Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1160 - 1160 51 Meng Shuais Military Record 7

Chapter 1160: Chapter 51 Meng Shuai’s Military Record 7 [4-in-1]_7 Chapter 1160: Chapter 51 Meng Shuai’s Military Record 7 [4-in-1]_7 “The Great General is thorough in consideration and profound in planning, we all prostrate ourselves in admiration.”

All the generals couldn’t help but admire him to the point of throwing themselves to the ground in reverence.

Indeed, the merit of annihilating a nation was immense.

But what Great Qin launched this time was a campaign for unification, not just to extinguish one state, but to overthrow six nations.

In terms of military achievements, Meng Fang’s troops had already annihilated two.

How were the others to divide the credit?

And following Meng Fang’s method, while he kept the greatest credit to himself, he still shared some of it with others, a move that was perfect in both respects. Additionally, it allowed him to accumulate much goodwill and connections among his subordinates, which could be considered the cleverest and wisest course of action.

“Why does the General say… that we are fated not to become a faction? Could it be that the General…”

The generals were somewhat anxious: “We are willing to follow the General for life!”

“Do not speak carelessly of such matters in the future.”

Meng Fang said indifferently, “I have said many times, my heart is not in this. When I say it is not, it really is not, that is one. Secondly, every one of you is at a higher cultivation level than me; as long as you live to see the unification, you will all surely live long lives. Whereas my talents are average, destined not to dwell long in this world. Even if I were to cling to power, I would not be able to accompany you for long.”

He spurred his horse forward: “So… I cannot affect you all for too much longer.”

“All you need to do is to remember the friendship of today in the future, care for one another, that would be good, and my wish would be fulfilled.”

Upon these words from Meng Fang, all the generals fell silent in unison, suddenly feeling a heavy burden on their hearts.

Six days later, Meng Fang led his troops into Zhao territory, just as Fei Xinyu’s Wu Tiejun was launching a total assault, with the battle extremely fierce.

Meng Fang’s arrival was timely, and his immediate intervention decided that the fall of Zhao State had become inevitable.

Three days later, Zhao Crown Prince Gao, while fleeing, was captured by Meng Fang’s troops and brought before the great tent.

“The Crown Prince of Zhao State?”

Meng Fang looked at the sickly youth before him with some surprise: “How comes it that you are fleeing alone? Where are your attendants and guards?”

“They were all scattered.”

“And what of your destination?”

“I wish to enter Great Qin and await the disposition of the Qin Emperor.”

“Enter Great Qin?”

Meng Fang instinctively felt something was off with this Crown Prince of Zhao, who, despite his identity as the heir of a fallen nation, showed no repulsion at the idea of entering Great Qin.

So, he ordered someone to retrieve documents for examination.

Only after some investigation did they discover that the Zhao Crown Prince had a frail constitution and suffered from innate deficiencies since birth. In his more than twenty years in the world, he had experienced several fainting spells, teetering on the verge of death, nearly like a flickering candle in the wind.

And the most recent fainting spell had been… some years ago?

Calculating the time, it coincided curiously with the moment he left home to join the military.

At this recollection, Meng Fang instinctively thought of the first man to die by his hand in this world, and he couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable irritation, followed by a surging urge to kill.

That Zhao Crown Prince, although young and frail, the discomfort he caused Meng Fang resembled that of the old thief he faced initially, identical in nature, without any difference!

What situation was this?

A sense of agitation stirred within Meng Fang’s heart, and he felt he could not rest easy without killing the man before him.

Those present were all confidants; as the murderous intent arose in Meng Fang’s heart, it was apparent.

Those present were all clear that the Great Marshal intended to kill the man before him.

But after all, the opponent was still designated as the Crown Prince of Zhao State, a delicate matter.

Although unaware of why the Great Marshal wanted to kill this Zhao Crown Prince for no apparent reason – since their meeting, the man hadn’t shown any overtly inappropriate behavior that could be construed as offensive to our Great Marshal.

Why then did the Great Marshal want to kill him?

However, that did not prevent the generals from setting the stage for cooperation—

A lieutenant stepped forward and said, “This boy is physically weak, fearing that he may not withstand army life for long treks back to Qin… why not kill him?”

“A weak constitution, unable to endure hardships, to die among the chaos of war, is but an ordinary affair.”

“Indeed, indeed.”

A cold glint flashed in Meng Fang’s eyes as he concurred smoothly, “If that is the case…”

Then, the long sword in Meng Fang’s hand, which hadn’t been bloodied in a long time, was stained once again with blood.

Strangely enough, as he watched the decapitated corpse of Zhao Crown Prince Gao, Meng Fang somehow felt decidedly more comfortable inside.

“It seems it was right to kill him!”

Truthfully, Meng Fang did not understand why he had suddenly felt the urge to kill, to slay the frail Crown Prince of Zhao before him.

But he had that feeling, twice.

Once was towards that detestable old thief; the other was this Crown Prince Gao before him.

Especially this time, with no reason at all, he just wanted to kill.

Before this happened, even with a reputation as a butcher, Meng Fang had never had such a strange notion facing so many captives.

After thinking for a long time, Meng Fang still could not understand why.

“Forget it, don’t think about it anymore.”

Meng Fang sighed and with a slight remorse instructed, “Bury this person properly, with some honor, after all, he was a sovereign heir.”

“Yes.”

Later, someone from Wu Tiejun sent word asking General Meng Fang to join them for a drink and discuss the allocation of military merits.

Thus, General Meng Fang quickly put the matter completely out of his mind.

After all, a great general commanding a million troops, whose life had claimed more than ten million others?

Who would care about a captive?

Even if this captive happened to be some crown prince… but wasn’t that state already extinguished?

Since the nation no more existed, what claim did this prince hold? What heir to speak of?

And so Meng Fang quickly forgot, without a hint of unease, he forgot.

…

Three days later.

Wu Tiejun remained in Zhao territory, reorganizing the troops and dealing with the aftermath.

Meanwhile, Fei Xinyu and Meng Fang split their forces into two, crossing through Zhao territory, advancing into Yan State.

At this moment, Yan State had already been captured by the Ma Daocheng and Ma Daogong brothers.

Thus, the two armies turned to traverse Yan State, relentlessly, entering the territory of Great Qi.

At this point, the great endeavor of Great Qin’s unification was over halfway accomplished; Han, Wei, Yan, and Zhao had become smoke and clouds of history, no longer existing.

Of the states vying for supremacy, only a weak Qi, like a candle in the wind, and a Chu, cornered in its last stronghold, remained.

Unflinchingly speaking, the world was already Great Qin’s to claim, unification within reach.

…

In the forest, the Purple Emperor let out a muffled groan, slowly regaining consciousness, only to spew out a mouthful of fresh blood as soon as he awoke.

“Who is it!”

“Who has again killed my existence through the samsara!”

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