Great Wall defense line, barracks.

"Report ......"

Outside the camp, messengers from Xianyang galloped in. He has a black dragon flag behind his back, which is a phenomenon that can only occur when encountering a major incident and sending an urgent official document. The horse under his crotch was snorting and panting, as if he was going to die of exhaustion in the next moment.

This was an urgent official document, and the soldiers in charge of guarding it did not dare to delay, and hurriedly led the messenger towards the Chinese army's big tent.

"General Wang Ben, report to General Wang Ben, important information has come from Xianyang City. Three black dragon flags, thousands of miles of urgent intelligence. Before the messenger could enter, the soldier in charge of the report in front of him had already hurried over.

As soon as the soldier finished speaking, he saw a messenger from Xianyang walk in. He reported to Wang Benyu, who was sitting in the big tent marshal seat: "Report to General Wang Ben, the old general has passed away. ”

"Boom ......"

Wang Ben felt his head buzzing, he stood up suddenly, shook his body a few times, and sat down decadently.

"Daddy......" Wang Ben's mouth let out a heart-rending cry.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, the generals on the side also looked sad. These generals under Wang Ben are all old men of the Wang family. Most of them worked together under Wang Qian, and when the news of Wang Qian's death came, everyone's hearts were like a stone.

Wang Ben cried heartbreakingly, and the generals also looked at each other, they wanted to comfort Wang Ben, but they didn't know what to say.

After about a quarter of an hour, Wang Ben's mood calmed down a little. He wiped away his tears, looked at the generals under his command, and said in a choked tone: "Generals, there will be no war on the Great Wall defense line now, just stick to your own defense line, if there is any emergency, General Ma will decide." Since I need to rush back to Xianyang, I'll leave it to you here. ”

Wang Ben said and bowed heavily to the generals.

"Obey the orders of the king." The generals shouted in unison.

After arranging military affairs, Wang Ben did not dare to delay at all, and took his own soldiers all the way, and hurriedly marched day and night in the direction of Xianyang City.

Wang Jian has been dead for seven days, and his coffin is parked in the mourning hall of the palace. General Wang Jian was also a decent person during his lifetime, and there were countless dignitaries and dignitaries who came to mourn in the past few days. Even the ruling prince Fusu deliberately stayed in the palace for an afternoon, even the first emperor who was on the sickbed was pushed in a wheelchair by the little eunuch in the palace and came here to put a stick of incense on Wang Qian.

The entire Xianyang City was in a very tense atmosphere, and everyone's hearts were depressed. It was as if in their hearts, hanging a boulder.

"Drive, drive, drive."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

At the gate of Xianyang City, dozens of fast horses galloped into the city, and the soldiers at the front shouted loudly, signaling the people in front to get out of the way quickly.

"Who is this? Since you dare to gallop in Xianyang City? And the people stood by the roadside and asked in front of them.

According to the laws of Great Qin, except for emergency military situations, no one is allowed to gallop in the city, and violators will be punished.

"Those who went to the palace should have come to mourn the old general?" Someone looked at the square where the soldier had left and guessed.

"I see that these people all have Bai Ling on their arms, this can't be General Wang Ben." And the people whispered.

"Now that there is a telling road, if the fast horse travels day and night, it can run back and forth from the Great Wall in seven days." A groom who often follows the caravan said.

Palace, mourning hall.

Wang Qian's body was placed in the coffin for seven days, but fortunately, it is the middle of winter in March and September, and the body is still well preserved. The atmosphere in the house was very heavy, and Wang Li knelt beside the coffin for seven days. His legs were swollen, and he looked much more decadent.

"Tread, step, step."

In front of the palace gate, Wang Ben almost jumped off the horse, and he stumbled towards the middle of the palace. Running all the way to the coffin, he stuck his head over and looked at the corpse in the coffin.

"Daddy."

"Dad, the child is unfilial, and he couldn't give you the last ride." Wang Ben let out a heart-rending roar.

The man doesn't flick when he has tears, just to get to the sad place. Wang Ben lay on the coffin, holding his father's hand, his tears couldn't stop flowing, and his lips kept trembling.

Wang Ben cried for a long time, and he cried out all his guilt and all his pain. For his father, Wang Ben is guilty. His father was old, but he was busy with military affairs all day long, and he did not accompany his father well.

For Daqin, Wang Ben can be called a clear conscience, but for his father Wang Qian, Wang Ben cannot be called a clear conscience.

"There is always birth, old age, sickness and death in this voice, General Wang's festival mourns and changes, I believe that the old general has a spirit in the sky, and I don't want to see you like this." Li Si comforted on the side.

Wang Ben wiped his tears, bowed deeply to the ministers outside the mourning hall, and said, "Wang Ben is here to thank you all for being able to come and see my father on his last journey. ”

Three days later, this is the day of the funeral of General Wang Jian. Today, Li Chen is dressed in plain clothes, and he is the leader of the coffin for the old general today.

"The Divine Decree."

Just as the coffin was about to be lifted, the decree of the First Emperor arrived.

"The old general Wang Jian died of illness, and my heart hurts. If there were no old generals, there would be no great Qin today. The old general was specially posthumously named the brave martyr. ”

The First Emperor's decree did not use those words of crepe, but the tone of conversation as if it were a daily conversation. But the more this is the case, the more you can see the sadness in the heart of the first emperor.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wang Ben knelt on the ground and took orders for his father.

Wang Ben put the holy decree on the coffin, and he wept bitterly: "Father, have you heard, have you heard?"

After death, he was crowned a king, although he was not as glorious as Bai Qi's life. But this is also a supreme honor for Daqin, who has not been crowned a monarch for decades. Wang Jian died well, and he used his actions to prove that he was following the right emperor.

The First Emperor is undoubtedly a person worth following, and they are all famous generals in Chinese history. Wang Qian, the general who died a good death, is undoubtedly happy compared to Han Xin, who was stabbed to death by a woman, and Xu Da, who died of a mouthful of burning goose poison.

"Lift the coffin." Lees's voice rang out.

The mourning procession was slow, and they walked out of the city step by step. The paper money fluttering in the sky was like a rain. In the funeral procession, there were countless princes and nobles, and almost all the people with heads and faces in Xianyang came to see off General Wang Qian.

On both sides of the road were people with heavy faces. Under the gaze of the people, the coffin of the old general Wang Jian went out of the city and went all the way to the selected feng shui treasure outside the city.

The cemetery is located in a place near mountains and rivers, the environment here is very good, maybe the old general in another world, will also reclaim a small square field, and then work all day long.