The old smoking gun took out a spear with a green head from under the stone steps where he often sits, and shouted in a hoarse old voice in front of the horizontal gun: "Wei." ”

"Roar~", a deep roar in unison echoed the old man.

"Shield, guard," the old man shouted.

"Roar~" Twenty golden giant shields rested sideways in front of the formation.

"Gun, guard," the old man continued to roar.

"Roar~" Twenty silver spears stood out from the shield array.

"Bow, Guard".

"Roar~" Thirty strong bows are behind the shield and open the bow and prepare the arrow.

"Knife, protect".

"Roar~" Thirty tiger-backed sabers protect everyone behind the shield.

The old cigarette stick stood alone in front of the formation, holding the gun in the back with his right hand, leaning forward, stepping on the ground with his left foot and his right leg drawing a circle and kicking the ground backwards, his left palm suddenly clenched into a fist, and the old cigarette stick rose without wind for two feet around his body, and his snow-white hair rose with the wind, and a circle of pale golden light flowed around his body.

The galloping hundred purple-robed war horses accelerated forward, and the iron hooves were arrayed, and hundreds of soldiers followed.

Nearly 100 steps, the old smoking gun pierced the night sky like a meteor, there seemed to be colorful ripples behind him, a spear mopped the ground, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Between breaths, the shield returned to the arrow, a burst of lightning and thunder that seemed to tear the sky, and the silver-armored cavalry who was about to crash into the old smoke pole in front of the cavalry team on the flying horse sounded "poof~" at the same time, thirty cavalry flew upside down and fell off the horse.

Immediately after the old cigarette sticks that collided with the cavalry, the guns rose and fell, and the emerald green spears were like dragons swimming out of the abyss, accompanied by the dragon's thunder and lightning constantly tearing everything they touched.

The gun is like a dragon, and one shot can break through thousands of mountains.

Dozens of horsemen who broke through the old cigarette stick collided with the giant shield after passing by it for three breaths, and for a while the dust flew and blood splashed, and the war riders who were forced to come by the giant shield were stabbed out with a spear, and died without hesitation.

Before the horses that swept by the shield were cut in half by their swords.

The war horses that completely disappeared in an instant were only the mourning war horses at this moment, and the old smoking spear was already trapped in the enemy formation, and a burly shield-holding golden armor roared in his thick and loud voice: "Golden armor guard, trapped."

"Trapped, trapped, trapped", the huge response battle intent was monstrous, and a torrent of golden armor was like a life-devouring machine that kept reaping the lives of the reapers. And the old cigarette stick that hit the formation with a shot is not afraid of life and death, and the will to be trapped, there is no life or death.

Nearly 500 soldiers quickly gathered on the field where the enemy army had been gathered, and the battlefield in front of the village was extremely fierce.

Not far away, the golden purple flag waved in the mountains, just in front of the battlefield. In front of the quiet and secret white silver armor, there was a young man in a purple robe playing with a jade pendant engraved with the word "Tian", with a golden hairpin and flying sideburns, and a gold-edged purple robe with extraordinary extravagance.

Standing beside the purple-robed silver-armored giant man with a double axe in his hand was staring intently at the emerald spear in the battlefield. There is also a middle-aged man in a scribe plain clothes holding a feather fan, and from time to time he issues orders in the ear of the scout holding the purple flag with gold edges.

The scouts would then wave their flags and give orders, and the steady stream of soldiers under the mountain also moved and lined up in an orderly manner under the orders.

The purple robe was a little disappointed and said with a tone of jealousy and envy: "The combat power of the golden armor and red robe is really like a divine soldier coming into the world, if you don't see it with your own eyes, you always think it is a pretext after the defeat, but now I see it is indeed true." ”

Scribe: "Of course, the inheritance of King Wen's army has never been broken, but the number is getting smaller and smaller, this is the last golden armor and red robe in the world, it's a pity, it's a pity~"

Purple robe: "If I have such a personal guard, I will definitely return to my destiny, it is indeed a pity." ”

Scribe: "The silver armor and purple robe behind Gongzi is also rare in the world, and the hundred horses are gone, and the loss is not small." ”

Purple robe: "After spending so much money and energy, you have such combat power, don't do it!" ”

The scribe looked at the burly general and said, "The general is sure to win against the old man." ”

The burly silver armor shook his axe and said, "Not for the time being, just wait." ”

After hearing this, the purple robe laughed awkwardly and laughed at himself: "It's really eyeless." ”

Scribe: "Open your eyes, there is no one else since this battle." ”

The purple robe nodded and continued to look at the battlefield where the first wave of their own soldiers was about to die, nodded and said no more.

