"Didn't the messengers who sent out come back?" Yang Ling asked coldly, without the slightest concern in his tone. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Shi Xinzhao, the head of King Zhao's Mansion, shook his head and said: "From the day before yesterday to the present, we have sent five batches of spies, but so far none of them have returned, and I don't know what went wrong. ”

"Is it true that Yang Yu is dead, as the rumors say?" Yang Ling pinched his brows tightly and raised his eyes to look at Xin Zhao: "General Xin, the summons orders the soldiers in the city to be vigilant, this king always feels that something big will happen in the next few days, and it is better to be careful!" Yang Ling thought for a long time, and then said solemnly.

"Yes. Xin Zhao agreed, and was about to say something, when there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the house, and then he saw a soldier break into the door in a panic, and crawled to the feet of Yang Ling, and said incoherently: "Oh no, the prince, it's not good! The enemy is attacking the city, there are many enemies!"

"What did you say?" Yang Ling suddenly got up, and his face changed greatly: "Enemy? Where did the enemy come from?"

"Returning to the prince, the enemy who came from nowhere suddenly appeared outside the city, and began to attack the city without saying a word, which caught the brothers off guard!" The soldier was much calmer at this time, and spoke much more fluently and clearly.

Hearing the faint sound of shouting and killing outside the house, Yang Ling didn't need to ask anymore to know what was going on, and he didn't care about questioning the soldier, Yang Ling greeted Xin Zhao, grabbed the saber on the table and rushed out of the house.

"Woooo

Looking at the arrow that had carved a deep mark on the masonry of the city wall, and was close at hand, Yang Ling couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back.

Open guns are easy to dodge, hidden arrows are difficult to prevent, if it weren't for the intuition he has cultivated on the battlefield for many years, I am afraid that he would have died just now.

Then the fire at the head of the city, Yang Ling looked from afar, and saw that there were twenty or thirty thousand soldiers in red clothes outside the Xu Dynasty, who was not the Sui army, looking at its handsome flag, only to see a big "Yang" word, "Red clothes and red armor, this is the Qin army of Yang Dan, the king of Qin!" Yang Ling was shocked, looked at Xin Zhao and said: "Yang Dan suddenly attacked, he must have rebelled, I think he also got the news of the emperor's death, and he wants to preemptively get rid of me Yang Ling!"

"What!" Xin Zhao was also shocked: "Qin Wang'an dares to do this!"

"Don't dare!" Yang Ling clenched his fists: "King Yan, King Qin, King Chu, the first emperor is in Japan, he has a heart of disobedience, now that King Yan is dead, King Chu is sick, he Yang Dan is naturally even more domineering." ”

"Then Lord Wang, what should I do now?" Xin Zhao asked anxiously.

"Go to the city first!" Yang Ling didn't say anything more, and quickly went up to the city.

Locusts and arrows rained, and the catapults of the Qin army under the city continued to roar, and the skull-sized stones slammed into the city wall with huge force, smashing on the body of the Zhao soldiers, bringing a terrible scream.

"Don't panic, catapults, crossbowmen, listen to my orders, let go!" Yang Ling, the king of Zhao, was finally able to raise his head in the rain of locusts and arrows under the escort of his personal guards, and gave orders loudly while running quickly around the city.

"Whoosh!" Yang Ling's appearance finally calmed down the scrambled Zhao Jun at the head of the city a lot, and they all gathered according to Yang Ling's orders, using remote equipment to organize a defensive counterattack.

Although it can't cause much damage to the enemies under the city because of the difference in range and power, it is no longer as embarrassed and passive as before.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding!" At this moment, there was a sudden crisp sound from under the city, but it was a signal for Ming Jin to withdraw his troops, and the Qin army suddenly dispersed like a tide, they came and went faster, and in the blink of an eye, they withdrew from the attack range of the Zhao army, allowing the Zhao army's fierce offensive to fall in the air.

