The rain fell softly, and they were like curtains of water, and sometimes when the wind blew, tiny droplets of water floating in the air would swing around, and the mansha would fly and roll, and the wind would stop and slowly fall to the ground.

The tent was shaking, but there was no creaking. Its structure is not very complicated, some timber supports the four corners, the middle two not thick beams cross into an X-shape to consolidate the top square, some parts will be sewn with hemp rope, the erection shape is not triangular, it is a kind of cube, the four corners have ropes tied to the wood by the lasso extending to the outside of the tent and firmly nailed to the ground.

Hundreds of gray and white tents are arranged in formation, gathered or scattered in the rainy weather, which looks inexplicably poetic.

The Qin army is still black, which has nothing to do with the cycle of five virtues, and it is currently an era when a hundred flowers are blooming and a hundred schools of thought are contending. It may also have nothing to do with what color you like, black is the meaning of forest heavy (no typo), the so-called forest heavy is as dense as a forest, and black is naturally as heavy as a load; A deeper meaning that is common in all times is "death", to die oneself or to give death, perhaps this is the meaning that one wants to be given.

The Great Controversy has just ended, and Confucianism is now a doctrine that cannot be smaller, and it is not accepted by most people. Just imagine, in the chaotic times of war and chaos, the next moment of annihilation of the country and the nation, who will believe in the Confucianism of benevolence, courtesy, and letting? And it seems that the countries that used to believe in Confucianism all inexplicably decayed from their strength, and then were destroyed by the enemy in a very short period of time......

Inner King and Outer Saint, Oh...... Sky! What a bizarre theory of statecraft.

Who is the long history of Shangjun today? It's Sima Xin! Who is he? He was one of the three major generals of the later Zhanghan Army, a famous half-hearted figure in the late Qin, Chu and Han dynasties, and a Confucian student.

Now, Lu Zhe's Qin army is about to be stationed in Shangjun, and this is the first time he has heard someone say a historical celebrity that he may see with his own eyes. Of course, this chance is very small, and the tun chief can only see a few glances from a long distance.

Half a month has passed since the last prisoner of war brawl, and in order to strengthen the management of prisoners of war, many Qin troops have been assigned tasks, and the fifty-man tun commanded by Lu Zhe has also been arranged to supervise the military orders of prisoners of war. And it doesn't seem to be that complicated, every day is to watch the prisoners of war dig and fill in the soil, and more often than not, they walk back and forth among the prisoners of war to deter.

Yesterday, he had just learned where he was, not very far from the capital Xianyang, a medium-sized county under the rule of Beidi County, which was called Yinmi.

Yin Mi was less than fifty miles from Neishi County, the center of the empire, and was not close to any river. Listening to the more senior officers, Lu Zhe knew that the center of the Lu Dao Empire wanted to strengthen the trunk of the straight road, and no one thought much about why he wanted to do this.

It seems that someone has said that the straight road of the Qin Empire still exists after two thousand years, and the construction method of the straight road is a mystery, but in Lu Zhe's opinion, the construction process of the straight road is very vast and boring.

It was built by eradicating all grass, including trees, and removing any plant-related objects, and changing the direction of the underground water source in a way that Lu Zhe could not understand, so that the soil within the construction area of the straight road was as dry as possible.

In front of Lu Zhe, there were hundreds of people digging a large trench about three battles deep and six zhang wide, and those muscles in the prime of life were fighting with the earth with wooden tools.

After the trench was dug out, more people in the prime of life brought in a strange large instrument.

It was a monstrosity of four large beams, with a wooden plank in the middle to make it difficult to see the structure inside, and a dense oval cone-shaped object at the bottom.

After the equipment was placed, thousands of prisoners of war formed a long dragon like ants, and each of them carried a load of dry dirt on his shoulders, and they spread the soil in the dug trench, and then painstakingly spread the dirt, and the trench that was originally three feet deep was raised a little.

