"The general of the city head will report to the king of Han, within an hour, if the king of Han surrenders, he can protect the life of everyone in Xinzheng!"

"If the king of Han does not surrender, the three armies will arrive and immediately attack the city, and when the time comes, the jade will be burned, and the king of Han will take the blame for himself."

Half an hour after the document that had been shot at the arrow tower at the city gate, another commander shouted loudly.

Two miles outside the city, 100,000 troops arrived in succession, waiting for it, it was up to King Han to choose.

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"Prince, what is the strategy to retreat from the enemy?"

Han Wangan is getting older and older, and between his eyebrows, there is no longer the slightest bit of the momentum of the past, some are just sighing, coughing, and asking for help.

In the West Palace of Xinzheng Wangcheng, now, the courtiers in the court have no hands, the prince Han Yu is in the column, Zhang Liang is in the column, Han Qiu is in the column, in addition, the central ministers should not come.

Either he has left, or he is on sick leave.

"Father, now nearly 200,000 troops are left in Xinzheng, when the defense is made, after three months, there will be the rescue of the five countries of Shandong, and when the time comes, the mountains and rivers should be reorganized, in the name of Zhenjin Han."

Han Yu felt a little bitter in his heart, he had not been the prince for a few years, and he had not tasted the glory of the king, so he could never surrender, and he was the prince of Korea.

If the father chooses to surrender, then the father may be worry-free, but the Korean royal family will be slaughtered, which is inevitable. Death, death, defense, there is a glimmer of life.

It's a natural choice.

"Can you really defend for three months?"

King Han was extremely worried, although he didn't pay much attention to Xinzheng's situation recently, he also knew that there was not much food in storage, and the palace had already cut the consumption.

"Yes!"

Prince Han Yu gave an affirmative answer.

"What do you think, General?"

King Han was relieved for a while, but he still set his eyes on Han Qiu's body.

"Keepable."

Han Qiu thought about it and gave a response.

"In this way, the defense of Xinzheng will be handed over to the prince and the general, and Xinzheng must be defended."

Han Wangan didn't want to become the lord of the fallen country and defend against the Qin army outside the city, since both of them had a certain degree of certainty in their words, they thought that there should be a certain possibility, although they were safe in their hearts, they still panicked and the thoughts flickered.

"Live up to my father's expectations."

Prince Han Yu bowed his hand and said in a deep voice.

Han Qiu is also saluting.

In the palace, there is silence, but at this moment, the city of Xinzheng is chaotic, by the return of the 90,000 troops in the water, plus the original 100,000 soldiers, the entire Xinzheng city has already been chaotic.

The order has also been abnormal, and the soldiers want to maintain it, but what they are dissatisfied with is the returning soldiers, after returning to Xinzheng, there is no suitable shelter, there is no enough food to fill the stomach, and they are treated coldly by other people in Xinzheng.

are all dissatisfied.

"Ninth Prince, the king is determined to stick to it."

Zhang Liang returned and responded to the news.

And this news is expected for Han Fei.

"In an hour, how about the Qin State's strong attack?"

Above the face, he was still so calm, after knowing that the grain and grass in the ovary were burned, he knew that Weizhuang would retreat, and now he was defending in Xinzheng, and there were 200,000 more soldiers out of thin air.

Coupled with the original people of Xinzheng, a total of more than 400,000 people, every day is a huge disaster for Xinzheng's food reserves.

According to the Qin State documents, after an hour, it will be time to attack Xinzheng, and he looked at Weizhuang.

"The city is here, Xinzheng is here!"

If the Qin army failed to break through the city of Xinzheng with the power of fire and oil, it would be nothing to defend it for three months.

The power of fierce fire and oil, when Qin and Zhao were fighting, the Qin army broke through the Jingcheng Pass and was known to the nations, and that kind of extremely strong power was devastating for the damage to the city.

"City ...... If not, what if not? ”

The Qin army will attack the city, and will definitely not give South Korea three months to defend, and will definitely take all kinds of means, if it can directly break the city, it goes without saying anything, if it can't break the city, Xinzheng is afraid of tragedy.

"If you were in the Qin Kingdom, you wouldn't have what you do now?"

For Han Fei, although Wei Zhuang, who was sealed with his memory, was unfamiliar, but he should have been in contact with him before, Han Fei entered South Korea, he could have supported South Korea, no matter how bad it was, there would be no current situation, even if it was the same as Wei Guo, it was acceptable to want to come to King Han.

Of course, it's useless to say that now.

Everyone has to pay the due price for their choice.

Calculating the time, it is not far from an hour, and I don't know how Qin Jun will do it.

"Wait a moment."

Han Fei's expression did not change, his body turned slightly, he looked around, looked at the location of the four gates of Xinzheng, and all the past events rolled in the depths of his mind.

His eyes narrowed quietly, listening to the sound of heaven and earth.

The rest of the people on his side felt this atmosphere, and they didn't say anything, and now Xinzheng has reached the most dangerous time.

An hour awaits them.

An hour later, the Qin army could not directly break the city, and there may be hope for South Korea!

If the city is broken, everything will be over!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

While waiting, an hour seemed to pass quickly, accompanied by a roaring sound from the city gate on the east side of Xinzheng, and the entire land of Xinzheng was shaken.

"Wu Zhenhou, it has long been rumored that the power of fierce fire oil is extraordinary, and today's look at it, it is true."