Seeing the Qin army retreating, Yang Ling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

The Qin army came too suddenly, and the offensive was also very fierce, especially the sharp catapults and crossbows, which caused great losses to the Zhao army that was caught off guard in a short period of time, but Yang Ling, who was relaxed, saw the corpses all over the city, blood flowing, and the devastated scene on the city wall, his fists were immediately clenched, his face became ugly, and his eyes were extremely solemn.

The scene in front of him fully showed Yang Ling his misery, and it proved the strength of the enemy's combat effectiveness, although his own side was in a hurry to respond to the battle, and his strength was greatly reduced, but in Yang Ling's cognition, Yang Dan did not seem to have such a strong army, coming and going like the wind, and the order was forbidden.

"Whoever is in charge of the city, come out and answer!" Just as Yang Ling was carefully observing the regrouped Qin army outside the city, a middle-aged general suddenly came out of the command of the Qin army commander and shouted.

This person has thick eyebrows and big eyes, broad shoulders and broad back, bright eyes, sitting on a war horse, wearing black armor, and the blood-red cloak behind him moves with the wind, not angry and self-threatening, and has a compelling momentum on his body.

Yang Ling pushed away the guards in front of him, walked a few steps, pressed his hands on the cold city wall, looked at the black-armored general under the city condescendingly, and shouted coldly: "I am Yang Ling, the king of Zhao, who are you?"

"It turned out to be His Royal Highness King Zhao. The black armor general raised his eyebrows: "I am the general Bolhu under the account of His Royal Highness the King of Qin, and I am specially ordered by His Royal Highness the King of Qin to invite His Royal Highness the King of Zhao to gather in Chang'an."

"Joke!" Zhao Wang Yang Ling gritted his teeth fiercely: "This king and your prince are both princes of the clan, and besides, this king is still the royal brother of your prince, why should he invite this king."

Although he had already guessed and prepared in his heart, when he heard the words "please Chang'an", Yang Ling's heart was still tight, and the pupils of his eyes suddenly constricted.

"His Royal Highness King Zhao, I think it's better for you to know a little bit about current affairs, otherwise you will inevitably be my prisoner like the rest of the princes. ”

As he spoke, Boer suddenly waved his hand, and the Qin army behind him suddenly separated a way, and saw that these four men in brocade clothes were tied up by Qin Jun, they were unkempt, there were blood stains on their clothes, and their faces were extremely embarrassed, when they saw these four people, Yang Ling's face turned iron-blue, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently.

"King Wei, King Han, King Lu, King Yue......" Yang Ling was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that four princes had been captured by Bolhu.

"His Royal Highness King Zhao, you have also seen that the four Royal Highnesses of King Wei, King Han, King Lu, and King Yue are not subject to the recruitment of His Royal Highness King Qin, and have been captured by this general, if His Royal Highness King Zhao does not know the current affairs, I am afraid that he will also follow in the footsteps of several princes......"

"You!" Yang Ling clenched his fists tightly, looked at Bolhu calmly, and sneered: "What nonsense! Bolhu, if you want to take a few random people to mess with our army's heart, I'm afraid it can only be delusional! King Qin openly rebelled, he is the enemy of my Great Sui, if you want to break my Handan today, you must first step over the corpse of this king, "Hahahaha!" Bolhu laughed wildly again, and the sound shook the four wilds, making the eardrums of people who were closer to him faintly painful.

"Now that Yang Yu is dead, the 400,000 army is in ashes, and the king of Qi is pretending to be reinforcements, but he is actually going to seize the throne. I, His Royal Highness King Qin, are all above the kings, and I should inherit the unification, if you King Zhao don't know the current affairs, when the city is broken, the city will be destroyed!"

"You...... How dare you!" "What?" Boer suddenly looked at the city coldly: "Yang Ling, aren't you weak-hearted? You know that what General Ben said is the truth, the faint king is dead, is it difficult for you King Zhao to seize the throne? Unfortunately, the tens of thousands of Zhao soldiers in your city will eventually be harmed by you." The last sentence was so heavy that it was almost shouted.

