Chapter 158: Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters

"Mr. Gongsun, if there were no war under my rule, would everything change for the better?"

Gongsun Ce thought for a moment and replied to Fusu, "That's right, but one lifetime is not enough."

Fusu clenched the sword of virtue in his hand and said, "If one life is not enough, then I will do it in the second life. If the second life is not enough, then I will do it in the third life. I only wish that the world will be peaceful and there will be no more wars."

After Fusu made his ambition, he discovered that the battle-hardened armored soldiers under Wang Li's command had already begun to settle these women and children in the mountain village.

However, at this moment, a childish voice broke the silence.

I saw a young child rushing out from a group of children, holding a dagger in his hand and with hatred flashing in his eyes.

He shouted at Fusu: "When I grow up, I will kill you!"

Fusu was stunned when he heard this. He looked up and saw that the child was the son of the bandit leader.

He was thin and had a childish face, but his eyes were full of hatred.

Fusu was silent for a moment, then slowly put down the sword in his hand.

He looked at the child deeply and said, "Then I will have no choice but to kill you."

However, the child was not frightened by Fusu's words. He still stood there without moving.

He held the dagger tightly in his hand and stared at Fusu.

Fusu looked at Gongsun Ce, "Mr. Gongsun, is hatred so hard to resolve? So deep-rooted? Even a child younger than me would have such hatred?"

Gongsun Ce walked slowly forward and slapped the bandit leader's son on the head.

Gongsun Ce's movements were so slow that it seemed as if his palm had not changed position.

But the next moment, Fusu saw the child's head turned into an exploding watermelon.

But not a trace of filth could approach Gongsun Ce.

Gongsun Ce asked Fusu, "Does he still hate you now?"

Fusu shook his head. "No. But, Mr. Gongsun, as long as one party's relatives and friends are all dead, will the hatred be eliminated?"

Gongsun Ce shook his hands, as if to shake off some filth, "Hatred will not disappear, it still exists, but no one mentions it again, no one cares about it, that's all."

Fusu nodded thoughtfully and was about to leave the stronghold, but Gongsun Ce held Fusu down and prevented him from leaving.

"Young Fusu, it's not over yet."

Fusu looked at Gongsun Ce in confusion. Gongsun Ce smiled but did not explain immediately. Instead, he took Fusu to the warehouse of the bandits.

Fusu was shocked to see that there was no money in the warehouse, only food.

Most robbers have no sense of crisis management. They usually rob a group of people and then rest for a long time to avoid risks.

So it's not surprising that the storehouse is full, but what's strange is that it's only filled with food.

Logically speaking, their warehouses should contain both food and money.

At Gongsun Ce's suggestion, a policy of limited grain supply had been implemented within the Qin State.

Every household was required to purchase a certain amount of food according to their ID card to avoid food shortages.

Therefore, the behavior of this group of robbers hoarding food was very strange, as if they were acting under the orders of someone.

Fusu quickly figured out the key, but after he figured it out, a new problem arose.

Whose orders were the robbers taking?
But soon, Fusu found out who was behind the bandits.

The night became increasingly lonely, and in this silent night, a solemn and murderous atmosphere quietly permeated the air.

Outside the mountain stronghold, a group of black-clad assassins were approaching quietly.

The leader frowned unconsciously as he looked at the brightly lit village not far away.

Although the bandits were usually having fun at this time, he felt that there was something unusual about the village in front of him.

If the ordinary mountain village is a pool of stagnant water, now it seems that several big fish have entered this pool of stagnant water, causing ripples to appear in the stagnant water.

The leader waved his hand, and the two assassins behind him approached the village silently.

This is to allow them to get closer to the village to check the situation.

However, before the two assassins approached the village, a breeze quietly appeared.

Before the two assassins had time to evacuate, they were swept up by the breeze and flew into the mountain stronghold.

The next moment, the leader was shocked to find that they were surrounded.

Wang Li sneered, and then a hundred armored soldiers raised their torches and revealed their figures.

"Everyone, it seems a bit impolite to raise assassins in the territory of my Great Qin."

The leader of the assassination squad did not respond to Wang Li's words, but instead gave orders to the assassination squads around him, "Charge! Meet up at the old place after you break out!"

The Battle-hardened Armored Soldiers are the elite troops trained by Wang Jian. As the name suggests, they are the elite among the elite.

A hundred experienced armored soldiers, when formed into a military formation, are enough to withstand the attack of nearly a thousand or even more cavalry.

At this moment, the battle-hardened armored soldiers were like a solid barrier, firmly blocking the way of the eighty death warriors.

After the leader of the death squad gave the order, the death squad began to move. They did not try to use lightness skills to cross the encirclement of the battle-hardened armored soldiers as Wang Li had imagined.

Instead, they charged directly into the battle-hardened armored soldiers' formation. The goal of the assassins was clear, which was to break this seemingly indestructible line of defense.

