Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

"Is he a human or a ghost?" Under the dawn light, Pang Nuan looked at the battlefield in front of the Jingshui Floating Bridge at the end of his sight, and his increasingly older face could not hide the look of horror.

At the end of his sight, a tall figure holding a halberd stood in front of the pontoon. The original color of the armor on his body could no longer be seen, but a dark red color flashed in the morning light, which was the color of the blood of countless Zhao and Wei coalition soldiers. .

Since the Zhao Wei coalition launched its attack last night, it has never stopped. The Zhao Wei coalition has changed one wave after another. The attack lasted from last night to this early morning, and the Qin imperial guards also continued to rotate. Behind that figure On his body, the Qin Imperial Guards came and went no less than ten times, but the figure never took a step back from the beginning to the end.

Dianqing, who was bent on avenging his master, launched another charge. This time, there were no Qin guards around the figure, only the figure of a horizontal halberd.

In Pang Nuan's sight, the long halberd stained with unknown amounts of blood was raised high, and streams of true energy like water gathered on the top of the halberd, and then slashed down vertically, making the Zhao and Wei coalition forces extremely familiar and frightened. The energy group attacked and killed Wei Wuzu. Wherever it passed, it plowed a deep mark on the ground. The earth and rocks were wrapped around it. By the time it hit Wei Wuzu, it had turned into a huge The earth and stone ball suddenly exploded.

Even though Wei Wu's soldiers were holding iron shields and wearing heavy armor, more than a dozen people were blown away in an instant. A huge gap opened up in the formation. The earth and rocks were flying around, like hidden weapons, impacting Wei Wu's soldiers. , The lucky ones are protected by iron armor, and although they may be injured, they won't die. But the unlucky ones are pierced through the face and head by intuition.

In one blow, a group of Wei soldiers were almost destroyed, but such a powerful attack seemed to be just ordinary for that figure.

In the battle that lasted all night, whenever the Qin guards were unable to hold on, the figure would use such an attack, so simple and unpretentious, but so terrifying.

At this moment, Pang Nuan couldn't help but think of a sword he had seen: Zhenyue, the sword of Li Mu, the pillar of the northern border of Zhao State.

"Zhen Yue, do you think this is what it is?" Pang Nuan sighed, feeling frustrated for a moment.

Pang Nuan has lived for such a long time. He has been to Qi State and traveled to the three Jin Dynasties. He has seen many first-class masters. Even if he is a master master, he has seen a lot. Not to mention anything else, he was famous in the land of Yanqi. The famous master Gongsun Long, who has almost stepped into the realm of great master with one foot, stepped into the realm of grand master with the theory of Li Jianbai, and interpreted the truth of name and reality to the extreme with his martial arts. There are endless changes between the virtual and the real. He is best at group fighting, but even Gongsun Long's ability in group fighting is far inferior to that of Yang Ming at this time. It was a high-intensity battle for a whole night, and he did not appear to be exhausted.

This strength alone is already appalling.

"General, the returning Qin army's forward is only eighty miles away from here." A soldier galloped from a distance, came to Pang Nuan, and whispered.

"It's already eighty miles away. It seems like we can't take his life after all." Pang Nuan said, feeling his mood waning for a moment.

Yesterday, he had already received news that Lu Buwei had personally led the army to return for reinforcements. At that time, he already knew that his plan to attack Xianyang was impossible to succeed, and all he could do was to withdraw his troops.

But before withdrawing his troops, Pang Nuan wanted to do one more thing, which was to completely eliminate the Qin guards and their leader Yang Ming.

In several days of fighting, Yang Ming and this imperial guard caused heavy casualties to the coalition forces, but there was nothing they could do. From the Wei general Zhu Hai to the ordinary soldiers, the number of casualties in the hands of the Qin imperial guards was unexpectedly On top of the casualties of the siege soldiers.

In particular, Yang Ming's ability in this battle shocked Pang Nuan. With his unrivaled martial arts in the army, coupled with his keen awareness of the military situation, he was almost invincible when facing battle.

Pang Nuan wanted to kill such a being before retreating. In this way, even if the plan to raid Xianyang failed, it could not be regarded as fruitless.

It was precisely because of this that Pang Nuan ordered an overnight attack on the pontoon. However, as the Qin army's forward approached, Pang Nuan's plan was less and less likely to succeed.

"That's all, that's all. Such a person deserves to be famous all over the world." Pang Nuan sighed, feeling bitter and unwilling in his heart. He even felt envious, but that was all.

The world is big and there are many people, but the real protagonists are limited. Pang Nuan also wants to be the protagonist of the scene on this stage called the world. Unfortunately, this time, he is destined to be a supporting role. The real protagonist The protagonist is someone else.

"Withdraw the troops." Pang Nuan regained his composure again as he spoke, but he knew that his life was about to truly come to an end.

