The general was standing on the handsome chariot and saw the small army on the top of the mountain, and he raised his hand so that the army stopped at the foot of the mountain. Then his chariot jumped forward and loudly announced to the top of the mountain, "General, Zhao Guobi will be born, you will invite Gongzi Yong out to protect me and return to Handan." ”

Zhao Xing stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at the foot of the mountain, in fact, the mountain is not high or big, and the shouting below can be heard clearly, especially in this era when communication is basically based on roaring, everyone has practiced a loud voice. From the birth of Zhao Yong as a son and not as a prince, it shows that this guy does not recognize Zhao Yong's identity.

"Who does the general represent to pick up the crown prince? Is it the king, is it the help? ”

He was stunned for a moment, he didn't know when there was an extra guy like this around Zhao Yong, but looking at the person this guy was wearing like a dog, it must be the head of the group of armed people, so he replied on his back: "As a general of Zhao Guo, of course, I came to greet Gongzi Yong on the order of the monarch." Please, this gentleman, hand over Gongzi Yong to me. ”

Understood, everything understood. Zhao Xing categorically refused: "Previously, Gongzi Jie pretended to be Lin Hu to intercept and kill Prince Yong, God blessed the prince not to die, and now the monarch is seriously ill, but there are rumors that the monarch wants to make Gongzi Jie the king." The court bureau is weird, and in the absence of help, the general Le Chi came in person, and I resolutely did not hand over the prince. Please return from the general, and please come to Hi-yi or Lechi in person. ”

"Who are you, who dare to disrespect the king's order and hold Gongzi Yong hostage, do you want to rebel?" From angry and angry to angry and angry and reprimanded loudly.

"Rebellion? I am protecting the crown prince, how can I rebel? But if you dare to climb the mountain, you will rebel, and I will shoot you. ”

This is tantamount to tearing each other apart. Seeing the stubborn posture of the guy on the mountain, he knew that there was no room for negotiation about the matter, and the time was pressing, so he immediately decided: "Surround Tushan and kill all of them-" After a pause: "Kill all the people on Tushan, and no one can escape." ”

The war drums of the war sounded, and the 5,000 Zhao troops immediately separated from the left and right according to the arrangement, and surrounded the Tushan regiments.

With a blow of the war drums, the main force from the front began to attack, and thirty chariots roared and rushed towards the earth mountain.

The chariot was sparkling and the horses were sparkling, the earth was trembling and the dust was high, and the three thousand Zhao troops shouted, following the chariot to roar and kill.

During the galloping rush, the first chariot suddenly collapsed and tilted, and the horse pulling the chariot fell to the ground and neighed. Then the chariots that charged and galloped suddenly overturned one after another, and the horses pulling the carts neighed to the ground one after another, and the fanatical Zhao Jun also fell to the ground with their feet and wailed, and the strict charging formation immediately became scattered, and the charge was suffocated.

And just when he was born inexplicably, a rain of arrows fell like hail. Those who fell to the ground and the panicked soldiers were hit by arrows one after another, screaming and wailing replaced the original fanatical shouting and killing, and the charging soldiers were equivalent to stopping there and passively receiving the baptism of the endless rain of arrows.

His own archers, because they shoot from the back, do not reach the shooting distance, but can not go up again, and if they go up again, the archer without any protection is equivalent to going up to die.

"Withdraw, hurry up." From the angry and frustrated order, this is all his own family armament, this is not a soldier of the state, it cannot be lost, what is lost is his own property. “

The sound of Ming Jin sounded, and Zhao Jun charged like a tide, and in a blink of an eye, it fell back like a tide.

Counting the battle damage, all 30 chariots were destroyed, more than 200 soldiers were martyred, and looking at the enemy on the top of the mountain, there was not a single loss.

"What kind of demon law? Could it be that weird-looking guy on the top of the mountain is a youkai, a wizard? ”

He jumped out of the chariot and went to the battlefield himself, and after dialing a few weak eagles that flew down, he leaned over and looked at the ground.

The weeds covering the ground had been trampled by the soldiers, and after a gust of wind blew, he saw a dense pit the size of a bowl. There are so many small pits that it makes people's scalp tingle when they look at it. The density of the small pit allows the soldier to take every step, not far or close, just one step away, so that the soldier's feet are deeply sunk. Those war horses galloped in such a dense pit, why didn't they pout their hooves? How can a soldier charge on such a dense pit, how can he not stumble?

But time was pressing, and Zhao Yong, who he got from the secret report, did not die. But this news was obtained from the people in the Xiangbang Mansion, so Gongzijie gave himself a letter as soon as possible, and mobilized his Daijun family to kill Zhao Yong. The army of the gang will definitely arrive in a breath, as soon as the army of the gang arrives, the plan of Gongzijie and all the people who support him will be completely shattered.

Attack, attack at all costs, and kill Gongzi Yong, this is the only choice from life to now.

There was no righteous war in the Spring and Autumn Period, and there was no gentleman in the Warring States. Everything is based on his own interests, and he will not hesitate to decide to do it to Zhao Yong, the lord to whom he should be allegiated.

