"General, general, we picked up some strange things." A soldier from the barbarian country walked towards Anthony excitedly.

He said to Anthony: "This thing is a bit like cloth, but it is thinner and finer than cloth."

Anthony snorted and said calmly: "Take it out and take a look."

The pawn brought the special cloth.

Anthony touched it for a while and suddenly said strangely: "Is this the paper Marco Polo mentioned?"

The pawn suddenly realized: "This thing must be paper. I heard that these papers are specially used for writing."

Immediately afterwards, the soldier pointed at the piece of paper and said, "General, please look at it. There are words on it."

Anthony nodded.

In fact, he had already seen the words above.

It's just that this character is written in Daqin script and he can't understand it.

Anthony turned over the paper and suddenly discovered that there were words about the Kingdom of the Gods on the back of the paper.

This piece of paper is actually bilingual.

Anthony looked at the title and suddenly realized: "Is this the newspaper Marco Polo said?"

Anthony found that it was actually good to keep Marco Polo, at least he could know some of the weird things brought by the Qin Dynasty.

Then, Anthony started to read the newspaper.

He looked at it for a while and laughed.

The pawn asked with great interest: "Sir, what is said in this?"

Anthony said: "Qin people bitten dogs. Haha."

The pawn waited quietly.

Anthony said: "Among the Qin soldiers, there was a man named Wang Wu. This man seemed to have written something that offended their general. The so-called general was petty and pretended to let Wang Wu go back, but secretly sent

Someone assassinated him."

"As a result, these assassins were clumsy and failed to kill him. Not only did Wang Wu escape, he also wrote down his experiences and distributed them everywhere."

"Hahaha, that Qin general was really embarrassed this time."

Anthony smiled, feeling something strange in his heart.

It turned out that this Qin general was just as unlucky as himself, and had the same troublemaker under his command. He also chose the same method to get rid of the troublemaker.

For a moment, Anthony felt a sympathy for the Qin generals.

Although he had never met Feng Quli, he suddenly felt a sympathy for Feng Quli.

Anthony shook his head and said with emotion: "It's a pity that the two of us are each other's masters and can only be enemies."

"However, this Great Qin general is quite unlucky, at least much more unlucky than me."

Anthony thought and shook his head sympathetically.

As a result, after Anthony turned over the newspaper, he was suddenly surprised to see a photo.

The person in this photo is none other than Marco Polo.

"Why is Marco Polo's portrait up here? And the portrait looks too similar, right?" Anthony was amazed.

Suddenly, he remembered Marco Polo's words, and his heart moved: Could this be the legendary photo? Has his soul been taken away? The people of Qin are really cruel.

Anthony stared at the photo sympathetically for a while, and suddenly his heart moved: "That's wrong. Wasn't Marco Polo killed by me? Why is his photo here? And those people around him seem to be the assassins I sent there."

Anthony became more and more puzzled as he thought about it, and then he began to read the words in the newspaper.

In less than three minutes, he tore the newspaper into pieces.

Just now he was sympathetic to the Qin generals, but now Anthony suddenly realized that he was also an unlucky man.

Marco Polo was saved by the Qin people. Not only was he saved by the Qin people, but he was also published in the newspapers.

Not only did it appear in newspapers, but these newspapers were distributed to many people.

Anthony stood up suddenly and said to the people around him: "Quickly, collect everyone's newspapers. Don't allow any of them to be circulated."

The deputy general responded and quickly sent someone to collect the newspaper.

Half an hour later, all the newspapers were put away.

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the newspapers to be burned.

The newspaper was burned, and Anthony asked the lieutenant: "Have those soldiers read the newspaper?"

The deputy general nodded slowly: "Now there is bad news and good news. I don't know which one the general wants to hear first."

Anthony: "..."

He sighed and said quietly: "There has been too much bad news recently, let's hear the good news first."

The lieutenant general responded and said to Anthony: "Most of our soldiers are illiterate. Although they got the newspaper, they actually don't know what the content of the newspaper is."

After hearing this, Anthony breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he asked, "So what's the bad news?"

Lieutenant General Anthony said: "The bad news is that there are a few people who are literate. After these people read it, they also remembered the content in their hearts."

"The other soldiers didn't know what this newspaper was for, but your Majesty just ordered people to collect all the newspapers. These illiterate soldiers became curious."

"They asked the literate people one after another to know what the contents of the newspaper were. And those literate people were so proud that they spread the contents of the newspaper."

"So... the contents of the newspaper are now known to everyone in the entire army."

"What the hell..." Anthony spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He said to the deputy general feebly: "So, those soldiers are very dissatisfied now?"

The deputy general nodded: "The soldiers said that the general just regarded Marco Polo as a hero, but in the blink of an eye he wanted to kill him again."

"From now on, they no longer dare to trust the general."

Anthony sighed a little tiredly, and said feebly to the deputy general: "Do you have any good way to save it?"

The deputy general said: "This... is a bit difficult."

Anthony thought for a long time and suddenly said: "This newspaper was made by the Qin people. We might as well say that the things in the newspaper are rumors. I hope the soldiers will not believe it."

The deputy general smiled bitterly: "General, I have photos."

The deputy general took out a newspaper, pointed to the photo on it and said: "General, please look at this photo. In this photo, our man is holding a sword and pointing at Marco Polo. The photo is clear and clear."

"How can we deny this? There is no way we can deny this."

Anthony thought for a while and said to the deputy general: "What if we say that this photo is also fake?"

The lieutenant general shook his head: "No way. Most of the soldiers have heard Marco Polo's stories, and they are also quite familiar with the magical things of the Qin people."

"There is a saying going around in the military right now, saying that as we all know, photos cannot be faked, so this photo is definitely true, so the content in this newspaper is definitely true. So... the general really sent people to hunt down Marco Polo.

"

Anthony said helplessly: "Could it be that...there is no room for change in this matter?"

The deputy general was silent for a while and whispered: "Perhaps, but I haven't thought of it for a while."

Anthony nodded and said to the lieutenant: "Think about it again, let's all think about it again."

The deputy general nodded and agreed.

Then, the two men thought about it all night, and found out the next morning that hundreds more soldiers had escaped.

If this continues, there will be no need to fight anymore, and all these soldiers will escape.

Oh, sad, really sad.

People's hearts are broken and it's hard to lead the team.

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"Oh, these soldiers are really difficult to lead." Feng Quili couldn't help but sigh.

I don't know why, but when Feng Quli woke up from his sleep today, he found that everyone in the army had strange eyes.

As the commander-in-chief of an army, no matter where he goes, these Qin soldiers should be respectful.

But now...

There is a very strange phenomenon happening now.

These Qin soldiers were very respectful, but there was a hint of indifference in their respect.

Even with a hint of ridicule or contempt.

Feng Quili wanted to find fault with them, but he couldn't.

I want to ignore their looks, but I can't.

Could it be...that I'm too sensitive?
To be continued...