There was a famous battle in history called the Battle of Kun Yang.
In the Battle of Kun Yang, Liu Xiu defeated Wang Mang's army of 400,000 with only 20,000 soldiers. This was a famous example of a battle in which one side defeated many.
Twenty thousand people against more than four hundred thousand. This seemed like an impossible task.
However, in the Battle of Kun Yang, a meteor flew into the enemy's camp. During the battle, strong winds blew and torrential rain poured. In an extremely short period of time, many extremely bad weather conditions appeared. With the help of the celestial phenomenon, Liu Xiu won the Battle of Kun Yang, which seemed almost impossible under the circumstances.
Because of this, Emperor Guangwu of Han was jokingly called the "Son of the Dimension" and the "Great Magister" by later generations.
Although Zhao Yi didn't summon meteors to help like Emperor Guangwu, the news of him inviting the Sea Dragon King had already spread to several countries.
Li Yi didn't really believe in the Son of the Dimension and luck. However, he couldn't deny that Zhao Yi's luck was extremely good.
Ruyi sat beside him and said softly, "Husband …"
Li Yi retracted his gaze and shook his head. "It's okay. We've finished eating and rested for the night. In less than ten days, we'll reach the Wu Kingdom's imperial capital."
He had expected the Qi Kingdom to defeat the Zhao Kingdom, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.
They practically swept through everything in their way and headed straight for the Zhao Kingdom's imperial capital.
Although they could conquer the Zhao Kingdom in an extremely short period of time, it exposed a bigger problem. After conquering the Zhao Kingdom, they would need to spend a lot of effort to suppress the rebels in the Zhao Kingdom. This would take a very long time — this wasn't Zhao Yi's style of doing things.
A hint of doubt appeared on Li Yi's face. What was Zhao Yi so anxious about?
…
Zhao Kingdom, Qiyang.
The original capital had become the capital of a fallen country.
A month ago, Qiyang City was conquered. The king of the Zhao Kingdom and his concubines, the royal family of the Zhao Kingdom, and all the officials were captured.
Inside the palace, the officials gathered together once again.
"Your Majesty committed suicide for his country yesterday."
A middle-aged scholar stood in front of the hall and said calmly, "A fine bird chooses a good tree to nest in. Grand Tutor, the Zhao Kingdom has fallen. Why are you so stubborn?"
"Hahaha …" Opposite him, a white-haired old man threw his head back and laughed wildly. "A loyal subject does not serve two masters. The Zhao Kingdom has fallen. His Majesty has died for his country. I, along with the Zhao Kingdom, will die with his Majesty!"
He turned around, looked at the crowd behind him, and shouted, "Who's going with this old man?!"
A middle-aged official stepped forward and laughed, "This lowly official is willing to go with Grand Tutor!"
A young official walked out and shouted, "I'm willing to die with you!"
"Since the country has fallen, your subject shall die!"
"The ministers of a fallen nation have no face to continue living!"
"Let's go together!"
…
In an instant, more than ten figures stepped forward.
"Fellow colleagues, this old man will take his leave first!" The white-haired old man laughed, stamped his feet, and hit his head on a pillar in the hall. He died instantly.
"Grand Tutor's legs are not good. This lowly official will also go first. On the way to hell, he will have a walking stick …"
An official smiled, suddenly pulled out a guard's long saber, and cut his own neck.
"You are only a fifth-rank official. How dare you compete with me for the walking stick of the Grand Tutor!" Another official snorted, picked up the long saber on the ground, put it to his neck, and cut it open …
"Your Majesty, I'm coming with you!"
…
Soon, more than thirty bodies were piled up in the hall.
Even the surrounding guards had looks of horror on their faces. They couldn't help but distance themselves from the corpses.
The middle-aged scholar watched them die one by one, with a calm expression on his face.
When the last person shouted, "Die with the country!" and stabbed his long saber into his own heart, the crowd was dead silent. Some people were angry, some were ashamed. But in the end, no one walked out.
"Cough! Cough! "
A few coughs came from outside the hall, and a figure slowly walked into the hall.
