As long as Zhao Feng does not misunderstand, everything is fine.
Hou Sheng is truly worried that Zhao Feng might misunderstand these assassins as the doing of Qi. If that happens, no explanation would hold.
"Your Majesty."
"All the assassins have been exterminated."
"The Personal Guard Army suffered no casualties."
Zhang Ming rode forward and respectfully reported.
Zhao Feng nodded slightly.
He then surveyed the civilians gathered on both sides of the official road, many of whom were still in a panic.
"I stand here, remnants of fallen nations. If you wish to kill me, you must seize this opportunity. Once today is past, there will be no more chances."
After looking around, Zhao Feng shouted loudly.
In the shadows.
The remaining members who had not yet acted felt their hearts filled with anger and hatred upon hearing Zhao Feng's words.
Since the destruction of Han began.
In the destruction of the various countries by the Qin, Zhao Feng had a hand.
The number of noble families from deceased nations that perished by Zhao Feng's hands was countless. To these remnants, Zhao Feng bore countless blood debts; they hated him to the core and would tear him to pieces if they could.
Inside a civilian house.
"Bastard."
"This damn Qin bandit."
"He's so rampant."
"I will definitely kill him."
A young boy cursed angrily and was about to rush out with his sword.
"Yu'er, shut your mouth."
"Behave."
"In this situation, going out is seeking death." A man slightly over thirty scolded the boy in front of him.
"Uncle."
"Grandpa died by his hand, and half of our Xiang clan perished at the hands of the Qin Army, all because of this wretched Zhao Feng."
"If I cannot kill him now, once he returns to the Qin Capital, there will hardly be another chance." The boy called Yu'er spoke with hatred.
"Zhao Feng is trying to use words to provoke us into coming out to die."
"Although he doesn't have the strength of an entire camp with him, his trusted aides are battle-hardened warriors, and ordinary people can hardly match them. Even if you are brave, Yu'er, can you contend against these elite troops?"
"Hold your patience."
"Qin cannot remain powerful forever. We only have to wait for the right moment." Xiang Liang sighed.
At this point.
The identity of this young boy can be inferred.
Historically renowned as the Overlord of Western Chu, Xiang Yu.
Xiang Liang was indeed his uncle.
In the past, when Zhao Feng led the army to destroy Chu, countless people of Chu died at Zhao Feng's hands; the three families of Chu, including Xiang Yan's family, were all exterminated by a single command from Zhao Feng.
"Brother Xiang."
"Your uncle is right."
"To seek revenge or restoration, now is simply not the time."
"Currently, Qin's national power is strong, and the king is talented, with powerful civil and military abilities."
"Our motherland couldn't compete with Qin when it existed, and now that it's gone, with our numbers alone, Qin could easily obliterate us."
"Ultimately, we're just mice hiding in the shadows; staying hidden keeps us safe, but showing ourselves is seeking death."
"We have to lie in wait for an opportunity."
A young man also spoke to Xiang Yu.
"Zi Fang."
"Now that the King of Qi has decided to surrender, what should we do?"
"Now only Qi remains; once Qi surrenders, Qi lands will become Qin Territory, and it will become even harder for us." Xiang Liang looked at the young man helplessly.
"Although Qin unifies the world and its territory is vast, it cannot monitor everything. We currently have the household registration of People of Qi, and so long as we don't expose ourselves in the future, we can still gather strength and wait for an opportunity."
"Not only that."
"In our former motherland, numerous anti-Qin patriots can secretly develop, waiting for the moment when Qin weakens, then we can rise with the tide." The young man said with determination.