For a Prosperous World

The reinforcements will not come.

Zhao Jun, who got the news, collapsed. Everyone was not angry. For a moment, the anger could not be suppressed.

But when the generals conveyed the words of Zhao Kuo to the soldiers.

Their anger is gone, but no one is talking about reinforcements.

Some people knelt on the ground and wept loudly, while others took an object from their arms and capricorned, who knew what it was, maybe the old mother made a peaceful return, maybe which girl ’s handkerchief, or Children's toys at home.

They all understand that they should be dead.

They also understand that their death is a defeat and they cannot win, but they may be able to exchange the peace of the entire Zhao Guo and their families.

Then hit it, even if you may not be able to go back, even if you never see the person who came to send you off.

But the eldest husband was born in the world. If even the wives, children, and young people in the family cannot be thoughtful, what a man!

They are not loyal to the monarch to serve the country, they are not involved in the family.

The beating is, is it Qin Gou, I ’ll kill one if I come, and a pair if I ’m two, I ’m Zhao Guonan, and I ca n’t kill you!

Zhao Jun had less than 400,000 soldiers and besieged Changping on the seventh day. He should have shaken his heart, but at this time it was all the cohesion never before.

He is even more solid than they knew this battle would be.

When things are dying or victorious, sorrow must be reversed.

This is also Zhao Kuo's plan. He wants these 400,000 people to fight the Qin Army with him.

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"Kara!" The heavy gate was pushed open by two rows of soldiers.

Behind the battalion gate, a group of cavalry stood side by side. The iron rider, who could not see his head, wore cold bronze helmet, the mask of blue-faced beast-tooth, and the spears in his hands stood side by side.

"Tread."

The sound of the horseshoe is not neat, but with a trembling power.

Gu Nan rides on Black's back, the bronze is chilled, but the spear in his hand is a little hot.

If there is an accident, this battle will be the last one, but Gu Nan's brows frowned. In her memory, the battle of Changping in history, Zhao Jun stood for 45 days, but it was ten. It's less than days.

But judging from the forehead battle conditions in the past few days, Zhao Jun's morale could not be sustained every day.

一次 This time it seems to Qin Jun that it is the total offense. The cavalry is responsible for opening the road and breaking through the Zhao Jun's front with a rush. The infantry advances, and the cavalry breaks through the line quickly.

With the army of 600,000 troops coming in, Zhao Jun had no chance of success.

Gu Nan's shoulders were still a bit sour, and her arrow injury wasn't completely healed, it was only more than half.

But this is already different from ordinary people, and the speed of her injury recovery surprised Nian Duan for a while. If an ordinary person is injured by an arrow, can he cure the two problems? It is probably not complete without a few months.

I may be thinking too much ... Gu Nan secretly thought.

The 400,000 indigestible army is hard to become a combat force, not to mention the 600,000 elite.

Leaning to the side, the general of the cavalry was divided into two men, one of whom was Miao Wu riding a white horse. The other was a veteran, but it was Wang Ye.

Xi Baiqi did not enter the battle. Last night, he and Wang Xiye talked for a long time, always felt that this battle will not end soon, so this battle is still Wang Xi as the coach.

"Brother Gu, I want to compare with you in this battle, to see who you are better than me." Meng Wu grinned his big white teeth and said to Gu Nan.

"Quiet." Wang Yan frowned and looked at Meng Wu: "March battles are not just about courage. Learn from Naner, don't be afraid of major events. This is what a general should look like."

Wang Wang and Meng Wu's father, Meng Wu, are also old friends. Meng Wu did not dare to mess with such uncle figures, shrinking his head and no longer talking.

Gu Nan nodded his head and smiled slightly: "Thank you Wang Shuai for your praise."

"Okay. Not arrogant or impatient, look like this." Said Gu Nan meaningfully: "After the war, you have changed a lot, much better than Awu's incompetent thing."

"How can I get it?" Meng Wu also wanted to refute, was looked at by Wang Yan, and he kept silent.

Wang Wang smiled, looked back, and sank his face.

I hope not to be really hit by the old Bai, this battle is better to end soon.

全 "All troops!" The old and powerful voice resounded through the high altitude of the camp.

"set off!"

"His!"

With the hissing of the horses, all armies moved, and the sound of groaning was sullen. Wan Ma Pentium ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ smoke and dust all around, like a burst of wild rolls on the horizon.

The faint smoke of Zhao Jun's camp was rising, the soldiers were sitting together, and two or three people were sharing a piece of dry food. This was the case, and the black pieces were in their hands.

两 For two days in a row, they ate all of these things. At this time, their stomachs were dry, their strength was reduced by half, and even the sword was a little unstable.

The shabu-shabu is boiled white water. Without this, they would not be able to eat dry food as hard as stones in their hands.

Suddenly, they felt the water in their bowls shaking, turned their heads, and looked to the sky.

听 Listen carefully, faintly heard the sound of dense and scattered running.

Taking a few breaths, the sound became louder and louder, and then they saw the smoke and dust sweeping from the sky.

"Qin Army attacked!"

"Camp!"

"Everyone!"

"Quick!"

Zhao Jun, who was so hungry that he had no energy at all, shouted and lifted the sword and spear from his side.

Their hands holding the sword shivered weakly as they did a few days ago, but their eyes were different. The eyes were like tigers and wolves.

In the old but half-meter-high wooden stake camp wall, countless Zhao Jun began to gather together and raised the sword in his hand.

In the winter, Jianguang Hanhan.

Not far away, the spear of Qin Jun's iron riding drooped.

The horse speed was urged and urged, mentioning that it can no longer be faster, even faster than the sound of the wind, the horses and horses pass, and the wind is rolling.

Within a few seconds, the two armies ran into each other hundreds of meters apart.

I made a loud noise.

The sadness of the horses and the sound of swords and halberds erupted.

There are countless shouts and shouts drowned in Bing Ge.