Of course, simply throwing money at it, it is naturally impossible to throw such an elite army.

The reason why the team of more than 3,000 people under Zhao Ying was able to form combat power in such a short time was that in addition to the excellent foundation of these people, there was also a pioneering feat far beyond this era.

That's a military school-style collective education!

Open to all to provide the art of war, which is regarded as an untold secret in this era, to provide everyone with an opportunity to change their own and their family's class and destiny, to be personally taught by him, the chief general of the army, and Li Xin, the top famous general of Great Qin, and to allow them to communicate and learn within the barracks, discuss openly, and improve themselves.

It completely stimulates their desire to learn and become stronger.

People are ambitious, and the reason why salted fish become salted fish is not that they were salted fish from the beginning, but the southern walls that exist everywhere teach them a cruel truth.

Struggling, useless!

Being at the bottom, there is no hope, what can you do without salted fish, day by day?

Zhao Ying's most successful thing is to give these people who originally belonged to the lowest level, a hope, a hope that can be seen and touched!

At the same time of cultivation, it is mandatory to promote "Casting the Soul of the Army", unify thinking, and give a greater ideal on the level of satisfying personal struggle.

Protect the people, protect Daqin!

Noble ideals can infect people, and without a nobler common belief that transcends individual selfish desires, this army will become a paradise for careerists, growing into a group of terrible beasts who only care about themselves and their families.

Especially in this era, so many people who are proficient in the art of war, once they have no moral restraint in their hearts, the consequences are unimaginable.

As for standing in a military posture and kicking the right step, it is only an auxiliary role in strengthening the concept of discipline. In this day and age, there are similar training methods, but they are not as concise and efficient as the former.

"Awn, I'm coming—"

After such a slight delay, Wang Li, who was in charge of pressing the formation in the back, also caught up, jumped off the war horse, and saluted his father with a happy face.

I hadn't seen this son for months, and looking at his son, who had obviously darkened and become much stronger, Wang Ben couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

This kid has grown up!

"Well, it's been the road, let's go into the city and talk-"

Although he was quite concerned about the old father at home, it was obviously not the time to gossip at this time, so he simply said hello to his son, and Wang Ben immediately invited Zhao Ying, Li Xin and others into the city.

More than 3,000 people entered the city, so it was naturally impossible to stay in the inn, but directly camped in the military academy not far from the county guard's mansion and settled down.

After all, after several days of high-intensity marching, the soldiers were already very tired, and now that they were in the place, there was no need to deliberately ask these soldiers to be stationed outside the city. As an important town guarding the border, Shangjun often reorganizes its military equipment, and the military academy is quite open, and there are some temporary buildings, which are quite suitable for settling these manpower.

When they arrived at the place, they were naturally responsible for arranging food and accommodation, and then let the big guys soak their feet comfortably, eat a hot meal, and take a short rest.

There was no need for Zhao Ying's orders, Han Xin, Zhang Han and others each commanded their own men and horses, and began to pack up the camp in an orderly manner, meticulously arranging the defense according to the standards of the field.

Looking at the busy but not chaotic, tense and orderly scene in front of him, Wang Ben's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Connoisseurs watch the doorway.

The scene in front of me is all showing a message.

Strong army!

This is a truly strong army that has carved the requirements of discipline into daily life.

Zhao Ying's army came too fast.

Even the entire Shang County was not ready, so it was not until they Zhao Ying's side had already entered the city that the county Shouyan got the news and hurried over.

This was the first time he had seen His Royal Highness the legendary Emperor's eldest grandson.

"Yan has seen His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson, and he is late to greet him, and I hope that His Royal Highness Haihan——"

Looking at the tall figure, tough face, and the eldest grandson of the First Emperor, the county Shouyan jumped off the war horse and came over to salute first. Looking at this middle-aged county guard with a red face and a sturdy figure, Zhao Ying smiled, stepped forward, and personally supported the county shou Yan who was about to salute.

"You're welcome, we're going to rest here for a few days this time, I'm afraid we're going to cause trouble for the county guard......"

Although Zhao Ying's every move resembles the First Emperor, he is different from the majestic First Emperor, the whole person laughs, making people feel like a spring breeze, approachable, and quite a bit of the demeanor of the eldest son receiving people and things.

And, obviously, the posture is low.

The last trace of worry suddenly let go of my heart.

