My brother Ying Zheng, who dares to kill me?.

Chapter 1137 The historian was stingy with his words, leaving me helpless! Qin Wuyang, the most powerful warrior in Yan!
Beihoucheng (reconnaissance post) in Xiangping County.

No one would have thought that this place (now Shenyang) would be able to grow into a provincial capital, a heavy industrial base, or an international comprehensive transportation hub in the future.

Now there is only a reconnaissance post here that can accommodate only a few hundred people. Looking around, it is deserted and dead silent.

And this is also the northernmost outpost of China today!

Half a day ago, that is, at sunrise (5:00) on May rd, the seventeenth year of Qin Shi Huangdi’s reign.

Ying Chengjiao looked past the Qin Black Bird flag flying high above the sentry post and gazed to the west, muttering softly, "The Tangdi flowers in the mansion are about to bloom."

"The spring ploughing of the people should have been completed. I wonder how many acres of land the Qin Dynasty can cultivate with more than a million young men going to war this year, and whether there will be enough to relieve the great famine of the people this year."

"The historian was stingy with his words, leaving me with nothing to do but lament!"

As he spoke, the hot and humid air exhaled from Ying Chengjiao's mouth met the cold air around him, which was only about 10°, and condensed into a ball of light white mist.

Li Ke held a bowl of hot soup in his hand, the steam rising from it mixed with the mist exhaled by Ying Chengjiao, and asked in surprise: "Why doesn't the commander go to the sentry post to rest?"

"This place is already the northernmost part of Yan. There are no houses further north. It will be difficult for the commander to rest in his room after tomorrow!"

Ying Chengjiao came back to his senses and said gently and matter-of-factly: "The soldiers are all living in the tents, how can I live alone in the house?"

"It's just that the weather is a little cold and we are staying in the tent tonight. I have been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, how can I not be able to withstand this little bit of cold."

Li Ke sighed: "The commander loves his soldiers like his own sons, no wonder he can win battle after battle!"

"I happened to hunt a wild rabbit last night. I minced its meat into minced meat and mixed it into soup. I found it very delicious. I will invite you to drink with me."

Ying Chengjiao did not reach out his hand, but turned to look at Su Jiao beside him and asked: "Do all the soldiers have hot soup?"

Su Jiao nodded and said, "We have them all. We have also added herbs to keep out the cold. You can rest assured, Commander."

Only then did Ying Chengjiao take the hot soup and take a big sip.

The heat flowed into his stomach, causing it to feel warm. Ying Chengjiao narrowed his eyes slightly in satisfaction, smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Li Zishi."

"This soup is delicious!"

Feeling that Ying Chengjiao was in a good mood, Li Ke bowed and said with a smile: "I know that the commander-in-chief wants to lead his troops north, so I want to help him."

"It's a pity that I know my own abilities, but without the help of the commander-in-chief, I can't take on the important task of being the prime minister of a country."

"As for leading troops in battle, I am far inferior to other generals in the army."

"We can only hunt some game to add some dishes to the commander."

Li Ke said this, and he really believed it in his heart.

When it comes to governing, Li Ke can't even be compared with Qin's Prime Minister Lu Buwei, let alone be on par with Li Si and other nine ministers of the Qin State.

In terms of battles, Li Mu once chased Li Ke and made him run away screaming, Wang Ben Bangbang beat Li Ke violently, and Su Jiao and Xin Sheng also chased Li Ke and hacked him.

But Ying Chengjiao immediately frowned and said, "How can Li Zishi be so self-deprecating?"

"Without Li Zi's help, how could our army reach Xiangping so easily!"

"This is a great achievement in expanding the territory. I have already written this achievement into a military report to ask for credit for Li Zishi."

Li Ke smiled and shook his head: "I will never be able to repay the commander's kindness even if I die a hundred times!"

"Of course, I know exactly how capable I am."

"With my ability, it is difficult for me to help Lord Chang'an."

"However, Li knows someone who can help Lord Chang'an."

Ying Chengjiao quickly handed the bowl of soup to Su Jiao and bowed solemnly: "Thank you Li Zishi for always thinking about me!"

"I wonder which great sage Li Zishi is talking about?"

"I will personally write to ask for it!"

Although the current Qin Dynasty has exhausted all means to recruit talents in an all-round and multi-level manner, Ying Chengjiao himself did not search for those great talents who have gone down in history according to his memory.

Now, Li Ke, as the former prime minister of Yan State, is so solemnly recommending talented people, and he even thinks that he is not as good as this person. Maybe he is a talented person who is worthy of being recorded in history but has not yet joined the Qin State!
Facing Ying Chengjiao's expectant gaze, Li Ke extended his right hand and let a burly, fierce-looking young man behind him step aside.

The young man's sharp eyes pierced towards Ying Chengjiao, but he avoided his gaze in the face of Ying Chengjiao's curious gaze and bowed solemnly: "I am Qin Wuyang from Yan."

"Greetings, Lord Changan!"

Ying Chengyu:? ? ?

Seeing the genuine shock on Ying Chengjiao's face, Li Ke smiled a little and introduced him solemnly: "Chang'an Jun, don't look down on Qin Wuyang because he is young."

"Wuyang was only thirteen years old when he killed someone. No one dared to look at him with disdain. The whole world was watching him with awe!"

"Known as the number one warrior in Yandi!"

Su Jiao asked curiously: "How many did you kill?"

Qin Wuyang raised one hand and held out five fingers proudly: "Five people!"

Su Jiao blinked and asked sincerely, "What about when you were fourteen?"

Qin Wuyang: (⊙_⊙)?
What at fourteen?
Didn't you just ask how many people Qin had killed in his life? !

