In Yang Ming and Xun Kuo, the war in the south of the river is just a topic of conversation in life, but in another place, the war there affects a person's mind all the time.

Qin State, Xianyang Palace.

Military newspapers from the two battlefields of Han and Wei constantly appeared on Qin Wangzheng's bookcase, in addition, there was also information sent by Luo Net, under the verification of both military reports and intelligence, a heavy reality was placed in front of Qin Wangzheng: the Qin army was not attacking smoothly on the battlefields of Han and Wei.

"Xinzheng and Daliang are really so difficult to attack?" Qin Wangzheng put down the military report about Xinzheng in his hand, and didn't know what to say for a while.

At that time, when attacking Zhao State, I didn't see that it was so difficult to attack the city, why did it become like this this time? Could it be that the combat power of Han and Wei is stronger than that of Zhao?

"King, attacking the city is the most difficult thing in the war, when the Wei State attacked Xinzheng, our army attacked the Zhao capital, and the Yan State attacked the Qi State Jimo, didn't they all attack for a long time and never conquered it? Compared with those wars, the army is still going well, and as long as there is a period of time, it will be able to capture Han and Wei. As the commander of the net, Zhao Gao naturally knew the course of the war that was taking place on the front line.

"Maybe this is the normal way to attack the city, but it's just that the widow ...... before" Qin Wangzheng pondered, vaguely realizing why he was disappointed.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the previous attack on Zhao and Yan was so smooth, so that Qin Wangzheng forgot that the siege of the city was a matter of years and months, how could he capture a well-defended fortified city in a few days or a month or two.

Zhao Gao, who had been carefully observing Qin Wangzheng's expression, seemed to understand something, and understood what Qin Wangzheng had not said before, Yang Ming's siege speed was too fast, so that Qin Wangzheng had an illusion, and now the army attacked Xinzheng and Daliang only had occasional small setbacks, but it became a huge gap here in Qin Wangzheng.

It's just that people like Yang Ming are just an example after all, in this world, when has there ever been a great grandmaster who personally went to charge into battle and attack the city?

Thinking that in the intelligence of the net, Yang Ming was able to destroy the city gate with one blow, Zhao Gao couldn't help but feel a sense of fear while throbbing for it, is that kind of power really something that people can have?

Especially if a person with such terrifying power is still in the same hall as him, shouldn't the great grandmasters all be like gods and demons, and they won't enter the red dust?

Thinking of himself, Zhao Gao looked at Qin Wangzheng again, and for a moment, he only felt as if he saw a trace of hesitation in Qin Wangzheng's expression.

What is the king hesitating about? Zhao Gao subconsciously thought, could it be that the king regretted not letting Yang Ming lead his troops to attack Han Wei?

Thinking of this, Zhao Gao couldn't help but chuckle in his heart: How could the king regret it, the Qin State is very big, and there is no shortage of generals, if the matter of foreign conquest can only be pinned on one person, it will be too dangerous.

Moreover, Yang Ming has already defeated the Zhao State and the Yan State, if he wins the battle exploits of destroying Korea and Wei State, it will really be rewardless and unrewardable.

Controlling a young and powerful courtier, even a king will feel the pressure, right? Thinking of this, Zhao Gao couldn't help but understand a truth even more, people, you still have to hide it, especially as a courtier, you understand the truth as a courtier.

In the hesitation of Qin Wangzheng, Daliang City, thousands of miles away, has already felt a kind of apocalyptic atmosphere, in one night, suddenly the noisy restlessness resounded through Daliang City, it is a kind of sound that is not thousands of troops, but more terrifying than thousands of troops, its momentum is huge, as if the end is coming.

"Water, a lot of water, a lot of water." The defenders of Daliang City, who were on the city wall to defend against the night attack of the Qin army, opened their eyes because of the restless sound outside the city, but the next moment his eyes couldn't be closed, and the rolling river was overwhelming, and its momentum was so great that people were like ants in front of them.

It was a noisy and restless night.

When night fades and dawn falls, the entire city of Daliang has become a world of water.

"Daliang City is finished." Wang Jian looked at the Daliang City in front of him, which had become a piece of Zeguo, and there was no sadness or joy in his expression, the method of attacking the city with water did hurt the heavens and peace, but in the case of the Qin army attacking Daliang City for a long time, in the face of the number of casualties that was increasing every day, Wang Jian couldn't care so much, he was first of all the general of the Qin State, and he had to be responsible for the Qin Wangzheng and the soldiers under his command, and only on this basis could he take care of other things, such as those people in Daliang City.

