readytorunbook Chapter 298 Tit for Tat
Chapter 298 Tit for Tat
This Fang Hao is his confidant.
Liang Heng could not kill Qin Zheng personally.
Qin Zheng was an imperial envoy. Killing him would be very troublesome, unless he immediately declared independence. Otherwise, he would still be the King of the Western Territory of Daqian, and killing the imperial envoy would be tantamount to rebellion.
Now is not the time to rebel, because the Western Frontier Army has not yet fully returned!
So, only others can kill him.
Fang Hao is the most suitable.
Fang Hao's influence in the army is no less than that of the old war god Qi Lin!
However, before he could signal, Qin Zheng suddenly changed the subject: "Soldiers, you have nothing to be ashamed of! You defended our country with your lives and blood. You had enough food and clothing to have the strength to kill the enemy. All of this is what you deserve.
"The people of Daqian work hard in the fields, paying taxes and grain is what we should do. They provide you with food and drink, and you protect their homes. No one owes anyone anything!"
Liang Heng was stunned. What was Qin Zheng doing?
Not inciting my soldiers anymore?
The old fox Xia Bitu rolled his eyes several times and was a little confused.
Qin Zheng added, "I just want to say, when the sun is high in the sky, I hoe the fields, and my sweat drips down to the ground. Who knows that every grain of food on the table is the result of hard work? Don't waste the food. Because every grain is watered by the sweat of the people."
All the soldiers in the military training ground bowed their heads and remained silent.
Although Qin Zheng's words sounded nice, every word was like a pearl, striking at their hearts.
Looking at the debris all over the floor and the wine soaking the ground, they felt really ashamed at this moment.
These drinks are all made of grain.
Every time they drink, they drink from a jar, drink half and spill the other half, and even smash the jar, because that's how they feel generous!
However, they never thought that while they were having a good time, the people in Guanxi were still starving or even starving to death.
They are defending their country with their lives, but the people are also using their lives to feed them!
Many soldiers came from humble backgrounds, and the sight of this scene brought back memories of their poverty-stricken families before they joined the army, when they dared not waste a single grain of food. And now, they have long forgotten their roots!
Thinking of this, they felt even more ashamed.
Everyone feels guilty.
Xia Bitu looked at Qin Zheng with infinite admiration!
This monkey boy's mouth is so cruel that it can kill a living person!
At this moment, the atmosphere of the entire school military field quietly changed.
As if torn apart by an invisible force, the previous murderous aura was replaced by a subtle one. The firelight flickered gently, as if mocking the soldiers who wasted food.
Even the air seemed to freeze at this moment, so heavy that it almost suffocated people.
The military field at the academy, with its dim lights and intertwined shadows, was as silent as death.
On the high platform, Qin Zheng still maintained his calm demeanor, as if he was a teacher educating his students.
However, as he spoke, he quietly wove an intricate web. Every word and sentence was like the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling and brilliant. It was also like a sword carefully carved by a craftsman, radiating cold light and showing its edge, like thunder in the silence.
Qin Zheng suddenly sighed, "I, Qin Zheng, am just a scholar, powerless. It is a lifelong regret that I cannot fight alongside the soldiers on the battlefield!"
At this moment, the old War God Qi Lin, who had always had an expressionless face, twitched a few times. The young War God Fang Hao rolled his eyes again.
Qin Zheng continued, "Today, I am here to congratulate His Majesty on his birthday. I am also here to express my condolences to the soldiers of the Western Territory on behalf of His Majesty!"
Liang Heng snorted in his heart, because Qin Zheng's visit to the military camp this time was a declaration of war from him.
That invitation was a declaration of war.
It has nothing to do with the Empress.
Qin Zheng paused and said, "I am alone, with nothing to show for it except superficial knowledge. My gift is only a few poems. I hope you will accept them with a smile and forgive me."
Xiabitukaba blinked his eyes twice and thought to himself, OK, that little monkey is definitely not just in a poetic mood, he must have other intentions.