Finally, the first batch of purple-robed soldiers who charged were all killed, and none of the gold-armored and red-robed sides were damaged.

The purple flag of Phnom Penh in the mountains is shaking.

The five hundred purple-clothed soldiers who had been assembled stepped forward.

The outside of the village was like a purgatory on earth, and the golden-armored and red-robed people who had just gained a chance to breathe saw the new five hundred soldiers rushing across the corpses, and they all clenched their weapons in their hands......

Night falls.

The stars shine.

The mountain village at the foot of Mengshan Mountain was blazing with blazing fires, and the fire was bright, and the dark sky seemed to be set on fire.

Men and women were piled up on a hill of corpses at the entrance of the village, and several soldiers were buying dry firewood. There seemed to be a few familiar ones on the top layer of the corpse pile.

The woman wearing the emerald flower lining seems to be the daughter-in-law of the Wang family, a stout man with a blind face covered in blood like the eldest brother of the Li family, the usually stupid but powerful Erniu, and the best Wu family boss who shoots with a slingshot.

Rumble~

A fire ignited the pile of corpses.

Not far away, on the ground were neatly placed in tattered golden armor, cracks and dents from the metal blows, as well as cracks cut open by axes, and silver arrows embedded in the places were red.

"Childe, there are hundreds of golden armors, and the corpses have all been painted, but the white-haired old man who had one of his arms cut off by the general disappeared to order the search of the mountain. But there was not a single corpse of a young child, and the youngest corpse looked to be fifteen. In such a small village, let alone five or six children, it is desirable. I just searched the village and didn't find it. The scribe with the appearance of a tall man said slowly.

The delicate fingers that have been playing with the jade pendant

Suddenly he stopped for two breaths, then resumed his original movements, drawing circles with his thumb from left to right, rubbing carefully. The owner of the hand looked at the burning corpse pile in front of him, took a deep breath, and said: "Within a radius of ten miles, there are no living creatures left, all who move are killed, and all those who do not move are burned." ”

After the scribe instructed the soldiers around him, he continued: "Just now watching the sky at night, there is an emperor star in the west that is dim and has a tendency to fall, and the general star that has been guarding has disappeared, but there is an incomparably shining general star in the east sky, which seems to be on the rise. Weird~weird~"

The young man in the purple robe asked curiously: "The star disappeared from the west, isn't it the veteran Lian Po?" That Emperor Xing, but his surname is Zhao. ”

The scribe continued: "According to the war report, the king of Wei did not dare to send troops to rescue him, and a full 500,000 soldiers in Changping were wiped out, and the whole country, including Handan, still had 100,000 remnants. In the face of hundreds of thousands of black-armored tigers, there is almost no possibility. ”

The young man nodded and agreed, the general trend is also reasonable. I thought that after settling these hundreds of years of grievances, it was time to return to the capital to resume my life. If Hei Qin swallows Zhao, the Great Qi Kingdom will have to face the tiger and wolf. None of his weak dad and a few cowardly brothers were useful.

Stretching out his hand and rubbing his nose, the young man sniffed the jade pendant that was getting brighter and brighter in his hand, turned to get on the horse, and pinned a giant man with a double axe full of red blood stains on his back led the horse rope and slowly walked towards the darkness.

The scribe also mounted his horse and walked, looking up at the night sky and starry, thoughtful.

When the group walked to the corner of the mountain pass and could see the village, the young man immediately glanced at the burning village with his right eye, and the tall and stout ancient ginkgo in the middle of the village, which was only half burned, and said to himself: "It should be five hundred years, it's a pity, I'm afraid I won't survive." ”

...........

Zhao Guo.

Handan City.

Flags fluttered on the dilapidated walls of Handan City, and groups of soldiers dressed in red and green robes were refreshed and magnificent.

The black and heavy haze that shrouded the entire Handan City earlier swept away with the autumn breeze, and the warm sunlight gently caressed the wounds of Handan City.

The city is full of joy, and although all the houses near the city walls have been destroyed, the scene of rebuilding homes in full swing is also a pleasant sight. The streets and alleys are full of people, adults are cleaning up the mess, and children are chasing and playing in the alleys. The neighbors chatted and gossiped, praising the king's wisdom and decisiveness, and also singing about the god of war, Lian Po, who used his troops like a god.