The young man, suddenly approaching a high position, he is really worried that His Royal Highness the eldest grandson of the emperor will be pampered and arrogant, act domineeringly, and forcibly meddle in local affairs, which is really troublesome.

Randomly, Jun Shouyan came over to greet Li Xin again.

As a local compound sitting on one side, Jun Shouyan is naturally no stranger to Li Xin, a famous general in the army in the past, but he doesn't have any deep friendships.

After all, Li Xin in the past was high-spirited, and even a veteran like Wang Jian with great military achievements was actually a little faintly unable to see in his eyes, and dared not to be in the limelight in front of the first emperor, and the county guard was like this, so he naturally stood more aside.

However, more than ten years have passed.

This former famous general has lost the edge of the past, but has become a little deep and introverted, quite polite.

So, the first time we met, the atmosphere was friendly.

"Let's go, someone will naturally be responsible for arranging the rest, let's go with me to meet the eldest son first-"

Although Zhao Ying came from afar, there was no reason for Fusu, who was a father, to come to see his son in person, so after a simple greeting, Wang Ben, the general who was the old man, immediately took the initiative to propose.

In this regard, Zhao Ying naturally has no reason to shirk.

When you get here, if you don't visit your cheap dad first, it will become a joke if you spread the word. Although he was a little speechless about this good hand of cards, and even the father who had pitted himself and the whole of Daqin, he still had to see what he should see.

Fusu's residence is an ordinary farmhouse courtyard, and there are not even a few guards outside the courtyard.

In this regard, Zhao Ying is not surprised at all.

This kind of person who would rather anger the First Emperor and ask for the people's life, if he lives in a mansion, it is not normal.

In the courtyard, Fusu was sitting under a tree reading.

Under the tree was a table with a teapot on top of it, and on the other side was a small empty chair. Since the last time he went home to sit once, he returned to Shangjun and asked people to make a few for himself in the style of the small chair at home.

In the end, it's still much more comfortable than sitting on the floor.

Hearing the movement outside the door, Fusu stood up with a smile, looking at this son who had not seen him for a few months and was obviously much taller, his eyes revealed a trace of love that could not be concealed.

"A-"

Seeing this, Zhao Ying hurriedly took two steps and stepped forward to greet Fusu.

Wang Ben and Jun Shouyan, who were following behind, looked at the father and son who had reunited after a long absence, and then looked at the furnishings in the courtyard of the eldest son, and did not go in very interestingly, but just arched their hands at the door, and then retreated silently.

"Sit down—"

Fusu looked at this sudden son with a look of relief, smiled and waved his hand, and took the lead in sitting down on the side.

Zhao Ying leaned over and sat down on the side, father and son sitting facing each other.

Zhao Ying was about to pour tea for Fusu Fusu, but saw that Fusu had already taken the initiative to lift the teapot and pour Zhao Ying a cup. To Zhao Ying's surprise, it turned out to be boiled water.

"I knew you weren't used to drinking tea, so I didn't let people prepare—"

Speaking of this, Fusu added with a smile.

"You're just used to drinking, I don't have any good tea here......"

Zhao Ying didn't expect that Fusu would be able to remember this little habit of his own. In Zhao Ying's memory, this is the first time that the father and son have sat down alone like this and communicated as adults.

Fusu's smile was warm and his tone was relaxed, which made Zhao Ying, who was still a little nervous, unable to relax.

"That's good—"

Zhao Ying replied with a smile, looked left and right, and looked at the small courtyard where Fusu lived. There are three halls, a small house on the east side is used as a kitchen, and two vegetable patches are opened on the west side.

Just like an ordinary farmhouse, looking at the traces, one is a leek, and the other should be a radish.

I have to say that there is a reason why Fusu still enjoys great prestige among the people and in the DPRK, if it weren't for Zhao Ying's knowledge of the original historical development trajectory, it is estimated that he would be impressed by his demeanor.

The identity is noble, but low-key and plain, the whole person is as warm as jade, and every move has a strong gentleman's style.

"During this time, thanks to you, the last time I went back to Xianyang, I came and went in a hurry, and I didn't have time to sit down and have a good talk with you. This time you got married, and I couldn't go back to manage it for you......"

After Fusu finished speaking, he smiled, and his tone was a little apologetic.

The last time he went back, he learned through Mi Ji that since he left, it was this eldest son who supported all the affairs of the family for him.

Even now, he has opened a house, married a wife, and insists on living at home and taking care of his family.