"Kill all the people on the mound, and every man has a pound of gold for his head." Congsheng gave the order without hesitation,

More than 4,000 families were armed, shouting and killing Junqiu again.

A rain of arrows rained down from the mountain, knocking down groups of enemies, but there were still dense soldiers shouting and charging behind. Small pits limited their speed, allowing the bow to increase the time wave of the shots, making the casualties even worse. But they still fearlessly charged, and finally, rushed to the top of the mountain.

The three hundred lords of Zhao Xing discarded their bows and arrows, picked up their spears, formed a formation, and began to fight fiercely with the enemies who came up from all directions.

War is brutal and tragic, but every fighter is brave and tenacious. Whether it is an external war or an internal fight, it is not because it is the same Zhao people, or it may have been a robe in the last battle.

The sharp edge of the spear pierced the enemy's chest, unleashing their blood, and the long cut the enemy's neck, causing their heads to roll down the hillside.

There was no screaming on the entire battlefield, only the roar of fighting. The Zhao people will not scream when they are dying, they think that it is not the behavior of the samurai, the Zhao people, only the warriors who shout and fight.

Zhao Xing trembled in the queue, and the hand holding the sword trembled like a dead branch in the wind. He didn't tremble because of fear, he became like this because he killed someone.

But all around, there are people, inside are their own arms, and outside are the enemy who spread from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. They shouted and rushed forward for the pound of gold on the enemy's head.

Ge Spear formed a dense forest around the small hill, so that he and Zhao Yong and the three hundred warriors could not escape anywhere.

Now there is only one ending, kill the enemy or be killed.

"Teacher, killing someone, the first time is very uncomfortable, but after killing one, you are no longer afraid, but it will make people excited, and then become numb. Since you become a Zhao person, you have to get used to killing and being killed, and our ancestors all came out of killing and being killed. Fighting is the bone marrow and blood of our Zhao people, and we must get used to it. ”

Zhao Yong, holding a long pole, killed an enemy on the opposite side with an indifferent and skillful technique that was extremely incommensurate with his age, and then taught his teacher for a long time.

At a young age, killing is so decisive and so skillful, it can be seen that he has long regarded killing as a normal thing.

"The first time you kill someone, you will inevitably be nervous, a person like Teacher Xiang, the first time you kill someone, you have to take a long weapon, only by keeping a certain distance from the enemy and killing him, can your fear be greatly reduced. And when you kill the second person, you are no longer afraid, but you become excited. That's why murderers always kill, and you don't expect a murderer to put down the butcher's knife and become a humble gentleman after repentance. ”

Zhao Xing thought that the student was right, so he picked up a long brother on the ground and stabbed at an enemy in the distance.

That enemy was dealing with another Changge's hook, and as a result, Zhao Xing's Changge hooked off his head with ease.

When that head rolled down, Zhao Xing felt that his feeling was really much better, not only did the trembling disappear in his body, but even his mood became relaxed, and he had a kind of excitement that was eager to try.

This excitement turned into excitement, and Zhao Xing had a strong desire to sing.

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear. Enmity with the Son! ”

As soon as it came out, hundreds of soldiers roared and sang together: "How can you say that you have no clothes? With the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd. Work with the son!

How can you say that you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers. Walk with the son! ”

This is the song of righteousness, this is the song of generosity to death. The song rose to the sky in the earth-shattering shouting and killing, and the singing of three and three went straight to Xiaohan, and with the singing, the battle of the three hundred soldiers began to have a rhythm, and the morale rose one after another. Also in this song, justice is served, and the momentum of the enemy is gradually weakened. They began to hesitate, they began to hesitate whether it was justice to kill the high prince.

Congsheng was shocked by this song, and he couldn't let the three hundred or so people above sing it anymore. If you continue to sing, your military spirit will be scattered. He must fight back, and he opens his mouth to sing a song to suppress the enemy's morale and boost his fighting spirit. But after opening his mouth a few times, he didn't know what he should sing, there are too few songs in this era, and there are only a few over and over again, and he can't learn others to sing the same song, so he will fall behind.

Grab the drumsticks and beat the drums violently.

The rumbling of the war drums disrupted the singing rhythm of the three hundred soldiers on the dirt mountain, and fired the blood of the attacking soldiers, who once again shouted and charged to the death.

While singing to the death, the singing gave them a belief and goal, filled them with a sense of justice, and hundreds of years of etiquette and religion let the soldiers know what to fight for.

The Zhao army was also fighting desperately, but the more they fought, the more discouraged they became, and the same etiquette made them feel ashamed. This is not a national war, it is not a war for the family, they are committing the following crimes, they do not occupy the rites, the rites here are the rites.

Eventually, justice and propriety made them retreat and give up fighting. In the righteous song suppressed the impolite war drums. I don't know who it was, the first to abandon the enemy opposite, shame and dazed victory over greed for a pound of gold, turned and fled down the mountain.

And all the men fled together down the mountain.