Great Wall defense line, military camp.

"Report..."

Outside the camp, a messenger from Xianyang galloped over. He was wearing a black dragon flag behind him, which was a phenomenon that only occurs when encountering major events and transmitting emergency documents. The horse under his crotch was panting heavily, as if he would be exhausted the next moment.

This was an emergency document. The soldiers in charge of the guard did not dare to delay and quickly led the messenger to the central army's tent.

"General Wang Ben, report to General Wang Ben, important information came from Xianyang City. Three black dragon flags, and the information was urgently accelerated by thousands of miles." Before the messenger came in, the soldiers in charge of reporting in front had already rushed over.

As soon as the soldier finished speaking, he saw the messenger from Xianyang walking in. He reported to Wang Ben, who was sitting in the throne of commander-in-chief, and said: "Report to General Wang Ben, the old general has passed away."

"boom......"

Wang Ben felt his head buzzing, so he stood up suddenly, shook his body a few times, and sat down decadently.

"Dad..." Wang Ben let out a heart-wrenching cry.

In the central army's tent, the generals on the side also looked sad. The generals under Wang Ben were all old men of the Wang family. Most of them worked under Wang Jian's command. When Wang Jian's death came, everyone's hearts were like a stone.

Wang Ben cried heartbrokenly, and the generals looked at each other. They wanted to comfort Wang Ben, but they didn't know what to say.

After about a quarter of an hour, Wang Ben's mood calmed down a little. He wiped his tears, looked at the generals under his command, and said in a more stern tone: "Generals, there will be no war on the Great Wall's defense line now. You can stick to your own defense line. If there is any emergency, it will be decided by General Ma. Since I need to rush back to Xianyang, I will leave it to you."

After saying that, Wang Ben bowed heavily to the generals.

"Abide by the Wangshou military orders." The generals shouted in unison.

After arranging military affairs, Wang Ben did not dare to delay any delay. He led his personal soldiers along the way and rushed towards Xianyang City day and night.

Wang Jian has been dead for seven days, and his coffin is parked in the mourning hall of the royal palace. The old general Wang Jian was also a decent person during his lifetime. There were countless dignitaries who came to pay tribute to him in the past few days. Even the ruling prince Fusu, the prince of the dynasty, stayed in the royal palace for an afternoon. Even the First Emperor, who was on the sickbed, was pushed in a wheelchair by the eunuch in the palace and came here to hang a stick of incense for Wang Jian.

The entire Xianyang City was in a very tense atmosphere, and everyone's hearts were depressed. It seemed like a huge rock was hanging in their hearts.

"Driving, driving, driving."

"Get out of here, get out of here."

At the gate of Xianyang City, dozens of fast horses rushed into the city. The soldiers in the front shouted loudly, signaling the people in front to get out of the way.

"Who is this? Since you dare to gallop in Xianyang City?" Some people stood by the road and asked in front of them.

According to the laws of the Qin Dynasty, except for emergency military information, no rushing in the city is allowed, and violators will be punished.

"Those who went to the royal palace should be coming to pay tribute to the old general?" Someone guessed at the square where the soldiers left.

"I see that these people have Bai Ling on their arms. This is not General Wang Ben." Another commoner whispered.

"Now that we have a way to tell the road, if we go on a fast horse day and night, we can run back and forth from the Great Wall in seven days." A groom who often follows the caravan said.

The palace, mourning hall.

Wang Jian's body was left in the coffin for seven days. Fortunately, it was in the middle of the winter of the 30th century, and the body was preserved intact. The atmosphere in the mansion was very heavy. Wang Li knelt beside the coffin for seven days. His legs were swollen, and his whole body looked much decadent.

"Tread, step, step."

In front of the gate of the royal palace, Wang Ben almost jumped off the horse's back. He stumbled towards the running area in the royal palace. He ran all the way to the coffin. He stretched his head over and looked at the corpse in the coffin.

"father."

"Dad, my child is unfilial and I can't send you the last journey." Wang Ben let out a heart-wrenching roar.

The man didn't cry easily, just to make the sad place. Wang Ben lay on the coffin and held his father's hand. His tears couldn't stop flowing down, and his lips kept trembling.

Wang Ben cried for a long time, and he cried out all the guilt and pain. Wang Ben felt guilty towards his father. When his father was old, he was busy with military affairs all day long and did not accompany his father well.

Wang Ben can be said to have a clear conscience about the Qin Dynasty, but Wang Ben cannot be said to have a clear conscience about his father Wang Jian.

"A person always has birth, old age, sickness and death. General Wang's words of grief are in harmony with changes. I believe that the old general has spirit in heaven, and I don't want to see you like this." Li Si comforted him.

Wang Ben wiped his tears, bowed deeply to the ministers outside the mourning hall and said, "Wang Ben thanked you here for your last trip to see my father."

Three days later, this is the day when the funeral of the veteran General Wang Jian. Today, Li Chen was dressed in plain clothes, and he was the leader in holding the coffin for the veteran general.

"The Imperial Word."

Just as the coffin was about to be lifted, the imperial edict of the First Emperor arrived.

"I feel very sad in my heart if the old general Wang Jian died of illness. If there were no old general, I would not be the current day of the Great Qin Dynasty. I would like to posthumously named the old general as the Yongliejun."

The imperial edict of the First Emperor did not use those literary words, but was just like a chatting tone on weekdays. But the more this happens, the more you can see the sadness in the First Emperor's heart.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wang Ben knelt on the ground and received the order for his father.

Wang Ben put the imperial edict on the head of the coffin, and he cried bitterly: "Dad, have you heard it? Have you heard it?"

Although he was not as glorious as Bai Qi when he died, he was not as proud as he was in his lifetime. However, this was also a supreme honor for the Qin Dynasty, which had not been able to enthrone the king for decades. Wang Jian died as if he was right, and he used his actions to prove that he followed the right emperor.

The First Emperor is undoubtedly a person worth following, and they are all famous generals in Chinese history. Wang Jian, a general who was able to die with a good end, was undoubtedly happy compared to Han Xin who was stabbed to death by a woman with a needle, and Xu Da who died of a sniff of a goose poison.

"Come on the coffin." Li Si's voice sounded.

The funeral team was very slow, walking towards the outside of the city step by step. The paper money floating in the sky seemed like it was raining. Among the funeral team, there were countless princes and nobles, and almost all the well-known figures in Xianyang came to see off for the veteran General Wang Jian.

On both sides of the road were people with heavy faces. Under the gaze of the people, the coffin of the old general Wang Jian left the city and headed towards the Fengshui treasure land that had been selected outside the city.

The cemetery was chosen in a place surrounded by mountains and rivers. The environment here was very good. Perhaps the old general would also reclaim a small square field in another world and work hard all day long.
Chapter completed!