"Wow!" Zhao Jun at the head of the city was in an uproar, everyone changed their faces, and they all whispered, if it was said that Bol was suspicious and untrustworthy, intending to disturb the morale of the army, but the few people in the city did look like a few princes, could it be that Yang Ling was deceiving people, in fact, the emperor was really dead, and now it was the kings who were seizing the throne? All Zhao Jun couldn't help but have all kinds of doubts in their hearts, doubts, confusion, panic and other negative emotions swept over their bodies and minds like a cloud, making the city head riot, and the condensed morale fell rapidly.

In the past two days, rumors have been spreading in the city, and people are panicking, and now the Qin army has suddenly killed, it seems that the world is indeed about to change, Yang Ling's face suddenly became iron-blue, although he knew that the purpose of Borhu was to hit his own morale, but he knew that there was no lack of facts, the emperor was likely to have really been captured by the Turks, and he might even have died.

"Quiet!" Yang Ling suddenly shouted, and glanced around majestically.

The Zhao Jun in the discussion was forced to remain silent due to the might, but when they looked closely, their eyes were no longer as sharp and firm as before, but they were much more confused and uneasy.

"The Qin army is insidious and cunning, confusing the public, the purpose is to shake the hearts of our army, and there is a good opportunity for morale to fall, if you have doubts, won't you fall into their arms?" Yang Ling said with a solemn face: "Now that Yang Dan, the king of Qin, is openly rebellious, and all of our loyal ministers will be punished, how can we bend our knees and surrender and attract scolding." ”

"Lord Wang, the last general is willing to lead 3,000 soldiers and horses out of the city, and he will definitely kill the Qin people without leaving a piece of armor!" Shi Xinzhao, the head of the Zhao Palace, suddenly stepped out and shouted loudly, full of murderous energy, quite powerful.

"Okay, this king will have 10,000 soldiers and horses with you, warm wine and wait for General Xin's good news, so that Bolhu, a man with an empty name and a bluff, can see the strength of our army!" Yang Ling nodded heavily and said, his words were heroic, but Xin Zhao could see the heaviness and worry in his heart from the solemnity in his eyes.

"Yes!" Xin Zhao knew the weight of the task he was carrying, he didn't talk nonsense, and strode down the city wall with a firm promise, ordering his troops and horses.

"Bolhu, do you dare to fight with this general?" Xin Zhao shouted as soon as he led an army of 10,000 people out of the city gate.

"The man who sold the head, how can he be afraid, if he has the ability, let the horse come!" Bol was suddenly not afraid, and urged the horse forward with a faint smile, a long sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.

"What a big breath, look at the move!" Xin Zhao was furious, as the governor of the Zhao Palace, he naturally had some skills, and now he was so despised by Bolhu, he suddenly jumped like thunder, roared angrily and galloped wildly, rushing towards Bolhu like a tiger descending the mountain, a jet-black iron lance in his hand tore through the air, and made a sharp whistling sound.

"Good time!" said Bol laughed and struck his horse forward.

"Kill!" Xin Zhao's eyes were red, his eyes were murderous, and the iron lance in his hand turned into a black light, stabbing at Bolhu's chest like lightning, fast and ruthless.

Bol suddenly shouted angrily, but his face was very calm and serious, and the long sword in his hand suddenly swung forward when the two sides were close to three meters, like a snow-white match, and the fierce momentum seemed to cut the air into two parts.

"Ding!" sparks flew, and Xin Zhao and Boer, who were rushing forward, suddenly stopped their momentum at the same time, the war horses neighed, and the people stood up, each retreating a few steps backwards to dissolve the strong and fierce momentum.

The two looked at each other, didn't say much, and with a roar of rage, they swung their blades again and killed each other.

One inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous, Xin Zhao's jet-black iron lance is like a cold poisonous snake, constantly swallowing cold and poisonous letters, and Boer is not weak, the sword in his hand Huo Huo has a sound, suddenly fierce and uncasting, suddenly soft like water, dancing impermeable, killing machine hidden.

The two of you go back and forth, killing people with tricks, and the killing is inseparable, but the soldiers in the distance are dazzled and frightened.

"Xin Zhao, today is your death!" Shihe passed, Bol suddenly roared angrily, the long sword in his hand suddenly swung away Xin Zhao's iron lance, and the whole person jumped up from the horse like a big bird and threw himself into Xin Zhao's arms.

