Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

Chapter 199 Spell

"Oh? What did you ask?"

Ying Zheng was not interested in Hu Hai's questions and continued to handle state affairs.

Fusu knew about A's weird ideas.

"Brother, this is the question Hu Hai once asked other teachers."

"How did the teacher answer you?"

As he said this, Fusu was already staring at the small shoulder bag on Hu Hai.

"The master talked a lot with Hu Hai and praised Hu Hai for his intelligence."

Noticing his elder brother's gaze, Hu Hai subconsciously covered the small shoulder bag with his hands.

Fusu did not say anything, just looked at Hu Hai quietly. Soon, Hu Hai could not stand his elder brother's gaze anymore, and slowly took out the small notebook from his small bag.

"Brother, you must return it to Hu Hai after you have read it."

"There are many characters in this book that Hu Hai can't write, so it was the teacher who wrote them for him."

Faced with Hu Hai's reluctance, Fusu raised his hand and took the notebook from Hu Hai's hand, opened it, and looked at the neat words that appeared between the crooked handwriting on it, and Fusu sneered.

"From now on, add half an hour to your calligraphy practice every day."

After saying this, he ignored Hu Hai's exclamation and began to read the contents carefully.

When Hu Hai came out of Zhangtai Palace and returned to his residence, he saw that several of his brothers were already waiting there.

I suddenly felt terrible. This palace was too hostile to me.

After that, Hu Hai went to the Prime Minister's Mansion every day, either to ask questions or to practice calligraphy with the teacher.

Before we knew it, it was already late autumn.

And this autumn, good news finally came back from the land of Baiyue.

Nanyue was captured by the Qin army.

The armies of General Wang Jian and General Tu Sui joined forces and prepared to attack Xiou and Luoyue.

In the barracks

Generals Wang Jian and Tu Sui were sitting in the big tent.

"Do you think we can trust this messenger?"

After the guards left, Tu Sui frowned and looked at the token in his hand.

Wang Jian also had a serious expression.

"The token belongs to the Prime Minister's Mansion, that's correct."

"However, the Marquis did not send any message saying that he had sent another person to Baiyue."

Wang Jian took the token handed to him by Tu Sui and rubbed it repeatedly in his hand.

"Could it be that the Marquis forgot?"

Tu Sui had a full beard and his rough hands were placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. The sword looked like a sheathed sword, heavy and dangerous.

Wang Jian shook his head. "My Lord, you are always thorough in your work. You wouldn't have forgotten."

The two of them thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

"Well, let's not cut off contact with him yet. Let's wait for him to send us a message again and see if it's true or not."

Tu Sui nodded, "That's the only way."

Just as the two were talking, a guard came to report from outside.

"General, His Majesty has sent new weapons."

Wang Jian and Tu Sui stood up and walked out.

"Greetings to the two generals."

Meng Yi stepped forward to greet him.

"Hurry up and get up," Wang Jian looked at the much stronger Meng Yi, "When did you come back from Korea?"

Meng Yi smiled, revealing his white teeth. "Before the autumn harvest, His Majesty issued a summons. After the harvest, new officials will take up their posts in Joseon, and we will return to Xianyang."

"Okay." Wang Jian patted Meng Yi's shoulder with his big hand. Seeing that Meng Yi didn't move at all, he felt even more satisfied.

"Good boy, you haven't forgotten your martial arts even after spending several years in Korea."

Meng Yi bowed, "I cannot compare to your bravery."

Meng Yi didn't even frown at the pain in his shoulder and continued to chat with Wang Jian.

"Generals, please take a look! This is a cannon. It's a new type of weapon that the Marquis ordered the Mohists to manufacture."

As he was speaking, Meng Yi brought Wang Jian and Tu Sui to a cannon.

Wang Jian and Tu Sui looked around the cannon curiously, but they couldn't make out anything special.

"How do I use this?"

Meng Yi waved his hand, and soldiers pushed a cannon to a flat place.

The sound of the wheels rolling on the ground attracted many people to watch.

"Generals, come and see the power of this artillery."

The soldiers adjusted their artillery and aimed it at a hilltop.

"This batch of artillery has been improved and has a longer range than the previous batch. However, due to the scarcity of materials, only thirty have been produced so far. Your Majesty will send twenty to the two generals for their use."

"Help the two generals conquer Baiyue as soon as possible."

"Tingwei, the artillery is ready."

Meng Yi glanced at Wang Jian, Wang Jian nodded, Meng Yi raised his hand, and heard a "bang"

There was a loud bang, as if the earth was shaking.

"This"

Tu Sui pointed to the distance with one hand, widened his eyes, and looked at Meng Yi in shock. He wanted to speak, but felt a buzzing in his ears.

It took a long time before a sound was made.

"Divine weapon, this is the real divine weapon."

"Ha ha ha ha"

Tu Sui ran forward happily, wanting to touch the shell of the cannon as if it was his treasure, but then he withdrew his hand, wiped it on his clothes, and then put his hand on it.

The rugged man was as happy as a child who got a toy at this moment.

"Hahaha, with these treasures, those Yue people won't have the courage to fight us."

Wang Jian also rubbed his hands happily, looking at the twenty cannons with burning eyes.

Quickly order people to learn how to use artillery.

Tu Sui took the generals with him and personally learned how to use artillery.

In a few days, let those Yue people broaden their horizons.

On the other side, in Xiou territory, a dark-faced man was quickly nibbling on the bread in his hand.

Because the biscuit was too hard, he choked and stretched his neck several times before he could barely swallow it.

"Eat slowly, here."

The man next to him threw a water bag over as he spoke.

The man eating the pancake was Liu Ji. He hurriedly caught the water bag, unplugged it and drank a few mouthfuls of water. Only then did he feel much better.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of thunder in the distance, and then it seemed as if the mountains were shaking.

"Heavenly punishment,"

"This is a punishment from heaven."

Thunder roared out of nowhere, causing the mountain to tremble.

Liu Ji spoke fluent Vietnamese and fell to the ground in fear, not even caring about the bread and water that had fallen.

Of course, there are many people like Liu Ji.

They all lay on the ground, trembling, not daring to move.

"The gods are wrathful."

"God forgive me."

"Snapped"

The sound of the whip hitting the ground was particularly loud.

"Everyone, get up and stop talking nonsense."

"That's the spell used by the Qin people."

"The Qin people are brutal and ruthless, and they are accustomed to using spells."

"Those people of Nanyue were controlled by the Qin people's spells. Now they have been sent as slaves to do hard labor for the Qin people."

"In order to avoid being captured and controlled by the Qin people, we have no choice but to fight to the death."

"Only by driving away the Qin people can we return to our former good life."

As he was speaking, he saw that some people still refused to stand up, so he whipped them a few more times.

In an instant, the man's skin was torn into pieces and he fell to the ground screaming.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I'm getting up."

Liu Ji was so frightened that his body trembled. With the help of the people next to him, the two stood up and carefully hid in the crowd.

After the man left, Liu Ji picked up the uneaten bread and the little water left from the ground.