Chapter 137: Xinzheng Incident (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

Yingchuan County, Xinzheng City.

Although South Korea is as famous as Qin, Chu, Yan, Zhao, Wei and Qi, and is listed as the strongest country in the world, it is different from other countries, all of which have glorious years. South Korea has never been glorious, although South Korea's bows and crossbows are the best in the world, so it is called "Jinghan". However, apart from this, South Korea has been beaten for two hundred years since its establishment.

Finally, a few years ago, the Kingdom of Han was destroyed by the Qin army. Even though Han Fei, a prince of the Kingdom of Han, was an official in the Qin State and a close minister of King Zheng of Qin, he only fought for ten thousand acres of fertile land and 10% of the palace's wealth to be used for ancestor worship for his old father, the last king of the Kingdom of Han: King An of Han.

Almost everyone thought that this was the end of Korea, and no one believed that Korea could be revived. However, an incredible change happened tonight in Xinzheng City, which was once the capital of Korea and is now the seat of Yingchuan County of Qin State.

"Kill!"

"Brothers, the liberation of Korea depends on this battle!"

"Come on!"

……

Under the cover of night, a raging fire suddenly broke out in Xinzheng City, breaking the silence that should have lasted forever. Countless soldiers wearing standard Korean military armor, holding iron spears, halberds, spears and other weapons, rushed out from all parts of Xinzheng City, shouting slogans to unite the people, and their eyes were reflected in the firelight, leaping with hope from the bottom of their hearts.

All the buildings in Xinzheng City, including government offices, city gates, former royal palaces, etc., were within the attack range of the thousands of Han troops that suddenly appeared.

"Qin Feng!"

"Rebel, die!"

"Gale!"

……

The Qin soldiers stationed in Xinzheng City were caught off guard. However, after the initial panic, this strongest army still showed extraordinary strength. The Qin soldiers stationed in various key locations shouted various slogans and fought fiercely with the Han army that was approaching.

clang!clang!clang!
The weapons collided, creating dazzling sparks that contrasted with the flames burning in the night.

Together, tens of thousands of soldiers from both sides were fighting in the city. The icy murderous aura blended into the chilly winter wind, making the residents of Xinzheng city shudder.

Han Mansion.

The most luxurious mansion in Xinzheng City.

The former residence was the residence of the two great generals of Han, Wei Zhuang and Ji Wuye. However, Ji Wuye had died, and Wei Zhuang also led Liusha and some elite troops to flee on the eve of the demise of Han, leaving the residence empty. When Han was destroyed by the Qin army, King An of Han had a good son: Han Fei, and became a rich man.

Although, after the fall of the Kingdom of Han, Zhengge did not force Han Wangan's family to move to Xianyang, and Han Wangan did not dare to live in the palace, he simply moved to this mansion with his concubines such as Hu Meiren who still stayed with him, as well as his children, to worship the ancestors of the Kingdom of Han since Han Jue.
Outside, the fighting continued, and some Han soldiers even shouted the slogan of "Recovering Korea". In the eyes of almost everyone, even if the mutiny that took place in Xinzheng City tonight was not led by Han Wangan, he must have known about it. If they were not busy with their own affairs, the enraged Qin soldiers would have come to the door and slaughtered the entire Han family to vent their anger.

With a bloated figure and cheeks as pale as paper, it was obvious at first glance that Han Wangan was a drunkard who indulged in sex and alcohol. When he heard the huge noise coming from the outside world, there was not even a trace of joy on his chubby white face. At the bottom of his pair of tired eyes, there was fear from the bottom of his heart.

Even though the fighting outside was in full swing, King Han An simply did not have the courage to push open the door and join in. The last king of Korea curled up in the ancestral hall where the tablets of the kings of all dynasties were placed, his fat body shaking. Endless fear mixed with drops of sweat the size of soybeans, like a waterfall falling three thousand feet, poured out of King Han An's body.

In a short moment, Han Wangan's robe was soaked with sweat, and he looked as miserable as a stray dog.

"Father!"

After an unknown amount of time, the sounds of fighting outside subsided, and a young man's voice with hints of joy sounded outside the ancestral hall and reached Han Wangan's ears. Hearing this familiar voice, in order to maintain his only remaining dignity as a monarch and a father, Han Wangan suddenly surged with strength.

Han Wangan, who was curled up on the ground, stood up in a hurry and wiped the sweat on his cheek with his wide robe. Before the man broke into the ancestral hall, Han Wangan had simply packed up and sat majestically on a chair in the ancestral hall. However, the puddle on the floor formed by Han Wangan's sweat was not so easy to deal with.

"Father."

After Han Wangan had simply packed up, a tall, straight, and calm young man appeared at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Han Wangan’s fourth son, Han Yu!
The father and son looked at each other. Han Wangan saw the ecstasy in Han Yu's eyes and said in a dignified manner, "Yu'er, what's the matter?"

"Father," Han Yu's eyes swept across the puddles on the ground. If he hadn't smelled the foul smell, he would have turned away. Even so, Han Yu's eyes still showed a subtle disdain. There is no doubt that this disdain was directed at his father, Han Wangan. While his mind was turning, Han Yu's face remained unchanged. He stepped to the ancestral hall and bowed to Han Wangan, "Good news!"

"General Wei Zhuang, Sister Honglian and others have taken control of Xinzheng City. Now, Xinzheng City has raised the flag of our South Korea again!"

"Are you serious?" Upon hearing this, Han Wangan jumped up from the armchair with a speed beyond others' imagination, his fat face full of joy. It is true that Han Wangan did not lead the mutiny last night, and he knew nothing about it beforehand. However, this does not mean that Han Wangan did not know how to seize the opportunity.

Since the leader of last night's incident was former general Wei Zhuang and Princess Honglian, the daughter of King Han who had not been seen for several years, and the banner was to restore Korea, King Han asked himself whether he could take this opportunity to regain the throne of Korea.

"Where are the General and Honglian now?"

Over the past few years, with the protection of Han Fei, Han Wangan has become a leisurely and wealthy man, but how can a mere wealthy man compare with the king of a country? In an instant, Han Wangan was stunned by this pie that fell from the sky, and his mind floated to the glory of returning to the throne and commanding the masses!

As for whether the Qin army would come to attack, and how to reward Wei Zhuang and others for their great contributions, these were simply forgotten by King Han An, who felt that the throne was beckoning to him again. Extremely surprised, King Han An asked about the whereabouts of the meritorious officials.

"Father," Han Yu saw the joy in his father's eyes, and the corners of his thin mouth twitched slightly, "The general and sister Honglian are now in the palace. They sent Bai Feng to inform you, father, to go to the palace immediately, resume the throne, and appease the hearts of my Korean people!"

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