The day will break.

I can't remember when the rain stopped, but I remember that when the rain stopped, the sound of fighting had gradually disappeared. How long has it been? Probably killed for a day and a night.

From the night of the first day, to the present.

The whole body was no longer weak, as if he had subconsciously raised the spear in his hand that seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and cut it down at the person rushing in front of him. Blood splattered on his face, and his eyes were a little red. You are cold, but your chest feels like it's burning, and the blood rushing in your chest seems to be the last reminder that you're not dead.

The buzzing in my ears continued until all the sounds had died down and silence had fallen.

There was no more sound.

The clouds in the distance shimmered from behind, obscured by the clouds, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Until a beam of light finally broke through the clouds and shone down, projecting on the wasteland.

The light finally illuminated the land shrouded in darkness.

Shine on those who are still alive.

A soldier bowed his head, half-kneeling on the ground, holding Changge at his side with both hands, hanging his head. His hair was scattered, blood was congealed on his cheeks, and he couldn't see anything clearly, except for the black and white eyes that were still open, staring blankly at the ground.

The clouds broke, and the sunlight gradually rose from the gap in the sky, and beams of light passed through the clouds, and it should have been, dawn had arrived.

It seems that he feels the warmth of the light on his body.

The soldier looked up, and the light on his face made him unable to open his eyes. It was as if he had finally gained a sense and looked around.

What caught my eye was the blood flowing on the ground, gathered together to form a pool of blood.

There was a faint smell in the air, and I don't know if it was the smell of blood or the rotting smell of corpses.

Countless clusters of arrows stuck in the ground, and the broken sword was either lying or standing there, the edge of the blade reflective.

The bodies were piled together, and the severed limbs fell to the ground, perhaps freshly chopped off, still twitching.

The damp soil was stained blood-brown, and the blades of grass were mixed with blood and rainwater dripping from the tips of the low-hanging leaves.

The soldier looked numbly at everything in front of him, without the slightest expression on his face, without the joy of surviving, and without joy or sorrow. just retracted his gaze emptily, and stood up with his Changge in the distance.

I looked up at the sky, not knowing what I was thinking.

The Qin army was victorious, and the victorious Qin army survived, either lying or sitting there, as if they were just a corpse in the middle of the silent crowd.

In a corner of the battlefield, Gu Nan stood there, and his armor could no longer see the original color. Brother Hei stood beside her, gasping for breath, it was also in its twenties, and it was no longer able to run as if it would never get tired.

Gu Nan wanted to pull the spear out of the chest of a dead soldier and pull it gently, but found that his spear seemed to be caught by something.

Slowly turn your head to look.

Her spear pierced the man's chest, and the man's hands grasped the spearhead, and his eyes were wide open, staring at her steadily.

There is something in the eyes, resentment, resentment, pleasure, or fear.

Gu Nan couldn't see it, she just looked at that person quietly.

In the middle of the sound, she put her foot on the man's shoulder, and the spear in her hand twitched, and blood splattered aside.

Leaned down and put her hand over his eyes.

By the time she removed her hand, her eyes were closed, and she stood up.

Looked back blankly.

Behind him, a field of corpses was strewn across the wilderness, spreading out the wasteland.

Qin's banner was stained with blood, spread out in the wind, and was facing the sun.

Gu Nan lowered his head slightly, raised his hand, and the blood-stained spear stood up to the sky, gasping for a breath.

"Daqin!!"

The suppressed roar clearly reached everyone's ears.

Call the blood in the chest.

Rulin's spear was raised.

The roar that intimidated the heavens and the earth spread throughout the wasteland, and one after the other.

"Daqin!!"

Wang Jian sat weakly on the edge of a pile of corpses, grinning his chapped mouth and laughing loudly.

The veteran Heng Qian carried his blood-dripping long sword, stood on top of the car, touched his beard, but the old man's eyes were blazing, and he laughed: "Staying with these young people is really easy to make people's blood boil." ”

He looked down at the sword in his hand, and in that shout, he raised his sword as well.

Daqin, this time, maybe he can really open up a new world.

Then let the old man, with this withered body, give this world another ride, what's the matter?

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In order to relieve the siege of Handan, King Zhao transferred 100,000 troops from Pingyang to aid Handan.

However, there is the Qin Southern Army in the south of Pingyang, and the Qin Northwest Army in the north of Pingyang, but this move is to put the 100,000 troops of Pingyang in it. In order to avoid the Qin army, the Pingyang army generals hurried up their marches, so that the army was exhausted.

The Qin army finally arrived, besieged its army in the north of Zhangshui, and on the second day, 300,000 people broke 100,000 people in the south of Handan.

The number of beheadings is incalculable, 100,000 are scattered, and they are killed. The Qin army lost more than 40,000 troops, and more than 200,000 troops surrounded Handan.

In the same month, Han Fei entered Qin.

Zhao Wangqian stood in the hall and listened to the battle report, his face became more and more ugly.

When he heard that the 100,000 had broken down and died in battle, he finally had no strength to stand anymore.

He took a few steps back and sat down on his couch.

looked at the person kneeling there in front of him blankly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked in disbelief: "100,000 people, all gone?" ”

His voice was soft, because he knew it himself, and naturally it was gone.

His Highness's kneeling man replied softly, "Yes, Your Highness." ”

Zhao Wangqian sat on his couch, without any strength, holding the table in front of him with both hands.

"There are still 100,000 people in Handan, and there are still 100,000 people, and the Qin army is only more than 200,000."

He seemed to be muttering to himself.

After a while, he raised his head and said with red eyes.

"Hold on to me, hold Handan, and wait until the northern aid arrives!"

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In yesterday's update, some readers said that it was inappropriate to eat beef, but in fact, this is the case, according to the biography of Li Mulie. "Shepherd Li, a good general in the north of Zhao. Resident on behalf of Yanmen, prepare for the Huns. With cheap officials, the city rent is imported into Mofu, which is the cost of soldiers. The number of cattle and soldiers in the daily attack, the practice of riding and shooting, the fire, the spies, and the soldiers. ”

Li Mu was stationed in Yanmen County for a long time to guard against the Xiongnu. He had the right to appoint officials as needed, and the taxes of the cities in the defense area were sent to Li Mu's shogunate as funds for the army. He slaughtered a few cows every day to reward the soldiers, taught the soldiers to practice archery and horseback riding, carefully guarded the beacon tower, sent more personnel to reconnoiter the enemy's situation, and treated the soldiers well. (Eh, the translation of Baidu Encyclopedia is directly copied here, and my own translation is inaccurate, sorry.) ）

Hopefully this will explain the issue. Well, send it out first, the next chapter hasn't been written yet, sweat, send it out as soon as possible.