Xin Zhao didn't expect Bol to make such a move, and he couldn't help but be surprised, but he was not easy to match, he exhaled and roared, his legs clamped the horse's belly, his waist straight and fell backwards, and the iron lance in his hand took advantage of the situation as a stick, and with unparalleled strength, he struck at the rushing Bol with lightning speed.

"Die!" In the face of the tiger and tiger iron lance, Bol suddenly did not dodge, and the corners of his mouth were even more cold smiles.

Xin Zhao was stunned, and there was a hidden uneasiness in his heart, but before he could make a move, there was a crisp sound of "boom" suddenly in his ears, and then, Xin Zhao only felt a black smooth in front of him, his throat was cold, and the severe pain went straight to his brain.

"Ahh

"Despicable ......" Xin Zhao said in a hoarse voice, his body shook, he couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"The Zhao army is defeated, and General Borhu is victorious!"

"General Borhu is mighty! General Borhu is mighty!" Behind Bolhu, the Qin army suddenly erupted in earth-shattering cheers, and their already strong momentum was even stronger, and the 10,000 Zhao troops who went out of the city with Xin Zhao reacted at this time, and couldn't help but cry out sadly: "General Xin!" Who would have expected that it would be difficult to kill just now, and the victory and defeat would be divided in an instant.

"Brothers, go into the city with me, who can capture Yang Ling, the king of Zhao, the official will be promoted to the third level, and the first two rewards will be silver!" Boer's eyes were as bright as stars, and his body had climbed onto the horse's back again, and with a shake of his long sword, he rushed towards the panicked, masterless 10,000 Zhao army.

"Kill them without a piece of armor!"

"Kill!" With Borhu's agitation, five thousand men and horses suddenly rushed out of the Qin army's camp, Qin Sheng roared angrily, exerted all his strength, and rushed towards the Zhao army with his blade.

One side has no leader and low morale, but the other side is like a rainbow with high morale, and the number of people is multiplied, and the two sides are fighting, and the result is naturally self-evident.

Under the leadership of the fierce general Bolhu, the Qin army killed the Zhao army who was caught off guard like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, crying for his father and mother, and retreated one after another.

"Close the city gate, close the city gate quickly!" Yang Ling saw it clearly at the head of the city, seeing that the Qin army was about to rush in through the city gate, and the Qin army's long-range weapons were once again powerful, launching a fierce attack towards the city head, he couldn't help but change his face and roared sharply.

"Lord Wang, there are still our people in the city!" said the general behind him anxiously.

"I can't care so much, close the city gate quickly, quickly! block the city gate with a stone!" Yang Ling didn't care about it, and roared with a hideous face.

"Boom!" In a deafening cross talk, countless boulders suddenly fell from the city, and in the dust, the city gate was suddenly blocked by rocks, and there were screams mixed with patches during the period, but many Zhao soldiers were stoned to death on the spot, shocked.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Kill!" Under the dense rain-like offensive of the Qin army, Handan City became stormy again, shouting like thunder, killing shook the sky, and the tragic fierce battle kicked off again.

……

"Lord Wang, the Qin army has retreated, the Qin army has retreated!" Looking at the Qin army that was rapidly dispersed, Yang Ling did not have the slightest joy in his heart, but was extremely heavy.

Under the sunset, Yang Ling's face was covered with blood, his clothes were broken, the corpses outside the city were all over the field, the blood flowed like a river, and the city became dilapidated and crumbling, how could he be happy.

Although the Qin army has retreated, this does not mean that their crisis has been resolved, and will he still be able to hold on to the next offensive? Although there are still 30,000 soldiers and horses in the city, their morale is completely lost, and whether it is the news of the capture of the yellow shirt or the tragic death of Xin Zhao, it is a great blow to them.

When people's hearts are scattered, the team will be difficult to lead, and now how can he defeat Borhu, even if he wins, what can he do?

"Brother Wang, do you think we can really win?"

"It should be possible, the emperor is eloquent, it is impossible to be captured by the Turks, right?"

