In the big tent where Qin Yu originally lived, someone found a woman who fell into a coma naked, Zhao Kuo got the news and rushed to the big tent with Qin Wan, the woman had woken up, and the whole person shrank into the quilt and looked at everyone in front of her with a frightened face, her eyes were full of horror, and the skin on her arms and neck was covered with shocking scars, it can be seen that she must have suffered inhuman treatment, and such injuries must have come from Qin Yu's hands.

Qin Wan looked at it in his eyes, "This brute, if he does such a thing, Qin Wan will definitely not let him go." ”

Zhao Kuo sighed, "Don't be afraid, we are Zhao people, and we won't harm you." ”

The woman's hair was scattered, her eyes were full of horror, and she finally figured out the truth from her clothes, the violent demon Qin Yu had fled, and it was these Zhao people in front of her who drove Qin Yu away, Qin Wan stepped forward, "Sister, don't be afraid, no one can hurt you in the future." ”

Seeing Qin Wan, the woman immediately cried, all the grievances and resentments dissipated with the crying, wiped away her tears and talked about the past, she was an ordinary peasant woman, she didn't want to be favored by Qin Yu, so she sent someone to snatch it, she was tortured every night, and she also wanted to die, Qin Yu threatened, if you dare, you will kill your whole family, but you have no choice but to obey and live a hellish life every day.

"This brute will die by my sword sooner or later." Qin Wan was furious when she heard the evil thief Qin Yu did to the woman, and all the hatred could only be repaid with blood.

"Miss Qin, put on her clothes first." When everyone walked out of the big tent, their hearts couldn't help but be heavy, in such a troubled world, how many people suffered and how many people's dignity was trampled on.

After a short time, Qin Wan lifted the curtain, the woman got dressed, her face was delicate, her expression was still a little uneasy, her hand always grabbed Qin Wan's arm, and the same woman couldn't help but have a little more trust.

"Ask her where her home is, bring some food and send her back."

"Go home!" The woman knelt directly on the ground after hearing this, thinking that she could finally get out of the clutches of the devil and couldn't help but burst into tears, Qin Wan patted the woman on the shoulder, "Good sister, your Qiu sister will avenge you." ”

"Go back, your family will be just as happy to see you."

In the big tent, everyone sat down, because of the woman, the atmosphere couldn't help but look a little melancholy, Zhao Yun entered from outside the door, "General, son, what to do with those ink people?" ”

Zhao Kuo stood up from his seat after hearing this, "Ink Person! Where are they? ”

Zhao Yun arched his hand and said: "In the prison, I found that there are still many wronged people in it, and the people have been released, and these people don't know how to deal with it." ”

"Bring them in."

Zhao Yun turned around and went out, "Kuo'er, what are you going to do with these people?" The first battle of Maiqiu made Zhao Hao have a deeper understanding of Zhao Kuo, and he was no longer the boy who was smart and troublemaker, and he was even willing to take the initiative to discuss some things with him.

"It's best if you can take it for your own use, if you can't, you can only let it go."

Zhao Hao nodded, "The ink artist usually considers himself a chivalrous warrior, lobbying everywhere, uniting weak forces against strong powers, and has a lot of influence in various countries, if it can be wooed, it would be the best." ”

"I don't want Qin Yu's qi to be so small, it's just a simple discord to put the most important ink person in prison!"

"Discord meter?"

"It's a way to drive a wedge between the other party and make the other party turn against the other party, which is not a fair and righteous scheme!"

Zhao Hao said with a smile: "This method is commonly used, especially when encountering suspicious monarchs, once someone around them offers slander, it will inevitably lead to discord between the monarch and the minister." ”

"What does Father think of King Zhao?"

"Smart, wise, virtuous, and acceptable, that's why Zhao is as strong as it is today."

Zhao Kuo nodded again and again, I don't want King Zhao Huiwen to be such a holy monarch, hearing is false, seeing is believing, if there is a chance, you still have to see it well.

Footsteps sounded, Zhao Hao coughed, Zhao Kuo nodded and the two stood up, several ink people were taken into the big tent, not wanting to meet twice in two days, the situation was almost the same, the first time was in the Zhao army camp, and the second time was indeed in the big tent of Maiqiu.

