The battle with the steppe wolves was extremely dangerous, and the border guard army, under the command of Xing Mengtian, the first general of the Qin Dynasty, was unable to gain any advantage from the enemy.
When the war situation reached a stalemate, His Majesty the Second Emperor sent envoys to the front line to reward the three armies.
The best meat was distributed, and the kitchens of each camp were cooked with a strong aroma; shiny new coins fell into the hands of the soldiers, and the whole camp was filled with a warm atmosphere.
In addition, those fine wines that can only be enjoyed after the war is won have aroused the greed of the border guards.
Under this joyful scene, the conspiracy gradually emerged.
The night was deep and it was past midnight.
As the envoy of Xianyang, Feng Jie still hadn't fallen asleep. He was lying on the couch, his dark eyes staring at the tent above his head, as if he was dull or thinking.
There are rebellions all over the world, and the steppe wolves are heading south again. The empire's military strength is running low. As a general, I can't resist Hu, and I can't lead the army to put down the rebellion. Alas...
Judging from Meng Tian's appearance, the war in the Wolf Clan will not end for a while. Three hundred thousand people are eating horse chews. Meng Tian will have no problem for a short time, but if it drags on for a long time, the empire must send food and grass to support. However, the empire's situation...
Everything is a bad future, how can I sleep?
Sudden!
Feng Jie's eyes widened, he straightened up, looked ahead with great vigilance, and his hand had already touched the sword.
I saw only a dark figure, and at some point, it stood silently in the tent.
Feng Jie concentrated, focused his eyesight, hearing, and internal energy, and slowly drew out his sword, "Who are you?"
The black shadow turned around and exposed himself to the dim candlelight, wearing imperial black armor and a mask on his face.
The Black Armor of the Empire?
wrong!
It's a snare!
When do you snare people?
Countless thoughts flashed through Feng Jie's heart, turning over and over again. As a messenger to reward the army, he did not hear that Luo Wang had come with him. This man was obviously not from Mengtian's military camp. What was he doing?
The black armored man approached Feng Jie and showed off the sword that represented his identity, a slender, dark green sword, the Chu Chu Sword.
He is Zhao Gao's most trusted confidant. He has been with Zhao Gao for twelve years, and finally reached the realm of Dacheng and became the first-class killer of Luowang Tianzi, Yan Le.
Feng Jie also recognized the Chu Chu sword, his eyes moved, and his brows tightened, "The word of heaven is first-class, Chu Chu."
Zhao Gao's confidant, what's going on? Could it be that this reward to the army is unusual?
Yan Le pointed to the sword he still held tightly in his hand and said solemnly: "Yes, it's me. General, you can put away the sword."
At this moment, Feng Jie already had a bad premonition, but he could only let it go. He released his sword and asked, "What are you doing here late at night?"
Next, Yan Le said astonishingly, "General Feng Jie, accept the imperial edict."
Accept the imperial edict? He has an edict from His Majesty the Emperor?
Seeing that Yan Le actually took out the imperial edict scroll that only His Majesty the Emperor could sign, Feng Jie immediately rolled down to the ground and landed on one knee.
Yan Le sneered "haha" and lowered his body. He pressed the imperial edict scroll into Feng Jie's hand, and at the same time spoke in a mechanical and cold spoken language: "In the first year of the Second Emperor's reign, a certain person
On the day of the month, the wolves attacked at night, and the emperor's elder brother Fusu died in the rebellion. The commander of the north, Meng Tian, died in the battle. General Feng Jie took over as commander, and continued to resist the wolves and avenge his shame. General, don't let down your majesty's expectations."
"What--"
"Shh~ General, please calm down."
Feng Jie was held down by Yan Le, and the rising blood made his face turn red.
What's the meaning?
The wolves attack at night, Mr. Fusu will die, Meng Tian will die, and he will succeed Meng Tian...
Luo Wang colludes with the Wolf Clan to kill the eldest son and Meng Tian. No, this is His Majesty the Second Emperor!
"The general is a loyal minister and good general of Great Qin. He should know the consequences of this battle."
"What did you say……"
"If you accept this edict, then you will be the new commander-in-chief of the North after Meng Tian and a hero in resisting the wolves; if you don't accept it, you can't bear to see the wolves go south and invade the hinterland of the Central Plains. Also, my father...
"
"you!"
Feng Jie was about to break his teeth, and the golden scroll in his hand seemed to be weighing heavily.
He knew that this edict should not be accepted.
Not only should he not accept it, but the second emperor who could issue this edict, Hu Hai'er, should be kicked out of the Ying ancestral hall and thrown into the wilderness to feed the dogs!
"General, have you thought about it?"
Yan Le drew out the Cuo Chu sword, his voice was still cold, like a dead thing.
Feng Jie's eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth tasted sweet blood, and he finally lowered his head.
He knew that if he didn't agree, he would be killed now.
Then, Luo Wang's plan continued. The eldest son died, Meng Tian died, and the army, which had lost its backbone, faced the attack of the wolf tribe. Everything was irreversible. His father, who was in Xianyang, also lost his life to Luo Wang.
He agreed. At least, it would reduce the losses of the soldiers and prevent them from being completely defeated. My father would also be safe.
"Your Majesty, Feng Jie, accepts the order."
…
A few hours ago, Supervisor Fusu returned to his camp early to rest due to overwork.
At the deepest moment of the night, more than ten black figures appeared inexplicably near the heavily guarded camp.
"it's over."
His voice was hoarse, like a dead branch in the cold wind, making people wonder if his neck might break at any time.
The purple-pink lotus sword hilt was revealed, and the man slashed into the camp with one sword, and then jumped into the air.
"How is that possible? Where are the people!"
"Luowang Tianzi's first-class killer, Jing Salamander, who are you looking for?"
"who?!"
A cold male voice suddenly came to mind, and Tang Bing, the frightened salamander, turned around instantly, curling up purple-pink sword energy with the sword in his hand, and slashed at the direction of the voice with all his strength.
Without even thinking about it, the assassination failed, run away!
"Uh-huh~"
"This is!"
"Let's go uh——"
Suddenly a cold wind howled in the air. This biting wind was the sword energy. The dozen or so black figures died on the spot without any resistance in the wind.
The weakest ones who participated in this assassination were all killers at the level of killing. He killed them instantly with just one sword move. This person's strength is definitely among the best in the world.
"break!"
Tang Bing, the frightened salamander, roared angrily, and his sword energy broke through the obstacles in front of him. Just as he was about to hide away from the darkness, he was stabbed directly in front of his eyes by a white blade.
Ding~
"Don't think about it, Fusu, you can't kill him, and it's impossible for you to kill Meng Tian."
The master of the Cold Wind Sword Qi revealed his true face, with a cold voice, a majestic tone, and a handsome face with a solemn and elegant temperament.
The sword in his hand was made of ice crystals and was exuding an extremely cold air.
Tang Bing, the frightened salamander, recognized the sword and his heart almost lost its temperature. Under the black iron mask, his skin and flesh were already trembling.
"The Tenth Sword Book, Shuihan Sword, Gao Jianli, why are you here?"
"I was entrusted by someone to wait for you to come to my door, and then kill me."
Gao Jianli held the Shuihan Sword in his right hand and walked forward calmly. The pupils of his eyes turned into ice blue, and the terrifying power of the sword rose, blowing up the sky with ice and snow step by step.
Shui Han Sword, Frightened Salamander Sword.
A sword fight that is by no means fair is about to begin.