For a Prosperous World

The ministers looked at each other, and one of them said to Zhao Xingli.

"King, General Li has been defeated."

"Hehehe." Wang Zhao gave a bitter laugh, and suddenly he didn't know what he was laughing, as if he was laughing at himself.

After a long laugh, he nodded, his eyes stunned: "The soldier was defeated, the soldier was defeated ..."

For a long time, he looked up at the crowd and asked, "Zhao Guo, is there still a way out?"

The Minister did not know how to answer.

Just after a while someone said, "King, there is no way back for Zhao Guo."

It was a very middle-aged man with a straight body, his eyes fixed on the throne.

Zhao Wangqian looked up at the middle-aged man and lowered his eyes again: "Brother."

His face was bleak, and he asked intermittently, "So, what else is Zhao Guo?"

"King." The middle-aged looked a little disappointed in the look of Zhao Zhao, but then said absolutely, "Zhao Guo can fight!"

"Take back the Qin country tiger and wolf!"

"Retreating from the Qin Dynasty?" Wang Zhao raised his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said weakly, "How to retreat from the Qin Dynasty?"

"Now there are still more than 150,000 troops in Handan, and Wang Gongjun's families have killed tens of thousands, but the Qin army is only over 200,000.

The middle-aged man who was called the elder brother by King Zhao stood on the side of the ministers and looked at King Zhao quietly.

"King, Zhao Guo, be a generation without fear of death."

"Jiagzi, be careful." A minister whispered to the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man is the original Zhao Guo's sister-in-law, and his son Jia.

The hall was quiet, and King Zhao helped his forehead to sit on his seat.

The ministers looked at Zhao Zhao silently.

For a long time, Zhao Zhao's voice was low and spit out a word: "hit!"

His eyes were fierce: "When Zhao Guo was afraid that Qin Guo would not succeed!"

"hit!"

Gongzi Jia looked at Zhao Zhao and laughed, this is what my King of Zhao Guo should look like.

Qin Jun besieged Handan, but met with strong resistance from Zhao Jun.

at the same time.

South Korea's Oushui River, Wei Zhuang held the sword in his hand and looked at the Qin Army as if the dark clouds were under pressure.

The armor on his body was chilling, and the weird long sword in his hand seemed to tremble, making a slight howl.

The Korean soldier behind him held the spear in his hand and stood behind Wei Zhuang, watching Qin Jun walking forward half a step forward.

Wei Zhuang's eyes looked back, and said lightly: "No order, anyone who enters will be cut."

The Korean soldier stopped and watched Qin Jun raise his blade, his hands were white.

The sound of simmering water behind him gradually started.

The two armies looked at each other, and Wei Zhuang saw a man in the Qin army wearing a gray robe with a bronze sword on his waist.

Looking at the man, Wei Zhuang's mouth evoked a chilling smile. Above the blade in his hand, there was a desire to kill.

Meng Wu looked at the Korean army formation. The general in front of the army was very weird, with pale hair, and his eyes seemed to be looking at himself.

Meng Wu turned his head back, but the Korean general looked at a gray man beside him.

This man was a royal swordsman sent by King Qin.

The man in gray also seemed to be watching the Korean general with a surge of swords in his body.

Meng Wu smiled: "Mr. Guy, how about that person?"

Gainie glanced at Meng Wu, held the sword around his waist, and nodded: "Thank you, General Meng."

"Nothing, South Korea, the National Games have run out." Said, Meng Wu raised his spear.

"Army, dash!"

Lao Shui was even more turbulent by the shocking sound of the sky, and the interlaced spear light soldiers were reflected in the water surface.

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It was only a few days after the killing faded away.

Among the corpses that could not see the head.

Wei Zhuang fell to the ground, half face immersed in the plasma, eyes forward, the person in front of him quietly.

Gai Nie raised his sword, but finally lowered it. The long sword was inserted into Wei Zhuang's side, dragging his tired body, and limping to leave.

"You, don't kill me?" Wei Zhuang raised his head, his face stained with blood and a little bit sick.

Gai Nie turned around, was silent, looked at the distance, and said, "Qin Jun is coming."

Nothing to say was just going away.

Wei Zhuang stood up holding the sword in his hand and coughed.

He glanced at the distant figure and turned to leave.

Next time, I will kill you.

Qin Jun attacked South Korea's Xinzheng one month later.

The door of Xinzheng was closed tightly, and King Han stood on the top of the city and looked at the rushing Qin Army, holding his hands weakly against the city wall.

The clouds were overcast, and the army stepped in. The spirit was suppressed in everyone's heart, and every sound was like a great shock.

King Han followed with ministers, his face pale.

Meng Wu stood in front of the city, looking at the flag above the city wall, and the Korean character rolled under the sky.

Raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"City generals and Han Wang, half an hour, if Han Wang falls, you can protect Xinzheng everyone! If Han Wang does not fall, the Qin army will attack the city! When the city breaks, everyone will blame it! No wonder in Qin!"

The voice echoed between the two armies.

Shoucheng Zhi, standing on the top of the city, looked silently at the king of Han standing aside, clenched his long sword around his waist, and kneeled for a long time.

"King, we are willing to die with your body! In Qin Jun, fight to death!"

The soldiers on the city's head held the blade in their hands, were silent, and knelt down one by one.

There is nothing to die for. It would be better to be a Korean and die than to live a Korean life.

"I'll wait for my final battle!"

Among the ministers, Xiang Ping Zhang Ping also stepped out and looked at Han Wang and said aloud.

"I'll wait. I'm willing to die. I don't want to lose my Korean spine!"

The ministers looked at each other, and at last they seemed to have figured out something, and let out a smile.

Shaking his head, he knelt down.

"I don't want to lose my Korean spine!"

King Wang looked at the kneeling general and minister, and his eyes were dumb, and he nodded: "Get up."

Murmured: "Get up."

As he said, he looked at the Korean flag rolled in the city, and then looked at the roof tiles in the city.

For the king and the king, the burden is the weight of a country!

Gradually it seemed that he had his own determination.

"Incompetent ..."

"But the widow is still the king of Han."

He looked at the city for a long time.

It's like watching South Korea.

Then he turned around and walked step by step to the wall.

Looking at Qin Jun ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ under the city, his face was swollen and red, with tears in his eyes and roared.

"General Qin!"

"My King is here! Hurt my Korean people!"

"South Korea, come down!"

Talking about the figure standing on the head of the city, he looked angrily at the hosts.

Leap forward.

Shouted: "South Korea, come down!"

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South Korea is destroyed and King Han is dead.

In the same year, the Qin Army sieged in Handan for a long time. Because of the long-range war, the army was tight, and eventually retired.

Keke, today, there are no more three, no more motion. Then some readers said that I like Gintama. Well, I like it very much. This is a good anime.