my father, and I thought I was qualified to admit my mistake!"
Zhang San yawned, touched the little hand of Kucha Dancer, rolled his eyes, and said impatiently:
"What nonsense are you talking about here? In the past few years, when His Majesty has been in command on expeditions, has his deputy been Qin Feng?"
Yes, every time my father goes to war, his deputy commander is Qin Feng.
These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, hitting Hu Hai hard on the chest, making him turn red for a moment and making it difficult to breathe.
He looked at Hu Hai with a sluggish expression on his face, swaying, and looking like he was about to fall down at any moment.
Zhang San couldn't help but sigh, and persuaded with earnest words:
"Don't worry, the Prime Minister has been the Prime Minister for so many years, and he will definitely cultivate his moral integrity.
Do you think he will still be as aggressive as he was before?
Definitely not! He now has the burden of being the idol of the Iron-blooded Prime Minister of Great Qin!"
Hearing this, Hu Hai nodded slowly and stopped trembling.
What Zhang San said does make sense. Who doesn’t have a better temper as he gets older?
Moreover, after serving as the Prime Minister of Great Qin for so many years, I have never heard of any official being sent to the palace?
Doesn’t this mean that Crazy Brother is not as crazy as before?
Thinking of this, Hu Hai took a few deep breaths, stood up, and staggered out.
Zhang San asked strangely:
"What are you doing? You haven't finished eating the melon yet?"
Hu Hai said without looking back:
"Have a good meal! Go to the gym!"
"Fitness? Do you want to challenge Qin Feng to a duel?"
"No, working out will make me more resistant to beatings!"