The battle-hardened armored soldiers were already prepared, holding their spears tightly and ready to fight. When the death warriors rushed to them, the infantry did not flinch, they raised their spears and faced the death warriors with hideous faces.

Spears were like a forest, stabbing forward. When the spear tips collided with the bodies of the dead men, a heart-pounding sound was made.

Many of the dead soldiers fell straight down under the impact, their bodies were pierced by spears, and their blood dyed the soil red.

However, the surviving soldiers did not retreat because of this, and there was still a gleam of determination in their eyes.

They seemed to be unaware of pain or death, and were only determined to break through and follow orders.

With the continuous attacks of the death soldiers, the encirclement of the armored soldiers remained motionless.

However, some of the warriors resisted their injuries and charged into the army formation.

Until this moment, the leader of the death squad still naively believed that there were death squads that could break through, but he didn't know that the battle-hardened armored soldiers' formation was the real meat grinder.

The spear formation is certainly capable of both offense and defense and is virtually unstoppable, but the real terror lies within the formation.

At this moment, the battle-hardened armored soldiers in the army began to draw their swords, ready to meet the sword-wielding assassins.

The flashing sword light and the cold light of the spear complement each other, forming a spectacular picture.

Amid the flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers, the infantry and the assassins engaged in a fierce fight.

The infantrymen gradually gained the upper hand with their numerical advantage, superb martial arts and firm beliefs.

Their swordsmanship was sharp and swift, and with their tacit cooperation, the assassins who broke into the army formation were quickly hacked to death.

The death warriors rushed to attack the army one after another, but in the end they were nothing more than the military merits of the armored soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and both sides tried their best.

The battle-hardened armored soldiers continued to eliminate the dead soldiers with their almost unscathed state.

Although the number of the death soldiers was decreasing, they still did not give up and continued to attack the infantry encirclement.

After a fierce fight, all the death squads were annihilated by the armored soldiers, and only the leader of the death squad was captured alive by Wang Li.

"Click"

As soon as Wang Li captured the leader of the death squad, he removed his lower jaw to prevent him from hiding poison in his mouth.

Destroying the unknown assassins is certainly a great achievement, but it would be icing on the cake if we could find out who is behind it.

Before the two assassins were taken away by Gongsun Ce.

Based on the sound transmitted by the sickle-weasel, Gongsun Ce judged that there were people approaching from outside, and there were more than eighty of them. Gongsun Ce was unable to tell the exact number for a moment.

"Wang Li!"

"The end will be here."

"Mobilize the battle-hardened armored soldiers to welcome the visitors."

"promise!"

Wang Li was very efficient in his work. Soon, the battle-hardened armored soldiers gathered together and went outside the stronghold to wait for the enemy.

The moment Wang Li completed the formation, he watched two assassins fly over his head.

Wang Li knew that this was the signal given to him by Gongsun Ce, a signal for him to show up and annihilate the assassins in front of him.

Two assassins quickly landed in front of Fusu.

The moment they landed, the two assassins made an attacking gesture and then rushed towards Fusu.

The two assassins only had the thought of breaking out at this moment, so when faced with Gongsun Ce and Fusu blocking their way, they subconsciously chose Fusu, the easy target.

Fusu also understood Gongsun Ce's meaning at this time and dealt with the two assassins in front of him.

For Fusu, this was a real life-and-death battle.

His opponents were two emotionless, tireless warriors who would not fall down even if they were injured.
The two assassins were agile and moved swiftly, their eyes were empty and cold, as if nothing could shake their determination.

They have only one goal, which is to kill Fusu and break out!

Fusu held a long sword and faced the attack of the assassins.

"The Dance of Eight Yi!"

Fusu started with the sword technique most commonly used by Gongsun Ce - the Confucian Eight-Legged Dance.

The sword in Fusu's hand flashed a streak of light in the void and went straight to the throat of the assassin in front of him.

At this moment, Fusu kept reciting in his mind the killing method that Gongsun Ce taught him: stabbing the throat and piercing the heart.

At the moment when Fusu's sword was about to strike them, the two assassins made the wisest choice without any communication.

The two dead warriors raised their left and right hands and slapped each other. With the wind from their palms, the two dead warriors were pushed away from each other and avoided Fusu's fatal move.

However, although Fusu was a little nervous, he did not forget what Gongsun Ce usually taught him, which was to attack the enemy with 70% and keep 30% for yourself to use in changing tactics.

Fusu took it seriously and even made it a muscle memory.

Facing the situation where his sword move was in vain, Fusu subconsciously changed his move and attacked the Death Warrior A on his right with his sword, while his left hand was already clenched into a fist, waiting for the Death Warrior B on his left to come to him.

Death Soldiers A and B were code names that Fusu gave to the two death warriors in his mind, so that he could simulate the upcoming battle in his mind.

Death Soldier A suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist and blocked Fusu's sword.

(End of this chapter)