King Moke, who led 300,000 iron horsemen to cross Yanshan, did not know what was happening behind him. In his and all the grassland soldiers' consistent cognition, no army of the Central Plains princes had ever dared to enter the grassland.

The grasslands are blessed with unique convenient conditions and special geographical situation, which provide them with a natural barrier. Without a familiar guide, it would have been impossible for the enemy's army to penetrate deeply. The climate in the steppe is complex and there are many dangerous places. Coupled with the presence of wolves, the hot and cold are unpredictable. Not people who live here all year round come in unexpectedly, and most of them are more than lucky.

Not to mention that a large army has entered, even if it is those scouts, spies and the like, it is even more difficult to find out useful information on the grassland. This powerful conceit is not a matter of pride. It comes from the unity of the steppe tribes and their bravery.

For more than 100 years, only the steppe warriors have gone out to raid everywhere, and no one has ever dared to take the initiative to attack them. Even a tough figure like King Chulie of Zhao back then was only capable of stopping them from stepping over Yanshan. It took the strength of several princes to drive the raging steppe iron cavalry back to the depths of the grassland. And after so many years of accumulation of strength, when they attack with all their strength again, I believe that there is no one in the world who can resist it.

If he could, King Moke would love to ride his horse straight into Dragon City. He wanted to let his horse's hooves step on the palace of King Zhao. Let the young man who has become famous all over the world kneel in front of him, suffer humiliation, and then behead him with a knife, and plunder all the wealth and population of Zhao State. in order to spit out the evil breath in the chest.

Zhao's army was really vulnerable. Since stepping out of the grassland, the army of King Moke began to attack from the direction of Shanggu and Yunzhong in two directions, and the Zhao army that had been guarding these places has been defeated and retreated one after another, and has hardly encountered any effective resistance.

King Moke was very satisfied. In just over half a month, they have already traveled more than 100 miles to Yanshan and almost occupied half of the territory that originally belonged to Yanguo. Since the Yan State has long been annexed by the Zhao State, then these are also the lands of the Zhao State. Such military progress did not surprise him and his generals.

Perhaps, the only thing that makes people feel unsatisfactory is that the actual gains are not large. Wherever the steppe army passed, it was basically a fortified wilderness, and whether it was crops, cattle, sheep, livestock or population, they had all been harvested and transferred in advance. Looking at the empty Tian Mo and the walled city, King Moke was very angry. In a fit of rage, he commanded that all who passed should be burned with fire.

Since the cunning Zhao people don't leave them anything, then burn down their homes and leave them homeless! When it comes to ferocious methods, who can compare with these steppe people? Burning, killing, and looting are taken for granted, and they are not a big deal.

The army marched for more than ten days, showing off its might, and the gods and ghosts were easy to change. After setting up camp in the wide area south of Yanshan, King Moke finally had a chance to gather his generals for the next step in the battle plan.

Most of these guys who command the steppe cavalry are rough in appearance, and some are extremely vicious. They have a bloody and savage aura on them. They were all gathered in a large tent of cowhides, as if they were a gathering of demons. In comparison, the envoys who came on behalf of the Qin army were much more elegant.

Since the armed forces of the two sides are fighting jointly, it is natural that they must coordinate and communicate. The messenger who came on behalf of the will of the King of Qin was the liaison in charge of all this. At this moment, the messenger named Wang Jun sat on the side, listening to the loud noise in his ears. Although he smiled and said nothing, he was very disdainful in his heart.

The barbarians are still barbarians. Even after all these years, they haven't grown much. The so-called war plan is nothing more than a brute force fight. The generals drank heavily and ate large pieces of meat, boasting to each other about their achievements, their faces full of pride and pride. The messenger pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, but he did not hear anything useful. After a while, he finally couldn't take it anymore, leaned to the left, and leaned closer to King Moke and said.

"Great King, since the army under your command has already stepped through Yanshan and penetrated deep into the control of the Zhao State, it is possible that it will encounter a strong resistance from the enemy army at any time...... This must be guarded against!"

In his prime, King Moko was never afraid of any powerful enemy. As long as these brave generals are loyal, he is confident enough to defeat the Zhao State, and the shame of the defeat of the first king of Yixue. He glanced at the cautious look on the face of the Qin army envoy, threw down the wine bag casually, and said with a laugh.

"Blocking? Hahaha! Envoy, if Zhao Jun really appears in front, I can't ask for it! I'm afraid that they will flee from the wind, and they won't even see a shadow. ”

The generals who were gulping down wine in the big cowhide tent also laughed. Since leaving the grassland, they have advanced by leaps and bounds for two or three hundred miles, and except for the occasional encounter with the enemy's scout team, they have never seen the shadow of the large army at all. From the place where it is stationed, it is not more than a hundred miles away, and it is Jicheng, the royal capital of the original Yan Kingdom. I heard that since it belonged to the Zhao Kingdom, although this old royal city has not regained its former majesty, it has radiated a different kind of vitality. Because of the importance of geographical location, Jicheng has become an important base for the circulation of commodities in the north. Merchants from the east, west and south of the world gather here. After preparing the goods, either go north to the outside of the Saiwai, or go east to the sea...... Its prosperity is by no means comparable to that of the past.