The car of the trench was pressed, the crossbowmen pressed the formation, the siege cloud car stepped forward, hundreds of soldiers moved the four gates together, outside the east gate of Xinzheng, looking at the bright flames bursting out of the city gate at this moment, although they were far away, they could still feel a trace of energy aftermath.

"The things of fierce fire oil, now in Zhuxia, there are in the land of Longxi of Qin State, there are land in Liaodong of Yan State, and there are also Baiyue in Lingnan, but as far as Benhou knows, Yan Country has not sold it."

"Although the city is solid, it is a city that has been around for hundreds of years after all."

Xinzheng is the capital of the original Zheng State, which has been inherited for hundreds of years in the era of Zheng State, and more than 100 years ago, after the Korean destroyed Zheng, the national capital was moved here, and now it has been strengthened.

It's just a frail old man with a new dress, and he can't be used.

"With the force of a blow, there are already cracks in the city wall."

The power of the fierce fire oil just now burst out with surging power, the earth trembled, the city wall shook obviously, not surprisingly, the inside of the wall had been damaged, just gently pushed up, the city wall collapsed.

Hearing this, Zhou Zhan waved his hand and looked at Ye Teng.

Immediately, a large siege vehicle advanced, and hundreds of people joined forces, with feathered arrows in the sky, carrying shields, staring at all kinds of fire oil, stones and other things falling on the city wall, and slammed into the city gate.

With the domineering power of the previous fierce fire oil, it is another blow.

Suddenly, the entire heavy gate of the Gundam was reduced to pieces.

The east gate of Xinzheng was lost.

"Well, Wu Zhenhou, is it Han Fei, the son of South Korea?"

The city gate does not exist, and it has been announced that the victory of the destruction of Han is announced, and the three armies are about to move together, but it is a bronze chariot slowly coming out of the city gate, although the sound made between the walks is difficult to hear, but it is a symbol of the time of Jinhan.

Ye Teng looked over and looked at Wu Zhenhou.

"Let him come closer."

As soon as the order was given, the three armies stopped.

Before the chaotic city gate battlefield, a road was automatically set aside enough for the bronze cart to pass through, but all kinds of crossbowmen were still pressing the formation, pulling the horses, behind the half-pillar incense, close to Zhou Qing and the others.

"Mr. Han Fei, you ...... A very unwise decision! ”

When he was the last year, Han Fei left a resignation letter from the Xianyang Central School Palace, and he left abruptly.

Brother Wang didn't say much about this matter, he didn't say much in the government and the opposition, and Zhou Qing didn't say much, he did what he had to do, but he ...... Or kill yourself.

"This is a French wine from South Korea's collection, please taste it by Wu Zhenhou."

The purple-clothed copper car, handsome and extraordinary, spread a quiet atmosphere up and down the body, facing the more than 100,000 troops of the Qin State in front of him, without any fear, put down the reins in his hand, and bent down to take out a jar of old wine from the car.

He took out two dishes from the car, unsealed them, and the fragrance of wine filled the air, holding the altar in one hand and the dishes in the other, pouring one and facing Zhou Qing.

"Solid ears."

With a wave of his hand, an invisible force spread, and the wine in Han Fei's hand flew into his hand steadily, sniffing it, it was indeed not an ordinary wine.

"Han Fei entered Qin, and Wu Zhenhou took a fancy to him, and he didn't add to the calamity, please!"

As soon as he said it, he held the wine cup in both hands and drank it all, and Zhou Qing did the same.

Subsequently, at the beginning of the year, a bouquet of fine wine burst out and fell into the lamp.

"Han Fei entered Qin, and the King of Qin took a fancy to the world, and wanted to practice the law in the world, this is Han Fei's luck, although it is difficult to say, but the King of Qin has not been contemptuous, this is a bosom friend's move, please!"

Pour one more down.

looked at Zhou Qing and drank it all.

The same is true for Zhou Qing.

After counting the interest, it is renewed again.

"Extremely unconcerned, doing his best to ignore his own interests, Han Fei is not as good as a businessman!"

"Shang Jun's festival, protect the law and protect learning! Han Fei is a festival, and Han is still rotten! ”

"Han Fei is to Shang Jun, and Taishan is also ashamed!"

"There is the learning of the avenue, there is no heart of the world, Han Fei has no face to stand in the world!"

Han Fei, who is a talented Legalist, was still unable to defeat Han Fei, who honored the royal bloodline.

This point, perhaps from the beginning, I have known it, and I have already seen that I can't defeat the innate ethnic identity, and as long as I am alive, I am destined to go on forever.

Han Fei admires himself, but ...... is also disgusted with himself, Han Fei, who is academic, Han Fei who has succumbed to the royal bloodline, what is the value of Han Fei?

One Han Fei can't melt another Han Fei, how can it be like ending up, so that the doctrine will remain in the world, and the soul will also be buried together, and the picture seen in the reverse scale sword of the past will roll in his mind.

After all, he died.

A word falls, a drink is gone.

He smiled lightly at Wu Zhenhou in front of him, and gently stroked the reverse scale sword on his side with one hand, maybe he was the only one who could accompany him for a long time in the future.

"Wu Zhenhou, it seems that Han Fei can't see the day when the law will be practiced in the world."

Slightly straightened his clothes, turned around and looked at Xin Zheng at this moment, his eyes seemed to see the quicksand people, the purple girl, Brother Wei Zhuang, the beloved Red Lotus Princess, the rare talented child, the fourth brother, and the father......

"Let's go!"

The dishes in his hand turned to ashes, turned over and dismounted, and bowed to Han Fei.