Two years.

In this Warring States, it seems fleeting, like a drop of water in the sea, small and insignificant.

But this drop of water has made this sea ripple.

Unprecedented waves are stirring.

The king of Zhou was worried about Qin's power, and secretly conspired with Yan and Chu to make a covenant again.

Who knows, before this covenant has been responded, the offensive of the Qin State has already arrived.

The state of Zhou has long been nothing more than an empty shell, called a country, with only thirty or forty cities and more than 30,000 people. It is also divided into "Eastern Zhou" and "Western Zhou". Even if he resisted, he couldn't do anything, and Ji Yan was captured into Qin.

After being surrendered, he was named the Duke of Zhou by the King of Qin and released to the Western Zhou Dynasty.

However, what makes people pay attention is that the city of the king of Zhou was rumored to have been destroyed by 300 people. As for how and why it was broken, few people know.

But soon, the world saw the true colors of these three hundred people in another place.

Jiuding was moved to Xianyang.

King Qin stood in the palace and looked at the Jiuding for a whole day, Jiuding has been the royal power since ancient times, and the royal power at this time is already in his hands.

King Qin stretched out his hand and stroked the lines on the Jiuding, just like caressing the mountains and rivers of Great Qin.

Ten more years, another ten years for the widow.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated half of the sky, and the golden-red brilliant light illuminated the rubble and roads of the palace, sprinkled on the Qin Wang Yingji and Jiuding.

The other half of the sky is covered in the night.

King Qin's heart seemed to be saying to himself, and it was like saying something to the underworld.

It seems to be begging, as if begging.

He has another ten years.

Suddenly, his hand grasped Jiuding, trembling.

He coughed a few times, shook weakly for a while, and held Jiuding to stand firmly.

He turned his head to look at the sunset, and his eyes were only red.

Widow, widow...

It's just one step away······

Just one step away!

King Qin opened his eyes angrily, but his body was weak, and he fell to the ground, and the guards on both sides hurriedly stepped forward to support King Qin.

The old man's face was no longer able to show the world's contempt.

Fan Ju resigned as prime minister, but no one knows where he went after that.

Some say he has returned home, others say he is dead.

No one knows what happened to King Qin, people only know that the country of tigers and wolves in Qin is really like a hungry beast this time, and it is attacking everywhere.

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In the fifty-third year of King Zhaoxiang of Qin (254 BC), Qin attacked Wei.

Gongsun martingale raised 50,000 troops to take Wucheng.

Wei had already lost his trust in the world after being defeated in the previous war with Qi and Han, and had no help to ask for.

Gongzi Mao of Wei led an army of 50,000 people to garrison.

This city was originally built by Wu Qi, a famous general of Wei State, and it was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Gongsun Ying used old knowledge as an excuse to lure Gongzi Mao out of the city for a while, in order to ask for a truce.

Gongzi Mao didn't believe that he came to see him with three thousand armors.

Gongsun Ying, who only brought 300 guards with him for the success of the strategy, thought that the strategy had been lost and could not do anything.

Who knew that three hundred guards would be killed with a white robe, breaking three thousand Wei armor and capturing Gongzi Mao alive.

The city gate was opened with the son of the son, and the army entered from the city, with 300 people and thousands of broken troops.

The Wei army was broken, Wei surrendered, and was reduced to a vassal state of Qin, and the king of Han met with Qin in the same year.

Three hundred Qin troops, said to be called the trap camp.

Since then, it has been fighting in all directions, and thousands of people have avoided it, and it is impossible to break it if it is not ten thousand people.

It is also called the mourning army.

Gai is because the generals of this army often wear a mourning robe.

Three hundred people, the army is covered with bronze fangs, when the formation is broken, covered in blood, wounded but not retreated, dead but not falling, like a fierce ghost, frightening.

The trapped generals also have covers, like ghost heads, lifting thousands of catties. I don't know my face, I don't know men and women, I only know his surname Gu, and he is said to be a descendant of Bai Qi.

———— Wei Ji "Wild History"

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The gates of Xianyang City opened, and the army slowly walked into the city.

There was no cheering or singing on either side of the road, only dead silence.

Because they are soldiers who go into battle to kill, not heroes.

The people looked at the blood-stinking soldiers in their armor and just wanted to get out of the way as quickly as possible.

Walking in front of the military formation were hundreds of black-armored troops.

Unlike the tired and godless eyes of other soldiers, they have nothing but dullness and fortitude in their eyes.

The black-armored soldiers who walked in the first few rows each carried a jar in their arms.

Years after years of fighting, they have almost never stopped, already, so that the world knows their trapped army, on the battle array, a battle of will, how many people's courage can be broken.

They have made a name for themselves all over the world, and they have already won a lot of fame.

But in the end, there are people who can't come back.

They can't forget those guys who roared before they died, had the will to fall into battle, and had no life to die.

I can't forget the quiet people who fell in pools of blood.

The guy who used to call himself a fool in training had his neck cut off, and the blood couldn't stop flowing down his throat. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

There is also the guy who has always liked to look at the jade card, with several arrows in his body, leaning on the edge of the corpse pile, wiping his blood-stained hands, only to find out the brand, looking at it again and again, for fear of getting a little stained, he died quite quietly, and died with a smile.

No one cried, but the beacon burned their eyes.

All understand that they are carrying a name that grows heavier and heavier as each one dies. This is called the trap camp and bears the blood of everyone. The living will take the place of the dead, so that the name will continue to reverberate. Call everyone, you can't forget them.

According to the general's will, they burned the dead to ashes, put them in jars and carried them on their backs, and took them home.

For two years, eating, sleeping, and fighting, I never let it go.

Gu Nan sat on Brother Hei's back, with a bad breath all over his body.

Wuge in his waist didn't know how many people he had killed, and a trace of red thread was born in the blade of the sword.

The spear on his back had been broken several times, and had been replaced several times.

looked at the bustling Xianyang City, and then looked at the people on both sides who were looking at them fearfully. His eyes darkened and drooped. Then he lifted it up again, looking high up at the sky.

No one thinks they're heroes, even if they're doing what heroes do.

Just because they are soldiers, they should live for war, live for war, and die for war.

It is for the fifty-fifth year of King Zhao, Qin, to get nearly half of the world.