In the blink of an eye, it was another dawn, and the cavalry of Zhao State, who had left in a hurry, finally returned to the camp. Returning with them, there was also the good news that all the grain and straw in the east of Zhou Wangji had been destroyed.

And with the return of the Zhao army, the arson plan of the coalition forces was finally completed.

Although there was a little accident in it. Han Zhiguo became the only victim.

However, in exchange for the strategic passivity of the Qin State at the cost of 10,000 people, this account is more affordable for the coalition forces.

It's just that it's like the dust of history falling on ordinary people, it's like a big mountain, and the price of these 10,000 people has all fallen on Han Jun, which really makes Han Zhiguo, who is a small soldier, feel distressed.

Coupled with borrowing grain and other things, General Han Zhiguo's heart could not help but retreat.

Not only the general of Han Zhiguo, but even the king of Han, after receiving the battle report from the front, immediately wanted to draw troops and leave.

It's just that the troops have already been invested, and the losses have already been generated, and if they are withdrawn like this, it will be even more unworthy.

Such a gambler's idea is not difficult to guess, Xinlingjun naturally knows it, Xinlingjun knows better, as long as there is Zhou Wangji's fat hanging meat, he is not afraid of Han Wang withdrawing his troops and leaving.

It's a pity that Xin Lingjun forgot that he was not playing this game of chess alone.

Sitting opposite him was King Qin Zhaoxiang, who had ruled the Qin State for decades, a Qin King who could swallow his anger for decades under the wings of his mother and uncle, and a King of Qin who pulled the Qin State out of the quagmire of the Central Plains and formulated a national policy of distant friendship and close attack; A Qin king who laid the foundation for Qin's invincibility over the Six Kingdoms.

His political wisdom, his broad mind, and his long-term vision, even if it is Zhao Kuo, I am afraid that they will give three points.

Faced with the predicament of the front, how could the King of Qin sit still and wait for death.

As early as a few months ago, his envoy had already been dispatched, and not only Han Zhiguo, but even the feuding Zhao State, had arranged envoys.

On the battlefield, Wang Yi also personally led a large army to block the grain channel of South Korea, and the king of Han was already a little shaken.

Coupled with the tens of thousands of Han troops who were ambushed, King Qin knew very well that it was time for a showdown with King Han.

Immediately, a silk letter was carefully sealed, then tied to the pigeon's legs, and flew across thousands of miles to Handan.

That's right, it's not the Xinzheng of Han Zhiguo, but the Handan of Zhao State.

In the dark night, a big hand grabbed the carrier pigeon that had just flown in, and skillfully removed the silk book on the pigeon's leg.

The sealed silk book was quickly passed on to the other big hand.

On the secret potion map, the special wax pill gradually dissipated, carefully took out the silk book, and then smeared it with the potion, and the handwriting slowly appeared.

The content of the silk book is very simple, only ten words.

"Protect the son's Han, hand it over to the envoy Tu Jia."

It's just that the person holding the silk book frowned, obviously, this matter is not easy to handle.

However, it is normal that it is not easy to do, which is also the meaning of their existence on the Black Ice Terrace.

The son of Qin in Zhao knows who it is without asking, and as for why it is "Zhihan", it is not for them to know.

And to be able to use such a dense wax pill to transmit information, the urgency of its task is self-evident.

Without the slightest delay, the Black Ice Platform immediately began to operate according to the established plan.

Late at night, the best cover was given to the Black Ice Terrace.

Soon, the group of people from the Black Ice Terrace came to a courtyard that was not very prosperous.

Gently picking the bolt of the door, several mermaids in black rushed in, and the person who walked at the end did not forget to close the door again.

"Da-da-da." A soft knock on the door sounded in front of an unstable door.

"Who?!" The snoring in the room stopped instantly, followed by a low angry shout, and the people inside were obviously startled, and there was even a faint sound of a sword coming out of its sheath.

"Rectify Old Qin." Qin Bing at the door was not flustered, and immediately whispered to the room.

"Let's go to the national disaster together!" The voices in the room were visibly excited.

But in an instant, the dilapidated wooden door was opened from the inside.

The faint candlelight instantly pierced through the door, and the person who opened the door was dressed in a plain robe, with a yellow face and thin muscles, obviously a little malnourished, but even so, his eyes were terrifyingly bright, and there was a chilling feeling.

It is not the future King of Qin Zhuang Xiang, the king and grandson, but who is it.

"Quick, come in." The plain-robed scribe holding the candlelight immediately said to the visitor.

The black-clothed man outside the door was not humble either, he nodded immediately, and then said to the few people behind him, "Liu Da come in with me, and the rest of the people will hold the small courtyard."

"Yes." A few low voices of response came from the darkness.

When the scribe inside the door heard this, he realized that there were so many guests in his small courtyard.

Soon, the leader and a person named Liu Da came to the room under the leadership of Qin Yiren.

