NOVEL WEB Da Qin: Sharing a historical copy to the First Emperor at the beginning
Chapter 21
The picture presented by the Cangtian Realm Gate in everyone's minds has been played at this point.
After the picture is completely over.
In addition to anger, all the old Qin people had mixed tastes in their hearts.
The same goes for Zulong.
But the situation in Xianyang City was too critical to delay for a quarter of an hour.
Whether it's anger or all other emotions, there's not much time to burst out.
Zulong and the others suppressed their extreme anger in their hearts, only waiting for a war with Xiang Yu's army!
Hundreds of thousands of troops brought up billowing smoke and dust all the way to Xianyang.
Meanwhile.
Inside Xianyang City.
Although the child infected many soldiers who lost their fighting spirit with their own blood.
But the forces to defend the city were still too scarce.
Compared with the hundreds of thousands of troops of Xiang Yu's group army, it was like a mantis as a car, and a grasshopper shook a tree.
Although the child knows that hope is so slim that there is not a glimmer of light.
But as a descendant of the royal family of Daqin, he was unwilling to let Xianyang City break down just like that.
Therefore, after encouraging tens of thousands of soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit, Zi Ying left directly.
He must pull out another living force in a short period of time.
No matter how hard it is, he has to do it!
He didn't know that not far away, the First Emperor was rolling in with an army of 500,000!
He only knew that as long as he, the old Qin, still had a breath left, he would not give up resistance.
And this is exactly what Yingli and Zulong said, the power rooted in the hearts of the descendants of Yanhuang!
This kind of power, even after thousands of years, will not disappear in Yan Huang's heart!
Driven by this firm mind, Zi Ying led several soldiers and ran through the empty Xianyang City.
At this time, Xianyang City, shrouded in red haze, began to rain lightly.
It was as if the city was sobbing softly.
Even if the city is empty, the child can still feel the despair that pervades every corner, overwhelming people.
In the face of Xiang Yu's group army of hundreds of thousands, how could the people in this isolated city not despair?
But what the child has to do is to break through the mountain-like despair in the hearts of the people and bring them a glimmer of light.
The resolute voice of the child pierced through the thin rain curtain and drifted into the ears of the people of Xianyang City who closed their doors.
"The old Qin people, who used to hear the battle and rejoice, were they afraid when they faced the army of the thief Xiang Yu?"
"Now Ziying has decided to die calmly for Xianyang City, but before I die, I want to see with my own eyes again the courage of the old Qin people to blatantly charge in the face of the enemy army!"
"People of Xianyang City!"
"The child knows the fear in your hearts and understands the despair in your hearts!"
"If the enemy outside the city is not Xiang Yu, the butcher, that child will never disturb you!"
"But his is indeed Xiang Yu, the Xiang Yu whose hands are stained with blood and who likes to commit violent slaughter!"
"You can hide in the room now, but can you hide from the butcher's blade?"
"The child is here, just ask you one word!"
"Do you want to die like a warrior on the way to the charge, or do you want to wait quietly like livestock for the butcher knife of the Chu army?"
The robe on Ziyang's body had long been wet with the tears sobbing of Xianyang City, and his body was as tall as an aspen in the desert!
Hopeful eyes looked at the closed doors of the houses in the city.
Without clothes, the Qin Feng poetry ballad that robe with his son rose far away in the city.
As the child and his soldiers who were ready to die generously, they rushed.
In Xianyang City, more and more closed doors were opened.
The courage of the child was like the dawn in the hearts of the old Qin people in the city, opening the door in their hearts that was closed by fear and despair!
More and more people heard the sound of their children crying blood.
The people gathered in front of the child and looked at him fixedly.
Zi Ying looked at the old Qin people gathered in front of him, grinned his bloodstained lips, and laughed silently!
He looked at the eyes of these old Qin people who still had fear in their eyes, and said in a loud voice:
"Zi Ying knows that the Chu army outside the city is hundreds of thousands!"
"But as the last people of the Great Qin Empire, the last thing we lack is the courage to charge and kill the enemy!"
"In the face of those hundreds of thousands of Chu troops, we people may be tens of thousands of fleas!"
"But the little flea dares to charge and challenge the human beings that are countless times larger than him!"
"Do you think this can be called courage?"
"Can't! Fleas are nothing to say about courage! "
"Courage is to first understand the fear and despair in your hearts!"
"And defeat them as best possible and turn them into bags!"
"When you can overcome fear, your eyes will not be desperate! Your bodies will not tremble! You dare to show your blades towards hundreds of thousands of Chu troops! "
"The hymn of the Qin people is the hymn of courage!"
"The greatness of the Qin people is the greatness of courage!"