"But wars are cruel, and in order to win, you have to do whatever it takes." Wang Jian withdrew his gaze from the water surface of Haohao Tangtang, all he needed to do now was to wait, waiting for Daliang City to reveal his flaws under the invasion of the water, waiting for the people in Daliang City to completely despair in the water and cut off the mind of resistance.

At the first time when Daliang City was flooded, Wei Yong began to organize people and horses to transfer food, as for the rescue of the people, it was not taken care of for the time being, and it took three full days to make Daliang City in the water barely restore order Wei Yong dragged his tired body back home, even if the General's Mansion was extremely high in Daliang City, it was also flooded for most of it at this time, only the back house was barely above the water.

Above the attic of the general's back house, Wei Xianxian looked at the world submerged in water in the distance, and a faint resentment appeared between his eyebrows, this Daliang City still can't hold it after all, and his father ......

Thinking of her father Wei Yong, who was a general, Wei Xianxian couldn't help but sigh a long sigh, she didn't understand why her father liked to chase power so much, now that the Wei State was struggling to cease to exist, what was the meaning of the so-called power?

Maybe it was best to stay in the land of Huaisi back then, although he was exiled, but life could be passable, how could there be things now? Wei Yong was exiled back then, but in the end, with the help of the Qin army, he achieved a counterattack and seized power here, but as a price, he is now a fish in this Daliang City.

Wei Xianxian recalled, the fluctuations between his thoughts gradually calmed down, if it was the end of everything now, it would be nothing, after all, there would be nothing worth remembering, even if it was dead, there would be nothing, right?

Aren't people going to die sooner or later?

In Wei Xianxian's thoughts, there was a knock on the attic door.

"Father." Wei Xianxian, who walked down the attic, opened the door and saw his father Wei Yong.

"Slim, it's time to think about your retreat." Wei Yong walked into the room with a heavy heart and said directly to Wei Xianxian.

"Father, is there a way back from the current situation? The destruction of the city and the destruction of the country is nothing more than death. Wei Xianxian said, the horror of death is because of the nostalgia for life, and Wei Xianxian has no nostalgia for life, because her life is blank, and there is no difference between one day and ten days or a hundred days.

"You are still young, and you still have twenty or thirty years to live, how can you talk about death?" Wei Yong said.

Although Wei Yong's father-daughter affection for Wei Xianxian is not pure, he still has feelings after all, in the case that Wei Qianxian and his interests do not conflict, he will be a good father, and in Wei Xianxian's cognition, Wei Yong is also such a person.

"It's only harder to live, and what's the reason to live?" Wei Xian said, it is better to live without hope than to die.

"You have a reason to live." Wei Yong stared at Wei Xianxian and said, for Wei Xianxian's thoughts, Wei Yong had seen some clues, such as the painting that was cherished by Wei Xianxian's life, Wei Xianxian hung it in the bedroom all the year round, how could Wei Yong not know.

In that scroll, most of them were painted by Wei Xianxian himself, but some of them were from the hands of another person, he knew that his daughter never looked at the painting, but the person behind the scroll, as for who that person was, Wei Yong also had some guesses.

"Reason to live?" Wei Xianxian was slightly stunned, in Wei Yong's gaze, she seemed to realize something, but it was her deepest secret.

When a person suddenly broke into her embroidery building, and helped her complete a painting on his own initiative, it was just an accident, but that accident was something she had never encountered in her more than ten years of life.

Of course, there was no emotion at that time, just pure curiosity, but when that curiosity was buried, as time went by, with all kinds of subsequent encounters, everything changed some special things.

As more and more time goes on, Wei Xianxian will think, what kind of person is that, and what is he doing? What kind of story will there be in him?

Later, Wei Xianxian learned from another person the identity of the person who suddenly broke into her life that night and left something behind, and later, in Wei Xianxian's heart, there was an extra name.

And the story that happened on that name also came more and more into Wei Xianxian's ears, and the color of a person who only existed in her imagination became richer and richer, directly and completely occupying Wei Xianxian's already thin world, until her world was full of his colors.

"Go to Yandi, where you might get what you want." Wei Yong said, what is the mind behind his daughter's repeated refusal of the family affairs he arranged for her over the years, and how could Wei Yong, a father, not understand.

"Father, I have nothing to do with him, and I may not be a person in his memory at all." Hearing his father talk about this, how could Wei Xianxian not know that his father already knew the biggest secret in his heart.

"You also said, it's just possible, don't you want to know the real result?" Wei Yong said, in terms of demagogy, Wei Yong has always been good at it.

(End of chapter)