The room is not big, and the facilities are even more simple, with a bed, a table, a chair and a cupboard. Not to mention the grandson of the king of the Qin State, even the ordinary ministers of the Qin State are by no means treated like this.

"The king and grandson have suffered." The leader immediately clasped his fists and saluted the stranger.

"To be hostage for the country, how hard to say." The stranger hurriedly picked up the leader in front of him and said modestly.

Bitter or not, everything in this room is enough to explain everything, and Inhuman doesn't need to say anything more.

Although he doesn't know the identity of the person who came, Inhuman knows very well that if he wants to leave this ghost place, someone may be his last and only possibility! He had to hold on firmly.

And to seize this opportunity, he must show enough value.

But a proton is already an almost abandoned existence, and it is still in the hands of the sworn enemy Zhao Guo, even if he wants to obtain some information, it is impossible. What else can you be worth?

The only value may be a heart of "correcting Lao Qin and going to the national disaster together".

The person who came did not suspect him, and immediately bowed slightly, and then said, "Your Highness, the last general belongs to the Black Ice Platform, and this is a token."

As he spoke, the black-clothed leader took out half of the jade from his arms and handed it to Yiren with both hands.

Looking at this familiar jade, Yiren also quickly took out a bag from his neckline, opened it carefully, and an almost identical jade was lying quietly in it.

Immediately, Yiren held his jade jue in one hand and the jade jue of the black-clothed leader in the other, and slowly combined the two pieces of jade together.

Only a "click" was heard, and Yu Jue quickly closed together.

Looking at the two pieces of jade that were tightly sealed, Qin Yiren was so excited that tears were about to fall. It was only then that he was convinced that his grandfather had sent someone to pick him up.

Seeing this scene, the leader was also relieved in his heart.

"The last general is ordered, please follow the last general and leave the city immediately." The leader bowed again.

"Okay." Qin Yiren almost blurted out, but only in an instant, Yiren frowned again, and said, "General, I am the proton of Qin State, if it wasn't for King Zhao's release and rash departure, I'm afraid it would ......."

"Your Highness, rest assured, we have been prepared for this matter for a long time." Unhurried, the leader turned to the other person on the side and said, "Liu Da, take off your mask."

"Yes." A voice rang out.

Yiren immediately followed the sound and saw that a young man who was seven points similar to himself was standing in the dark, taking off his mask and bowing slightly to himself.

"What is this?" Qin Yiren obviously couldn't understand the situation in front of him.

Of course, he can't be blamed for this. Even if it is the dragon grandson Fengzi, but in the final analysis, Qin Yiren is just a young man, or a young man who is a proton in this foreign country, so he naturally doesn't understand the means of the Black Ice Platform.

The leader was not surprised, and immediately explained, "Tomorrow, my envoy of the Qin State will ask King Zhao to release him on the grounds that An Guojun is seriously ill. If King Zhao agrees, then there should be nothing to do, and if he is unwilling to let go, Liu Da will replace His Royal Highness here."

Hearing this, Qin Yiren was obviously a little stunned.

From the leader's words, it was not difficult for Qin Yiren to hear that this was to replace himself with the person in front of him.

However, to Qin Yiren's surprise, is it worth Qin Guofei's effort to spend so much effort on his own?

Not to mention anything else, just this person who is seven points similar to himself, it is not so easy to find. If he was really so important, would he still be held hostage to Zhao Guo?

Apparently not.

Then, there is only one situation left: he is still of greater use to the Qin State.

And himself, a mere young man, has no strategy for Anbang, and he can't go into battle to fight, and the only thing that is still a little useful is only the heart of a Qin person, and the identity of this "Wang Sun".

The person in front of him is willing to take risks to replace himself, and his patriotism is obviously much higher than his own.

In exchange for oneself with this person, it can only be that this matter can only be done by oneself.

Then the answer is about to come out - or his own identity - or to take other countries as hostages. I heard that the Qin army was facing off against the Four-Nation Alliance for several months, so I guess the place I was going to was one of these three countries.

I have to say that Qin Yiren is the father of the First Emperor of the Ages, and he has roughly guessed the development of things in a flash. And the thought of just changing places as a hostage, the original eager mood gradually dissipated.

"Where are we going...... Qin Yiren just wanted to ask where he was going to send him, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them again.

Without him, not to mention that as a person from the Black Ice Terrace, he has a strict discipline of secrecy, he will naturally say what he should say, and even if he asks what he shouldn't say, he will definitely not tell him. What's more, even if you know, what can you do? Do you still have a choice?

Just like back then, why would I want to come to this strange Handan? But I'm not here yet, and I've been there for years......

"When are we leaving?" Thinking of this, Qin Yiren immediately changed the subject.

When the leader on the other side heard this, he was obviously a little surprised, the words of His Highness just now obviously meant where he was going, but when did it become in an instant?

God knows what His Highness thought of in this moment.

But the leader is sure that this highness is far more powerful than he imagined.

Couldn't help but feel more respectful to Qin Yiren.