Feng Zao's death became the last straw that crushed the rebels. Feng Zheng is the backbone of this rebel army, and now that Feng Zheng is dead, what awaits them is the discouragement of the army. At this time, even the prisoner army began to retreat. They want to mix some military exploits in the army, but now that the matter has come to this, it is better to sneak away and save a small life.

"Kill, leave no one."

The First Emperor's order spread throughout the Qin army, and all the Qin troops had nothing to care about at this time, and they were not afraid of death to charge towards the rebel magic weapons. For a time, the morale of the army on one side was excited, and the morale of the army on the other side was weak. The Qin army was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and for a while, there was even a scene on the battlefield where a former soldier chased three rebels and slashed them.

In fact, as long as the First Emperor orders that those who surrender are not killed, then it will inevitably lead to the surrender of hordes of rebels. It's just that the First Emperor was never a compromising man, he had to be responsible for the dead soldiers, and he had no right to pardon the sins of the rebels for these dead soldiers.

The First Emperor took the lead in slashing the rebels, and the poisonous sores on his back were already aching, but the First Emperor knew that he could not fall. Feng Zheng's death is a lesson from the past, and as soon as Feng Zheng died, the rebels were immediately disheartened. Similarly, now the morale of the Qin army is all condensed in him, if he falls, then the Qin army will inevitably be defeated.

The First Emperor endured the pain of the poisonous sores on his back, and he could feel that the wounds of the poisonous sores had burst at this time, and the blood should have soaked through his underwear. The pain behind his back was heartbreaking, and the first emperor's face was pale, but the long sword in his hand did not dare to hesitate for a moment.

On the side of the palace, Feng Zheng's soldiers were defeated and killed, and it was not surprising that it would not be long before this rebel army would be exterminated by the First Emperor himself. At the same time, at the north wall of Xianyang City, the Qin army led by Ying Chengjiao was also about to attack the city gate.

The men of the Win clan do not seem to have any bad breeds (except for Hu Hai), the first emperor on this side of the palace is brave and invincible, and the same is true of Win Chengjiao from the north city wall. Under the leadership of Ying Chengjiao, the eyes of the soldiers of the Qin army flashed with a wolfish gaze. Countless Qin troops, armed with broadswords and shields, entered the city gate. At this time, the small city gate cave had completely become a meat grinder, and countless Qin troops and rebels died here.

Just when Chen Sheng was about to be unable to resist, the support of the rebels came. Hu Hai and Zhao Gao came with a team of guards, there were not many of them, but they had chips in their hands that could win Chengjiao.

"Win Chengjiao, look at it, look at who I have in my hands." On the noisy battlefield, a loud shout came from the city walls.

Following the voice, Ying Chengjiao looked up and saw that the blood-stained sword in Chen Sheng's hand was hanging from the neck of a plump young woman. Hu Hai was standing aside at this time, holding a two- or three-year-old child in his arms.

"Brute, brute."

"Win Huhai, you brute." Seeing his wife and children, Ying Chengjiao's eyes were red, and he roared hoarsely.

"My good uncle, you say that you are against me. What I did was just what you wanted to do back then but didn't succeed, why should you oppose me. Hu Hai's hand rubbed vigorously on the face of the child in his arms.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." The child was so frightened that he cried and didn't listen.

"Son, don't cry, your father is a hero, you can't cry." The plump young woman, dangling from her neck with a sword, yelled at the child.

Hearing the mother's words, the child's crying stopped abruptly, and he barely swallowed his cry, wanting to cry but not daring to cry, his face was flushed.

"How about winning Hu Hai, exchanging my life for the lives of their mothers?" Ying Chengjiao looked at Hu Hai on the city wall with his head held high, not afraid of death at all.

Hu Hai looked at Ying Chengjiao with a cold face, and said angrily: "I don't want your life, I want you to lead your troops to surrender, surrender now." ”

Ying Chengjiao's face was gloomy, and his heart was dripping blood at this time, with Daqin on one side and his wife and children on the other.

"Win Chengjiao, you can't surrender, you surrender, my mother will not look down on you in my life." fate

"What you did today is right, you can't descend." The woman on the castle tower was armed with a sword, but she was not afraid to shout.

"Win Chengjiao, you are not afraid of death, it is important to think about the child. This little life, life has just taken a starting point, if you die like this, what a pity. Zhao Gao's shrill voice sounded.

"Phew."

"Fart, you eunuch." The plump young woman spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on Zhao Gao's face.

"Win Chengjiao, you think clearly, you are not descending. If you don't come down, I will first throw down your concubine, and then you will throw down your son. ”

"Your eldest son disobeyed the military order and was cut off by Li Chen, it is innocent to die, this youngest son is so young, but he has never done anything wrong, if he dies like this, it will be a pity. Could it be that you have to go through the pain of losing your child twice to win Chengjiao. Zhao Gao wiped the thick phlegm on his face with his cuffs, and continued to shout towards Ying Chengjiao.

"Bang."

Hearing the words of the pain of losing a child, Ying Chengjiao was finally moved, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the whole person seemed to have lost his spirit and was extremely depressed.

"Chang'anjun, you can't descend."

"Chang'anjun, you can't descend."

"It can't be lowered."

The soldiers of the Qin army behind Ying Chengjiao suddenly exploded, shouting loudly one after another.

Seeing this scene, Hu Hai on the city tower suddenly had a smug smile on his face. His plan succeeded, and sure enough, he still couldn't abandon his family affection. Win Chengjiao only has one fall, so even if the Qin army behind him does not surrender, there is no one to command, and he loses his morale, it is not a big trouble.

"Win Chengjiao, wake up." At this time, the plump concubine of Ying Chengjiao on the city tower spoke again, she seemed to have made up her mind, and then she spoke: "Ying Chengjiao, he is not your son." The old lady brought you a big green hat, you don't care about him, he is not your son, his father is just a little family member. ”

"Hahaha."

"I didn't expect it, Win Chengjiao, your little concubine is still a heroine among women, in order to take care of your reputation, you even made up this kind of story." Hu Hai thought that he had won Chengjiao, and laughed. However, he was only happy for three seconds, and soon, he was shocked when he won Chengjiao.

"I know, I know it."

"But in my heart, he is my son who won Chengjiao, and he called me father, who is my son who won Chengjiao." Ying Chengjiao was already in tears at this time and shouted loudly.

On the top of the city tower, Hu Hai was also angry. At this time, he could not distinguish the truth of what the two said, and he only thought that these two were playing some tricks on him.

Hu Hai's eyes were red, he hung the child outside the city wall, and shouted loudly: "Win Chengjiao, don't play any tricks on me, surrender quickly, otherwise I will throw this kid down." Let him be a companion with his brother, who died young. ”