To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 270 Xiang Liang's Camp! 8 Gaya Lou!

This is a momentous event that could cause a magnitude 10 earthquake throughout the entire Qin Empire!

If these two powerful figures were truly lost, not only would their mere hundred people be wiped out, but General Wang Li's entire Wang family would also be exterminated by His Majesty the Emperor!

"General! What are we waiting for? Order the pursuit immediately!"

"Yes, General! The bandits haven't gone far. I'm willing to lead ten riders as the vanguard and keep them pinned down!"

"This humble general is willing to swear a military oath: even if I have to chase them to the ends of the earth, I will rescue my master and the young master. If I fail, I will offer my head as a reward!"

The soldiers were filled with righteous indignation and were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. They drew their swords again and prepared to continue their pursuit.

however.

He listened to his men's anxious and fearless pleas for permission to fight.

Wang Li, riding on his black warhorse, showed no sign of panic.

He watched the direction the thief had gone, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily twice.

Followed by.

"Hahahaha!!!"

A burst of unrestrained laughter echoed through the empty canyon.

Ga?

The soldiers, who were preparing to fight to the death, were all stunned.

More than a hundred pairs of eyes turned to their general, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

What time is it?

The master and the eldest son are both gone, and everyone's heads are practically falling off. Could it be that the general has gone mad from the stress?

"General...?"

The centurion swallowed hard and cautiously probed, "What...what are you laughing at? If we don't chase them now, it'll really be too late!"

Wang Li laughed uncontrollably, tears welling up in his eyes.

He casually sheathed the heavy sword and wiped the sweat from his face.

Zhang Fan's unpredictable and mysterious methods flashed through my mind!

Wang Li's eyes were filled with deep admiration, then he waved his hand and loudly ordered:

"Chase? Chase my ass!"

"What's the rush?"

"Those self-righteous fools went through so much trouble to steal what the master had deliberately thrown to them!"

Amidst the bewildered and incredulous gazes of the soldiers.

Wang Li suddenly pulled on the reins, turned the horse around, and shouted:

"Everyone has it!"

"Pass on my order! Cease the pursuit!"

"Put away all your weapons and go back! Retreat! Go back to camp and eat meat!"

……

A few days later.

Kuaiji Commandery, Wu County.

Hidden deep within the rolling mountains is a huge and heavily fortified secret camp.

Inside the central command tent.

Xiang Liang sat upright in the main seat, his brows revealing a hint of arrogance and anticipation typical of a powerful figure.

"My lord! The person has been brought!"

The tent flap was suddenly flung open, and the assassin leader, covered in mud but unable to contain his wild joy, rushed in.

Immediately afterwards, the Chu soldiers escorted the fake Zhang Fan and the fake Fusu, who were stuffed with rags, into the main tent.

Looking at these two faces in front of me, which are exactly the same as those in the intelligence profile!

Xiang Liang was overjoyed and suddenly stood up.

"Quickly! Hurry up and appease the immortal master!"

Xiang Liang casually straightened his clothes and strode forward.

The assassin leader rushed forward, ripped the rag out of Zhang Fan's mouth, and untied the ropes binding him.

however.

As soon as the rope was untied, there was a "thump" sound!

This legendary "Immortal Master of Qin," who was said to be able to summon wind and rain and possess extraordinary abilities, suddenly collapsed to the ground with his legs giving way.

He was tied to the horse and bounced along the way without a drop of water!

At this moment, he was so hungry that his eyes rolled back, his face was sallow and thin, and he couldn't even lift a finger. He could only make extremely weak groans.

Upon seeing this, Xiang Liang, who was all smiles and about to exchange a few polite words, was suddenly stunned.

Then.

He flew into a rage, turned around, pointed at the assassin leader's nose, and began to hurl insults:

"You bastard!!"

"What were my instructions before I started this uprising? I said to politely 'invite' them here!"

"Look what you've done! How did you manage to starve our immortal master into such a wretched state?"

The assassin leader was verbally abused and looked so wronged that he shrank back.

Thinking to myself, these two were struggling and whimpering frantically the whole way, and they were running so fast, who would dare to untie them and feed them?

And did the lord say this when he left?

Didn't they kidnap me by any means necessary?

Am I getting old? How can I forget such a small thing?

"What are you all standing there for?!"

Xiang Liang roared angrily, "Quickly order the kitchen to prepare a fine feast! Slaughter chickens and sheep! I want to properly entertain the Immortal Master and give him a welcome feast to calm his nerves!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The men were so frightened that they scrambled out of the room.

After scolding his subordinates, Xiang Liang finally caught his breath and turned to look at "Prince Fusu," who was also bound hand and foot.

"Someone, get Young Master Fusu to open his mouth as well!"

Xiang Liang put on what he considered a very gentlemanly smile and said, "Young master, you've been frightened. I am Xiang Liang, and here is..."

unexpectedly!

As the rag was pulled out.

The "fake Fusu," now free, suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

The anger, resentment, and fear that had been building up for days finally erupted in that instant.

He opened his mouth with an extremely loud roar:

"Baka yarou!!!"

what?

The air inside the entire tent seemed to freeze completely in that instant.

Xiang Liang's charming smile froze abruptly, his hand, which had been raised in mid-air, stopped, and he was completely dumbfounded.

A string of huge question marks floated through his mind.

Baka...yalou?

What kind of talk is that?

Xiang Liang turned around and looked at his men blankly. His men were also staring at each other, completely bewildered.

I've been so busy traveling these past few days that I haven't heard this person say a word!

"This... could this be the unique Guanzhong dialect spoken by the Qin royal family?"

Xiang Liang frowned, utterly perplexed. "Is it the dialect of the Qi-Lu region? I'm well-versed in the languages ​​of various states, how come I've never heard such a peculiar pronunciation before?"

Although I couldn't understand a word this "eldest son" was saying!

But seeing the other person's dizzy, starving appearance and delirious manner, Xiang Liang couldn't bring himself to lash out.

He assumed that Prince Fusu was delirious from the fright he had suffered along the way, so he coughed twice to cover his embarrassment and waved his hand dismissively:

"Enough! It seems that the young master has also suffered hardships and frights on his journey, and his mind and spirit have been greatly damaged."

"Guards! Quickly take Young Master Fusu away and properly settle him in the soft tent to rest. Do not neglect him in the slightest!"

"promise!"

……

Not long after!

The fake Zhang Fan was respectfully ushered into a private room.

The room was filled with the finest calming incense, and there were even two beautiful maids holding damp towels and brand-new silk robes, ready to help him bathe and change.

Meanwhile, this fake Zhang Fan was sitting on the couch, letting the maids wipe the backs of his hands!

My mind was a complete mess.

His true identity was not Zhang Fan at all, but a descendant of Prince Dan of Yan—

Ji Dan!