Since ancient times, heroes have emerged as young people.

Li Yuan was only twenty-four years old. Judging by his military qualifications, he was too young, not to mention that he has now been named Marquis of Shenwu.

According to the classification of the military title system, Shenwu Hou belongs to the level of Guannei Hou and is the 19th level of the military title system in Qin State. It is only one step away from the highest level of Chehou. It is generally used to reward the most meritorious generals who have made great contributions to the country. In addition to promotion, the title of marquis also has a fief and enjoys preferential treatment exempted from taxes within the fief.

Of course, Li Yuan is unlikely to have a fief now. In the eyes of the eldest princess Zhao Yushu and a group of Qin officials, the entire Yongqi and Guanzhong will be Li Yuan's future. Why do you have to do this and leave any fief for Li Yuan?

Li Yuan's previous retreat and transportation were hated by many Qin people. This behavior of forcing people to leave their hometown and forced minors to leave their parents and relatives was almost as good as the cruel King Zhou of Shang. But now, they are grateful.

If Li Yuan hadn't been determined to act alone, these underage boys would have been forcibly conquered by Zhang Han, Liu Bang, Long Qi and others, and eventually became a bone on the battlefield.

If Li Yuanqian had not been involved in the healthy women and men in Guanzhong, the only bones and blood in Guanzhong would have been scattered by the anti-Qin coalition forces, and would not have waited for a counterattack.

Heroes need to accumulate military achievements again and again.

From Daliang, Baima, Xingyang, Hangu, to Yongzhou, Gaonu, Li Yuan used glorious victory that was enough to be recorded in the history of the Qin State, allowing the people of Guanzhong to see the hope of restoring the country. For Li Yuan's reward, they shouted, ran, laughed, and expressed their joy in their own way.

Qin State finally had another powerful ruler after Emperor First Emperor.

The Qin State will undoubtedly rise again and become the overlord of the Central Plains again.

The land of Guanzhong is full of beacons.

A team of reserve teams composed of young people in Guanzhong sang the battle song "Rare Old Qin, Restore My Rivers and Mountains" all the way, passing by Yang Laozhuang-.

"Hey, Gan Liulang, what evidence do you have for your father was a subordinate of Marquis Li? Don't pretend to be a fake?" In the group of young men, a few half-year-old boys were stuttering while marching.

"Of course there is evidence. As long as you see Marquis Li and report my father's name, he will definitely know--!" The boy called Gan Liulang seemed to be fourteen or five years old, and he was a good embryo for serving in the army and eating food. He was a little younger and had not yet grown up completely.

"Haha, who can't brag about the sarcasm? He also wants to meet Marquis Li. Marquis wants to command thousands of troops. How could he come to see you if he has time?" Gan Liulang's answer obviously did not satisfy his friends. This question was very powerful, which made Gan Liulang speechless and could not answer for a while.

"Anyway, whether you believe it or not, I just didn't brag. My father Gan Houbo died in the battle of the white horse. His name can be found on the record of fallen generals in the army-!" Gan Liulang blushed and argued word by word.

Young people will have their own idols.

And my father is the most cute and tall one.

Time is like the flowing Wei River, passing by rapidly. It has been year after year in a blink of an eye. We haven't mentioned the name Gan Houbo for too long. Now, his son Gan Jia Liulang has finally grown up.

Just as the teenagers were arguing, a group of healthy women and supplies, loaded with food, fodder, swords, guns and weapons, passed through the thatched house of Han Sijia amid the shouts of hey and the jokes of strong women not avoiding meat and vegetables.

In the house, Yang was lying on the bed, humming an unknown song softly, allowing the fetus in his belly to fall asleep peacefully. New life sprouted and grew on this difficult yellow land in Guanzhong, and continued to grow.

February 1st, the third year of the Qin Xinli period.

The days that every Qin people were proud of were the Qin army, which had always been on the defensive, suddenly launched a rapid and fierce counterattack.

On the battlefield of more than 200 miles from Wugong to Fufeng, Han army scattered soldiers were everywhere. Liu Bang, who had retreated in a hurry, could not collect more troops at once. The Han army scouts even left the team, were surrounded by the corresponding Qin army scouts cavalry.

After receiving Liu Bang's order, Guan Ying retreated faster than any other Han army. In this regard, it has to be admitted that the talent of the vendors is beyond the reach of others.

The Han general Zhou Ying, who had been incompatible with Guan Ying, failed to defeat his old opponent this time. Luo Jia's cavalry chased him from Zheng Guoqu to the foot of Wugong Mountain, and finally tied Zhou Ying's head in front of the saddle.

The Han army along the way dispersed the harassing troops like a broken wolf pack. They had the courage to be praised. They even went forward to fight for a few times, abandoned more than a hundred lives and fled. Some were conscious and fearful, and they fled early with their generals and went to hide somewhere.

When the figures of the Qin cavalry appeared in the sight of the Fufeng defenders, neither Feng Xuan nor Xin Sheng could help but burst into tears. When they turned back to the city, the bodies of more than 2,000 soldiers who died were lying quietly on the cold street. Their bodies were not covered or marked, and there were only clusters of blood smudged.

The Han army's continuous attacks made Xin Sheng and Feng Xuan breathless. All they could do was to hurriedly drag the dead soldiers down from the city wall, and then replace them with another one who could raise the sword and push them forward.

"Marquis Li--!" Xin Sheng staggered down the city, choking speechless. This battle was so hard that he, who was used to fighting under the strong circumstances of the Qin army, felt at ease. If it weren't for the foundation of Guanzhong being tossed by Zhao Gao and Hu Hai, why would the Qin army have to go through such a struggle?

"Thank you for your hard work in the old general, and your brothers are suffering. It was Li who came late, so that Fufeng fell into a hard battle. Now, we have to pay back the blood and ask Liu Bang for the land we lost, the lives of our relatives, and everything that originally belonged to us." Li Yuan said loudly, raising his arms and shouting.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In and outside Fufeng City, morale was greatly boosted due to the return of the main force of the Qin army. At noon, Li Yuan and Zhang Han met in Ganjiadian, a small town in the northwest of Wugong Mountain. Two Qin generals who had never met for a long time finally stood in a trench for the first time.

From dispersion to unity, from being the master of each other to being united, with Li Yuan's repeated efforts, Zhang Han, Xin Sheng, Wang Li, Su Jiao and other remaining elites of the Qin State began to come together in collisions and struggles.

Although they were still a little awkward and felt forced, as long as they took this step of unification, the revival of Qin would no longer be empty talk, an unrealistic dream, and an unrealized ideal.
Chapter completed!