"Lord Envoy, instead of worrying about Zhao Jun, you might as well take this opportunity to explain the situation in Jicheng to the king! Soon after, when we enter the city, we will surely return all our wealth to the grasslands. Hahaha!"

A bearded grassland general laughed, picked up a large bowl of wine, and stuffed it to Wang Jun. The messenger couldn't shirk it, so he had to take it with a wry smile and take a sip. The wine of the prairie was bitter and astringent, and he coughed so hard that tears almost came out. His embarrassment fell into the eyes of the steppe generals, and it caused a burst of laughter. In the eyes of these rough men, the princes of the Central Plains are all the same. What King Qin, King Zhao...... No matter how famous it is, it is simply vulnerable in front of the powerful steppe cavalry.

King Moke was not going to stop the generals from being rude. He cooperated with the people of Qin to destroy Zhao together, but it was just to meet the needs of the situation. As for the future, there will still be more enemies. No matter who dominates the Central Plains, they are the target of the steppe cavalry. It makes no difference.

Wang Jun frowned, and drank several sips of water in a row to relieve the bitterness in his throat. Dealing with these reckless guys is a chore. However, in order to complete the major events personally explained by King Qin, he had to endure himself.

"Jicheng is the largest city in the north. After several years of operation by the Zhao people, the wealth hidden in it can be said to be immeasurable...... King Moke, if you can really capture this city, then what you get will be enough for the grassland tribe for ten years!"

Hearing his answer, the eyes of everyone below King Moko flashed with greed. The temptation is big enough.

"In that case, starting tomorrow, the army will march to Jicheng! If you get these riches one day earlier, the soldiers will be at ease. ”

King Moko drank the wine from the wine bag in one gulp, and in high spirits, gave orders. The generals agreed with a bang, and they all geared up, eager to step into Jicheng in one step. Wang Jun hurriedly waved his hand and stood up to stop their noise.

"If you want to attack Jicheng, I'm afraid it's not that easy! I'm afraid the king and the generals don't know yet, right? Jicheng is heavily guarded by Zhao State, and the defender of the city is a famous general!"

"Famous general! Hehe...... Who he is, tell me about it! See if it's worth cutting off his head with the king's sword. ”

King Moko haughtily drew his sword and slashed at the wooden table. It had been a long time since his knife had drunk blood himself, and it was inevitable that he would feel lonely. Wang Jun glanced at it, and deliberately accentuated his tone, wanting to provoke the anger of these grassland reckless men.

"The general who personally led the army to garrison Jicheng is named Li Mu. He was once named the general of the Condor by King Zhao because of his outstanding military achievements. And the meaning of this title is that the condor chases the wolf and guards the frontier...... Hehe! If I am not mistaken, tens of thousands of elite cavalry of the grassland were wiped out near Yanshan Mountain, which was due to the handiwork of this person. Chu Jiangmian, the king of Zhao, once personally praised him for plugging the Great Wall, and relied on him very much. If the king wants to be an enemy, I'm afraid it's better to be cautious!"

As soon as the words fell, only a click was heard, and the entire wooden case had been cut in two, and debris was flying. King Moke shouted angrily.

"It was him! Li Mu...... This guy whose hands are stained with the blood of the steppe warriors, this time he must be repaid with blood, and there will be no place to die if he dies!"

The crowd was excited. The envoy of the Qin army was secretly proud. He hurriedly said again: "Great King, a few days ago, the Qin army captured several scouts and spies of the Zhao State. I've been escorted here. Before the big war, you might as well torture it, maybe you will gain something! Hehe! ”

"Excellent! Bring them up. ”

Soon, several men covered in injuries were pushed and shoved in. Faced with the harsh eyes of tigers and wolves, they were tortured, but they gritted their teeth and refused to confide a word.

King Mok was furious. Ordered them all to be hacked to death, and their heads cut off, and sent to hang them under the Thistle.

"When the army arrives, it will not seal the sword for three days, and slaughter the city!"

Dark clouds cover the top, and heavy rain is coming. On the head of Jicheng, the general covered in armor retracted his gaze from afar, and his face was both solemn and faintly sad. Say a casual command.

"Hurry up and hurry up and report to the king that the steppe cavalry has arrived. The day of the decisive battle is approaching! And also...... Give it to him. ”

Li Mu stretched out his palm, and there were more than ten small bronze medals in his palm. Bloodstained and unbearable.

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