The road is narrow.

Commander Sima Shang ascended the camp first, occupied the geographical advantage, and blocked the road with rocks and trees.

"While the Yan army is still not chasing, let's take a good rest first."

Looking at the exhausted crowd, Sima Shang commanded.

For more than half a month, the defenders of Guyi had already exhausted their own energy, and it was very difficult to hold the city.

During the retreat, due to the non-stop pursuit of the Yan army, the Zhao army did not rest and was exhausted for a long time.

The combat effectiveness of such a team is worrying.

"Whew!"

When the little fat man Qi Xuan heard the order, he immediately lay on the ground on his back, without the slightest image of the nobleman in the past.

"I'm tired!"

Qi Xuan muttered, his once round face had also lost a little weight at this time.

"Xiao Xuan, why do you insist on coming to the Queen?"

Ren Yong, a lame old man, sat beside Qi Xuan and gently stroked the spear in his hand.

Qi Xuan tilted his head and asked rhetorically, "Uncle Yong, why did you stay?" ”

It stands to reason that Ren Yong is just a Qiantou, but Qi Xuan is a noble child, and the two are too far apart in identity to be called uncle and nephew.

However, they met at a recruiting point and were placed in the same team.

Qi Xuan, a former gentleman, had no experience for the first time on the battlefield and narrowly escaped several times.

If it weren't for Ren Yong's repeated sacrifices to save him, I'm afraid Qi Xuan would have been killed by Yan Jun a long time ago.

The friendship on the battlefield was better than the worldly status of the two, so Qi Xuan directly called the old man Uncle Yong.

The old man stroked the spear's right hand and stopped in mid-air.

After a while, he said slowly: "I am the only one left in the family, what is the difference between being alive and dead?" ”

"Besides, I'm old, even if I don't die in this battle, I'm afraid I won't live long."

"Instead of lingering, it's better to kill a few more Yan soldiers and let you young people live as much as possible."

The old man's voice was very soft and flat, not as impassioned as Zhao Jia, nor as inspiring as Zhao Jia.

But listening to the ears of the little fat man Qi Xuan, he felt that his nose was a little sour.

The old man Rong Ma had a lifetime, and when he was in power as King Zhao, he was repeatedly conscripted into the army to fight in the south and the north.

Later, he was rewarded for his merits, married a wife, gave birth to two sons, and should have lived a happy and happy life.

It's a pity.

In the Battle of Changping, the old man's two sons enlisted in the army, the eldest son died on the battlefield, and the younger son was killed in a pit after being captured.

The death of his two sons made the old man almost collapse.

Fortunately, the strong hatred supported the old man to persevere, and he has survived to the present.

Later, the Qin army besieged Handan, and the old man, his wife and two daughters-in-law all ascended the city to defend against the enemy.

As a result, the old man's wife was killed by random arrows, and the old man's eldest daughter-in-law was injured and died of infection because of untimely treatment.

Even the old man himself was shot in the thigh by an arrow, leaving him with a disability.

Later, the old man's daughter-in-law remarried, and only the old man was left in the family, guarding the yard alone.

This veteran who has survived a hundred battles has been afraid of darkness and loneliness for several years.

Therefore, this time the Yan army attacked Zhao, although the old man could be exempted from military service, he still did not hesitate to take the initiative to ask for battle.

Perhaps in the old man's opinion, even if he died on the battlefield, it was better than being alone and guarding an empty house.

"Uncle Yong, we all have to survive this battle."

"We not only have to survive, but we also have to drive all the thieves of the Yan Kingdom out of the Zhao Kingdom."

"After that, you don't have to go back to that empty house, and you will come home with me, free from loneliness."

"After this battle, I will marry a wife and have children, and Uncle Yong will help me take care of the children when the time comes."

Qi Xuan got up, grabbed the old man's arm, and said solemnly.

He was born in a noble family, and he used to be a gentleman, so he was naturally very afraid of death.

The reason why he insisted on staying after breaking the queen this time was also because of the old man, he didn't want the old man to die on the battlefield.

When the old man heard this, his bloodshot eyes suddenly showed an astonishing brilliance.

Who really wants to die?

The old man was just tired of loneliness and wanted to drag the remnants to contribute to Zhao Guo, so he enlisted in the army with the heart of death.

If he can really get rid of loneliness in the future, and can really hold the child to play in the courtyard, he is willing to live forever.

"Well, that's it."

"After the war is over, you take a few more concubines and give birth to a lot of children, and I will help you bring them."

Qi Xuan grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and then nodded heavily.

"Actually, I think Uncle Yong's body is also very healthy, and when the time comes, I will also give you a concubine, maybe you can give birth to a big fat boy."

Listening to Qi Xuan's ridiculous words, the old man suddenly slapped him and slapped the other party's head, and then scolded with a smile: "I'm this age, how can I give birth to a son." ”

Qi Xuan leaned his face over and said shyly: "Even if you can't give birth to a son, when it's cold in winter, you can help Uncle Yong warm the bed." ”

When Ren Yong heard this, he showed a heartbeat.

Nowadays, there are more women and fewer men in Zhao State, and the government also encourages men to take more concubines and have more children.

Don't look at Ren Yong is fifty-two years old, if he really wants to marry another concubine, maybe he really hopes to have a son.

"Stomp, stomp!"

Just as the old man was longing, the earth began to shake gently, and the sound of horses' hooves could be heard faintly from a distance.

