For a Prosperous World

The sun is very good, but the air is extremely cold.

It was forty-five days before the Qin army besieged Zhao Jun's main force.

It snowed till now, until the spring.

For more than a month, no one knows how many corpses were covered under the beautiful moving white snowflakes.

For more than 40 days of confrontation.

Wu Qinjun was killed in more than 200,000, with 400,000 main forces remaining, Zhao Jun was killed in more than 200,000, and more than 100,000 remnants were left.

Twenty-five-five.

An army that has run out of food and has been besieged by mountains several times its own army and is in an unfavorable terrain can theoretically be broken within five days.

However, Zhao Junsheng lived for forty days.

They started eating dead bodies on the battlefield at the beginning, and even began to eat their own war horses. Some people have begun to eat each other.

Xi is such a team, but the army's heart has not collapsed. What's more terrible is that they have dragged more than 200,000 Qin Army to death. They are still guarding.

This war situation made Bai Qi feel a little cold, and Zhao Jun's strength far exceeded his estimation.

Wu Baiqi stood in his camp and sighed weakly. The old hand picked up the pen on the desk case.

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一 In the early morning, a rider took a horse out of the Qin Army camp and ran towards Zhao Jun's position.

The camp was fairly warm, Zhao Ku sat on the main seat and coughed weakly.

He was completely indifferent, described as withered, looking a few thinner, two frames sunken. The boring hair was covered with blood stains, and the general's armor on his body was full of sword marks and knife holes.

The uncle's soldiers came in slowly, holding a bowl of steaming broth: "General, it's time to eat."

He said he put the bowl in front of Zhao Kuo, hesitated and said, "It's horse meat."

In the current Zhao Jun camp, only Zhao Kuo can still eat horse meat. Other people eat dead bodies picked up on the battlefield.

报 "Report!" A thin-skinned soldier stood at the door with a piece of wood in his hand: "General, Qin Jun sent someone to send a message."

秦军 ···

括 Zhao Ku frowned and said weakly, "Take it up."

The soldiers stepped forward and sent the wooden strips to Zhao Kuo's desk case.

I said it was news. In fact, it was just a bark with four characters written on it.

The surrender does not kill.

Staring blankly at the four words on the cracked bark.

a long time.

括 Zhao Ku closed his eyes, his fists clucked.

But in the end it became deeply weak.

After a long time, his fists were released, and he took a long sigh, as if sighing everything.

For a moment, it seemed like a teenager.

He asked the soldiers around him wearily, "I'm waiting, how many days have I been there?"

The soldier's eyes glanced down: "Forty-fifth day, today is the 46th day."

"How many kills?"

"... more than 200,000."

"This way." Zhao Kuo nodded his head, like a dead wood looking at the snow outside the account.

"Do not kill the descendants, or ..."

After all, Zhao Ku was relentless. He really didn't dare to take the last 200,000 people to death.

He has already filled 200,000 people into this bottomless battlefield with his own hands, and he really cannot fight.

忠君 报国 ...

Ha ha···

Zhao Kuo's eyes flashed with tears.

"Order, army, drop!"

He kissed Zhao Kui with a kiss.

He saw that Zhao Ku had stood up.

The lifeless body returned to normal, and stood straight again with his spear out of the account.

The snow was flying in the sky, and he patted the horse standing in the snow.

"I'm going to battle, will you follow?"

"Hum." The dark horse snorted and blew Zhao Go's robes.

"Hahaha, good!"

Turned on his horse.

"General."

"General ..."

Along the way, countless people looked at Zhao Kuo.

I saw Zhao Ku one person and one horse before, and slowly walked out of the camp.

The eight-pike spear spread the cold light, and the horse's hoof stepped on the snow.

The blood-stained general walked into the snow and headed for the Qin Army camp.

The spear was erected, cold and bright.

括 Zhao Kuoyun screamed at the full strength of his life.

"Generals obey orders!"

"The appointment of the day, with the hope of breaking the enemy, Qin Jun will be powerless to go northward. We have not lived up to Zhao Guo, and our wife and children."

"General Bai Qi Enoch, the surrender does not kill, after I die, the power and surrender, to save his own life.

"Zhao Kuo owes you one life and will return it in the next life. This is my last military order and I must not lose it."

"Military orders!"

...

"Our Zhao family, we should be the sword, fight the world, loyal to the king and serve the country, why not die!"

The high-pitched voice seemed to pierce through the clouds with a warlike intention.

Made Blizzard mess.

There was a beep, and another echoed in the Changping mountain forest.

"I am General Zhao Guo, Zhao Guo! Who will fight me!"

Yi Yi rode on his own, killing thousands of horses against the Qin army.

Qi Baiqi stood in the distance, watching Zhao Kuochong come to ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ with a calm expression. After he sent the letter, he guessed Zhao Kuo's choice.

This is his last counsel. If Zhao Ku still does not surrender, Bai Qi will choose to bully Zhao Jun's army.

Behind him, Gu Nan stood aside, wearing black armor, and stood in a row of crossbowmen who had assembled early, opened his crossbow, and the arrows were freezing in the winter.

Bian Baiqi raised his hand slightly, then dropped it gently: "Put an arrow."

A cricket is like a locust torrential rain, shooting arrows at random.

Take a few breaths.

I drowned that single ride in the snow.

The stallion stopped, hurried forward a few more steps, and finally kneeled on the snow weakly, and the snow turned red.

Zhao Kuo sat on the horse and counted arrows, his eyes were full of blood-red silk.

He looked up at the sky and snow, his pupils became dilated and his vision gradually blurred.

The sky was dying, and the army was unfavorable.

"bump!"

One person and one horse fell to the ground, his blood was red with snow, and there was no sound.

In Zhao Junying, a voice shivered and shouted, "Lead the general."

The commander was riding a horse and running in the camp, and snow was splashing.

His Majesty yelled again and again, echoing over the barracks.

"Down!"

Listening to the order, the soldiers in the barracks turned red and could not say a word.

He pinched his hands to the white, looking at Qin Jun's camp, his eyes seemed to be swallowing people.

For a long time, it seemed like he had exhausted all his strength and shivered and lowered the blade in his hand.

Remembered with the first voice.

The sound of gurgling sound overwhelmed the past.

The astonishing momentum is like an army of tigers and wolves about to charge and kill the enemy.

"At the command of the general, come down!"