There is a very famous war in history called the Battle of Kunyang.
In the Battle of Kunyang, Liu Xiu defeated Wang Mang's army of 400,000 with an army of 20,000. This was a very famous example in history of defeating a large number with a small number.
Twenty thousand people versus more than 400,000 people, this is a seemingly impossible task.
However, in the battle of Kunyang, meteors flew into the enemy camp first. During the war, there were strong winds and heavy rains. In a very short period of time, a lot of extremely bad weather occurred. With the help of celestial phenomena, Liu Xiu won the battle.
The Battle of Kunyang was almost impossible to succeed under the circumstances at that time.
Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of Han Dynasty, was nicknamed "Son of the Plane" and "Great Magister" by later generations.
Although Zhao Yi did not summon meteorites to help out like Emperor Guangwu, the fact that he invited the Sea Dragon King has spread to several countries.
Li Yi didn't really believe that the son of the plane had good luck, but it was undeniable that Zhao Yi's luck was indeed extremely good.
Ruyi sat next to him and spoke softly: "Ms. sir..."
Li Yi looked away, shook his head, and said, "It's okay. We've finished eating and have a night's rest. We'll reach the capital of Wu Kingdom in less than ten days."
It was within his expectation that Qi State could defeat Zhao State, but he did not expect it to be so fast.
During their trip, they almost swept all the way to the imperial city of Zhao Kingdom.
Although they can capture Zhao State in a very short period of time, the problem exposed is even greater. After occupying Zhao State, they will need to spend a lot of effort to suppress the uprising forces of Zhao State, which will take a long, long time.
Time------This is not Zhao Yi's style of doing things.
A trace of doubt appeared on Li Yi's face. What are Zhao Yi and him so anxious about?
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Zhao Guo, Liyang.
The original capital has become the capital of the subjugated country today.
More than a month ago, the city of Liyang was captured, and all the Zhao royal family and courtiers, including the king of Zhao and his concubines, were captured.
In the palace, the officials were gathered together again.
"Your Majesty committed suicide by hanging himself yesterday."
A middle-aged scribe stood in front of the palace and said calmly: "Good birds choose trees to roost. Master Taifu, the Kingdom of Zhao has been destroyed, so why are you stubborn?"
"Hahaha..." Opposite him, a white-haired old man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "A loyal minister has no regard for the two masters. The State of Zhao has perished. Your Majesty died for the country. I and the State of Zhao will die together with Your Majesty!"
He turned around, looked at the crowd behind him, and shouted: "Who is going with me?"
A middle-aged official stood up and said with a big smile: "I would like to go with you, Master Taifu!"
A young official walked out quickly and shouted: "I would like to die with you, sir!"
"Since the country has perished, I should die myself!"
"The ministers of the subjugated country have no face to live on!"
"Let's go together!"
…
In an instant, more than ten figures stood out.
"Colleagues, I'll go first!" The white-haired old man laughed twice, stamped his feet violently, hit his head on a pillar in the hall, and died instantly.
"Master Taifu has trouble with his legs and feet, so I should go ahead. On the Huangquan Road, he might as well have a cane..."
An official smiled, then suddenly pulled out a guard's sword and killed himself with his neck.
"A mere fifth-grade official dares to compete with me for the cane of the Grand Tutor!" One person snorted coldly, picked up the long knife that fell on the ground, put it on his neck, and wiped it away...
"Your Majesty, I am here with you!"
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In the main hall, more than thirty corpses were soon piled up.
Even the surrounding guards had looks of horror on their faces, and they couldn't help but move farther away from the corpses.
The middle-aged scribe watched them die one by one, with a calm expression on his face.
When the last person shouted "die with the country" and inserted a long knife into his heart, the crowd fell into deathly silence. Some people looked angry, some looked ashamed, but in the end, no one came out.
"Cough! Cough!"
Several soft coughs came from outside the hall, and a figure slowly walked in from outside the hall.
The middle-aged scribe hurriedly stepped forward and said worriedly: "Your Majesty..."
Zhao Yi waved his hand and refused his support. He looked at the corpses lying on the ground in the hall for a long time before saying, "They all got a good burial."
The middle-aged scribe nodded, bowed and said: "I obey the order."
A man walked in from outside the palace and whispered: "Your Highness, Jingguo's envoy has arrived."
Zhao Yi nodded and said, "Take them to the side hall."
The middle-aged scribe looked at him and said, "Your Highness, you'd better take a rest. The imperial doctor said you can't do this anymore..."
Zhao Yi waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter."
The middle-aged scribe's expression changed, he looked at him, but in the end he didn't say anything.
In a side hall of the palace, several Jingguo officials were waiting anxiously.
This time, the number of soldiers captured by Qi State in Jing State was more than 10,000. When they learned the news, they could not wait for the court order, so they came day and night. No matter what, they had to keep these 10,000 people intact.
Bring back.
This is 10,000 lives. One can imagine how harsh the conditions set by the Qi Congress were.
This will be an invisible war, and the success or failure of the war depends on them.
The door to the side hall was pushed open, and several people immediately stood up and looked over.
A young man walked in. Judging from his age, he should be about the same age as their Majesty, but his face was a little pale, his steps were a little sloppy, and he seemed to be in poor health.
Just as the leader was about to speak, Zhao Yi waved his hand and asked, "Are you here for those prisoners?"
"Exactly!" The man looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "I am waiting for this trip to redeem the more than ten thousand soldiers of our Jingguo, and I also ask the Emperor of Qi to make a condition."
Zhao Yi was silent for a moment, looked at him and asked, "Do you have a penny with you?"
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The envoys of Jingguo walked out of the side hall. The sunshine outside was shining on their bodies, and they just woke up a little.
Suddenly someone looked at his companion and said, "Mr. Chen, slap me in the face and see if it hurts."
"Snapped!"
The man slapped him hard on the face without hesitation.
Then he looked down at his hand and murmured: "It hurts, it's real..."
Half of the official's face immediately swelled up, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and one of the teeth in his mouth even became loose.
He looked at Master Chen with a look of confusion on his face.
The official surnamed Chen patted his shoulder, looked at his confused look, and said, "Master Wei, you don't have to doubt it. What just happened is true..."
He knew why Mr. Wei was at a loss, because he was also at a loss.
They had already determined in their hearts that if Qi State were to release these 10,000 prisoners, a huge price would have to be paid, and Qi State would definitely offer a condition they could not imagine.
The conditions given by Qi State were truly unimaginable to them.
This condition is one penny.
A penny can't buy you a loss, a penny can't buy you a scam, but a penny can buy you all the captives.
Those prisoners have been detained for nearly two months. The total amount of food they have spent these days is a very terrifying figure...
However, Emperor Qi did only need a penny from them to sign a document for the release of the prisoners. They only needed to take this document with them to take all the Jingguo soldiers home.
The negotiation task this time was completed beyond imagination. Not to mention how much awards you will receive when you return, you can even look forward to being included in the annals of history and leaving your name in history.
The two of them left in a hurry without having time to think about it.
Before Qi Huang goes back on his word, they must implement this matter in the shortest possible time.
After they brought all the soldiers out of here, it was too late for him to regret it.
In the side hall, Zhao Yi sat alone at the table.
In front of him, there was a huge map.
On the map, it is clearly divided into four regions.
Jing State, Wu State, Qi State after annexing Zhao State, and dozens of small countries in the west.
Among them, the State of Qi is the largest, almost the size of the two countries Jing and Wu combined. The dozens of small countries to the west are also as big as the State of Wu.
His gaze fell on the far west.
Then he started coughing.
He covered his mouth and coughed heartbreakingly, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.