So, as a father, he felt guilty about his eldest son.

"Ah Weng doesn't need to say that, in fact, there is a grandmother in the family, and there is also a big father to help him, and it has always been smooth......"

Zhao Ying smiled and comforted, not knowing how to answer.

What's the use of saying that—

I really have this heart, go back and admit my mistake to my father, take over the responsibility you should bear, and let me also experience the happiness of being a second generation......

"Your father—are you alright......"

Hearing Zhao Ying's mention of the starting emperor, Fusu's eyes couldn't help but be slightly complicated, he lowered his head and held the teacup in his hand, and asked with a somewhat divergent consciousness.

"It's good, my mental state has improved a lot, I haven't taken pills recently, and my body looks a lot better......

Hearing Zhao Ying say this, Fusu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I've heard everything you've done—"

Speaking of this, Fusu suddenly raised his head and smiled, with a relaxed look on his face.

"You're doing a great job, better than I thought, and better than I am—your father has high hopes for you, don't let down his old man's expectations......"

As the eldest son of the First Emperor, Fusu was not lacking in political wisdom, on the contrary, he was quite talented and had his own understanding of the situation and response of Great Qin.

Otherwise, there would have been no repeated conflict with the First Emperor.

Because, what he saw was not only the strength of Great Qin, but also the crisis hidden under the strength of Great Qin. On a certain level, there is not much wrong with Fusu's proposition.

The world has been fighting for too much time, and it is too necessary to stop and recuperate.

Give it grace and cherish it, so that the people of the world will be grateful for the kindness of Great Qin, rather than being intimidated by the majesty and force of Great Qin.

It's a pity that he fell for the poison of Confucianism's benevolent government and royal way, went to an extreme, blindly admired the Confucian concept, and for the sake of the so-called ideals and beliefs, he would rather bend than bend, and stubbornly stand up with his own father, not knowing the truth of flexibility at all.

As a result, he made a complete break with the First Emperor and was driven to Shangjun and left the political center of Xianyang.

So much so that later he died in a foreign land, and Daqin, a dynasty with great vitality, was also tossed and scattered under the hands of Hu Hai and Zhao Gao......

With his gaze, how could he not see that his own Ah Weng had faintly regarded his eldest son as the heir of Great Qin. Step by step, he began to pave the way for his son.

He has no opinion on this, and is even a little happy to see it happen.

This son of his own, is more suitable for that position than himself!

In fact, he has always had no obsession with that position. He didn't understand the importance that the First Emperor valued him, and he didn't understand that as long as he lowered his head and admitted his mistake, he was very likely to get the First Emperor's understanding, and then return to Xianyang, return to the entire political core, and take over the position that countless people coveted.

It's just that he doesn't want to deceive his heart, and he doesn't want to deceive his Aweng!

He clearly knew that there had always been a huge difference between his own ideas and the ideas of the First Emperor! And this difference is irreconcilable.

By deceiving Ah Weng, he obtained that position against his will, and then turned around to subvert his own Ah Weng's painstaking layout, which is not a gentleman's doing!

Rather than this, he would rather quit and give up that position to his younger brother Hu Hai, who has always believed in Ah Weng and even admired him very much.

Now, of course, there is a more suitable candidate than Hu Hai.

That's the son who sits across from him right now!

He believes that if his son can take over that position, he will definitely be able to make this Great Qin better on the basis of maintaining the stability of Daqin's policy.

It's just that his son, if he wants to reach this step, he still needs an opportunity.

Zhao Ying didn't know that at this time, Fusu was already the same as the First Emperor in his heart, and regarded him as the most suitable heir of Great Qin.

In my heart, I am still secretly complaining that my cheap father is not angry, and he can't let himself rest assured that he is a third generation of emperors.

However, because Fusu's attitude has always been very gentle, and the conversation is all about trivial matters at home, the atmosphere of this dialogue between father and son is quite relaxed and harmonious.

At noon, Fusu left for dinner.

The chef is the cook lady who brought back last time, and the meal for the two of them is not too complicated, a plate of braised tofu and a stewed lamb with radish.

"Taste, this Shangjun mutton, the meat is fat, and the taste seems to be better than that of Xianyang......"

Fusu personally gave Zhao Ying a pair of chopsticks and said with a smile.

After saying that, it seems that I remembered something.

"Now that you're an adult, do you want to drink a little wine?"

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