"As a Qin person, you should move forward in the face of fear!"
"As a Qin person, show your blade towards death!"
"The will to be trapped, there is death and no life!"
As the sound of the child and baby sounded, more and more people's eyes revived with a look called resistance!
They remembered what courage is!
They remembered the arrogance of the old Qin people who were overjoyed when they heard the battle!
The eyes of the people present, soaked with fear and despair, were gradually overcome by courage!
Originally waiting for death, his face like stagnant water gradually came to life!
Originally, their hearts were like ashes, and they had no intention of resisting, but under the encouragement of their children and infants, their fighting intent gradually became awe-inspiring!
At this time, they are no longer lambs to be slaughtered!
At this time, they are lion tigers who are ready to tear off the flesh and blood of the Chu army at any time!
Zi Ying looked at the old Qin man who was full of fighting spirit and shouted in a hissing voice:
"As proud people of the Great Qin Empire, do you lack courage?"
"There is no shortage!" The people present roared loudly.
"Zhao Jiao Lao Qin, go to the country together!"
"Since we can't stop the Chu army, we can destroy with the country!"
"Kill!"
The people in the venue dispelled the fear and despair in their hearts, and roared deafeningly!
Zi Ying, standing in the center of the crowd, with wet tears in the corners of his eyes, stared in the direction of the Lishan Imperial Mausoleum, shouting anticipation in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, this is the last thing the child can do!"
"The last old Qin will launch the last death charge!"
"Your Majesty, please wait, Ziying will soon be able to go to see you with the lives of a few Chu troops!"
Gradually, as Zi Ying's voice fell, the drizzling rain in Xianyang City also stopped silently.
A ray of sunlight, penetrating the red haze, shone directly on the child, as if covered with a layer of golden battle armor.
And just when Ziying launched the final mobilization, Zhao Gao and Huhai were in Zhangtai Palace, plotting for their own lives.
Xiang Yu, who had made all the pre-battle preparations outside the city, slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand and roared loudly.
"Overthrow Tyranny Qin, just today!"
"Sons and daughters of Jiangdong, follow King Ben!"
"Kill!"
Like a tsunami sweeping the Chu army, the shouts of killing shook the surrounding smoke.
Hundreds of thousands of high-raised blades look extremely cold in the sun!
Hundreds of thousands of Chu troops rushed towards Xianyang City under Xiang Yu's order!
Xianyang City is broken, only in an instant!
Daqin perished, only in an instant!
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After the picture is completely over.
In addition to anger, all the old Qin people had mixed tastes in their hearts.
The same goes for Zulong.
But the situation in Xianyang City was too critical to delay for a quarter of an hour.
Whether it's anger or all other emotions, there's not much time to burst out.
Zulong and the others suppressed their extreme anger in their hearts, only waiting for a war with Xiang Yu's army!
Hundreds of thousands of troops brought up billowing smoke and dust all the way to Xianyang.
Meanwhile.
Inside Xianyang City.
Although the child infected many soldiers who lost their fighting spirit with their own blood.
But the forces to defend the city were still too scarce.
Compared with the hundreds of thousands of troops of Xiang Yu's group army, it was like a mantis as a car, and a grasshopper shook a tree.
Although the child knows that hope is so slim that there is not a glimmer of light.
But as a descendant of the royal family of Daqin, he was unwilling to let Xianyang City break down just like that.
Therefore, after encouraging tens of thousands of soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit, Zi Ying left directly.
He must pull out another living force in a short period of time.
No matter how hard it is, he has to do it!
He didn't know that not far away, the First Emperor was rolling in with an army of 500,000!
He only knew that as long as he, the old Qin, still had a breath left, he would not give up resistance.
And this is exactly what Yingli and Zulong said, the power rooted in the hearts of the descendants of Yanhuang!
This kind of power, even after thousands of years, will not disappear in Yan Huang's heart!
Driven by this firm mind, Zi Ying led several soldiers and ran through the empty Xianyang City.
At this time, Xianyang City, shrouded in red haze, began to rain lightly.
It was as if the city was sobbing softly.
Even if the city is empty, the child can still feel the despair that pervades every corner, overwhelming people.
In the face of Xiang Yu's group army of hundreds of thousands, how could the people in this isolated city not despair?
But what the child has to do is to break through the mountain-like despair in the hearts of the people and bring them a glimmer of light.
The resolute voice of the child pierced through the thin rain curtain and drifted into the ears of the people of Xianyang City who closed their doors.
"The old Qin people, who used to hear the battle and rejoice, were they afraid when they faced the army of the thief Xiang Yu?"
"Now Ziying has decided to die calmly for Xianyang City, but before I die, I want to see with my own eyes again the courage of the old Qin people to blatantly charge in the face of the enemy army!"
