Pang Xuan did not stop, but stood up and looked directly at King Zhao; "King, now that Qiang Qin is on the side, how can my Zhao Kingdom be safe? In this way, taking advantage of the strength and harm of the Ming Qin in the world, uniting all the countries to weaken Qin, my Zhao State will have a way to succeed. ”

King Zhao smiled, and instead of being angry at Pang Xuan's disrespect, he asked lightly, "How to fight?" ”

"How not to fight, now the Xinping army is still there, General Li, who resisted the Huns, made good use of his soldiers, personally his subordinates, and broke the Huns so that they did not dare to enter for decades. I have so many good generals in the DPRK, uniting all the countries, why can't I fight the Qin State? ”

"How can the Qin State be easily broken?"

"How is Wei Wuji, isn't he still defeated?"

"This is the discord of the nations, and the war strategy is lost."

"Is it possible for the nations to make peace?"

Pang Xuan was speechless.

King Zhao said lightly: "In the Qin State, the Mongolian army is still there, the sharp armor still exists, the soldiers are elite, and the chariots and horses are especially prosperous. Even with the nations, it is difficult to have anyone in the army who can stand up, and the army is different, what is the use of waiting to be broken one by one? ”

"What's more, there are a lot of elites in the Qin State, don't say anything else, just say that it's trapped. Ten thousand people can retreat as an army, so variable, what arrangements do you make? ”

The trapped army, one of the elite soldiers of the Qin State, was already a killing army when it appeared a few years ago, and the bloody road was lost.

Standing on the king's side, no one even knew how many of their soldiers were, and who their generals were.

The three generations of King Qin's army are getting stronger and stronger, and they have reached the number of 10,000 people, so elite can reach the number of an army, I am afraid that it is another Qin Qiang horseman, and the sharp division like Qin Qiang's crossbow may still be excessive.

King Zhao didn't know that the trap, as the guard of the King of Qin, was not subordinate to the army, but was only ordered by the King of Qin. The army is not enough, but it is not dispatched by the generals, and the king of Qin gives orders, and he can even lead the army.

And the army that fell into battle first was only a thousand people, and the statement of ten thousand people was really wrong.

Pang Xuan didn't say much, he sighed lightly, and bowed to King Zhao: "The minister knows, retire." ”

King Zhao waved his hand, and Pang Xuan didn't say anything more and left silently.

At the end of the Warring States Period, Pang Xuan wanted to summon the Five Kingdoms to attack Qin, but King Zhao was powerless, and there was no beginning and no end.

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The wind chimes hanging from the gate rang and the door was pushed open.

The sound of rain outside came in.

It's a quiet tavern, and it's just a quiet tavern to say that it's not easy to find one in the city.

A tavern is not the same as a bar, a tavern is a place to drink.

The lights in this tavern were dim.

Although there was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a few scattered lamps, they didn't look bright, barely illuminating the corner where they were.

The wooden floors and walls, the tables, chairs, and the bar counters are all wooden, and there is a very special smell in the air, but it is not unpleasant.

The small store was cleaned and there were few customers and no waiters.

The only sound that echoed in the tavern was an old gramophone on the bar, and I don't know what age it was.

Let's just say that the taste of this place is a bit old.

The whole tavern is old, even like the beginning of the last century.

It's no wonder that business in this place is not good, this style is not what young people like.

The middle-aged man in the suit loosened the tie at the neckline, closed the door with his hand, and placed his umbrella by the door.

Look at the surrounding environment and listen to the singing voice of the age in your ears.

In his heart, he secretly commented on the first impression that this tavern gave him.

He was quite satisfied, and today he just wanted to drink quietly for a while.

The style and atmosphere of the place are in line with his ideas.

That's it.

Thinking about it, he moved a little tired to the bar.

He wasn't in a good mood today, so he planned to come out for a few drinks.

Don't ask why, man, there are so many days every month.

There is a hanging lamp hanging from the bar, making it look a little brighter than the rest of the place.

The middle-aged man who really walked into this tavern found that there were not only few guests in this place, but only two guests besides him.

One was a scruffy uncle sitting in the left corner, and the other was a young man with glasses sitting in the hall.

Neither of them spoke, but sat silently in their places and drank.

Really, the silence is a bit too much.

The middle-aged man looked around, still found a seat and sat down, and rather tiredly took off his somewhat damp blazer and hung it on the back of the chair.

"Is the boss there, a beer?"

"Ah, here we are."

A lazy and powerless voice came from the background, sounding like it hadn't slept in days.

This kind of hospitality tone is not very good.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled, and he shook his head helplessly.

The curtain was lifted, and a man in a shirt stepped out from behind the bar.

It was a short-haired girl with black broken hair with a neat feel, and a black bow tie on the neckline of a white shirt.

Her skin was fair, but under her sharp sword eyebrows were a pair of lowered black eyes, which looked a little silent and lazy.

The face is very handsome and handsome, and there is a special charm, an indescribable neutral beauty.

A very good-looking heroic girl, except for the temperament that looks a little decadent, there are almost no shortcomings in the beauty.

It's just that this beauty is ruined by a scar on her hand.

The girl yawned, revealing a scar that had been scratched on the back of her left hand, destroying the beauty that should have been flawless, which was regrettable.

The middle-aged man looked at the scar on the girl's hand and was stunned.

half-ringing, only to realize that there was something wrong with her behavior, thinking that the scar was something that she cared about very much, and it was really rude to stare at it like this.

Is this the boss, but surprisingly young.

Well, compared to the old style of this place.

It looks like he is only in his teens and twenties, and his height is only about 1.7 meters, and his figure is just right.

A pair of soulless dead fish eyes that are impressive.

The listless look fell on the middle-aged man.