The ink master sighed, "I don't want Qin Yu to be so incompetent and waste our hard work!" ”

Zhao Kuo stepped forward and said: "No, everyone's ability is in the eyes of everyone, but Qin Yu doesn't know how to use people, and he doesn't have the capacity to tolerate people, so he harms the people in every way, and finally eats the consequences. ”

When Zhao Kuo said that water can carry a boat and can overturn a boat, everyone was stunned, I don't want to describe it so appropriately, a few simple words do imply a very profound truth, if you don't know how to cherish the people, you can't get the support of the people, that will only make you fall into a place of no return, for Qin Yu's various evil deeds, the Mo disciples also see it, but the enemy is at present, in order to realize the wish of the ink man, he can only put all his thoughts on defending the city.

"Yes, such a bad result is indeed caused by Qin Yu, and now that the Zhao people have captured Maiqiu, they have finally got what they wanted."

"Wrong, it's the people of Maiqiu who are overwhelmed, and they capture the city gate and let the Zhao army enter the city, not to capture it, but not to occupy it, this is the will of the people and cannot be violated."

"There's nothing to say in your hands, just listen to what you want."

"If you are willing to join, this son promises that you can achieve your long-cherished wish, if you don't want to, no one will be embarrassed for you, you can leave now."

"Let us go!" Same scenario, same ending.

The firmness in the eyes of several ink artists slowly relaxed, especially when it came to achieving their long-cherished wishes, what exactly did the ink masters strive for! Since the death of Mozi, the Mo family has been divided into three factions: the Xiangli faction, the Xiangfu faction, and the Deng Ling faction, and several factions have slandered each other in order to prove that they are the real ink people, and even killed each other, in order to protect themselves, they can only rely on all forces, but one thing has never changed, that is, the non-attack, love, Shangtong, and Shangxian that the Mozi has always adhered to.

"Thank you, Zhao Gongzi."

An older ink man hugged his fists and turned around and walked out, one pulled the corner of the other party's clothes, and several people walked out of the big tent, Zhao Kuo did not speak, the big husband has faith in his words, otherwise how to achieve great things.

The ink man appeared, the soldier returned the weapon in his hand, walked out with a long sword in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Brother Li, is it really like this?" ”

"Until we find someone who is truly worthy of our convincing, the ink will not give in to anyone."

"This person has a big fate, and when I saw Zhao Kuo that day, I thought I was a ghost."

"That night, Zhao Kuo should have just fainted, just imagine how a dead person can be resurrected."

The bonfire that was raised, the beating crowd, the originally lifeless Maiqiu finally burst out with passion, not only the people, but also the soldiers and even the generals also participated, and the new Maiqiu guard Zhao Yun took the soldiers to spend an unforgettable night with the people of Maiqiu.

There was a smile on everyone's face, a smile that could dissipate all gloom and rejuvenate the lost youth, and an old man blushed and grimaced from time to time, like a child of seven or eight years old.

The Inkman paused, "What do you see?" ”

"Fire."

"Happy."

"Crowd."

The leader shook his head, "It's hope, as a Qi countryman, in the end, I found hope in Zhao people, is this the biggest irony, what are we doing these days, the biggest sinner is not Qin Yu, but us." ”

"Brother Li, why do you say these words?"

The leader turned around, with the same smile on his face, the others were puzzled, the leader stepped towards the big tent, Zhao Kuo sat in the big tent, he was still a little lost in his heart for the departure of the ink man, and traveled back to Zhao State, although the battle of Maiqiu was victorious, but no one knew what would happen next, the best way was to establish a team that completely belonged to him, Qin Wan could be counted as one, and Zhao Yun could be counted as half at most, after all, he obeyed the orders of King Zhao, and he was only kind to him, these ink people were different, and there was no belonging, It is also a group of chivalrous warriors who can go to the soup and fire for you at any time, and the martial arts of the ink are even more powerful, and the combat power is even more amazing, if you can establish a team of such ink artists, you can completely become a special force in the Warring States Period.

Footsteps sounded, and the spears in the hands of the soldiers guarding the big tent were raised, and no one knew the intention of the ink man to go and return, "Stop!" ”

"Go and say goodbye, we want to see your son-in-law."

The curtain was lifted suddenly, and Zhao Kuo walked out of it, looking at the Mo family disciples who had gone and returned, with a puzzled expression, "What are you?" ”

The Mo scholars bowed in unison, "The disciples of the Mo family are willing to swear allegiance to the prince and go to the soup to fight the fire and never give up." ”

Zhao Kuo was secretly happy in his heart, and he didn't want to turn around, so he hurriedly bent over and helped everyone up, "In the future, everyone will be good brothers, and we will share blessings and hardships." ”

The faces of the ink writers were also full of joy, and they were tired of the days of running around and looking up to people's snorts, so they might as well let go of their hands and feet and make a good career, and a heroic feeling slowly rose in front of the big tent.