Under Lu Zhe's inexplicable gaze, they used the wooden barrel to pick up some viscous liquid with a peculiar smell.

He deliberately stopped one of the prisoners of war to observe what the viscous liquid was, as the prisoner was almost trembling with fear.

It's almost inaudible when it's far away, and the smell when I don't think it's close enough to make people almost dizzy. He found a familiar trace in the smell, it seemed to be oil! But it doesn't look like it looks like it is in terms of color?

What exactly should this be said? It is true that the liquid is oil, but it is not asphalt for paving roads, and there is glutinous rice and wood chips in the liquid but there is no resin, it should be said that it is a strange product that Lu Zhe does not understand.

Lu Zhe originally wanted to reach out and hook some to take a look, but after thinking about it, he finally waved his hand and let the renamed prisoner of war continue to work. He guessed that it would be very unlucky to stick to that strange object, very unlucky!

Thinking wildly, a group of soldiers drove a lot of people, Lu Zhe saw it and quickly called for the troops directly under him to assemble, and after leaning over, he was surprised to find that the people driven by the soldiers were not prisoners of war, and the clothes of these people knew that they were nomads.

"Zhe!"

The leader of the team turned out to be the top boss of the flail, a hundred generals named Ma Ren, he and Lu Zhe often met because of official duties, and the two were quite familiar.

In the Qin army, if you are not a direct superior, you can't call "Lord", it should be a military position plus the sequence and name to which you belong, and many times it is called a twentieth rank lord plus a surname or first name.

Lu Zhe bowed and saluted: "Horse hairpin (Zanniao, Qin Third Rank Lord)!" ”

Ma Ren didn't look rigid, which didn't seem to be very consistent with Qin Jun's "personality", so he clapped his hands with a smile: "You can drink these ghost animals with the flail, can you?" ”

"I bought a watch last year!" Lu Zhe's body shook instantly, and the word ghost animal deeply shocked him, "Huh? ”

The Qin army system is strict, it is not that there is no direct subordinate and the military card issued by the senior officer cannot be controlled at all, Ma Ren thought that Lu Zhe was unwilling Although he was a little unhappy, he couldn't blame anything: "That's it." ”

"Ma Hairpin ......" How could Lu Zhe casually offend an officer, "Zhe obeys his fate." ”

Ma Ren smiled heartily: "Good! ”

Waiting for Ma Ren to leave, then Lu Zhe had the opportunity to ask: "What is the ghost animal ......?" ”

The flail replied directly: "The ghosts are evil, and the animals are also the animals!" ”

I really bought a watch last year, and after talking for a long time, Lu Zhe understood that it was the meaning of negative comments such as "doing a lot of evil" and "extreme disgust", and he was startled just now, thinking that Ma Ren was an island country crossing the public.

Next, Lu Zhe learned what it meant to "slash the ground and drink", that is, nearly a thousand bound aliens were escorted into the trench, and one after another fell to the ground, and all of them were hacked to death and stabbed to death under the flash of swords and swords.

The red blood flowed in the not thick land to form a channel, and the corpses attracted countless flies, and in the "buzzing" sound, Lu Zhe couldn't help but spew filth from the accompaniment of "wow", and his waist could barely straighten up.

The face of the flail was also not very good, but he laughed at his comrades, including Lu Zhe, who had bent over and vomited for nearly a hundred years, and his laughter was a little trembling and a little empty.

Enduring the nausea, Lu Zhe also had to instruct the soldiers to place the corpses in various positions in the straight according to Ma Ren's request, this was not a religious ceremony, because soon the prisoners of war poured those viscous liquids down again, and the black and slimy liquid mixed the corpses with blood, and a layer of mud covered them again.

It wasn't until the soil buried all the traces that Lu Zhe's vomiting did not stop but became stronger, because he saw dozens of prisoners of war carrying weapons down, and it was clear......

"It's more terrifying than 10,000 pieces of broken corpses......"