Qin Fa's 350,000 army attacked Chu again, led by Wang Qian, the general who guarded Nanyang, and supplemented by the generals Meng Wu, Meng Tian, Li Xin and other generals who were also dazzling and bright in the whole world.

The situation in the world has suddenly changed.

On the Chu side, the general Xiang Yan raised 200,000 horses and horses and stationed them in Baiyi, and more Chu troops were still driving here.

A life-and-death duel is already inevitable.

If Qin wins, the general trend of Chu is gone, and the rhythm of Qin's unification of the world will no longer be stopped by anyone or any country. If Qin is defeated, Chu will be able to counterattack Qin with the power of a great victory, and even call on the nobles of all countries in the world to rise up against Qin.

Bedchamber.

Standing on the tall and thick city wall, Changping Jun stood with his beard stroking. In the distance, Qianmo is vertical and horizontal, and a few days ago it was still a continuous fertile field, and in the past few days, under the urging of Xiang Yan, people have been sent to step up the harvest. Now, only a piece of gold remains, and most of the grain has been collected in the city.

The piles of grain in the city are where the soldiers' hearts lie, and that is also where the confidence of the people in the city to persist in resisting Qin.

Changpingjun stood alone, without any guards around. Xiang Yan quietly came behind Changping Jun, looked at the figure of Chu Jun who was still busy in the distance, and sighed.

Changping Jun noticed Xiang Yan's arrival and said with a smile: "It seems that the matter has not been done?" ”

"Changpingjun, you won, Qi Wangjian still refuses to send troops after all and fights against Qin." Xiang Yan doesn't understand, the general trend of the world is already very clear.

"If the state of Chu falls, the state of Qi is bound to not survive. Qi Wangjian has been in charge of the Qi State for nearly forty years, can't he even see this? ”

Not long ago, Xiang Yan had suggested sending an envoy to the State of Qi to ask for the aid of the King of Qi. Changping Jun made a bet with Xiang Yan that Qi would not rescue Chu.

Chang Pingjun glanced at Xiang Yan, and the other party was waiting for his answer.

Changping Jun sighed and said with a wry smile: "The hatred of the country and the family, how can it be easily forgotten." ”

This national feud naturally refers not only to the contradictions between the Qin State and the Six Kingdoms, but also to the blood feud between the Six Kingdoms.

"In the Battle of Jixi that year, Yan General Le Yi defeated the Qi division and took more than 70 cities. The armies of the six countries rushed into the Qi realm, looting and burning. The State of Qi has also changed from a first-class power alongside the Qin State to a self-contained state that is now holding on to itself, and has not recovered for decades. The hatred of the Qi people for Yanchu, Han, Wei and Zhao is not inferior to that of Qin, and even exceeds. ”

"As a generation of kings, can you still be blinded by this?"

Xiang Yan also knew that what Changping Jun said was the truth, but he was still puzzled. In the world of the Warring States, all countries compete side by side, and interests are greater than everything. Hate or the state, which is more important?

Changping Jun's eyes were dark, and he said faintly: "Either Qi Wangjian is extremely dim, and he has reached the point where he can't see the situation in the world clearly." Or, he's calmer than anyone else. From the very beginning, the King of Qi was not optimistic that the Chu State would be able to win this war. ”

Hiss, Xiang Yan gasped, and the vigorous battle intent in her heart suddenly froze. After a long time, he looked at Changping Jun, who was becoming more and more light, and asked, "Changping Jun, are you not optimistic that we can defeat the Qin army?" ”

Xiang Yan looked at the continuous fields in the distance, the joy of the harvest was no longer there, and some were the sadness of the autumn wind and the sparseness of everything.

"Providence makes people! In the general situation, no amount of resourcefulness is useless. With the strength of you and me, even if we can go against the trend for a while, we can't go against the trend for a lifetime. ”

Hearing Changping Jun's heartfelt words, at this moment, Xiang Yan was unprecedentedly hesitant and at a loss.

Changping Jun took two steps forward, and he was already getting closer and closer to the battlement, and if he took another step, he was afraid that he would fall off the city wall.

"Changping-kun!"

In Xiang Yan's exclamation, Changping Jun stopped his pace. Changping Jun turned his back, and in Xiang Yan's incomprehensible gaze, he slowly spoke, and his tone was unprecedentedly firm: "Life and death are between this step." Knowing that the general trend is irreversible, my generation, there is just death! ”

My generation, there is only death!

Xiang Yan laughed heartily, and after laughing, a pair of old eyes were already full of tears

"Leave these things for me."

On the official road, a stout and mighty man shouted, looking very arrogant. With more than a dozen strongmen in tattered clothes, he stopped the caravan with dozens of people in a grand manner, pointed to their goods, and said.

"Where did the thieves come from, they all died?" The leader of the caravan measured the number of people on both sides, and it was not false at all.

"Damn, don't cooperate, rob Lao Tzu."

The fight began from here. As the caravan leader had expected, the result was overwhelming. It's just that the caravan leader didn't expect, and the two have changed.

The sword snapped and a wail began.

Dozens of people were knocked down by the other party in an instant, and the leader of the caravan didn't know where this strongman came from, and he was so powerful. Not only are their martial arts strong, but even the weapons they hold are extremely sharp.

"Uncle spare your life, uncle spare your life" The leader of the caravan knelt down and begged for mercy, but the other party was obviously more interested in the caravan's goods.

"That's good business!"

A slightly playful voice sounded, and a clothed swordsman slowly walked out of the forest.

"Who are you?"

Two strongmen with long swords blocked the swordsman's path.

With a snap, a bronze token flew out of the swordsman's hand, spanning a long distance, and flew straight towards the stout and mighty man.

The big man's thick, calloused palm caught the token. The front of this token is engraved with the word Ying, and on the back is the word Anxijun.

"The son has an order, and the people and horses led by the Erbu will be assembled immediately, and the village thirty miles ahead will be on standby, and there must be no mistake."

"My subordinates obey the orders of my son."

More than a dozen people immediately bowed down, looking respectful. After the salute, the big man took a group of men and horses, left several carts of goods, and ran into the mountains and forests.

The leader of the caravan trembled as he watched as the cloth-clad swordsman drew his long sword. The sound of the sword rubbing against the scabbard was crisp and crisp, but to the caravan leader, it was extremely terrifying.

"You, why do you want to do such a shitty errand with your skills, follow me, I will ensure your glory and wealth."

The swordsman was unmoved, but his pace was getting closer and closer.

"All these carts of goods belong to you, but beg me to spare my life."

A cruel smile flashed, and the sword reaped life. Blood stained the land red, and the notes of death resounded through the mountains and forests. The bald bird chirps, as if it smells the smell of a feast. The beast hissed, excited by the breath of blood. The swordsman was full of murderous energy, even if he was the overlord of the mountain, he did not dare to approach, so he had to lie dormant in the forest and wait quietly.

The swordsman wiped the blood stains on the sword with the merchant's brocade clothes, he disdained the several carts of goods, his fingers gently rubbed the blade of the long sword, his eyes were fanatical, just like treating a **** woman, gentle and patient.

Carefully putting away the long sword, the swordsman slowly turned his back and left.

Above the Chu land, a small flow of people is slowly converging. The sky was full of smoke, just when the eyes of people in the world were attracted by the imminent war between Qin and Chu. No one thought that Ying Ziyi's three thousand horsemen would soon stage a song of troubled times in this post-apocalyptic world!

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