"Yan Jun is here."

"Prepare for war, prepare for war!"

Sima Shang suddenly got up from the ground, brandished the spear in his hand, and shouted at the soldiers.

Hearing Sima Shang's shout, the old man and Qi Xuan didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and climbed up one after another.

"The pikemen hold the front, and the archers fire freely."

"The rest of the men and horses, climb the mountains on both sides, and prepare to fight to the death!"

Zhao's army fled from the official roads, most of which were very wide and the terrain along the way was quite flat.

This kind of terrain is not easy to stop the pursuers.

Sima Shang also chose again and again to find such a position, which could effectively restrain the Yan army's iron cavalry.

The road in the middle of this place is not very wide, and after the accumulation of rocks and wood, the road is even more cut off, so that the Yan army iron cavalry can not charge at will.

It's just that the hills on both sides that resemble dirt bags have no way to completely block the Yan army's attack.

It can be expected that a fierce battle is about to begin.

"Kill!"

The war broke out very quickly, and General Yan also expected that the Gu Yi rout led by Zhao Jia had arrived on the banks of the Hutuo River.

As long as the Yan army chases after him at this time, let the iron cavalry rampage, and he will definitely be able to break the Zhao army.

As for Zhao Jia's possibility of sending someone to break off, it was already expected by General Yan.

General Yan knew the importance of the matter, so even though he knew that fighting on this terrain would be very unfavorable to the cavalry, he still did not hesitate to order an attack.

Of course, at this time, the Yan army's iron cavalry all abandoned their horses and used them as foot soldiers.

Rao is like this, these young and strong Yan State soldiers are still extremely strong opponents for Zhao Guo soldiers, who are mostly old and weak, and have long been exhausted.

The war broke out quickly and violently, and as soon as the two sides came into contact, they were already full of flesh and blood.

"Puff puff!"

Ren Yong and Qi Xuan stood side by side, standing behind the rocks and wood, and when they saw Yan Jun rushing over the obstacles, they stabbed out the spear in their hands without hesitation.

Compared with the youth and timidity that just started, today's little fat man Qi Xuan is precise and ruthless.

He was accustomed to life and death, and knew that if he wanted to survive on the battlefield, he had to kill the enemy as best he could.

Any hesitation and cowardice on the battlefield will harm others and oneself.

The spear sank into the flesh, and blood splattered.

"Ahhh

I have to say.

Even if these Yan State iron horsemen abandon their horses to fight, they are still extremely fierce, far beyond the ability of ordinary soldiers.

Even though the spear in Qi Xuan's hand had already pierced into the other party's body, the Yan State soldier still did not flinch, but instead waved the spear in his hand and stabbed towards Qi Xuan's head.

Seeing this, Qi Xuan hurriedly abandoned the spear, and then hurriedly dodged the opponent's spear sideways, picked up a stone and threw it at the opponent's head.

"Boom!"

The head was hit by a stone, and the Yan State soldier suddenly felt a little dizzy in his head, and his body was pierced by the spear, and the hand holding the spear trembled a little.

Qi Xuan snatched the spear from the opponent's hand with his backhand, and before he could turn the spearhead to fight, he saw another Yan State soldier, brandishing a spear and stabbing at him.

"Poof!"

At the last moment, the spear in the old man's hand was like a dragon going out to sea, directly piercing the man's throat.

"Poof!"

The spear was drawn, and blood splattered out, staining both men's clothes red.

"When killing the enemy, try to stab the opponent as much as possible, so as not to suffer a counterattack!"

The old man's eyes were like eagle falcons, extremely sharp, and when he was fighting, he still didn't forget to teach Qi Xuan,

Qi Xuan did not answer, but quickly turned the spearhead and continued to fight.

The battle was fierce.

This elite of Yan Kingdom, even if they are not riding horses at this time, is still fierce and abnormal.

The Zhao army began to rely on the terrain and could still block the attack of the Yan army, but with the Yan army's fierce killing, the Zhao army gradually began to fall into disadvantage.

"Ahh

Not far from Qi Xuan's side, a certain old soldier in his sixties had his body pierced and roared in pain.

Although the old pawn was old, he was a soldier of a hundred battles, and when he knew that he would die, he simply ignored the spear that the opponent had inserted in his body, and struggled to hold the enemy.

"Kill!"

Seeing that the familiar old man was about to die, Qi Xuan felt the blood surging in his heart, and he stabbed the Yan Jun who was hugged to death with a spear.

"Chirp!"

But at this moment, arrows roared from afar, pouring down from the enemy.

Qi Xuan's soul was in a hurry, and it was too late to dodge.

"Be careful!"

Ren Yong hurriedly threw away his opponent and frantically rushed towards Qi Xuan, protecting him with his body.

"Puff puff!"

The arrows poured down, and the old man was hit by several arrows, and blood flowed out, soaking Qi Xuan's clothes.

Qi Xuan looked up desperately, looking at the painful look on the old man's face, the tears couldn't be held back any longer, and they flowed down.

"Live!"

Although the old man was angry, he still encouraged Qi Xuan to live, and then his body completely lost his vitality.

"Ahhh

"Ahhh

Qi Xuan yelled, a heart-rending scream, but he couldn't change the fact that the old man was shot to death.

This is the old pawn of Zhao Guo.

Although they are old, they are willing to use their bodies to block arrows for young people and fight for their survival.