"Line!" Wang Jian was purging the team.

On March and sunny day, the mobilization order of the King of Qin has not been issued, but Xianyang is already a bit stern.

The soldiers either rode good horses or drove chariots, running on several major streets every day.

Truces of weapons and armor were transported here, and food and grass were also being collected and transferred.

The Qin officials at the bottom were lazy in their daily lives, and their behavior of accepting bribes had completely disappeared.

No one is a fool. The attitude in the city is so experienced that you can tell at a glance that it is going to fight.

Before the war, it is common for new recruits to see blood and courage.

Generally, this glorious mission called "Sacrifice of Flags" is performed by death row prisoners in prison.

However, in order to make up auspicious numbers, the big guys didn't mind finding one or two birds who broke Qin's skills to raise their heads.

After all, it is common to suppress the internal force by bloody means before going to war.

Among the 1,300 soldiers of the Peasant Association, a thousand people were drawn as soldiers this time and directly participated in the battle with the army, and they were still under the jurisdiction of Wang Jian.

Wang Jian's usual official position was led by the Prince's Guard, and theoretically, he was in charge of all the guards of Ying Zheng in the Qing Palace.

But with Ying Zheng's personality, of course he could not really give Wang Jian this power.

So Wang Jian's daily task became to take the 1,300 legal troops from the peasant association to hunt.

For Wang Jian, this was a pretty boring errand.

But since the prince arranged this way, he had to do so.

But now it's OK.

Wang Jian stood on the platform and looked down at the 1,300 people below.

Among these 1,300 people, one thousand will be under his control and participate in foreign wars!

A position of "two or five hundred masters" can already be considered a middle-level officer in large-scale national wars, such as the Battle of Changping, which bet on national destiny.

Wang Jian's title was not high. He originally thought that he needed to start from the five hundred chiefs or even lower Bai Zheng, and slowly accumulate military merits to achieve the goal of rising.

The first battle for the new king ascended the throne was an extremely important battle. The positions that second generation, like him who had no experience in military affairs in the noble family, could get from it, would actually be lower.

——Because this battle must be won.

And winning is just the most basic condition.

If you want to win, you should win beauty and win a new atmosphere as a new king.

Therefore, behaviors such as plugging and gilding will be particularly suppressed.

Wang Jian took a deep breath and slowly divided the soldiers into thirteen hundred. According to his usual performance, he selected the best six hundred hundred, and then taught the remaining seven hundred people to fight with Muge, hoping to select the best four hundred.

The flag fell and the sound of rushing began.

Voices such as calling, screaming, angrily shouting, footsteps, etc. bloom here.

The energy accumulated in daily life that has nowhere to vent is released at this moment.

Wang Jian stood on a high place and watched the soldiers fighting each other in a mess, his heart pounding.

The heart beats vigorously, pumping blood to all parts of the body. The heat flow surges when the heart beats, reaching the soles of the hair.

Wang Jian looked at the battles and his brain, which he didn't usually start, was working now.

He looked at the left wing.

A Baili on the left wing of the battlefield led some people toward a hostile Baibao.

There should be fifty people who were led by a village chief to sneak attack the enemy.

But they will soon be cut off from the middle, which is a trick to lure the enemy!

In the midfield, the two first fighters were playing fake. They looked like they were playing, but they were actually spreading their hands quietly and splitting them into four layers inside and outside. They cooperated with each other, and they should have planned it before...

Wang Jian could see through the complex relationships on the battlefield at a glance.

He quickly found the corresponding method and thought of a solution.

Analyze in strands, like observing patterns on your palm.

Wang Jian laughed.

Wildfires burned in my heart.

...

"After spring plowing in April, war will begin!" Ying Zheng said.

Ju Zizhou nodded: "Are you just talking about this when you come to me?"

Ying Zheng was silent for a moment, looked around, and asked, "What about inquiry? Tell him to stay away from him. I have something to talk to you."

Ju Zizhou nodded.

Ying Zheng knew that Xun was protecting himself, which was not something that was surprising. This was tacit understanding between the two.

It was like the book that Ju Zizhou placed at home. Ju Zizhou knew that Ying Zheng would definitely copy and peek, and Ying Zheng also knew that Ju Zizhou would definitely know that he would copy and peek.

Even Ying Zheng knew that the books were taken out and placed there for himself to read them.

But neither of them said it.

This is tacit understanding.

And now, Ying Zheng broke the tacit understanding.

He started to get in chaos!

"Sir, please stay away, is that okay?"

There is no answer to the inquiry.

But Ju Zizhou and Ying Zheng could hear the footsteps gradually moving away.

"If you want to say anything, just say it." Ju Zizhou looked at Ying Zheng with a calm expression.

Ying Zheng did not speak, but stared at Ju Zizhou's face first.

Ju Zizhou's ancient well is not wavy.

Ying Zheng looked at Ju Zizhou's hand again.

Ju Zizhou put his fingers on the table and tapped the table rhythmically.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Ying Zheng looked down at his hand.

"Knock, knock, knock"

He smiled: "What do you think about boosting "productivity"?"

"This is something that must be done." Ju Zizhou said: "But it can't be done now, but you have to wait for a while."

"Will the Qin State be defeated?" Ying Zheng asked.

"knock!"

Ju Zizhou tried his best to calm his breath: "Yes, I have to wait for defeat."

If you win, the Qin State will be invincible, the Qin King will do everything, and the Qin people will be satisfied.

At that time, what needs and motivations will this country have to make changes?

"I will also wait for me to ascend the throne?" Ying Zheng asked again.

Ju Zizhou pulled his hand away from the table.

Small actions hurt people.

He looked at Ying Zheng with a strange look.

Ying Zheng smiled indifferently, sat up straight hard, and knocked his fingers rhythmically on the table.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Ju Zizhou nodded and simply admitted: "I'm waiting."

"So, how long will he die?" Ying Zheng asked.

Ju Zizhou is a person with strong action.

He is not a person who loves to wait.

Although he was very peaceful on weekdays, he seemed willing to live with the usual rhythm of a Qin farmer throughout his life.

But Ying Zheng knew Ju Zizhou very well.

Ju Zizhou is not a very patient person.

He only believes in himself.

He will obtain what he wants with his own hands and seize at all costs.
To be continued...