"What if the emperor is really captured as the Qin people say?

"Maybe!"

"Listen, there's a song! It's the song of my hometown!"

"There are arbors in the south, you can't think about it, there are wandering girls in the Han, you can't think about it, you can't think about it, you can't think about it, you can't think about it. In the dark night sky, I don't know when there was a distant singing, at first low, then loud and loud, with a faint sadness in the voice.

When he heard this strange and familiar singing, Zhao Jun, who was resting against the city wall at the head of the city, couldn't help but be stunned, and his eyes gradually became confused.

As the singing continued to be sung, Zhao Jun, who was originally talking about it and was terrified, suddenly became quiet, and many people even whispered along with the singing, their eyes were ethereal, their faces were peaceful and stable, and they were full of longing.

This song comes from the "Book of Songs", it is a poem to recruit people, which is full of longing for relatives in their hometown, the sergeants under Zhao Wang Yang Ling, most of them are from the south, and now they are in a deep crisis, the road ahead is boundless, and the singing outside the city can't help but make the homesickness in their hearts gush out, and they can no longer suppress it.

Zhao Jun's morale was already low and his fighting spirit was completely lost, but now under the infection of the singing, the murderous aura on his body dissipated a lot, and the desire to return home became more and more intense.

"Lord Wang, Bol is so vicious!" The general behind Yang Ling looked at the black and oppressive Qin Jun outside the city with an iron face, and said in a trembling voice, the anger and shock in his suppressed tone were undoubtedly exposed.

Yang Ling's face was pale, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word.

Embattled, hundreds of years ago, Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, used this to disintegrate the fighting spirit of the Chu State, causing Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, to finally fall into defeat, but he didn't want the same strategy to be used on himself, and the effect was equally obvious.

Although he knew Bolhu's plan, but listening to the familiar singing, even Yang Ling couldn't help but lose his mind, the emperor is dead, the king of Qin is powerful, if he doesn't surrender, whether Handan City can still be kept, even if he can keep it, where should he go, he just wants to be a prince of Shuntian, and has no ambition, but if he is allowed to openly betray the court, he still doesn't dare, thinking of this, Yang Ling is very hesitant, and for the first time in his life he feels lonely and helpless.

"Lord Wang, what should we do?" Hearing the anxious words of the general, Yang Ling trembled slightly, his lips pursed tighter, and his hands and feet were cold to the bone.

Yang Ling wanted to rush out of the city desperately to compete with Bol and fight him to the death, but when he saw the confused, hesitant and faint sad look on the faces of all the soldiers, the impulse in his heart was like a fire that had been poured cold water, and it was extinguished in an instant.

Zhao Jun has completely lost his fighting spirit, although they still have an advantage in numbers, but the end of defeat is already predictable, in the howling cold wind, Yang Ling is alone, his tall body looks thin and thin, under the flickering firelight, his face is cloudy, no one knows what is going on in his heart.

"Lord Wang, now that the morale of the army is weak and morale is low, let's escape!" Seeing that Yang Ling was just looking at the outside of the city fixedly, the general hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to whisper.

Yang Ling suddenly looked back, his murderous aura was full of energy, and a sharp light suddenly burst out in his eyes, as cold as a sharp blade, making the general's tone stagnate, and he couldn't help but take half a step back, with a panicked face.

"Wang ...... The prince ......"

"What are you talking about?" The corners of Yang Ling's eyes twitched, and his voice was extremely suppressed, but the anger contained in it made everyone around him panic, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, out of breath.

"Lord Wang, withdraw, the army's heart has been shaken, stay in Qingshan and don't be afraid of no firewood, we don't have any point in consuming it except to increase casualties, it's better to evacuate Handan for the time being, and then try to find another way." Although Yang Ling's eyes seemed to want to choose someone to devour, and he was full of murderous awe, the general still stiffened his neck, suppressed the fear in his heart, and said in a trembling voice.

"Do you want this king to be a deserter?" Yang Ling was furious, his face was completely distorted, and his fierce eyes seemed to be about to be eaten alive. (To be continued.) )