The Country's Destiny Creates A Strong Point: Starting To Receive Shocking Results

Looking down from above, interspersed with a narrow plain between the Qinling Mountains and the tributaries of the Yangtze River, the densely packed Zhao army is like ants.

The sound of shouting and killing, the collision of weapons, the trembling of bowstrings, the sound of arrows breaking through the air, the deafening sound of war drums beating, and the wailing and crying of soldiers before death, the sound is in the ears, and they converge into a symphony played by Yun Di, which is shocking.

On this Asura field-like battle battlefield, there was a place that was exceptionally quiet.

There, no pawns around dared to approach, not even a fierce horse with a burning buttock, as if forming a forbidden area for the living, which was daunting.

Indeed, when they saw the corpses of Xuanjia cavalry lying on the ground, and even from the terrifying expressions condensed on their faces, it seemed that they could empathize with the horror they faced before they died.

In the center of this forbidden area, there is a pile of corpses made of bones.

A handsome young man sat on the top of the pile of corpses, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, his eyes were a little empty, as if he was thinking about the meaning of life.

A bone knife full of cracks was inserted upside down on the head of a dead horse on the side, and the blood stains on the body of the knife were too much, and it had been dried by the wind, but it could still be barely seen that this was a rare treasure knife in the Warring States Period.

The autumn breeze carried the bloody aura of the battlefield, blowing the bangs in front of Yang Ming's forehead.

He just sat here resting, stunned that no one dared to approach.

The messenger came to the edge of this forbidden area with Zhao Kuo's order, his teeth constantly chattering up and down.

The messenger was crying.

The young man on the opposite side was murderous, like a demon crawling out of the corpse mountain and bone sea, under the deterrence of killing tens of thousands of cavalry of the Qin army, just looking at the other party from afar, it gave people a feeling of scalp numbness.

As if sensing the Messenger's gaze, the handsome young man came back from his trance and suddenly turned his head to look.

Those pair of eagle-like sharp eyes shot out sharp gazes, like two sharp daggers flying out.

"Poof!"

The messenger fell to the ground with one butt, and a foul smell flowed between his legs.

But even so, the messenger remembered Marshal Zhao Kuo's order, and said to Yang Ming from a distance:

"Young man, our marshal has a request."

"Huh?"

Yang Ming tilted his head and saw that the messenger was wearing Zhao Jun's earthy yellow costume, and understood what the other party meant.

"Zhao Kuo wants to see me?"

His fingers rubbed his smooth chin, and Yang Ming's eyes were slightly pensive.

The oil and water of the hundreds of families were almost dried by him, Zhao Guo came from a wealthy family, and he is the new marshal of Zhao State, there should be a lot of oil and water, right?

It just so happened that Yang Ming had almost rested.

Pulling out the bone knife from the horse's head, glancing at this blue-quality weapon that followed him to fight for copies of the two worlds, seeing that the knife body was full of cracks, as if it might disintegrate at any time, Yang Ming's brows frowned slightly, and secretly said:

"It seems that a blue-quality weapon can't withstand the power of shock for a long time after all."

"I hope that Zhao Kuo can bring me a little surprise."

Carrying the bone knife on his shoulder, Yang Ming came to the messenger.

"Where is Zhao Kuo now?"

Feeling the murderous aura on Yang Ming's body up close, the messenger was snoring all over his body, as if he had committed sheep madness, and his limbs were about to twitch.

Even so, the messenger dutifully raised his right hand and pointed his finger in the direction of the handsome flag.

There, two flags stand.

Zhao with red font on one side and Zhao in yellow font on the other.

The former is the Zhao Gushuai Banner, and the latter is the Zhao Guo Military Banner.

In the large-scale battlefield involving hundreds of thousands of people, due to backward science and technology, only a large number of middle and low-level commanders can verbally command ordinary soldiers to fight, the military flag is the product of the emergence of the times, different forms of waving the military flag, representing different military orders issued, convenient to convey military orders from top to bottom.

The handsome flag is even more important.

Where the marshal flag is, where the marshal is.

As long as the handsome flag still stands firmly on the battlefield, the soldiers can look at it from afar, as if they have taken a reassuring pill, and can confidently and boldly fight on the front line.

Yang Ming's goal is so obvious that it has always been the focus of Zhao Kuo.

At first, when he saw Yang Ming accept the invitation and walk in the direction of Shuaiqi, Zhao Kuo was very happy, because he always thought that Yang Ming was a man of Yan Zhao and a person who came to help him.

But when Yang Ming gradually approached and felt the murderous aura on Yang Ming's body that was even more terrifying than the cavalry of the Qin army, Zhao Kuo's face turned pale in an instant, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water on his head, and suddenly sobered up, and a terrible thought appeared in his mind.

"If this teenager is not here to help our army, then what should I do?"

At this time, the quality of a marshal is very reflected.

As a marshal of the three armed forces, you cannot be indecisive, which will not only kill yourself, but also affect the three armed forces.

Zhao Kuo was obviously not good, one moment he was still complacent about Yang Ming's arrival, and the next moment he began to worry that Yang Ming would seek wealth and kill him.

Although, in a way, he is right.

But helplessly, Zhao Kuo's next response directly angered Yang Ming.

Zhao Kuo said to the left and right in a panic:

"No one in our army is this young man's opponent, I am worried that this person is flying and domineering, and he is not willing to live under others, so I will send someone down and order this person to wait outside for the time being, and when our army successfully occupies the fortress of the Qin army, I will invite this young man to come and apologize."

What can people on the left and right say?

The first level of the official university crushes people!

A herald hurriedly arrived and conveyed Zhao Kuo's latest instructions to Yang Ming:

"Young Xia, Marshal please wait patiently here."

Yang Ming frowned, a little displeased, and said, "

Did he say, when will you invite me over?"

"This..."

The herald broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and under Yang Ming's aggressive gaze, he said in a

hurry: "The marshal said that when the Zhao army successfully occupies the Qin army fortress, he will definitely apologize to you."

As soon as the herald finished speaking, his eyes were covered by a streak of knife light.

Throw your head and spill your blood.

"What is Zhao Kuo, who dares to call me and linger?"

After Yang Ming killed the herald with a sword, he ignored the vigilant Zhao Jun in front and walked straight towards Shuaiqi.

"What a dare!"

Zhao Kuo did not expect that his herald would actually be killed by Yang Ming, and he was so angry that he said, "

There is no one in this sub-sight, after I go back, I will definitely report to King Zhao and punish him severely."

Saying that, Zhao Kuo watched from a distance as Yang Ming entered the flock like a tiger and killed into Zhao's army, and he immediately panicked.

He looked around and asked,

"Who would dare to fight this son?"