The battlefield stretches from the forest to around the camp.
As the battle raged, flames shot into the sky, shouts of death were heard everywhere, murderous intent appeared under the moonlight, and lives were destroyed in the center of the flames.
But in this crisis-ridden environment, the only one who calmly pretended to be cool was the great national master Dulan, a man who was obsessed with everything.
When an archer misses a hit, he knows that the Grand Master's strength far exceeds his own. The opponent is sitting in a defenseless place not because he doesn't understand, but because he is not afraid.
"The Great Imperial Master is so terrifying." The archer knew that he had no chance to perform meritorious service today, so he quietly retreated.
A fierce attack was launched on the carriages and obstacles around the camp. The rebels had already prepared and brought ladders, and now they were about to attack the camp.
"Fire arrows!" However, Zhang Han was indeed a famous general and had prepared a large number of crossbow arrows in the camp to resist the rebels.
Each used their strengths, and both sides used considerable means to attack and defend, fighting hard for their own goals.
The battles in the cold weapon era were indeed bloody and required people's courage and courage. At this time, the Qin army's crossbowmen, in platoon units, carried out three-stage shooting, with dense and continuous arrows, which gave the rebels a huge blow.
Kill.
As the attacking party, the rebels could only continue to charge and use their lives to pave the way against Qin.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Just as the two sides were fighting, three fireworks suddenly exploded in the sky.
Zhang Han smiled when he saw it: "It's reinforcements. I have contacted the Kuaiji County garrison before, and now they have finally arrived."
Fusu also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he kept a straight face and seemed calm, he was actually a little scared. He would be relieved if there were more reinforcements. These rebels would not have expected that one after another troops would come: "
General Zhang is indeed prepared for a rainy day."
Zhang Han said this is what it should be.
Damn it, can't it be defeated? Seeing that the rebel army could not attack for a long time, the leader of the rebel army finally became anxious. It was obviously just a simple camp and could be burned, but it blocked the progress of the rebel army. It seemed that although Fusu had few troops,
They are all elites, and there are generals around them.
After paying so much price but not being able to succeed, the rebel leader's mentality collapsed: "Shoot the rockets again, shoot out all the rockets, set them on fire, and I'll see how they hide."
The fire in the camp suddenly became strong again, and the rebels left the fire behind and receded.
The surrounding forests were on fire. It was obvious that the rebels were preparing to burn all the Qin people to death, completely forgetting the "ancestral instruction" of "setting fire to the mountain and sitting at the bottom of the prison".
Zhang Han also thought about attacking with fire, but he didn't expect that they would really dare to do it. You must know that attacking with fire is the most evil and can easily shorten your life, so most people will never do it.
"Damn it, are they crazy? If such a fire spreads, the surrounding villages will also suffer." Zhang Han said anxiously: "Tonight the moon is bright, the stars are few, and the wind is light. Everyone put out the fire quickly, and we must prevent the fire from spreading.
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But the water they brought was almost used before. Where can they have water to put out the fire now?
"Grand Imperial Master, please hurry up with Mr. Fusu before the fire blocks the passage." Zhang Han came over and said.
"Why run away, as long as it rains it will be fine." Dulan said not to rush.
"But it's so clear tonight and there's not a single cloud. How can it rain?" Zhang Han said, no matter how powerful you are, Grand Master, don't make fun of him.
But Dulan was very calm, as if he was not joking: "If I say it can rain, it can rain." As he said this, Dulan poured a glass of wine, then raised his hand and threw the glass into the air.
Zhang Han's gaze continued to rise along with the wine glass, and finally he found that the wine glass was beyond his field of vision and flew to an unimaginable height.
Could it be that the Grand Master still has the art of praying for rain?
You must know that people in ancient times were fed by God and only wanted good weather. If someone could control the weather, he would definitely be the object of worship of the common people, and he would definitely be greater than the emperor.
However, the wine glass flew away and did not fall, but the sky was still so clear. Such behavior had no other purpose than irritating Newton to death.
There was no rain. Zhang Han closed his chin and looked down at the Grand Imperial Master: "Grand Imperial Master, it's better to withdraw."
But at this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
Click!
Tear open the night curtain and illuminate the whole night.
Everyone was taken aback, not knowing what the thunder that appeared out of thin air meant.
It was rain. The crackling downpour instantly enveloped the entire fire scene. All the soldiers looked happy. This was simply a miracle. There were no clouds at all but it was raining heavily.
"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is sunshine but there is no sunshine." When the heavy rain fell, Dulan and Shao Siming had already returned to the only camp that was still intact, leaving behind such an unforgettable poem, completing a
Show off and hide your merit and fame.
Shao Siming looked at Dulan with curious eyes. She didn't know how Dulan prayed for rain. He seemed very relaxed. The Grand Master was really powerful. If he had the people in his heart, he would definitely become a saint like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
Confucius has not yet become a saint these days, only the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are saints. Confucius' road to becoming a saint is very long, almost spanning the history of China, from the Western Han Dynasty to the Republic of China.
In AD 00, when Jesus was born, Confucius officially embarked on the road to becoming a saint. In the first year of the Yuan Dynasty of the Western Han Dynasty, Emperor Ping of the Han Dynasty named Confucius the "Praise to the Duke Xuanni"; then in the Northern Wei Dynasty, Emperor Xiaowen named Confucius "
"Wen Sheng Ni Gong"; in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Confucius was named "Zou Guogong"; in the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty called Confucius the "Xianshi Nifu"; in the Tang Dynasty, Confucius was successively named "Taishi", "Long Daogong" and "Wenxuan"
King'; in Xixia, Confucius was the 'Emperor Wenxuan'; in the Yuan Dynasty, Confucius became the 'Dacheng Most Holy King Wenxuan'; in the Ming Dynasty, the Jiajing Emperor respected Confucius as the 'Most Holy Teacher'; in the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Shunzhi respected Confucius as the 'Dacheng Most Holy Master'
"Wenxuan Teacher"; during the Republic of China, Confucius was already "the most holy teacher of Dacheng".
Of course, when we arrived in New China, Confucius was overthrown. This is a story for another day.
It can be seen that the ancient emperors still "confessed" Confucius at first, and the emperor was higher than Confucius. But later the emperor called Confucius a "king". This was not an ordinary king, but the same king as the kings of Shang and Zhou, and the same emperor.
Level. In the end, the emperor will respect Confucius. If Confucius surpasses the emperor, he will become a saint.
Confucius' titles also ranged from duke, king, to transcendent and holy.
But it is still more than 200 BC, and Confucius has only died for more than 200 years, which is far less exaggerated than that of later generations. The saints in people's hearts in this era are still the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and even the things Confucius worships are not empty gods, but gods.
Zhou Li has collapsed.
Of course, the Zhou Dynasty was a slave system, and the Zhou rites in Confucius’ mind were really broken.
In short, Shao Siming thinks that Dulan can become a saint, which is a very high evaluation without any water in it. Of course, the premise is that Dulan wants to pray for the people and become a character who can lead the people towards a happy life. At present, it seems
, Duran is still about as far away from the saint as he is a hundred or even ten thousand times from the Western Heaven.