The wind outside the fortress was mournful, the flags above the field were pulled and hunted, and several soldiers under its command sat around eating dry food with boiled beef in the pot.

Talking and laughing with each other, the campfire burned so hot that the cold wind outside the plug was dissipated, the hot beef was put into the mouth and drank a mouthful of broth and took a bite of dry food, and the soldiers' faces were burned red.

Talking and laughing loudly, laughing and scolding the group of Huns who were about to collapse at the touch of a button just now.

A man who looked like a general sat among the soldiers, dressed in a general's robe, with half-white hair, looking like he was over half a hundred years old, looking at the soldiers laughing, holding a bowl of meat in his hand, shaking his head with a smile, drinking the broth in one gulp, standing up, and rolling up the cloak behind him.

"Pack up on the hour and go back to customs!"

"Yes!" The soldier's voice reverberated in a high-pitched voice over the field.

It was such an army that made the Xiongnu dare not approach the border of Zhao for several years, and fled when they heard the wind.

The northern army of Zhao State retreated from the Xiongnu in the northern territory for several years, and the northern frontier was sharp from outside the frontier.

"Whew."

With a dull sound, the city gate opened little by little, and more than a thousand horsemen walked in from outside the city gate. The horse under him is a sacred steed, with a bow and arrow cluster on his back, and a riding spear in his hand at his side.

The armor on his body is not heavy, and even a little light, but it protects the most vulnerable parts of the body, and the most important thing is not to affect the movement. It can be seen that thousands of people are extraordinary in equestrianism, and even if the army walks a little crowded, they still control the horses steadily and in an orderly manner.

After a thousand horses, there were dozens of cars, and the soldiers on the frames were leaning against the railings and seemed to be gossiping.

Walking in the last thousands of steps, carrying the Changge in his hand and the bow and crossbow on his back, he walked behind the chariot, holding some furs and armor in his hands as if they were their trophies.

In the border passes, the soldiers who welcomed them into the city looked at those who returned from the city with some envy, the Huns have been seen less and less over the years, and it is not as easy as before to kill and injure a few more military exploits.

On the city gate and above, the male pass called Yanmen stands on the plain of the frontier, silent, but it can make the tiger and wolf outside the territory dare not offend.

The general walked back to the barracks of the barracks, but saw a soldier really standing there waiting, looking at the clothes that were not their northern soldiers, and the northern soldiers passing by also cast puzzled glances from time to time.

The general's brows furrowed and he stepped forward.

When the soldiers saw the general coming, they greeted him and saluted, "Meet General Li Mu." ”

The name of this northern general is called Li Mu.

If Gu Nan heard this name here, she might be familiar with it.

"Well, no need to be polite." Li Mu raised his hand: "I don't know? ”

"In the next, move the king's department."

"The King?" Li Mu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were sideways, and there was no one nearby, so he looked at him again and said to the person who came seriously.

"Since it is the king's department, it will be neglected."

If it is really Wang Xun, it will naturally not be a trivial matter.

Although Mu Li lived in the north, he already had some understanding of the situation in the border of Zaizhao.

What's more, Qin Yan was fighting against Zhao Qian at the same time, such a big thing, it is difficult for people in the world not to know about it.

King Zhao sent people here, what arrangements would be made, Li Mu already had a little understanding in his heart.

I'm afraid it's a matter of the survival of the Zhao State.

"The general's words are serious, and when he came this time, he just sent the king's handwritten letter, and he didn't stop, and he didn't say anything slack." The person who came took out a roll of animal skins from his arms and handed it to Li Mu's hands.

Li Mu took the animal skin, spread it in his hand, and quickly read the book on it.

Frowning.

Has the Qin army already pressed the border?

A few points faster than expected, Li Mu's face was a little dignified, and he slowly rolled up the animal skin in his hand.

The person who came took out a token and sent it to Li Mu's hand.

"The king wants General Li to go south as soon as possible to relieve the siege of Handan."

"The last general." Li Mu's hand paused for a while, and finally took the token.

The token in his hand was cold, and Li Mu held it in his hand and held it hard.

I am afraid that they will be the last battle force of Zhao State.

"Command."

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The clouds were dark in the night, and the wind blew in through the window, causing the oil lamp on the table to flicker, and the light of the fire flickered incessantly, and the room flickered brightly and darkly.

There was a man sitting in front of the oil lamp, and the light of the fire reflected on her cheeks, illuminating the nail on the man's face, and the ferocity on the nail face was even more fierce in the firelight.

Seeming to be a little tired, the man let out a sigh of relief, gently untied the nail surface from his face, and took it off and placed it on the table.

A trance-like face was revealed in the firelight.

Gu Nan looked at the finger-thick bamboo tube in his hand, opened it, and dropped a bamboo strip from it.

He took out the bamboo stick, read it, broke it and put it into the oil lamp in front of him.

The bamboo strips fell into the wick of the lamp, and gradually blackened with the firelight.

King Qin's military order, the three armies were united, and the attack was on Handan.

The Qin army of Yanhe, Hanyang, and Anyang began to march at the same time, and 300,000 people began to gather in one place. The three-way combined army, the commander was handed over to the general Heng Qian, and the heavy army led by the general Heng Qian crossed the Zhangshui from the south to attack Handan, and Gu Nan and Wang Jian attacked from the west and northwest.

Handan had only 100,000 troops.

Zhao Wangqian stood at the head of the city of Handan, looking uncertainly at the Zhangshui and the city wall in front of the city of Handan.

The Qin State is encircled, and if Handan is broken, there is no way back.

If this battle is lost, Zhao Guo will really be burned.

"Li Mu, how long will General Li come to help?"

Zhao Wangqian's hand behind his back was clenched, trembling slightly, and asked the person beside him.

"Your Majesty, General Li came to help from the north, and in a short period of time, his army will be difficult to arrive."

"What about Qin Jun?"

"Three-way Qin Army, Qin Army, I don't know."

King Zhao's body seemed to shake for a moment, his face turned pale, and his hands were barely stable on top of the city.

Looking at the outside of the city in front of him, he didn't know what he was thinking, but soon he seemed to think of something, as if he had grasped some life-saving straw, and asked the people around him: "Pingyang!" How many troops are there in Binh Duong? ”

"The King." The person standing next to him looked embarrassed: "Now that the Qin army is surrounded, if you let Hu Yu lead the army of Pingyang to help, I am afraid that I will be ambushed by the Qin army." ”

"If Pingyang is broken again, it will be difficult to have military defense on the bank of Zhangshui..."

King Zhao turned his bones, looked at the man gritting his teeth, and asked word by word: "This king is asking you, Pingyang, and how many troops do you want." ”

"Ten, one hundred thousand."

King Zhao turned his head with a gloomy face: "Let Hu Yu lead an army of 100,000 to help." ”

"Yes..."

The Zhao flag above Handan City rolled, and the wind did not stop, as if it was about to tear the flag off.