"The Duke of Qin has arrived."

Outside Chencang City, on the bank of the Weishui River, Qin Gong Ying Quliang's chariot slowly stopped with a burst of rolling wheels.

Looking at the Qin bus driving not far away, especially the dark Qin flag fluttering in the wind, Wei Hou Wei Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp edge.

Although there was no smoke at this moment, Wei Feng knew very well that he would be greeted by an invisible battle.

Wei Feng calmed down slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and then he strode towards Qin's bus.

"Qin Gong."

"Marquis Wei."

As the saying goes: "Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet."

It's just that the two people standing opposite each other at this moment didn't have much hatred or anger in their eyes when they looked at each other.

The Battle of Jingshui ended with Wei's victory, which meant that Qin had completely lost its ability to compete with Wei for supremacy.

Looking at Wei Feng, who was as proud as a host greeting guests, Ying Quliang's seemingly calm expression actually gave rise to a sense of sadness.

You must know that the land the two of them were standing on at this time had been included in the territory of the Qin State for hundreds of years, and the old capital Yongdu had already fallen into the hands of the Wei State.

The original host became a guest, and the original guest became the host. As Qin Gong, Ying Quliang could only bear the turmoil in his heart caused by this change.

As if he didn't notice the complicated expression in Ying Quliang's eyes, or deliberately ignored it, Wei Feng took Ying Quliang's hand in a familiar manner.

"Mr. Qin, follow me."

Wei Feng and Ying Quliang boarded a chariot that had been prepared and walked slowly towards the figures standing on the bank of the Weishui River.

"Xilulu..."

Accompanied by a loud neighing sound from the horses pulling the chariot, the chariot that Wei Feng and his two men were riding in stopped in front of a huge red phalanx.

Standing on the chariot, Wei Feng glanced at the scene in front of him, and then looked behind him with pride on his face.

"Mr. Qin, are the soldiers of our state Wei strong and mighty?"

Wei Feng's question immediately caused Ying Quliang to fall into silence. At this time, he was looking at the army in front of him with a complicated expression.

Ying Quliang was not someone who was inexperienced in military affairs. On the contrary, he had followed Qin Xiangong Ying Shixi to the battlefield many times, and he had an extraordinary understanding of war and the army.

Just by looking at it, Ying Quliang knew that the army in front of him must be an elite force tempered through hundreds of battles.

The sharp blades shone with cold light, the arrow clusters emitted starlight, and the momentum that only soldiers fighting on the battlefield can exude.

With all of this firmly imprinted in his heart, looking at the red military flag flying above the phalanx, Ying Quliang felt a little jealous for no reason in his heart.

Why weren't such elite troops born in the Qin State? With such a powerful army in hand, he could win the Quliang Army with a three-foot green spear and compete with the princes of the world.

Ying Quliang was Ying Quliang after all, and he quickly broke away from the thoughts in his heart.

Still looking ahead with envious eyes, Ying Quliang sincerely praised Wei Feng: "The soldiers of Wei are worthy of the name of the strongest army in the world."

"With such a powerful army in hand, Wei will have no rivals, and the Marquis of Wei will not worry about the world being unstable."

"Hahaha……"

As Ying Quliang's praise fell, a burst of hearty and proud laughter appeared on the bank of the Weishui River.

Although he knew that most of Ying Quliang's words were flattering, and although he understood that it was not enough to rely on Wei Wuzu to stabilize the world, Wei Feng was still very happy in his heart.

In the previous life, the unparalleled Wei Wu soldiers were broken in the hands of Wei Feng;

In this life, this long sword named Wei Wuzu will definitely shine in his hands.

Thinking of this, a surge of heroism surged in his heart, and Wei Feng took a firm step forward.

"The soldiers of Wei Wuzu."

When the familiar voice appeared in the ears, when the familiar figure appeared in front of the eyes, a touch of admiration appeared in the eyes of the Wei soldiers present.

"The king has lived for ten thousand years, and the Wei Dynasty has lived for ten thousand years."

"The king has lived for ten thousand years, and the Wei Dynasty has lived for ten thousand years."

"The king has lived for ten thousand years, and the Wei Dynasty has lived for ten thousand years."

…

At this moment, with the shouts getting louder and louder, the morale of Wei Wushu could be said to have reached its peak.

Standing on the chariot and witnessing all this with his own eyes, Ying Quliang felt that the person standing in front of him was not a Wei soldier, but a wild beast.

When this giant beast opened its eyes, straightened its body and exposed its fangs, probably no one would dare to fight it.

Ignoring the turmoil in Ying Quliang's heart at this moment, when the shouting gradually ended, the chariot that Wei Feng and the two were riding continued to move forward.

"coming."

"Your Majesty and Duke Qin have arrived."

A few more calls came from a team ahead, which immediately attracted the attention of Ying Quliang, who had already recovered.

With some confusion and confusion, Ying Quliang asked Wei Feng: "Marquis Wei, may I ask who these people are?"

"oh!"

Hearing Ying Quliang's question, Wei Feng's smile couldn't help but become brighter.

"These are all scholars of the Xihe School."

"When they heard that Duke Qin and I were going to have an alliance on the banks of the Wei River, they came to Yongcheng one after another to witness this grand event."

After a brief introduction to Ying Quliang, Wei Feng's right hand once again held Ying Quliang's hand as familiarly as an old friend.

"Mr. Qin, would you like to come with me to meet these scholars who have come from afar."

"I have my wish and I dare not say goodbye."

After a while, the chariot that Wei Feng and Ying Quliang were riding finally stopped in front of a group of Xihe scholars.

"We will pay homage to the Marquis of Wei and the Duke of Qin."

"You don't have to be polite."

Facing the famous scholar in front of him, Wei Feng's face immediately showed a touch of kindness like spring breeze and rain.

"The name of Xihe Academy is very familiar to me. When I see you today, I know that Xihe scholars are all talented people who have read poetry and books."

"The door of our Kingdom of Wei has always been open to you. If any of you are interested in serving as officials, you might as well show your talents in our Kingdom of Wei."

Wei Feng's words immediately brought joy to the faces of the scholars present.

Zixia, the founder of the Xihe School, advocated that "excellence in learning leads to officialdom", and most of them also intended to become officials.

Under such circumstances, the promise Wei Feng made today was undoubtedly a reassurance for these Xihe scholars.

While Wei Feng was chatting with a group of scholars, the expression on Ying Quliang's face turned serious.

The scene just now made Ying Quliang break into a cold sweat on his back.

In fact, Wei's victory over Qin was not so much a military victory as a talent victory.

Li Kui consolidated the national strength for Wei, Wu Qi severely damaged Qin for Wei, and the talented team composed of Gongsun Qi, Gongsun Yang, Sun Boling, and Pang Juan inflicted the most critical blow to Qin.

At this moment, Ying Quliang suddenly felt a little helpless in his heart. Can the Wei State really be defeated by the Qin State?
Chapter completed!