As the allied forces of Zhao and Wei retreated, the soldiers on the battlefield retreated one after another. Only when Dianqing left, he took a deep look at Yang Ming, who was still staying at the bridge.

He vaguely realized that it was probably impossible for him to avenge his master in this life.

As the combined forces of Zhao and Wei receded, on the sandbank, it was almost impossible for the guards of the Qin army to stand and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Some of them were dead, some were struggling with their injuries, and some The people are exhausted, and to some extent they are all people who have lost their fighting power.

If the Zhao and Wei coalition forces continue to attack, they will have no choice but to withdraw from the sandbank and flee to the north bank of Jingshui River.

Fortunately, the Zhao and Wei coalition forces have withdrawn, but what next? Where should they go next?

Meng Tian caressed his temples. There was a wound scratched by an arrow. Although it was not serious, it was extremely painful. It made his head dizzy from time to time. There were more wounds on his body. The iron armor It was already riddled with wounds. He had suffered so many injuries that he had lost so much blood that he was unable to participate in the battle last night.

"What are you going to do next?" Meng Tian leaned on the spear and subconsciously looked at the back of the bridge.

Next to Meng Tian is Wang Bi who is lying on the ground. In last night's battle, apart from Yang Ming, he was the one who lasted the longest. But even a fierce general like him, who has been promoted to the first-class level with his military skills and martial arts, can't stand it. Under the endless attacks of the enemy, he only lasted until midnight, and he was so tired that he lost 90% of his combat power. He had to retreat to the barracks on the sandbank to rest. Until this time, he had only regained 30% of his strength.

In the army, no matter how brave you are, the enemy will still have a way to kill you. The truly terrifying people are those like Yang Ming, who have powerful weapons and almost endless physical strength. But as long as humans have limits, how can they A truly invincible person.

"Why are you laughing? Can you still laugh now?" In another place, Li Xin's cousin Li Jue looked at his comrade Yunze who had half of his arm cut off on his shield, with a bit of anger. said.

"Hey, I'm the one who's injured now, okay? I'm going to cry instead of laughing?" Yunze said with a grin, as if he wasn't the one who had half of his arm cut off.

"You?" Li Jue looked at Yunze who was smiling, and all his words turned into a sigh.

After participating in the competition in Ganquan Palace, he and Yunze were recruited into the Imperial Guard by Yang Ming, the captain of Ganquan Palace, and respectively held the position of leader. Later, they were promoted by Yang Ming to the rank of general, alongside Wei Wei. He is the commander of the three generals on the left, middle and right of the imperial guard of Ganquan Palace.

Over the past few days, an ordinary man from Nanjun has become good friends with a wealthy man from Longxi. Li Jue knew Yunze very well and knew how difficult it was for Yunze to walk from Nanjun to Xianyang step by step. But now, losing Yunze, who has a long arm, has almost ended his future in the army. Even though Yunze is enough to hold a high title due to his military achievements at this time, for people like them, this should only be a beginning, not an end. .

"Hey, hey, it hurts." Yunze suddenly said, covering his broken arm.

"It hurts you so much, forget it." Li Jue said with disgust.

"You're not good, you're not good." Yunze shook his head, and then said: "It's just a little troublesome. When you go back, your tribe will ask you why you came back. It's really hard to answer."

"Is this what you are thinking about now?" Li Jue glared.

"I really envy Zhongcheng. If I could be half as brave as him, my tribe would probably regard me as proud." Yunze sighed. His broken arm was not painless, but he had something more important to him.

He has placed too many hopes of his tribe on him, but now, he has to let them down. Especially, if he wants to find the two sisters he lost when he was a child, he may no longer be able to do so.

"You're the only one who wants to compete with Zhong Cheng?" Li Jue instinctively choked back.

"Actually, you don't have to go back to Nanjun. You can stay in Xianyang." Li Jue thought for a while and said.

"What can you do if you stay? People, you have to accept your fate." Yunze said no more.

When the Zhao Wei coalition forces completely retreated, Yang Ming also returned to the sandbank. Even though he had recovered three points of his vitality at a terrifying recovery speed, Yang Ming could not help but feel a feeling of exhaustion at the limit. Although the inner breath can be endless, a person's energy is limited after all, and he is still a person.

"Zhongcheng."

"Zhongcheng."

When Yang Ming stepped onto the sandbank, both the lying and standing soldiers subconsciously stood up straight.

Some of these guards were from noble families, while others were from commoners, but no matter what family they came from, here, they were all soldiers of the Qin Army and soldiers under Yang Ming's command.

They knew that last night, if Yang Ming had not insisted on being at the forefront, it would have been difficult for them to survive the Zhao Wei coalition's strong attack at all costs.

They are truly grateful to Yang Ming. As a general, there is no shortage of caring soldiers, but there are really very few people who can do what Yang Ming does.