I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

I thought it was easy to push it this way, and thought that there were no so-called soldiers and no so-called cronies of Li Mu, so I relaxed a little.

Now the soldier was so frightened that he had to shout for courage, which made him panic too.

In the final analysis, this is a rebellion. If you are not careful, you will die without a place to bury you. It is a business of punishing the nine clans.

Of course, it is also extraordinarily rich in profits.

Lejian doesn't do things that he is not sure about. When he and Le Cheng fled from the country of Yan back then, he was always behind Le Cheng and was always a secret figure.

If it wasn't for Le Cheng's thoughts and control of Handan, he would have hidden in secret until his death.

Now if it wasn't for Li Mu, Quzheng and the two not giving Le Jian a way to survive, he wouldn't even have thought of being placed under house arrest.

If that's the case, if he doesn't rebel during the happy time, and if he doesn't rebel during this period of prosperity, I'm afraid he will lose his chance.

"The dead man came back to life! He came back to life!" The soldier heard a roar when he finished speaking, and Le Jian felt a daze before his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the soldier in front of him had turned into minced meat.

A ball of minced meat nailed to the ground by crossbow arrows.

Le Jian tremblingly raised his head and looked forward.

The smoke and dust in front of it was ups and downs, so I couldn't see clearly, I could only see a rough outline.

It was a horse with what appeared to be a man sitting on it.

"Riding and shooting in Hu clothing is the foundation of our country and must not be lost."

It seemed that someone whispered in his ear, and the smoke and dust dispersed a little.

It's a little more real in front of my eyes.

It was a skeleton, it should be said that it was a Zhao Qi shooter put together by a bunch of skeletons.

"Hu Fu rides and shoots to shock the northern border, and his martial arts are no match for the King of Martial Arts!"

Le Jian panicked, or was afraid.

He knew that the general situation was over, no matter how many pawns he had, or how many hole cards he had, the current him, under this extraordinary power, was just an ant, an ant who was shot to death casually.

……

King Zhao Mourning had a dream, this dream was not real, even a little fake, let him understand it was a dream in an instant.

Everything in front of me is like a mirror in a mirror, extremely false, but also terrifyingly real.

Or in other words, because the truth is terrible, it appears extraordinarily false.

The place in this dream is still Handan of Zhao State, and it is still this royal palace.

It's just that it's not him who is sitting on the bed, but a man with a majestic face, who looks very familiar upon closer inspection.

"Who are you?" King Zhao Mourning Xiang just asked, and the sense of intimacy in his heart made his tense thoughts relax for a while.

After all, it was just a dream, so what is there to be afraid of?

Could it be worse than the outside scene?

King Zhao Mourning is not a fool, nor is he a child, he was trained by King Zhao Xiaocheng as the prince, and he has learned the art of emperor for several years.

If Zhao Xiaocheng hadn't been confused at the beginning and handed over all the power of the general and government to Le Cheng when he was confused, he wouldn't have ended up in such a mess.

Everything now is just hiding clumsiness, whether it is the panic and fear when Le Cheng is in control, or the trust in Li Mu and Quzheng, it is nothing but hiding clumsiness.

A foolish and cowardly person will always be easier to control than a wise and powerful one. Only by being clumsy can he, King Zhao Mourning, not die suddenly at any time.

"Who is the widow?" The man in front of him was full of power when he spoke, and the words of the widow pushed King Zhao Mourning down.

It is clear that King Zhao Mourning is the emperor, but he is still so suppressed by this widow that he dare not speak, nor can he speak.

"Could it be possible for the ancestors of the Zhao family not to offer sacrifices to the widows?"

King Zhao Mourning heard this sentence, although he didn't guess who was in front of him, but he still knew how to make connections, so he immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and cried: "The unworthy descendants of Zhao Yan have seen the ancestors of the Zhao family."

"Crying, what do you look like?" The man frowned and reprimanded, "The widow knows all about the outside affairs, and you are not to blame for this matter, so naturally the widow will not be angry."

King Zhao Mourning knew that there was something going on when he heard the words, and he even confirmed that it was the ancestor who entrusted him with a dream to revitalize the country of Zhao.

It's not that he's superstitious, it's just that there are many legends about Qin Tianzi winning the government, which makes this kind of extraordinaryness a matter of course.

"The unworthy descendants are ashamed of their ancestors, ashamed of their ancestors." Without any scruples about face, King Zhao Mourning immediately burst into tears, as if he had been wronged so much.

"Crying and crying again, don't blame the widows for not caring about you." The man in front of him flicked his right hand lightly, but there was no other movement, and King Zhao Mourning felt that his mouth was tightly blocked, unable to speak or make any sound.

"Listen up." The man sat upright, his body overwhelming, "If I remember correctly, you guys call me the Martial King."

King Zhao Mourning's eyes widened. Although this King Zhao Wuling was starved to death later, his sentence of riding and shooting in Hufu instantly made Zhao's national strength rise, and became the confidence to wrestle with the other six countries.

"If you're not mistaken, the outside is almost here." King Wuling of Zhao glanced at the weeping descendant in disgust, "The widow borrowed Zhao Qi shooter from you, you'd better make good use of it, let the country of Zhao be unified, and you can't make mistakes .Otherwise, when you come down, you will suffer.”

King Zhao Mourning knew what it meant to come down, but how could it be possible to compete with Yingzheng, known as the "Son of Heaven" with just a Hu suit riding and shooting?

But there was no chance to refute. King Zhao Mourning only felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes, it still looked like a palace, but it was no longer peaceful in the dream, and there were shouts of killing everywhere.

As if in a lifetime, everything before seemed really just a dream.

"Your Majesty, are you startled?" The maid beside her endured her fear and spoke slowly, for fear of scaring King Zhao Mourning.

King Zhao Mourning didn't pay attention, he had an article in his mind, or a practice.

The first sentence of the opening article is: "Hu Fu rides and shoots to shock the northern border, and his martial arts are no better than the King of Wuling!"

"Hu Fu rides and shoots the northern border, and his martial arts are no match for the King of Wuling!" King Zhao Mourning read slowly, followed by a burst of shouts.

It seems that the ancestors whispered, and the dead soldiers called, one after another voice echoed in this land: "Hu clothing, riding and shooting is the foundation of our country, and we must not lose it."

One figure after another emerged, and this figure was extraordinarily burly and strong, except that it had no flesh and blood, and its other decorations were the same as Zhao Guo's soldiers.

"Hu Fu rides and shoots to shock the northern border, and his martial arts are no match for the King of Martial Arts!"

This time it was shouted out by this group of soldiers, the voice was loud, and it seemed extraordinarily intrusive.

They didn't look at King Zhao Mourning, they just walked out of the bedroom step by step past the stunned servant girl and guards.

Not long after, the shouts of killing outside dissipated, some were only crying for help, and some were only screaming.

King Zhao Mourning Xiang only felt that his head was a little dizzy, as if those soldiers came out with his mind.

Right now, he feels extremely tired.