At night!
Zhao Feng’s trusted aides were on duty outside the camp, while inside it was bustling.
All the old brothers were drinking rrily.
Apart from a batch of wine bought from the Immortals’ Liquor House, most of it was ordinary wine of this era.
After all, supplying more than sixty thousand sharp warriors at once, the fine wine from the Immortals’ Liquor House was not enough, and Yunzhong City had yet to have an Immortals’ Liquor House established.
Even though he possesses power now, Zhao Feng was still very cautious. It was better not to expose the Immortals’ Liquor House.
Zhao Feng sat at the center of the camp, not distancing himself from the old comrades who had fought together. He accepted anyone’s toast with composure.
"Subordinate congratulates General Zhao Feng on his joyous wedding."
"Congratulations to the General."
"Hahaha, I also offer my congratulations."
One by one, the sharp warriors approached Zhao Feng, holding up wine jars to offer their congratulations.
In the camp, drinking was either done from big bowls or directly from wine jars; there were no wine cups.
"Brothers, enjoy your drinks."
Zhao Feng raised his wine jar with a laugh and responded loudly.
"General."
"Do you still rember this subordinate? Back in the logistics army, it was you who stood up. Otherwise, I would have been crushed by the Han soldiers."
A middle-aged man approached Zhao Feng excitedly to toast.
"Wu Kui."
Zhao Feng recognized him at a glance and imdiately called out with a smile.
Upon hearing this,
the man shuddered all over, then excitedly exclaid, "I never expected the General to actually rember my na."
"Not just you, I rember many brothers in the army."
"For more than four years of bloody battles, I have always fought alongside these brothers."
"Old friends remain; so have departed."
"How could I not rember."
With the influence of alcohol, Zhao Feng was sowhat emotional.
"Wu Kui, don’t speak nonsense."
"I was among those who pursued you."
At this ti,
a sharp warrior said helplessly.
Upon hearing this,
many sharp warriors looked over.
And seeing this,
they could not help but laugh.
"Chen Quan, can you not spoil the mood?"
"I was reminiscing with the General." Wu Kui glared with dissatisfaction.
"Haha."
"Wu Kui, it wasn’t just Chen Quan chasing; I was there too."
"And ..."
One sharp warrior after another stood up laughing and said.
Obviously,
those who said they were chasing were the forr Han surrendered soldiers, who have now beco Qin’s sharp warriors, and their families have beco Qin’s citizens.
"You chased, we fled."
"It wasn’t just Wu Kui fleeing back then; we all did."
"You guys really pursued us fiercely back then. Otherwise, General, we would have been killed by you..."
Many sharp warriors laughed and said.
"Hahaha..."
A burst of laughter erupted imdiately, without any mockery, without any hatred, only a reminiscence among brothers in arms.
Seeing this,
a smile appeared on Zhao Feng’s face.
This kind of atmosphere was sothing he thoroughly enjoyed too.
In the past,
Qin and Han were enemies.
Countless Han soldiers perished at the hands of Qin’s sharp soldiers, and countless Qin sharp soldiers fell to Han forces.
But now,
with the surrendered Han soldiers reorganized into the penal battalion, everything naturally changed.
The forr enemies have now beco brothers in arms and have fought side by side for years; all past enmity has faded away.
Forr Han soldiers who are still alive have been reorganized and have beco Qin’s sharp warriors.
Under Zhao Feng’s command, every sharp warrior is assuredly able to entrust their back to any brother in arms. This is the bond of comrades, comrades in life and death.
The noise in the camp continued.
It was rare for the entire army to break the alcohol prohibition order, and naturally, no one wanted to miss out.
Moreover, Zhao Feng also ordered that, apart from those on duty, the entire army would have a day off tomorrow.
...
Xianyang!
Zhangtai Palace.
"Great King."
"Another one died."
"Having tested so many tis, it fully proves that General Zhao Feng was right, the Spirit Pill is indeed poisonous."
Zhao Gao reported respectfully.
Behind Zhao Gao, the temple official was still holding a box containing a dead rabbit.
Looking at these dead rabbits,
Ying Zheng’s expression was extrely grim: "I’ve consud the Spirit Pill for so many years, and it truly is poisonous. If not for Zhao Feng’s reminder, I would have continued taking it until the poison accumulated, eventually dying suddenly."
Zhao Gao imdiately knelt down, and the temple official behind him also knelt down.
"Great King, your luck is unparalleled, and having the General’s reminder is a great fortune."
"Now, as long as the Great King stops taking the Spirit Pill and has the great physician prescribe so detoxifying dicine, the toxins in the body can certainly be removed." Zhao Gao said respectfully.
"To harm with the Spirit Pill."
"I shall not lightly forgive."
Ying Zheng’s face was gloomy, his eyes already filled with killing intent.
"Ren Xiao."
Ying Zheng called out forcefully.
"At your service."
Ren Xiao responded and stepped forward.
"Arrest all the alchemists from the Elixir Hall." Ying Zheng ordered coldly.
"I receive the order."
Ren Xiao strode out, leading the Imperial Guard Army towards the Elixir Hall.
Once considered a place of high importance by the King of Qin, the Elixir Hall was located within the royal palace, neither in the harem nor in the front palace.
The Elixir Hall!
It was divided into many halls, each containing several alchemy furnaces. Besides the pill alchemists working at the furnaces, there were also servants adding wood and maintaining the fire.
In today’s world, the status of alchemists was not low.
Not only kings but also influential and powerful nobles longed for immunity from diseases, even more for immortality.
Many nobles considered the patronage of alchemists essential.
"How many pills have been crafted today?"
Deputy chief Xu Lin of the Elixir Hall inquired.
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