In the palace of King Zhao in the center of the city, singing and dancing, the Miaoman woman wearing tulle beats the drum and dances, the long sleeves fly, and the fragrance is fragrant. A jar of royal wine hidden deep underground for a hundred years has untied the mud seal, and the whole palace is full of wine, sweet and pure. King Zhao blushed his neck and raised the golden jue full of mellow wine and shouted: "Long live Brother Wei Chu." "Drink it all.

The general of Wei Chu's reinforcements immediately raised the wine bowl and sang: "Long live King Zhao, and the country will last forever." ”

After drinking a few times, King Zhao staggered to the top with a shaky hand and poured the wine bowl on the table with some cloudy old wine.

The white-haired veteran behind the case staggered up and supported King Zhao, who was a little unsteady on his feet.

King Zhao looked at Lian Po, who was already old, and gestured to raise the wine bowl, and held the wine jar with his hand, breaking free from the support of the white-haired veteran, and facing each other in pairs.

With tears in his eyes, King Zhao threw it to the wine jar with half a jar of century-old wine, bent down, and roared: "The backbone of the country, bow to the country, personally guard the country for a whole year, block 500,000 tigers and wolves Hei Qin outside the city, and not let a single soldier climb the city wall, there is an old general, that is, Zhao Guo. Come, old general, full drink. ”

The white-haired veteran with a trembling body bowed down to help King Zhao, and then picked up the wine bowl from the case, looked at King Zhao with cloudy eyes, and drank it all.

"Your Majesty, old general, drink full."

In the luxurious palace that had long been quiet, the civil and military generals who had already raised their wine bowls together drank it all.

Then the palace attendant gave King Zhao and Lian Po a full wine and retreated aside.

King Zhao raised Jin Jue and said loudly to the ministers: "Ladies and gentlemen, the general has guarded the Zhao State for decades, and only then has the prosperity of the Zhao State. Now that the black Qin Wu'an Jun Bai Qi has been given to death, the king of Qin Zhaoxiang, his life is not long, he has been given by the general, the revenge of Changping has been avenged, and the Zhao State will not be afraid of Qin in the future, and the 400,000 Zhao soldiers can return to the blue sky. Come, salute the 400,000 soldiers of Zhao State, and drink it full. ”

King Zhao, who was in tears, held Jin Jue with his head held high and drank it all.

"Salute the 400,000 soldiers of the Zhao State, and drink it full."

The ministers of the palace roared hoarsely and drank it all.

The white-haired veteran, who was already a little physically exhausted and full of tears, couldn't support it, King Zhao saw it in his eyes, and ordered the palace attendants to help Lian Po sit down.

King Zhao once again raised the golden jue in the hand of the palace attendant, walked to the palace gate and overlooked the entire Handan City, and hundreds of people behind him raised their glasses for a long time.

King Zhao, who was extremely grief-stricken, raised the golden jue to the dilapidated Handan City in front of him and said: "Handan City has been trapped for a whole year without breaking, not only with the general in command, but also with the last remaining 100,000 remnants, as well as millions of Li people struggling to support it. Come, Jing Zhan died on the city wall, the soldiers of Zhao who did not retreat from the fight and the people of Li who sacrificed their lives and forgot to die, full of drink. ”

King Zhao, whose red eyes and body trembled violently, raised his lord to the sky and drank it all.

"Respect the soldiers of Zhao who will not retreat from the battle and the people of Li who will forget their lives and death, and drink to the full."

Nearly 100 ministers roared and raised their wine bowls and drank them all.

Like a giant thunder, impassioned, the majestic and tragic toast resounded throughout Handan, and the words were like thunder, and the sound was endless.

In an alley, a lame old man lifted a clay bowl with broken horns filled with water or wine, stood up and leaned against the broken door frame to raise a glass to the palace of King Zhao.

There are words in his mouth: "Respect my three sons who will not retreat, and drink with all their heart." ”

Rundown small

In the courtyard, a man who couldn't wash it clean, full of dark red blood clots, tattered clothes, wine glasses from nowhere, filled with yellow soup, raised a glass to the palace of Zhao.

Sobbed and choked, he said: "Respect the father of the child who will not retreat to the death, drink it full." ”

In a mansion, two children in their early teens knelt in front of the mourning hall, each holding a small wine glass, and after the mother had filled the wine with tears, they raised the wine glass towards the palace.

