In front of Hangu Pass, the fierce battle has lasted for a day and a night, the sun rises in the thick smoke that covers the sky, it looks bleak, the battle does not end because of the passage of time, but more intense, the arrival of King Qin Wulie, for the soldiers defending the city to give a shot of strength, but for the besiegers, how can they not see the opportunity once and for all.

King Wulie of Qin is a threat to the Central Plains, but not all generations of King Qin have his courage and ability, especially now, when the heir of Qin has not yet been determined, if King Wulie of Qin is killed in Hangu Pass, the probability of civil strife in Qin is extremely great.

Zhao Mu's battle flag of the Chinese army has been called hundreds of meters below Hangu Pass, here, has entered the range of the city's bed crossbow, Zhao Mu is not afraid, at this moment, the city has no time to take care of him, he stared at the Zhao army attached to the ladder ants, looked at the Zhao army who carried the wooden bridge and hit the thick gate again and again, and looked at the soldiers who fell from the city one by one, or were injured by the falling stone crossbow arrows and wailed and fell to the ground.

There is no mercy in the eyes, there is no doubt, there is only determination.

Under the city, the corpses were stacked layer by layer, and in most places, they had been stacked several meters high.

Zhao Mu looked at the head of the city, his eyes narrowed little by little, he saw that a general of the Zhao army was about to approach the head of the city, his hand climbed the battlement, and his people jumped on the head of the city. That's Zhao Feng, his son.

Zhao Mu turned over and dismounted, ran to a drummer a few steps ahead, snatched the drumstick in his hand, and beat it hard. With the addition of Zhao Mu, the almost exhausted Zhao Jun drummers also felt like they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they also saw that a team of Zhao Jun had climbed to the top of the city. Under the city, the sound of war drums immediately resounded.

The Qin army in the city obviously couldn't resist it, their black armor army did not appear where they should have appeared at this time, in Zhao Mu's eyes, those black armor troops were retreating instead, he couldn't help laughing loudly, the arrival of King Qin Wulie made him benefit from it, those black armor troops must be protecting King Qin Wulie at this time, they should have appeared in the place where they were broken through.

Win Teng was injured, between his chest and abdomen, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the armor of Shang Hao couldn't stop the opponent's desperate knife, and that knife cut through his armor and injured his chest and abdomen.

He saw the place where he was broken through by the Zhao army, but he didn't have enough strength to organize a counterattack, where did he climb up, it was Zhao Mu's pro-army, and the leader was Zhao Mu's son. He sighed gloomily, if there were still enough black armor troops, they might be able to block the opponent's charge, but now, the only remaining black armor army had been sent by him to protect King Qin Wulie, and the rest of the people went up, only adding casualties.

"Give up the West City and retreat to the East City!" The blood-stained beard trembled in the wind, and Yingteng's whole person was trembling, and Hangu Pass finally couldn't hold it.

For such a situation, Win Teng is still prepared, between the east city and the west city of the city wall avenue, he used sandbags to build a high wall, leaving only a gap for people to pass through, retreat to the west city, build these gaps, and then do the annex to resist.

Winteng can withdraw, but as soon as he withdraws, Hangu Pass will completely fall into the hands of Zhao Jun, from Hangu Pass to Xianyang, there is no more cover, this is not what he wants to see. He wanted to hold on until the last moment. But King Qin Wulie must go.

"Win Cheng, defend Dongcheng to the last one!" Win yelled. He needs someone to break off to buy him even a little bit of time.

Half a day later, the battle flag of the Zhao army fluttered in the wind above the Dongcheng Tower, Zhao Mu stood under the battle flag, Dongcheng, full of messes, dead corpses all over the ground, the resisters were all dead, there were no prisoners, it was not that Zhao Mu didn't want to keep the prisoners, but every Qin army resisted to the most rear, even if he was injured and couldn't move and fell to the ground, he still gritted his teeth, showing his white teeth, hugging the Zhao soldiers and wanting to take a bite.

The last one to fall was the Qin general Yingcheng, Zhao Mu recognized him, this is a member of the Qin army. Such an enemy is terrible, but such an enemy is also worthy of respect. As a general, in his life, he can fight such an enemy head-on and win it, and he has no regrets in this life.

The negative emotions in Zhao Mu's heart were swept away when he raised his head, this was the first time Zhao Jun stood on the Hangu Pass, he had a feeling of wanting to howl, although the resistance of Xicheng was still strong, but it was just a dying struggle, the Qin army's biggest reliance, the steep Hangu Pass, at this time had been shared by the Qin army and Zhao Jun, and then, with the advantage of troops, he could drown the other party alive.

"Attack, take Xicheng, and kill King Qin Wulie!" Zhao Mu shouted, kill King Qin Wulie, if you don't catch it alive, Zhao Mu has already made a decision in his heart, if he catches it alive, it is possible for him to return to Qin State alive, and King Qin Wulie who returned to Qin State alive will inevitably become Zhao State's nightmare again.

Xicheng, Ying Teng knelt in front of King Qin Wulie, and wailed: "Your Majesty, you go quickly, return to Xianyang, even if we lose Hangu Pass and Li Xin's 200,000 troops return, we can still hold Xianyang and plot a counterattack. Let's go!"

King Qin Wulie's face was grim, and the war knife in his hand was on the ground, "Uncle, I won't leave, right here, I want to live and die with Hangu Pass."

"You are the king of Qin, not a general who charges into battle, we have swept away the Huns, eliminated the biggest scourge in the backyard, at most ten years, we can recover and launch a counterattack, Qin cannot do without you!" Ying Teng roared angrily, "With your own speed and disregard for the country's social welfare, do you want to leave an infamy in the history books?"

