Chapter 55: I Seek a Title
"Shut up!" Lian Po did not dare to scold Zhao Yan, but Zhao Bao, as the head of the clan, had no such scruples. He scolded and walked to the map.
"He is right. Zhao State can no longer wait for reinforcements, and there are no reinforcements!" Zhao Bao said to Lian Po.
The envoys sent out for help have never received any news, and so far no country has agreed to send troops to rescue Zhao.
"Go and invite Lord Xinling!" King Xiaocheng of Zhao could only place his hope on Lord Xinling, who had helped Zhao overcome the crisis last time.
But no one had any hope.
Ever since Xinling Jun stole the tiger talisman to save Zhao last time, fearing the King of Wei’s accountability, he sent the tiger talisman and the Wei army back to Daliang, and he himself did not dare to return to Wei.
Sure enough, after the Zhao envoy asked to see Xinling Jun, Wei Wuji refused. He stole the seal to save Zhao, secretly mobilized the army and killed generals indiscriminately. Each crime was enough to make him die dozens of times. How could he dare to return to Wei to borrow troops?
The court meeting never came to a perfect result, so Lian Po had no choice but to return to the barracks to reorganize his troops and prepare for another defense of Handan.
"General, this was found in Shangqing's tent!" Diao Xun was ordered to receive the 800 warriors left by Jin Yao, and also retrieved a map left in the big tent.
Lian Po was already upset and didn't want to care about it, but after hesitating for a long time, he opened the map and glanced at it casually, but his eyes were instantly attracted.
"Zhao!" Lian Po looked at the area circled in red ink on the map and asked hurriedly, "Where is the manuscript he left behind?"
Diao Xun was stunned for a moment, then said, "It is being sent to the incinerator for destruction!"
This is understandable. Jin Yao was nothing after losing his position as Shangqing. Moreover, he was the Shangqing removed by King Zhao. No one dared to have anything to do with him anymore. Even if it was anything left by Jin Yao, no one was willing to touch it.
"Hurry, go and find it!" Lian Po said, but he couldn't wait any longer and ran to the place where the army was burning the debris.
"Why would you, the good minister, become a spy for the State of Yan?" The soldiers who were responsible for handling the letters left by Jin Yao all sighed.
Although they also hated Jin Yao, they had to admit that they were envious of him. Being a young minister was a high position that they could never reach in their lifetime.
"Stop!" Lian Po finally arrived, but he could only watch the soldiers throw the pile of bamboo slips into the fire.
Without caring about anything else, Lian Po drew his sword, split the incinerator open with one blow, and snatched out the bamboo slips that were mostly burned by the flames.
Ignoring the heat of the bamboo slips, Lian Po opened them one by one. Unfortunately, under the flames, not many words could be seen.
The only things that could be recognized were a few words.
Teacher... Arrogance...
Fear of power... Yearning for...
Lian Po found the answer he wanted from the few words on the bamboo slips, and the unformed ideas in his mind were connected together in an instant.
"What kind of monster did the king let go?" Lian Po lamented in his heart.
He had also thought about holding on and waiting for help, but he knew that no reinforcements would come, so he had no choice but to take the initiative to attack. The only thing he didn't expect was the location of the decisive battle, and Jin Yao had chosen that location for him.
Similarly, Lian Po also understood what Jin Yao had done. The generals of that era all chose to love the people like their own children and live and eat with the soldiers to gain their recognition and boost their morale, but Jin Yao chose another path.
He was deliberately trying to stimulate the soldiers' self-esteem and their desire . The more dandy he appeared, the more the soldiers would yearn for him and the harder they would work.
That is a path that is different from all the current military strategists and officers. It’s a pity that no one can understand it!
" Actually, I want to be granted a title of nobility!" On top of the Vermillion Bird, Jin Yao looked at the Six-Fingered Black Knight and smiled.
At first he was very touched. He was a person without power, home or country, yet he could be appreciated and rewarded by King Xiaocheng of Zhao. He was allowed to stay overnight in the palace, read many books, and was even tolerated for his dissolute behavior in the army.
Therefore, even though he did not know how to train or command troops, he forced himself to learn, and then took out the basic skills of the Horizontal Golden Body and taught them to the soldiers.
Because his reputation was already bad, it was impossible for him to eat and live with the soldiers like Lian Po and the current generals did.
So he had no choice but to go down one path and learn from the commander-in-chief alchemist Huo Qubing, the champion marquis, to make the soldiers yearn for the upper class, fear the power of their commander-in-chief but also envy his power.
It's a pity that the State of Zhao eventually blamed him for the defeat in Yangcheng and used him as an outlet for the people to vent their emotions. All that he had done in the early stages could not last until the last moment of glory!
"In fact, if you go back now, King Zhao will personally admit his mistake, and Lian Po and Zhao Bao will also understand!" The Six-Fingered Black Knight said to Jin Yao.
It was only after talking with Jin Yao that he understood everything Jin Yao had done.
He also believed that Lian Po, Zhao Bao and King Xiaocheng of Zhao would gradually understand.
If Jin Yao went back at this time, he would still be the prime minister of Zhao State, the prince of Zhao State, and his status would even be higher.
"There's no need for that. If King Zhao can give up on me once, he can give me up a second time. I also see clearly that among the seven countries in the world, the monarchs of each country will step forward when they need people and step back when they don't." Jin Yao smiled freely.
"But I am not suitable for the court. I just want to travel the world with my sword!" Jin Yao smiled, but the Six-Fingered Black Knight also saw the tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.
"Then it's about the Mohist Mechanical City. It's time for you to learn Mohist mechanical arts and other things!" The Six-Fingered Black Knight could understand Jin Yao's disappointment. After all, the young man was full of pride and was about to show his skills when he was given a wake-up call and a touch of cold water poured on his head. It was truly chilling.
In the Zhao Palace, King Xiaocheng of Zhao looked at the bamboo slips and the map that Lian Po had rescued, listened to Lian Po's words, and collapsed on the couch powerlessly.
History always repeats itself in a surprising way. He once again let go of a great talent, which completely solidified his title as the card collecting king of the Warring States Period. He had a full hand of purple cards for sky bombing, but he failed to make a king bomb!
"Kill him!" King Xiaocheng of Zhao finally gave the order. Such a person cannot stay in Zhao, and must not be left to other countries!
"Your Majesty, killing soldiers is unlucky!" Lian Po and Zhao Bao frowned and said.
It was their own mistake. They let go of such a talented person who was devoted to Zhao. Now they wanted to hunt him down. Lian Po and Zhao Bao believed that they could not do it.
"If we let him go, where will he go? Qin , Yan, or Chu, have you ever thought about it?" King Xiaocheng of Zhao was scared.
Whether Jin Yao went to Qin or Yan, it would be a huge disaster for Zhao.
"I can't do it!" Lian Po shook his head. It was not that he was reluctant to do it, but the other party had already followed the Mo family back to the Machinery City. With the protection of the Mo family, they could not kill him at all.