The still immature voice cried out bloody: "Respect the father who will not retreat to the death, drink it full." ”

For a time, the entire Handan City was full of emotion, sonorous words, and monstrous fighting spirit.

..............

In a luxurious mansion in Handan City, the lights were dim, the figures were heavy, and the hurried footsteps rubbed against the floor to make a slight clattering sound.

In the master bedroom, there are people constantly coming in and out, and they are constantly holding hot water and brocade cloth in their hands.

There was a maid by the bedside who was anxiously busy, and a steady woman sweating profusely kept changing various brocade cloth items from the hands of the new maid.

There was a handsome woman lying on the bed, sweating profusely at this time, and beads of sweat the size of beans soaked the gorgeous brocade quilt. The face of the fiasco was full of pain. With both hands, he grabbed the brocade quilt as hard as he wanted to tear it. A low growl came from his throat.

After sprinting again and again, failing again and again, and sprinting again and again, finally, a crisp baby cry broke the tense and somewhat terrifying atmosphere.

In a dark room, two black figures sat opposite each other on either side of a wooden table, on which a wisp of green smoke rose from a delicate small ding. The two of them, who were originally silent and had an extremely depressing atmosphere, after the loud baby cry, an old voice whispered in front of the screen in another room: "It's a son." Only then did they both exhale.

One of the dark figures stood up and waved at the heavily armed samurai outside the room. The leading samurai left quietly with the people.

In the palace of King Zhao not far from the mansion where there was a baby crying just now, King Zhao was making an impassioned toast. The entire city of Handan is thunderous and thunderous, and the mountains are roaring with a tsunami.

In the sky, a faint starlight bright spot is quietly rising.

At the foot of the mountain.

The village was devastated and nothing but the darkness of the fire.

In the middle of the village, the lush thousand-year-old ginkgo tree was left with only a charred and blackened broken trunk, and it was completely lifeless.

Seven days have passed, and the village is still dead. The last of the elite scouts in charge of guarding also dragged their exhausted bodies out of the corners around the village. After a brief trimming, then slowly leave.

In the past seven days, there have been sneaking scouts to withdraw in batches, not to mention human figures, not even a single mouse can be seen, a fire completely destroyed the place, no one escaped, and no one survived.

After another three days, an autumn rain crackled down, and an uninvited guest came to the dead village.

Dressed in a black suit, tall and straight, wearing a straw hat, black hair tied up, and holding a sword in one hand.

I don't know if it's to protect myself from the rain or habit, the brim of the hat is very low, covering most of my face, and I can only see a pinch of white whiskers on my chin.

The man in black walked silently around the dilapidated village, his black cloth boots soaked by the rain, and his trouser legs soaked by the rain. Walking on a potholed mud road creaks.

Eventually, they stopped in front of the charred ginkgo tree, its tall trunk blackened and its skin cracked like charcoal.

The man in black lifted the brim of his hat and looked at the bare branches, as if thinking about something, and there was rain falling from the sky, falling on a somewhat old face, and drops of rain slid down his cheeks to form a water mark.

Maybe it's enough to see, maybe it's the rain that's a little cold, the man in black walked to the well not far away, and jumped down without hesitation, but there was no sound of falling water, as if nothing had happened, quietly.

All that remains is the crackling of rain hitting the stone slabs, the tinkling of falling into the water.

Soft footsteps sounded in the distance in a dark corridor. There was a door at the end of the corridor, and there was a fist-sized window on the door, and a faint light was shining from the window.

Inside the door was a bedroom-sized room, with a similar door on the other side, a half-height stone bed covered with worn bedding. There were seven thinly dressed children huddled together wrapped in quilts, revealing only their heads of various sizes.

There is an empty square stone table in the room, surrounded by six stone benches.

In the other two corners of the room, there were a dozen or so damp wooden barrels in one corner, which were filled with a foul smell.

There are three large tanks in the other corner, one tank seems to have clean water, and the other two tanks are empty.

An old man with gray hair and a gray robe held a sword in one hand, while the other had a severed arm, and the tattered clothes on his shoulders were soaked in dark red blood.

The white-haired old man looked through the window on the door into the dark corridor, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a figure wearing a hat and covered in black gradually became clear.

The man in black stood outside the door, looking through the window at his cloudy old eyes staring at him inside the door.

After a long time, the white-haired old man in the door dropped his sword and opened the latch with his trembling right hand. The moment he opened the door, the white-haired old man's eyes were black and he completely fainted and fell to the ground.