Qin Wulie Wang Da Lu smiled, "Without Win Wu, the Qin State is still going to be clothed, uncle, before I came, I have made arrangements, if I return safely, if I die, Ying Ying will inherit the throne, he is in Li Xin's army, he can ensure that he is safe, with the support of Li Xin's 20th army, no one in Qin State dares to make trouble, this time, let Ying Wu and his uncle fight for Qin State together!"

King Qin Wulie smiled, took his war knife, and strode out, groups of black-armored soldiers followed closely, Ying Teng let out a long sigh, got up from the ground, staggered with a knife, and followed closely.

What else could he say?

What else could he do?

There's just death.

Zhao Mu has returned to the Chinese army tent in the camp outside the city, in his opinion, this war is nearing the end, the next thing is to go straight to Xianyang or to hold Hangu, he needs to report to Handan, if it goes straight to Xianyang, it needs more troops, more aid, facing Li Xin's 20th army, it is obviously not something he can resist.

I believe that the army of the six countries of the Central Plains will not give up this opportunity, for hundreds of years, there has not been an army that has been able to directly attack the city of Xianyang.

The shouting and killing outside was still continuing, but Zhao Mu was peaceful, he picked up his pen and prepared to write a chapter to Handan.

Outside the big tent, the sun has sunk in the west, and the last touch of sunlight shines through the open tent door, leaving a piece of light before Zhao Mu's big case.

Zhao Mu put the pen on the pen stand, picked up the piece, gently blew the ink that had not dried, and smiled with satisfaction.

Outside the tent, there was a sound of rapid footsteps, and Wu Zeng crashed in.

"Broken Xicheng?" Zhao Mu didn't raise his head and asked directly.

"General!" In Wu Zeng's tone, there was a crying voice.

Zhao Mu Huoran raised his head.

"General, Li Xin is here!" Wu Zeng finally couldn't stand anymore, after two days and one night of onslaught, he was already physically exhausted, and at this time, he couldn't stand anymore after being hit like this, and sat on the ground with his butt.

"What did you say?" Zhao Mu almost word by word popped out of this sentence from between his teeth.

"Li Xin, Li Xin's army, our sentinels have seen their banner!" Wu Zeng howled and cried.

Zhao Mu's body shook, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Is there any mistake, maybe it's a ragtag army from somewhere else?" Zhao Mu asked again, although Zhilu Dao's hope was very slim, he still didn't give up.

Wu Zeng raised his head, looked at Zhao Mu, his eyes were full of tears, and he shook his head slowly, just a little, a little, if Li Xin's army was half a day later, Hangu Pass would be theirs, and King Qin Wulie would also become a corpse.

Zhao Mu took a deep breath, strode out of the tent, and looked up at Hangu Pass, where the battle was still fierce, obviously, the Qin army was still desperately resisting, and the Qin Wang Banner that made his eyes extremely hot Although it had been torn to pieces by sharp arrows, it was still flying high in the air.

"Withdraw, give the order, the whole army retreats!" Zhao Mu's voice was extremely low. After saying this, Zhao Mu turned his head and strode back to the tent, looking at the still ink-drenched piece on the table, he grabbed it and tore it to pieces.

Winton is no longer good. He lay in the crook of King Qin Wulie's arms, staring blankly at the sky, where the few stars were struggling to reveal themselves from time to time in the thick smoke.

He charged forward, with many wounds on his body, and he was carried down, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

"Uncle." Holding Yingteng, King Qin Wulie burst into tears.

"It's time to go, it's time for you to go!" Win muttered. Back to Xianyang, in another ten years, we will be able to sweep the Central Plains and dominate the world."

"I'll go back, I'll go back." King Qin Wulie roared loudly, the knife in his hand was already scarred. He stared at Zhao Jun not far away, with a raging fire in his eyes.

Suddenly, he looked at Zhao Jun not far away in disbelief, they retreated like a tide, kept retreating, and actually withdrew from Hangu Pass.

"Uncle, Zhao Jun has retreated!" King Qin Wulie shouted, "What's wrong?"

In Yingteng's eyes, a flash of brilliance flashed in the fundraiser, "Li Xin, it must be Li Xin who is here, Ha Lu haha, Li Xin is here. Zhao Mu had to retreat, he didn't dare not retreat, otherwise, they would be wiped out under Hangu Pass, Li Xin, you will not live up to me in the end."

His eyelids drooped, his lips squirmed, and he was singing a war song.

Rectify Lao Qin, go to the national disaster together, the blood will not be dried, and the death will not be truce.

King Qin Wulie's eyes flowed with tears, and he sang loudly with Ying Teng's voice.

More voices rang out, and tragic war songs rang out everywhere in Xicheng, the song pierced the clouds and spread into the distance, and from the invisible distance, the same song also came. The war songs of the two compartments gathered together and went straight to the clouds.

In this tragic song, Winton closed his eyes forever with a satisfied smile.

King Wulie of Qin broke down and wept bitterly.

(After writing this chapter, I felt very emotionally in my heart, Gao Yuan will have an enemy that is so strong that he didn't expect, that is, King Qin Wulie, Qin Jun, Qin State, of course Gao Yuan can't reach this level now, but the enemy is always there. The gunner doesn't like to write the protagonist's enemies as useless, stupid, and weak, because a stupid and stupid enemy can never reflect the hero's strength, and only powerful enemies, respectable enemies, are the internal causes that destroy the protagonist's eternal struggle. Salute to Winteng, salute to King Qin Wulie!) (To be continued......)