The battle has been reduced.

The Qin soldiers swept over it roughly, then spontaneously canceled the battle of three or five groups, and turned into fifty people gathered in a cluster to slowly advance, and finally carried out a blind spot to clean and search.

After the number of people became large, the Qin army could no longer be injured in the face of a small ambush of more than a dozen or twenty people.

All the nobles who were still alive in the county were arrested and tied up their hands and feet, just like piglets.

But of course, there are not many noble people who can survive.

Most of them died due to various accidents.

For example, the two nobles he found were killed because they did not want to be captured.

A noble man found by Yi fell into the fish pond and drowned.

The noble people who were caught were scared to death because of fear.

After the battle ended, some soldiers began to search for property in the noble man's mansion.

Some are doing destruction.

These Qin people were basically poor, and they would feel sad when they saw poor people suffering and common people suffering.

But when I saw the magnificent scene, I was particularly angry.

Too angry, almost completely lost his mind.

This is one of the pheasants.

He doesn't care about what wealth, gold, beautiful jade, or treasures.

He just wants to destroy everything he sees.

This gorgeous hall, this exquisite lacquerware, this expensive rice...

Pheasant didn't know why, nor did he know what disease he had committed.

But he just wanted to destroy these.

After the battle, the two hundred and five hundred declared that they occupied this county town.

Then he sent someone to notify Wang Jian.

Wang Jian sat quietly.

As he grows older and his physical strength decreases, he likes to sit still more and more.

Sitting quietly like the young man in Xianyang City, looking at all the people and things in front of him with extremely cold eyes.

Wang Jian is now learning from the young man, judging their current situation based on people's words, deeds, food and clothing.

Are they full?

They can't eat enough, right?

How do they spend winter?

How do they live in spring?

The content of "Handan Jikao" that I have read has been repeated over and over again.

Wang Jian was deeply trapped.

Wang Jian always likes to train soldiers.

Seeing the young people sweating, exercising, complaining, eating and drinking, and becoming stronger day by day, Wang Jian had the illusion that he became stronger himself.

He knew that if these people were stronger, the war he had to face would be less dangerous.

The pass will become a smooth road in the face of this strength.

The fun of war will be crushed into powder by this process.

But what does it matter?

But the original win and half of the loss became half of the winning and the losing.

It can't be a win or not a loss, right?

Wang Jian thought so with optimism and fear.

He has no answer to this question.

Wang Jian knew that the young man in Xianyang City must have an answer.

But Wang Jian didn't dare to ask.

"This battle is really boring." Wang Jian looked at the common people who had eaten their fill and began to recover their minds after they were full, and began to feel uneasy about the appearance of him and others.

These Chu people... no, these people.

Although these people were uneasy, they were not too scared.

Because the Qin people began to help them open the ruins and take out the bedding and other supplies that were barely available.

The Qin people did not rob them.

Instead, they were given food, bedding and tents.

They were at a loss.

Because this is not consistent with their perception.

The Qin soldiers looked at their reactions and laughed happily.

These Qin soldiers used to look like this.

So they are happy to see more people revealing the shock and helplessness of not seeing the world.

The atmosphere was a little warm at this time.

However, a flame ignited not far away.

Black smoke soars into the sky.

Wang Jian narrowed his eyes and looked in that direction.

That is the location of the county town.

This smoke...

"I would rather burn it than give it to us." Wang Jian sighed: "Why is this?"

The granary was lit.

In the county town, Qin soldiers are putting out fires.

But the fire spread quickly.

No more saved.

So they could only cut off the contact between the granary and the surrounding areas to achieve physical separation of the fire.

As for what has been burned, there is nothing to do.

"Trouble." The Lord of Two Five Hundred looked at the blazing flames in front of him and lamented.

They caught the fire-making person, but now the fire is on fire, and it is useless to catch people.

"Hahahahaha, you group of untouchables, like porpoises, dare to use force against my relatives and nobles. Are you worthy of eating my family's food? I just want all of you, untouchables to starve to death! Hahahaha..." This is a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

His luxurious clothes were stained with mud and water, making him look embarrassed.

But he laughed loudly and regarded life and death as ordinary trivial matters.

This is probably what some people praise and sigh about the so-called "conformity" that belongs to the noble son alone.

He specifically used Qin language to say these words.

He stimulated the fragile nerves of the Qin people.

Qin Bing beside him was so upset that he was laughing.

So the Qin soldier slapped him and said, "All the deceased, what are you?"

"These food is not yours!"

After slapping the noble boy, his fair face began to red and swollen, and the slap marks appeared.

pain.

And confused.

He really never expected that there would be a bitch who dared to treat him like this.

Anger and fear seized his heart.

Emotions begin to ferment.

Tears flowed out.

"How dare you..."

The noble boy sobbed, and tears as big as beans flowed down.
To be continued...