The middle-aged scholar hurried forward and said worriedly, "Your Majesty …"
Zhao Yi waved his hand and refused his help. He looked at the corpses in the hall for a long time, then said, "Bury them."
The middle-aged scholar nodded and bowed, "As you wish."
A person walked in from outside the hall and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the envoy of the Jing Kingdom has arrived."
Zhao Yi nodded and said, "Bring them to the side hall."
The middle-aged scholar looked at him and said, "Your Majesty, you should rest for a while. The imperial physician said you can't continue like this …"
Zhao Yi waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."
The middle-aged scholar's expression changed. He looked at him but did not say anything.
In a side hall of the Imperial Palace, several officials of the Jing Kingdom were waiting anxiously.
This time, the number of soldiers of the Jing Kingdom who had been captured by the Qi Kingdom was more than 10,000. When they learned the news, they didn't wait for the imperial court's order and rushed here day and night. They had to bring back these 10,000 soldiers in one piece no matter what.
It was 10,000 lives. It was not hard to imagine what harsh conditions the Qi Kingdom would offer.
This would be an invisible war, and the success or failure of the war depended on them.
The door of the side hall was pushed open. They immediately stood up and looked at the door.
It was a young man who walked in. Judging by his age, he should be about the same age as their Majesty. But his face was a bit pale, and his steps were a bit unsteady. It seemed that he was not in good health.
The leader was about to say something. Zhao Yi waved his hand and asked, "You are here for the captives?"
"Yes!" The man looked serious and said in a deep voice, "We are here to redeem the 10,000 soldiers of the Jing Kingdom. Please give us a condition, Emperor Qi."
Zhao Yi was silent for a while. He looked at him and asked, "Do you have a penny?"
…
The ambassadors of the Jing Kingdom walked out of the side hall. The sunlight outside sprinkled on them, and they became a little more clear-headed.
One of them suddenly looked at his companion and said, "Lord Chen, slap me and see if it hurts."
"Pah!"
The man slapped him hard on the face without hesitation.
Then he lowered his head and looked at his hand, murmuring, "It hurts. It's real …"
Half of the official's face immediately swelled up. Blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. One of his teeth even loosened.
He looked at Lord Chen with a bewildered expression.
The official with the surname Chen patted him on the shoulder. He looked at his bewildered expression and said, "Lord Wei, you don't have to doubt it. What happened just now was real …"
He knew why Lord Wei was bewildered. It was because he was also bewildered.
They had long been convinced that the Qi Kingdom would have to pay a great price to release the 10,000 captives. The Qi Kingdom would certainly offer a condition that they could not imagine.
The condition that the Qi Kingdom offered was indeed beyond their imagination.
The condition was a penny.
One copper coin could not buy a loss, and one copper coin could not buy a trick. One copper coin could bring all the captives back.
Those captives had been detained for nearly two months. During these days, their food and expenses added up to a terrifying figure …
However, Emperor Qi did sign the document for the release of the captives only after paying them a penny. They only needed to bring this document with them to bring all the generals of the Jing Kingdom back home.
This negotiation mission had been completed beyond imagination. Not to mention the rewards he would receive when he returned, he could even look forward to having his name recorded in the annals of history.
The two left in a hurry without thinking too much.
Before Emperor Qi went back on his word, they had to settle this matter in the shortest time possible.
By the time they brought all the generals and soldiers out of here, it would be too late for him to go back on his word.
In the side hall, Zhao Yi sat alone in front of a table.
In front of him was a huge map.
On the map, it was clearly divided into four regions.
The Jing Kingdom, the Wu Kingdom, the Qi Kingdom after annexing the Zhao Kingdom, and the dozens of small countries in the west.
Among them, the Qi Kingdom was the largest. It was almost the size of the Jing Kingdom and the Wu Kingdom combined. The dozens of small countries in the west were also the size of the Wu Kingdom.
His eyes fell on the westernmost region.
Then he began to cough.
He covered his mouth and coughed hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
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