Itaya and Liu Bang, and Tanaka.

"Zhao Gao! Zhao Gao!

The usual voice of Emperor Hu Hai II echoes in the palace of Xianyang.

However, it was a different kind of sad and impatient voice color to call the name of the trusted magician (Cancer).

Zhao Gao shows up for a small run and bows his head deeply.

Same as usual, and turns to the emperor with a grin that will chill if the beholder sees it.

"What is it, my lord?"

"O Zhao Gao! A thief, the rebels are coming right to the side! Why don't you know me? Why is that happening?!

Zhang Chu's army of General Zhou Wen (Shuubun), under Chen Sheng (Chan Shou), who names Wang, issued troops from Chen (Chan) as reinforcements to the provisional Wang (Kau) Xuguang (Okou).

However, Zhou Wen ignored the Qiyang (like Kai), which continued to be besieged by Qihiro, and marched further west.

Zhou Wen could not be stopped by the official army, which had concentrated its troops in Zhuyang, and the remaining government troops in each province disappeared with bubbles so that they could be swallowed by the flowing Great River.

Zhou Wen's army, transformed into a torrent, continued to gain momentum, breaking the once unbroken robust Sekiya Sekiya (Kankokukan), and finally approaching the capital of Qin (Shin), Xianyang, a few days away.

"Are you talking about Ma? The massive rebellion that approaches Xianyang here is... Is not my Qin ruled under the solemn law that each county has soldiers and punishes even rebel relatives, or (some) friends and acquaintances?

Zhao Gao shook his head as he moaned.

"We have just received a report of the assault on the job. Until then, it had not reached my ear. It's the negligence and rudeness of local officials."

The emperor dyes his face red and asks Zhao Gao.

"Chi, Zhao Gao, once I received the uprising. Didn't your Lord say he was delusional?

"I did mention that I suspected a delusion. After that, to reveal the truth, it is fearful, and many of them have no authority over the Lord."

The Emperor's spit flies down Kyou's head.

"O Lord...!

Zhao Gao looks up as the emperor tries to continue his words of criticism.

"Ugh..."

Without that expression, the words of the emperor, who saw his cold, cloudy eyes, lingered at the back of his throat and turned into a thin, gasping exhalation.

Not an eye toward the heavenly proxy emperor. No, it's not the eye that sees people.

And not people's eyes.

Inorganic eyes like snakes and lizards (anyway) directed at insects and other bait.

If you resist this man like this, he will swallow you, and this body will be melted in his belly?

I feel the heat boiling down in anger all at once and my own sweat taking away the heat in my hands and feet.

Blood bleeds out of his red-dyed face and freezes blue and white.

"Yes, not if I'm holding you accountable now. Rebellion must be fought."

Emperor II managed to move his cold hardening cheeks to escape Zhao Gao's eyes and opened his mouth, changing the talking spearhead.

And I go through my thoughts on heads I don't normally use, and I remember the main army I'd forgotten.

"Call for the King of the North! Let the rebellion be fought in 300,000 armies!

Shouting with all his fame, Zhao Gao lays down his emotionless eyes and bows his head again.

"The rebels are already at the end of their eyes and noses. We can't make it from Upper County."

"Ugh."

At least if I had received reports of rebellion a little sooner.

The emperor thinks of a time when he cannot return and bites his lips hatefully. But if you put it into words again, you can turn that eye to the eunuch in front of you.

Which is scarier than the thieves this palace swallows with war and strikes?

The emperor rang his throat and swallowed the words, saying something else.

"And gather your ministers. We'll hold a group meeting and pardon the upbeat."

"My pleasure."

Zhao Gao resigned from the Emperor's quarters, keeping his head down.

On his face facing down, he had a distorted grin like a crack in his mouth.

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"Why is there no minister in this important matter!

Emperor II's voice sounds vain.

The high-ranking government positions that appeared in the crowd were sparse in number.

The minister who was not here had already left Xianyang for some reason. This King's capital has already sinked into the sea of fire, foreseeing the fall of the Qin dynasty.

The remaining ministers here are the foolish ones who cannot see ahead or the foolish ones who try to think and defend their country?

Or someone with a divine plan to overturn this desperate situation?

"Let's see how we can get through this crisis."

There is no way that a thief disappears after cursing a runaway subordinate, and the emperor urges an argument.

Zhao Gao silently withholds from the Emperor by his throne.

In a place that sinks into silence, there is no choice but to raise his voice in a pompous manner.

"Once this place has retreated from Xianyang, gather the soldiers and give them a chance to fight back..."

"Where do you think you're going to retreat?"

"Hard to attack and easy to protect Hanzhong (Kanchiu) or the upper county with the army..."

The emperor asks the crowd with a sad voice for an argument that proceeds on the premise of renouncing Xianyang.

"Do I have to let you? What happens to the palace of Abo and the sleeping mausoleum of his late emperor? Are you going to be trampled and vandalized by a bunch of thieves and looted...?

One of the herds responds with a sinking face (thigh) to the words of some deviant sense of crisis.

"Unfortunately, my lord, Antai, deserves the highest priority. Restart and rebuild as long as your lord is safe..."

Saying so, he throws a pale anticipation over the head of the lowered minister.

"... can't we rally the soldiers from the neighborhood?

The minister shook his head with his head down,

"Not enough respite, not enough numbers"

The emperor holds his head when expectations are cut off.

"... why, to this sort of thing... Why..."

Nothing was known in the closed world of the palace, and the emperor, who was immersed in lukewarm happiness, could not think of any reason for rebellion, and was desperate for a disaster that suddenly descended.

"Is there no way to protect this palace...? Somewhere... the soldiers..."

There is no voice to respond to the emperor's rhetoric, and the heart of the debate leans toward the selection of transitional destinations.

"I'm afraid I do. There are soldiers."

It was the man who took it apart and had no character.