Wait and see.
Liang Heng looked at Qin Zheng without saying a word, but he was ready to kill Qin Zheng at any time.
He just didn't believe that anyone in his army could get out alive without his permission!
Qin Zheng now began to chant: "Blazing beacons illuminate the western border, and my heart is filled with resentment. Ya Zhang leaves Fengque, and the iron cavalry circles Sand City. Snow darkens the painted banners, and the wind is filled with the sound of drums. I would rather be a centurion than a mere scholar."
All sounds are silent.
Poetry conveys a kind of artistic conception.
Even if you don't understand poetry, as long as you get into the mood, you will be drawn into it.
Qin Zheng's poem, which was plagiarized from the ancients and slightly tampered with, was very suitable for the western border. With just a few lines, it resonated with the soldiers.
The atmosphere began to change quietly again.
Qin Zheng paused for a moment before reciting his second poem: "The scenery beyond the frontier is strange, the wild geese depart without notice. Horns rise on all sides. Amidst the thousands of peaks, the long smoke and setting sun close the lonely city. A cup of muddy wine, my home is thousands of miles away, and I have no plan to return until Yanran is engraved. The sound of the Qiang flute drifts through the air, and frost covers the ground. Men remain awake, the general's hair turns white, and the soldiers shed tears."
Qin Zheng's voice is deep, magnetic, and powerful!
It is like the first sound of war drums coming from an ancient battlefield, deep and distant, crossing the barriers of time and space, and hitting the softest part of people's hearts.
There was an indescribable magic in the sound, like a charge horn from the battlefield, and also like the lament from relatives at home behind!
Everyone present couldn't help but fall into a tragic mood.
In Qin Zheng's low and rhythmic tone, there seemed to be an indescribable and heart-pounding power accumulating.
Like a beast lurking in the abyss, it patiently waits for the best time to strike.
Once a flaw is found, they will suddenly launch an attack with thunderous force, defeating the opponent in one blow without leaving any room for maneuver, leaving the opponent completely helpless.
Qin Zheng didn't look at anyone, just stared at the night sky.
Those eyes gleamed with melancholy in the darkness.
Qin Zheng also exuded a melancholy aura.
This atmosphere is so sad!
Even more tragic,
It makes one feel so tragic and blood boiling!
Want to fight!
Yes, I want to fight!
Qin Zheng had just recited two poems when the atmosphere in the entire military training ground, which had been oppressive just a moment ago, suddenly became tragic and majestic.
The soldiers who had lowered their heads just now raised their heads and looked at Qin Zheng on the high platform with their sharp eyes.
In the firelight, their faces flushed, their fists clenched, some of their eyes were red, and some had tears flashing in their tiger eyes.
Even Liang Heng was lost in thought when he looked at Qin Zheng and listened to his poems.
He forgot to let the little god of war kill Qin Zheng and stop him from spreading false rumors and misleading the people.
Xia Bitu was not depressed because he was not in the mood to appreciate Qin Zheng's poems.
At this moment, he was very nervous.
He knew that this was an invisible contest.
In his eyes, Qin Zheng was like a wise man who was in control of the overall situation.
Every word is like a carefully placed chess piece, pushing this silent war in the predetermined direction.
But he knew that Liang Heng was not a good person. How could he be defeated by Qin Zheng's few words and poems?
If poetry writing is really that powerful, wouldn't scholars be invincible and win without bloodshed when they go to the battlefield with just a few lines of vernacular poetry?
He was looking forward to it.
What will be the final outcome of this battle of wits?
He was also nervous because he had to change his plans quickly as the situation changed!
Such a tense and exciting atmosphere made Xia Bitu feel excited. He hadn't felt this way for many years.
He looked forward to every moment of the confrontation between Qin Zheng and Liang Heng, and he hoped that every confrontation would shine even brighter.
Because he is likely to gain the greatest benefit from the contest between Qin Zheng and Liang Heng.
At this moment, Xia Bitu knew that he would never again and would never dare to look down on literati!