The great military genius Napoleon said, "Whoever on the battlefield can throw a battalion of reserves at the last moment will emerge victorious." Zhao Yong knew Napoleon, but he didn't necessarily know his famous saying. And Li Zhuo, who did not know hundreds of years before Napoleon, obviously did not know this sentence either. But the truth of war is irrefutable and does not change with time, so he knows very well that if it can suddenly enter the battlefield at the end of the war, it will be able to help Zhao Yong successfully complete this sniping.

After leaving the main army with four hundred men from the mound, he quickly completed a detour and went around to the left flank of the Zhongshan cavalry. Because it is safer than the right flank, it will not be flanked in the hinterland, and it can also defend against the pursuing enemy from the direction of Shiyi.

Therefore, he constantly sent scouts to explore the distance between him and Zhongshan's pursuers, and tried to keep it within a range that would not be discovered by the other party. Soon, the scout reported back the news that Zhao Yong's troops had fallen into the phalanx of the opposing chariot soldiers. Li Zhuo was a little excited at first, because this was Zhao Yong's use of his life to complete the lure of the enemy, but as soon as he thought of Zhao Yong's identity, he couldn't help but want to attack reinforcements, and several times, he suppressed it again.

"Captain, hurry up, if you don't go up again, your lord will be in danger." Beside him, an adjutant general urged. This is the old man of the Li family, and he is somewhat worried about Li Zhuo, lest he be too bold and do something that he regrets.

"Wait, wait." Li Zhuo was also very anxious, his palms were dripping with sweat, and the reins were tightly held in his hands. But he was now hidden behind a hill and must not be exposed. Otherwise, all the work will be lost. "Send another team of scouts to relay the latest news, be sure to be fast."

"Yes." The deputy general gritted his teeth, there was no way, the other party was the main general, and at this time he disobeyed the order, Li Zhuo did not spare any selfish feelings. When he was training in the camp, for those soldiers, he used thunder methods and bodhisattva hearts, which really made these soldiers happy and afraid of him.

"Our troops began to detour behind the pursuers and shoot!"

"The opponent's rooks are starting to start!"

"The first phalanx of chariots has begun to charge towards our army!"

"Our cavalry is out of the range of attack of the place and is ready to go around!"

"It's not good, the enemy's middle and rear armies outflanked the rear of our army from two directions."

When he said this, Li Zhuo's heart obviously missed a beat, and he couldn't help but wave his hand to attack.

"The cavalry is still attacking the gap between the two sides, and the other side's chariots are a little confused!"

"Captain, our cavalry seems to be entangled by the other side!"

Hearing the last sentence, Li Zhuo knew that he couldn't wait any longer, held a horsewhip, and yelled: "Come with me." "Ran out first. The hundred gold warriors who had been waiting behind him for a long time rushed towards the battlefield that they had long been looking forward to.

Pang Nuan didn't know that this was already the first few wounds on his body. He held his bronze sword to his chest, defending against an attack that might come at any moment, and the mount below him was already exhausted, panting and his horse's hooves a little scattered. And his own arm, because of the excessive use of the bow and arrow, has become a little numb, and even has no intuition. He still underestimated the difference between training on the battlefield and in peacetime, and only when fighting for his life can the value of training be reflected.

His eyes were a little confused, and he saw a Zhongshan cavalry rushing in front of him, and hurriedly waved his sword to parry, only to hear the sound of "bell", and the bronze swords collided with each other, making a sound urging people to live and die. His arms are still too immature, and the other party obviously bullied him with little strength, and his eyes were hideous, looking at Xiao Pang Nuan. But Pang Nuan could only passively parry, without the slightest ability to fight back. Seeing that the other party was pressing his bronze sword and was about to cut into his leather armor, Pang Nuan didn't know where the inspiration came from, and the foot on the stirrup was suddenly pulled out and kicked fiercely at the Zhongshan cavalry.

The Zhongshan cavalry was quickly unbalanced by this sudden kick because he did not have a stirrup to trample on, and the force on Pang Nuan's shoulder was withdrawn, and he suddenly relaxed, and swept towards the other party with his sword without thinking. The other party had not yet reacted from the imbalance, and when he saw Pang Nuan's sword, he could not avoid it, only to see the short sword cut into his leather armor, and he already felt that there was a wound in that place.

There was no time to help, he was annoyed and angry, and he was no longer merciful in the face of Pang Nuan, and swung his sword again to stab Pang Nuan's left shoulder. However, before he could be stabbed, he heard a "poof", and a carved feather arrow appeared in his chest, and the force brought by the bow and arrow slammed his body off the horse. At the moment when he died, he saw not far away, a group of Zhao cavalry, rushing towards the Zhongshan army like crazy. They were armed with bows and arrows, and before entering the battlefield, they divided their troops from the middle to the sides, surrounded the people on the field, and the bows and arrows in their hands seemed to have eyes, and carried out a targeted elimination of the Zhongshan soldiers.

The last straw that broke the camel's back, Zhao Yong smiled and looked at Li Zhuo's troops, who were late, but the wound attacked, making his smile look particularly embarrassed.

