Itaya and Liu Bang, and Tanaka.

Whether we meet or talk, a man who can't seem to remember the look of it after a day.

If it were to be strongly mentioned, would it be an unmotivated sleepy eye?

The emperor could not immediately understand the words spoken by the sleepy man, and when he understood them somewhat, he rode over and tried to call the man by his name.

"Lord! The Lord is sure......! Sure... it was Xiaofu or Xiaofu's..."

"It's in Zhanghan."

To the emperor whose name does not appear, Zhang Han gives his salute and tells his name.

"Oh, Zhang Han! What did you say earlier?! Are the soldiers here?!

(Speak falsely…. where and how many soldiers)

Zhang Han responds unmindfully to the emperor who has just popped out of the throne as the crowd turns its defamatory (sleazy) white eyes in his mouth.

"Ha. Soldiers are in Mount Rizan."

"If you think about what you're going to say, you think it's Mt. There are only soldiers in the mountains who guard the first mausoleums. Nothing to add."

One of his subjects rattles his nose and speaks differently to Zhang Han's proposal.

Zhang Han smiles bitterly and shakes his head.

"No, I'm more of a jailer and slave working in a mausoleum, not you. That number is more than 200,000. Let's beat the rebels approaching the king's capital."

"Aren't they soldiers, just peasants who sinned? Do you mean to give weapons to sinners in the first place? Wouldn't you point that blade at me?"

The emperor was discouraged and sat his shallow put ass back deep.

The objection is also spoken of during the subordination, but Zhang Han doesn't even care to stop, he heads to the throne and continues his words.

"If you serve as a soldier, forgive your sins, and if you issue a decree acknowledging your rank, let's all consider thieves. The rebels are also former peasants and displaced persons. I'm not sure if I've been trained."

"... Huh, Mm. So is that..."

The deeply seated emperor began to listen and think about whether he had found hope in Zhanghan's floating valves.

When he sees the emperor's heart shake, leaning towards leaving Xianyang, one of his ministers, who had already intended to flee, rushes to ask Zhang Han.

"Heh, as enough soldiers, what will the general who leads it do? Such a less skilled army, not to mention anyone to lead."

Zhang Han does not turn to the pronounced minister, but responds grandly with his hands in front of his chest.

"Why should I leave what I have suggested to people? Let this chapter Hand lead the prisoners and others to stop the rebels."

A twist occurs on the place of the crowd.

"Oh, the Lord's position is Xiaofu. I've never had the experience of leading an army."

Sitting shallow again, the emperor with his butt floating asks.

"I have no experience in leading the army, but I have experience in the service. What, until one official (Kanri) disappears who can't remember the prisoner and his name even if he loses. Then we'll make time to be the shield of death. I know it's not too late to leave."

"Umm...... umm"

Hearing the words, the emperor turned to Zhao Gao, who stood beside him for the first time in the crowd.

Zhao Gao laid his eyes down and lowered his head shallow.

The emperor who saw it nodded and turned to Zhang Han,

"Good, and forgive Xiaofu Zhanghan's words. You will be a handsome general and you will leave the king's capital."

"Ha."

Zhang Han returned the assembled hand with a short, but resounding voice throughout the room.

And his sleepy eyes were only slightly opened, and his gaze was directed towards the eunuch, who refrained behind the emperor.

Zhao Gao, who had laid his eyes down all the time, also raised his gaze and caught a man with scarce features arching in front of the throne with dull and glowing eyes behind his thick lid (eyelids).

◇ ◇ ◇

"Zhang Handan!

Quitting from the crowd place, a voice is heard from a tall man with a fine face on Zhang Han heading to his room.

"You did well. So this is the secret that was warming you up. Are we going to the mountain now?

"Lord Sima Hin. Well, it's troublesome, but we have to convince the prisoners and others to do the military body even at the beginning of the tentative."

The two walk side by side in the long hallway to discuss the future.

"But is it really okay? May I persuade the prisoner to serve as a soldier"

Sima Hin hits Zhang Han with the questions even raised in the crowd.

"I guess it's up to you to teach me exactly how to fight."

"Hmm. Most of the enemies are peasants, as they said. Military experience is marginal, to the extent that even the main unit has grown hairs on peasants. Once it collapses, it'll be brittle."

The walking Sima Hin gradually drops in towards Zhang Han.

"... well, even the peasants have been through some real battles, so I can't be that optimistic. Well, I'll make it work."

Zhang Han responds as he moves toward the wall to expand between him and his neighbor, but Sima Xin also approaches for that matter.

"By the way, of course you would recommend me as your deputy general."

Sima Hin snorts roughly at Zhang Han, who gradually had to walk with his shoulders rubbed against the wall.

"No, Lord Sima Hin is a member of Long History. Isn't Prime Minister Li (Ri) an official?"

"Do you think the prime minister, Lord Li Shi, called it a disease, did not serve it, and remained hidden in the mansion? While his eldest son, Lord Li Yu, was struggling in Jieyang, he did not escape. However, Zhao Gao suppressed him and sent reinforcements, and he seemed to be disappointed."

Sima Hin's long face circled around and finally cornered Zhang Han on the wall.

And the whispering, hot, spitting words, and the breathing.

"So they'll use me for no job. I also want to grab the tail feather of you, fly out of this demon palace, and plunge it into the sky of Nakahara."

Zhang Han, who stopped walking, sighs and gleefully pushes back Sima Hin's face.

"Well, calm down, my face is close. I need you to do something for Lord Shimahiko."

"Well, something."

Sima Hin's face pushes Zhang Han's hand back again as a delight.

Zhang Han's sleepy eyes sharpen a little while suppressing his face.

"If I succeed in leaving the rebels, the Lord of this demon palace may move. For example, they call me a liaison officer and send me a watchman."

The two refrained from behind the emperor and thought of Zhang Han looking at him with inorganic snake-like eyes from behind his dripping lid.

"That's possible. Because of this, we got an army that we could move freely away from his eyes. That's not funny."

Sima Hin releases her face and hands on her thin jaw, frowning.

"You'll probably send more than one person. So I want Lord Shima Hin to be named the head of the role. If it's long history, it's good for surveillance and communication."

Zhang Han exhales in a ho on his remote face.

"Hmm, people who are tempted to go to battlefield have already been ostracized by that viper. It's not unnatural for me to raise my hand."

Zhang Han's suggestion continues to be made to Shima Hin, who circles his thoughts.

"If there were more than one surveillance, but it wasn't close to his face... the wide faceted Shima Hin Temple would also know his breathless figure. I would then like to gather regular soldiers from the nearby province and ask them to pull out reinforcements. If you win, you can't say no."

When Sima Xin opened her eyebrows, she joined her hands with enough momentum to make a sound.

Then he approaches Zhang Han again and spits.

"Strange reckoning of boulders! At last, Hong is awake! No, if you're going to eat that viper the other way around, I think it's a snake!

Zhang Han wiped the spit that hung on his face, annoying him in the heart, and began to slip through the side of Sima Hin.

"Wouldn't I be spreading worse poison than a snake or something? You're going to hold your breath for the survival of this country."

Bitter laughing Sima Hin follows.

"Oh, that was a silence. But I wonder what that viper is thinking. I didn't know I had to hit anything until this happened..."

Zhang Han stopped and looked back to Sima Hin.

"Nothing. Maybe you haven't thought about it. Or again..."

That's what I said, I turned around, and walked out again.

Zhang Han's face, invisible from Sima Hin walking behind him, contained more severity than he had ever seen before.