Warring States Period: I have unlimited gift packages

This big war did not last long.

Although the heroes of the 8,000 Yan Kingdom not only showed excellent military quality, but also showed the spirit of not fearing death, and also showed loyalty to the motherland.

But, it didn't work!

Completely useless!

In less than two quarters of an hour, the army of 8,000 was repeatedly pierced by the 3,000 white-robed army, penetrating as many as eight times.

Three thousand Youyan iron horsemen were almost wiped out.

Of the 5,000 loyal martyrs, more than 2,000 died.

The remaining 3,000 people were also all colored.

And what about Zhao Jun?

The losses of the 3,000 white-robed troops were simply minimal, and they were still alive and well. Not only that, but they had also surrounded the remaining loyal martyrs of the Yan army.

"Prince Zhao!"

Gongsun Cao was heartbroken when he saw so many Dayan warriors die.

His heart ached.

His heart ached, these big Yan men died in vain.

His heart was cold.

Only now did he understand what a big gap there was between Yan Jun and Zhao Jun.

No chance!

I want to defeat the white-robed army, but in fact, I have no chance at all!

I just now, I am completely beyond my strength!

Never mind!

Forget it!

The dead have proved the glory of Dayan with their blood and spirit. If you continue to fight, it is meaningless except to let more good men die.

Gongsun Cao held a spear in his hand and shouted: "Prince Zhao, now the victory or defeat has been decided. Why don't you give the old man a ride?"

"Okay, just as General Gongsun wanted!" Zhao Yan was in the white-robed army

In fact, although Zhao Yan was in the white-robed army just now, he was not at the forefront of the killing.

Anyone who came near him was slashed with a sword.

With his status and the strength in his hands, until now, he really doesn't need to take action in person.

Now, at the invitation of Gongsun Cao, Zhao Yan picked up the Wuwang gun.

"Kill!"

Zhao Yan shouted loudly and slapped his horse forward.

"Kill!"

Gongsun Cao shouted loudly and went straight up.

It was too late, but it was fast, and in a matter of moments, the two horses staggered.

Zhao Yan's face did not change at all, and he returned to his own formation.

Gongsun Cao also returned to his own position, but the spear fell to the ground, and his hands were choked with his throat.

"Old ...... The old man finally shed the last drop of blood for Dayan. Gongsun Cao smiled miserably, looked at Yan Jun behind him, and said, "As the old saying goes, the coffin is conclusive." By now, the old man is dying...... Do you admit it or not, the old man's act of killing the king is not for his own selfishness, but for Dayan?"

"Admit it!"

"You say, is the old man the biggest loyal minister of Yan Kingdom?"

"Yes!"

The 400,000 Yan troops agreed in unison, their voices choked.

Many people have already burst into tears.

"Very good! With your words, the old man will die without regrets!"

While speaking, Gongsun Cao turned around again, looked at Zhao Yan, and said, "Thank you Prince Zhao for showing mercy to his subordinates just now and giving the old man one last chance to speak." "

"Well said. Zhao Yan nodded slightly.

With Zhao Yan's ability, he wanted Gongsun Cao to be killed on the spot, and he didn't waste his efforts at all. However, it takes a lot of thought to let Gongsun Cao die and be able to speak.

"That is ......"

Gongsun Cao let go of his hand, and the wound on his neck was gushing with blood.

Gongsun Cao bowed slightly at Zhao Yan and said, "The last thing in the old man's life: Gongsun Cao thanks...... Prince Da Zhao ...... Give...... Die!"

Bang Dang!

Gongsun Cao's body shook and fell off the horse.

Blood flowed from his neck, quickly staining the ground around him red, apparently dead.

"Old General Gongsun, go all the way!"

The 400,000 Yan army cried into a piece.

They all understood: Gongsun Cao, the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Yan Kingdom, is broken! An era is over!_

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