Facing this bloody scene for the first time, Zhao Yong quickly showed adaptation, and in the melee just now, he personally slashed four Zhongshan people. When the blood spurted out, and some warm blood was sprinkled on his face, Zhao Yong completely said goodbye to his past, and from this moment on, he really became a Warring Statesman.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The panicked scene was a little out of control, and in the face of Li Zhuo's appearance, the Zhongshan people began to flee. Who knows if there will be new reinforcements if they hold on a little longer. Similarly, the encirclement organized by Li Zhuo with cavalry was gradually locked, but he did not dare to enter the core of the battlefield at all, for fear that he would be coerced. However, in the face of the defeat of the remnants of the Zhongshan Kingdom, there seems to be no need to enter. And Li Zhuo rushed into the battlefield, looking for Zhao Yong hard, hoping that his deliberate indulgence would not bring more serious consequences.

Soon, he found his purpose. So he opened his bow left and right, and the enemy troops on the road didn't think about it, so they killed them directly, and rushed to Zhao Yong's side, who had already hung the color.

"Your Majesty, the minister is late."

"No, it's just right, just enough to let these Zhongshan people who are in excitement have a basin of cold water on their heads." Zhao Yong said.

Li Zhuo felt that Zhao Yong was a little weak, and knew that the long-distance attack and protracted battle made Zhao Yong, who had just set foot on the battlefield, a little tired, so he hurriedly pulled Zhao Yong's horse and ran out.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yong grabbed Li Zhuo with his backhand and said word by word: "Don't leave any of them!" Leave none behind! As he spoke, Zhao Yong's eyes darkened and he was unconscious.

"Zhao Yong! Zhao Yong! Wake up, wake up" In the blur, Zhao Yong heard someone shouting his name, and it had been a long time, and no one called him by his name. But this voice, although it came from a teenager, seemed so kind.

He opened his eyes, in the black space, constantly rotating star patterns, he saw a young man who looked exactly like him, standing in front of him, his smile was very warm, wearing the same leather armor as himself, even the bronze sword was the same. It's like seeing your own mirror image through a mirror.

"You are?" Zhao Yong said.

"I am you! I am also Zhao Yong. The boy said with a smile.

"Are you me? So what are we? Zhao Yong was a little puzzled, could it be that his trip to the Warring States was coming to an end? The imposter who occupies the magpie's nest has finally been discovered by the Time and Space Administration? Going to bring yourself back?

To tell the truth, Zhao Yong is used to eating without oil, fruit without watermelon, no favorite tomato scrambled eggs, at most corn cakes, although there is meat sauce, but there are no condiments, which always makes it difficult for him to swallow, no chili peppers, and no rice steamed buns. But there were so many people that he was reluctant to leave this place.

"I'm here to say goodbye." The young man still smiled as warm as jade, "I'm leaving your heart." ”

"You've always lived in my heart?" Zhao Yong was taken aback.

"Of course, I am the fear in your heart, the strangeness and responsibility of this world."

Zhao Yong looked at the young man, surprised and didn't know what to say, "Then why did you leave?" I feel like I still have a fear of the world. ”

"No, you're not the same person you came here again. You are using your own ideas to transform the Zhao Kingdom. Otherwise, now you are afraid that you will stay in the royal city of Zhao State, drunk and dreaming of death, and there will be no lone army this time, which is an excellent proof. ”

"Ha, isn't it a lottery yet?" Zhao Yong laughed self-deprecatingly.

"So what? What general didn't come out of the sea of corpses and blood? If a general can only fight and not charge, he will not be able to reach a tacit understanding with his soldiers and be loved by them. ”

"What you say seems to have some truth." Zhao Yong smiled slightly, "It's just that there is no electrical equipment here, and there is no entertainment at night, which is quite boring." ”

"Wake up and hold the murderous sword, drunk and lie on the knees of the beauty. When a hero is alive, this kind of life is the most memorable. ”

"Alas, you have to say the good and the bad things yourself. What can I say? By the way, let me ask you a question, if you were to be the king, what would you do next? ”

"Hehe, now, the king of Zhao is you. I'm just a speck of dust, and I'm going to disappear soon. ”

"I just want to hear from you. Now, I really don't like the one-day trip to the Warring States period. ”

"Now you are King Zhao, and you are the one who changed history."

"Haha, change history, I hope history doesn't swallow me."

"Goodbye, I'm leaving." The young man paused, "Your Majesty." With that, the boy turned and left. I hope you're better than me. ”

Looking at the shadow of the young man who was gradually disappearing, Zhao Yong smiled faintly, "Hope." ”

Suddenly, he felt as if his head was about to crack, and the pain was incomparable, and occasionally, he heard someone shouting "Junshang" and "Junshang". Zhao Yong felt that the world was about to collapse, his hands seemed to be bound by something, he struggled and resisted. It wasn't until a glimmer of fire illuminated his eyes that he saw Li Zhuo's worried eyes and the stars in the sky, shining with charming brilliance.