Seeing Qin Wuyang remained silent, Su Jiao smiled gently and said, "It is normal to have no harvest at the age of fourteen." "When Su was thirteen, he was still working in the fields. When he was fourteen, he also had no harvest. It was not until he was sixteen that he followed Chang'an Jun's tent and beheaded four enemy heads."

"To this day, Su has only over 500 enemy leaders under his command."

"Brother Qin was able to kill five people at the age of thirteen. You are truly brave!"

Qin Wuyang had no time and no face to explain that those five people were the gains of his life and not the gains when he was thirteen years old.

Subconsciously taking a step back, Qin Wuyang cried out in surprise: "Su? Are you, are you the Qin State's number one general, Su Jiao?!"

Su Jiao hurriedly shook his head and saluted: "I am the commander Su Jiao, but what qualifications do I have to be known as the most powerful general in Qin?"

"Not to mention being on par with the commander-in-chief, even the rising stars like Doctor Ying are not far behind me."

Qin Wuyang's eyes widened and the arrogance on his face quickly disappeared.

Although Su Jiao is no longer in the world, the world is full of legends about Su Jiao.

With Ying Zheng's generous support, Su Jiao had long been rumored to be the number one killing god under the throne of the god Ying Chengjiao. Anyone touched by his spear would die, and anyone touched by him would die. He was in charge of the power to eliminate sinners and punish evildoers, and he killed people from Hangu Pass to the East China Sea without blinking an eye.

In front of Su Jiao, the five lives he was so proud of were not worth mentioning!
Su Jiao happened to turn around and didn't notice Qin Wuyang's change of expression. He waved behind him and said, "Doctor Ying!"

"There is a brave man here. He killed five people at the age of thirteen. He is even better than Doctor Ying!"

"Such a brave man, Doctor Ying should come and make his acquaintance, right?"

Not far away, Ying Bu came with a spear in his hand. Following Su Jiao's gesture, he looked Qin Wuyang up and down and nodded in approval: "The warrior got five enemy heads at the age of thirteen, but Ying only got three enemy heads at the Qin-Chu battle when he was thirteen."

"Ying is not as good as a warrior!"

"When I was fourteen, I was finally able to serve under Lord Chang'an. Together with Lord Chang'an, we destroyed Chu and captured eighteen enemy heads, including one captain of a thousand men, one captain of a garrison, and five captains of a detachment."

"I wonder how many enemies the warrior has killed when he was fourteen years old?"

Qin Wuyang looked at Ying Bu in disbelief: "You killed people at the age of thirteen, and you killed twenty-one people in two years?!"

Qin Wuyang admitted that the most powerful general of the Qin State had killed more people than him.

After all, he was the most powerful general of the Qin State, and the killing god who exterminated crimes and slayed demons under the command of Ying Chengjiao.

It's normal that Qin Wuyang is not as good as him.

But where did you, Ying Bu, come from?
An ordinary person, whose name he had never heard of, not only started killing people at the age of thirteen, almost equaling his first killing age, but he also killed three people at the age of thirteen and eighteen people at the age of fourteen!

The number of people Ying Bu killed in two years was four times more than the number he had killed in his entire life.

How could Qin Wuyang, who claimed to be a brave warrior and a good killer, believe this!
If you are really so good at killing, why hasn't your name been spread among the people?
Ying Bu looked at Qin Wuyang in surprise and asked, "Is there anything surprising about this?"

"Where do you think the doctor's cap on Ying's head came from?"

"The height of this crown is made of piled-up human heads!"

"Just look at the caps on the heads of the generals here and you will know that if there are not dozens of heads in the tent or if they have commanded their subordinates to cut off thousands of heads, who would have the face to stand here?!"

Qin Wuyang's heart trembled. You're embarrassed to stand here if you haven't killed dozens of people before?
What are you kidding!
Qin has killed five people, and he is already a warrior known all over the world. Is everyone present braver than Qin? !

As for the plate crown on the head? What does it matter? As long as you are born well, you can get the title without killing anyone!

Qin Wuyang pointed at the fortune teller and said sternly, "Don't try to deceive me!"

"Could it be that even these family soldiers have killed dozens of people?"

Ying Bu followed Qin Wuyang's gesture and twitched his lips. "In Gua Shuchang's tent, there are eight captains alone, and one shot pierced the palm of the King of Wei. He killed no one but the enemy's generals, and he has already collected more than sixty heads."

This man was a personal soldier and an accurate shooter who had been following Chang'an Jun closely since he first stepped onto the battlefield. He was one of the few brave generals who had ever shot and injured a king!

You are asking whose record is bad. Are you asking the fortune teller?

The hexagram man bowed and said calmly: "It's just to protect the master of the house and kill some villains. It's not worth mentioning."

"Compared to the generals, my contribution is insignificant."

"Why does this warrior look like..."

The fortune teller looked at Qin Wuyang with hesitation and asked:

"Scared?"

Qin Wuyang seemed to have his tail stepped on and subconsciously refuted: "How could Qin be afraid!"

"Qin Thirteen kills without blinking an eye!"

"Qin is not afraid of this word at all!"

Su Jiao and Ying Bu tried to get closer to Qin Wuyang in what they thought was a gentle and friendly way, but they didn't know that in Qin Wuyang's eyes, their gentleness was more biting than the cold wind in the coldest days of winter!

Qin Wuyang has always been proud of his ability to kill people at a young age, and he is confident wherever he goes.

As a result, standing among Su Jiao, Ying Bu, Ying Chengjiao and other Qin soldiers, he felt like a murderer surrounded by a group of war criminals.

Compared with Su Jiao, Ying Bu, Ying Chengjiao and other people whose hands are stained with countless blood, Qin Wuyang is just like a child who has never been involved in any domestic activity.

How could he not be afraid?
He was so scared!
(End of this chapter)