After traveling to Fusu and being exiled to Shangjun, the Huns came and killed him on the first day.
The 300,000-strong army was cut off from food and fodder, and its morale was shattered. Meng Tian prepared to defend to the death. The imperial edict from Xianyang is even more severe: no fighting is allowed, just defend the city.
Doesn't this make me wait for death?
Fortunately, I have a sign-in system. But what I signed in was not martial arts secrets, but "Agrarian Reform Law", "Barefoot Doctor's Manual", "On Contradiction"...
Okay, books are books.
That night, I posted signs all over the military camp: "After the war, the land will be divided and the cattle will be divided. I will sign the land deed. It won't be easy to use even if the emperor comes."
The next day, Meng Tian went crazy.
He grabbed a veteran who was sharpening a knife: "What's wrong with you?!"
The veteran's eyes were red: "Young master said, after the war, the land will be divided!"
Meng Tian rushed into my tent, horrified: "Sir, what on earth did you show them?!"
I put down "Das Kapital" and smiled slightly: "Let them know what they are fighting for."
Later, Zhao Gao said that I had deceived the morale of the army, and my father said that I wanted to rebel.
Later, outside Xianyang City, in front of a coalition of 200,000 nobles, I asked the soldiers to recite a poem.
The coalition soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt down.
They said: Master, we also want to divide the land.
I smiled: Then do it with me.
——I am professional in teaching peasants to rebel against the empire.
