The first emperor did not, and Yu Wei was shocked by the customs. - "On the Passage of Qin"

It should be a time of great light, and the clouds gather together in the middle of the day, but they cannot obscure the day.

When the day dawned, the guard of honor was opened, and the coffin was lifted, and slowly walked towards the mausoleum of the palace.

The ministers stood in front of the mausoleum to perform their respects, and a strong wind caused the robe to roll up, and the flag to be tightened.

The rise of loess seemed to seal the half of the city with smoke and sand.

Gu Nan stood on that high place, wearing clothes and armor, holding the standing spear.

The wind was blowing in his ears, his face armor was chilled by the wind, and the color of the world was pale and yellow.

The mausoleums of the past dynasties began to be built after the succession of the kings of the previous dynasties, and the mausoleum of the first emperor was like this, but Gu Nan had never been here before.

This is the first time I can see it so clearly.

A gravel was blown down from a great height, and fell down the slope towards the mausoleum, and fell to the ground with a soft thud, as if it had disturbed something and as if nothing had been disturbed.

There was silence in the mausoleum, and the only thing standing was the countless clay figurines in front of the burial room.

The appearance of the clay figurines is a soldier, a soldier and a horse, and a chariot. It is painted with colored lacquer, and its complexion is like that of a living person.

Standing in front of the terracotta warriors was a band of faceless soldiers, dressed in pure black armor.

Their faces were covered by the hideous beast armor, so they couldn't leave their masks, and some only had the cold, consistent armor.

In front of the covered soldiers was an equally covered general, who was slightly thin, with a spear at his side and a gridless sword at his waist.

The only difference is that the figurines are not painted on the map, but only a stone white.

Everything was silent, and countless clay figurines stood there, looking at the dome.

The coffin went into the tomb, and the people on both sides began to bury the tomb.

Dirt and stones were sprinkled down on both sides, falling on their bodies, on their shoulders, slipping off their bodies, and piling up under their feet.

Until everything is returned to the loess, there is no longer any reveal.

After the ceremony, when the group of ministers gradually left, and the honor team dispersed, Li Si stood there alone, looking at the end of the endless sky, his eyes resolute.

If the people suffer today, and the people are hungry, the old nobles and grievances will surely stir up arrogance again.

Now that the First Emperor has passed away, he understands that the world is going to be in chaos again, and this chaos is about to arise.

The old and slightly gloomy figure was isolated there, the sand blew past his feet, his eyes were lightly closed, and Li Si carried his hands on his shoulders, as if he was standing in front of heaven and earth.

The sky was cold, and Li Si's gray hair was blown by the long wind, he may have seen what Daqin's future was and what his own road was ahead.

But he didn't seem to have the intention of taking half a step back.

In the distance, a white-robed man walked towards him, spear in his hand, and the spear blade dragged across the ground.

The two glanced at each other, and the white robe walked past him.

"Scholar, what do you say, what is the back road of this Great Qin?"

A question came from behind him.

Li Si chuckled, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "It's too big to burn this thin sky to the ground." ”

"Daqin is still there, Si is the prime minister, and the prime minister is the minister and the country."

"The death of Great Qin is just a martyrdom in the loess with this rotten body, what a way."

The white-robed man behind him was silent for a moment, then raised his head and asked.

"Together?"

"Let's go together."

The yellow sand was gone, and the white-robed man departed.

Li Si stood in place, looked up and smiled, laughed at the end, and sighed slowly.

"Prosperous, where?"

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Wu'an Jun's Mansion.

Under the withered branches of the old tree, Gu Nan stood in a white robe with a sword, and his figure looked a little thin.

She stretched out her hand, and placed her palm on the hilt of the sword, which was gently grasped by the palm. With a soft sound, the corner of the blade in the scabbard shone out, and the slightly cool sword light fell to the ground.

The first emperor collapsed, Fusu succeeded to the throne, at the age of twelve, the prime minister Li Sizuozheng, ordered all parts of the garrison armor, and transferred food affairs to various places.

However, the chaos ended, the old lords of various countries called the world chaotic and the people suffered, raised the flag, Qin Zheng had no way, God gave it to die, and the response was gathered for a while.

A fallen leaf fell from the dead branch of the old tree, and the Wuge in Gu Nan's hand was also pulled out of the scabbard, and slashed into the air through the half-green and half-yellow dead leaves.

The sword light disappeared, and the dead leaves broke off and floated to the ground.

On the frontier, the Mongolian army guarded the Xiongnu, and there was a shortage of food aid, and they were struggling to defend Yanmen.

The Qin army suppressed rebellions in various places, but 200,000 troops still resisted the Xiongnu outside the borders, and the garrisons were empty.

Chaos abounded, and countless people gathered. The Qin army was outnumbered and broke one after another. There were only a few rebels, which were suppressed and pacified by the Qin army.

When he returned to Xianyang, Qin had lost his position, and Xianyang had become an isolated city.

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Outside the frontier.

The sand and dust raised by the strong wind made people unable to open their eyes, and tens of thousands of soldiers stood in front of the Yanmen Pass, their long swords drawn out and hanging by their sides.

In the army, it was a banner embroidered with a masked letter, and the flag was torn by the strong wind and hunted.

A general led the army in front, his clothes and armor were covered with dust, and his face was yellow, but his eyes still carried that majestic meaning, and he was Meng Tian who guarded Yanmen.

There was no food left in the army, and after several days of food outage, the Huns still did not retreat.

The country was in turmoil again, and there was turmoil in various places, if the Xiongnu broke the army to the south, it would really make the Central Plains collapse.

The wind in the grassland was chaotic, and before the Qin army's military array, the sound of horses galloping could be heard at the end of the world.

Then the smoke and dust covered the sky, and the wind was chaotic.

The Mongolian army under that banner clenched his armor, his eyes raised, and the indescribable look should be calm, angry, and dead.

Meng Yi held the banner alof, holding his long sword in his right hand.

Holding the spear, Meng Tian on the horse pursed his chapped lips weakly, clenched his hand tightly, the tip of the spear trembled slightly, and pulled the reins of the war horse under him.

One day, he will take his army and immediately pass the front, so that the Qin army will dare to offend.

The Huns got closer and closer, the blade in his hand glowing with a cold light, and howling like a wild beast.

In the hand holding the spear, the green tendons swelled, Meng Tian's eyes opened angrily, his pupils tightened, and when the Huns almost rushed closer, he roared with all his strength.

"Defend my mountains and rivers!!"

The eyes reflected the endless former enemy, the spear raised, the horse's hooves raised.

"Ahh

The blood in the chest cavity is hot, like a reverse flow of blood.

There was a terrifying roar among the Mongol troops, and even the blade raised by the Hun seemed to be startled.

The two armies touched each other, flesh and blood flew, and the sky and earth were red. The grass was stained red, and the blood soaked in the soil.

The corpses in one place fell, and the blood and water gathered.

Until the killing sound is gone.

Only the remnant of the army stood there covered in blood. The flag was broken, but it stood diagonally, and its shadow fell to the ground.

Meng Tian stood with his sword on his hand, looking at the retreating figure. He grinned, and blood flowed from his mouth, soaking into his armor.

Raising his head, his eyes were blood-red, and he looked to the east.

His mouth opened slightly for a while, and he spit out two words: "Great Qin." ”

He should have lost his strength and knelt between the corpses.