"People of Xianyang City!"
"The child knows the fear in your hearts and understands the despair in your hearts!"
"If the enemy outside the city is not Xiang Yu, the butcher, that child will never disturb you!"
"But his is indeed Xiang Yu, the Xiang Yu whose hands are stained with blood and who likes to commit violent slaughter!"
"You can hide in the room now, but can you hide from the butcher's blade?"
"The child is here, just ask you one word!"
"Do you want to die like a warrior on the way to the charge, or do you want to wait quietly like livestock for the butcher knife of the Chu army?"
The robe on Ziyang's body had long been wet with the tears sobbing of Xianyang City, and his body was as tall as an aspen in the desert!
Hopeful eyes looked at the closed doors of the houses in the city.
Without clothes, the Qin Feng poetry ballad that robe with his son rose far away in the city.
As the child and his soldiers who were ready to die generously, they rushed.
In Xianyang City, more and more closed doors were opened.
The courage of the child was like the dawn in the hearts of the old Qin people in the city, opening the door in their hearts that was closed by fear and despair!
More and more people heard the sound of their children crying blood.
The people gathered in front of the child and looked at him fixedly.
Zi Ying looked at the old Qin people gathered in front of him, grinned his bloodstained lips, and laughed silently!
He looked at the eyes of these old Qin people who still had fear in their eyes, and said in a loud voice:
"Zi Ying knows that the Chu army outside the city is hundreds of thousands!"
"But as the last people of the Great Qin Empire, the last thing we lack is the courage to charge and kill the enemy!"
"In the face of those hundreds of thousands of Chu troops, we people may be tens of thousands of fleas!"
"But the little flea dares to charge and challenge the human beings that are countless times larger than him!"
"Do you think this can be called courage?"
"Can't! Fleas are nothing to say about courage! "
"Courage is to first understand the fear and despair in your hearts!"
"And defeat them as best possible and turn them into bags!"
"When you can overcome fear, your eyes will not be desperate! Your bodies will not tremble! You dare to show your blades towards hundreds of thousands of Chu troops! "
"The hymn of the Qin people is the hymn of courage!"
"The greatness of the Qin people is the greatness of courage!"
"As a Qin person, you should move forward in the face of fear!"
"As a Qin person, show your blade towards death!"
"The will to be trapped, there is death and no life!"
As the sound of the child and baby sounded, more and more people's eyes revived with a look called resistance!
They remembered what courage is!
They remembered the arrogance of the old Qin people who were overjoyed when they heard the battle!
The eyes of the people present, soaked with fear and despair, were gradually overcome by courage!
Originally waiting for death, his face like stagnant water gradually came to life!
Originally, their hearts were like ashes, and they had no intention of resisting, but under the encouragement of their children and infants, their fighting intent gradually became awe-inspiring!
At this time, they are no longer lambs to be slaughtered!
At this time, they are lion tigers who are ready to tear off the flesh and blood of the Chu army at any time!
Zi Ying looked at the old Qin man who was full of fighting spirit and shouted in a hissing voice:
"As proud people of the Great Qin Empire, do you lack courage?"
"There is no shortage!" The people present roared loudly.
"Zhao Jiao Lao Qin, go to the country together!"
"Since we can't stop the Chu army, we can destroy with the country!"
"Kill!"
The people in the venue dispelled the fear and despair in their hearts, and roared deafeningly!
Zi Ying, standing in the center of the crowd, with wet tears in the corners of his eyes, stared in the direction of the Lishan Imperial Mausoleum, shouting anticipation in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, this is the last thing the child can do!"
"The last old Qin will launch the last death charge!"
"Your Majesty, please wait, Ziying will soon be able to go to see you with the lives of a few Chu troops!"
Gradually, as Zi Ying's voice fell, the drizzling rain in Xianyang City also stopped silently.
A ray of sunlight, penetrating the red haze, shone directly on the child, as if covered with a layer of golden battle armor.
And just when Ziying launched the final mobilization, Zhao Gao and Huhai were in Zhangtai Palace, plotting for their own lives.
Xiang Yu, who had made all the pre-battle preparations outside the city, slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand and roared loudly.
"Overthrow Tyranny Qin, just today!"
"Sons and daughters of Jiangdong, follow King Ben!"
"Kill!"
Like a tsunami sweeping the Chu army, the shouts of killing shook the surrounding smoke.
Hundreds of thousands of high-raised blades look extremely cold in the sun!
Hundreds of thousands of Chu troops rushed towards Xianyang City under Xiang Yu's order!
Xianyang City is broken, only in an instant!
Daqin perished, only in an instant!
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