Inner Hall
'Nan'er.' Bai Qi looked at Gu Nan who was sitting there drinking water.
After thinking for a while, he walked slowly to Gu Nan's side and took out a somewhat old bamboo book from his own bosom.
'You look at this book first, read it carefully, if you don't know how to do it, you can come and ask me at that time.'
Then he turned his head to Wei Lan.
'Madam, the Great King had asked me to come into the palace after noon today, saying that there is something he wants me to talk to him about. I will go over first.'
'Go, just come back early.' Wei Lan waved her hand.
Bai Qi said goodbye and turned around to leave the inner hall.
On his way out, he glanced uneasily at Gu Nan, he wondered if it was a bit too early to teach this kind of book to this child. But it could only be this way, his time, was really running out.
Gu Nan held the bamboo slips in his hand and looked doubtfully at the distant Bai Qi, who had inexplicably been a little solemn when he handed over the book of arms to himself just now. It didn't look like those simple books from before.
Frowning, he rolled open the bamboo slip, on which were written several large characters.
Sun Wu's Book of War - The Beginning Plan.
WHAT THE FUCK?
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An old eunuch stood respectfully at one side of the empty hall, and above the hall, a roll of bamboo curtains hung, and through the light one could see that this person was doing this inside. The man was sitting on a futon, with a table in front of him. The palace lit a small stove, above the pot of tea, light green smoke in its drift away.
On a hot summer day, this palace was still bursting with coolness.
'Stomp.'
A sound of footsteps, a soldier in light armour walked in bending over and bent down to speak a few words in the old eunuch's ear.
The old eunuch nodded in understanding and waved his hand for the soldier to retreat.
'What's wrong?' The old but not too thick voice recalled behind the curtain, 'The widow is here to escape the heat and does not want to talk about political matters.'
'Your Majesty, it's Jun Wu An who has come.' The old eunuch bowed and spoke, pausing and adding, 'You summoned him earlier.'
'In this ... way,' the person in the curtain said faintly, seemingly thinking for a moment, 'Then, let him come in.'
The old eunuch didn't say anything more, he had been by the Qin King's side for so long, he knew when to speak and when not to speak. He also knew when he should disappear for a while.
Like right now, he should disappear for a while, the King of Qin's attitude was clear, what he and Jun Wu An were speaking about did not want to be heard by anyone.
The old eunuch left, and the palace became quiet again, without a single sound. After a while, the sound of armour rubbing resounded from the doorway, and an old general walked in wearing all black armour and holding his helmet in one hand. With an aura of having been in the battlefield for a long time, he walked into the palace, and a gust of wind seemed to have risen in the temple.
Looking up at the bamboo curtain, Bai Qi bent his knees and knelt down, 'Your Majesty.'
'Well, Jun Wu An, you're here.' The Qin King in the inner room's voice did not rise and fall half-heartedly as he reached out and pointed to a soft collapse outside the bamboo curtain, 'Sit.'
'Thank you, Your Majesty.'
Bai Qi got up, walked to the bamboo curtain, and respectfully knelt on the soft collapse with his head bowed.
There was silence in the great hall for a long time, until on the small stove, tea boiled with a rolling sound.
The King of Qin took a sheet of cloth to speak the teapot off the small stove on one side: 'Do you know, what I have summoned you here for?'
Bai Qi did not hurry to reply, and pondered for half a second: 'The upper party?'
Since King Wuling of Zhao carried out the military reforms in the ninth year of the Zhou Dynasty (306 B.C.), the state of Zhao has become more powerful and stronger, and has become a power that can compete with Qin in terms of military strength.
The king of Qin had always felt threatened by this, and in order to eliminate this threat, he had to make Zhao's state weaken, or at least grasp their lifeblood.
And Shangdang was that lifeline. If the Qin army took possession of Shangdang, it would be in full control of the strategically important area east of the river. To the north, they could take the old capital of Zhao, Jinyang (now southwest of Taiyuan, Shanxi), and to the west, they could cross the Taihang Mountains and directly threaten the capital of Zhao, Handan.
As long as this lifeblood is seized, the threat of Zhao will be much smaller, and if possible, even be able to destroy Zhao in one fell swoop.
'Haha.' The King of Qin laughed aloud for a while, 'It's still you, Wuanjun, who understands me. I really don't know, if not for you, who else would be able to lead the army for me in Great Qin.'
'Your majesty is joking.'
'This is not a joke.' The laughter came to an abrupt end, and the Qin king's voice became serious: 'Jun Wu'an, I've got some news that on the Zhao side, they are very dissatisfied with Lian Po's performance in the Shang Dang and want to replace him.'
Two years ago, Qin attacked and occupied the Korean Nuowang (present-day Qinyang, Henan Province), completely cutting off the connection between the Korean county of Shangdang and the mainland.
Therefore, the king of Han, the ruler of Korea, asked Feng Ting, the governor of Shangdang County, to offer Shangdang County to Qin, in order to ask Qin to stop the war.
However, Feng Ting did not want to surrender to Qin and decided to use Zhao to fight against Qin, and offered 17 cities in Shangdang County to Zhao.