When the laughter fell, Wang Feifei looked at Xiang Tian and said, "Prince Chu, I don't know what the situation in the Central Plains is, can you tell this general a thing or two."

The remnants of the Qin army were trapped in twelve cities, and in the face of the aggressive Hun cavalry, they were naturally powerless to care about the changes in the situation in the Central Plains.

For a long time, there has been no news from the Central Plains, and it can be said that in a certain sense, the remnants of this Qin army are essentially isolated from the Central Plains.

……

Chu Prince Xiang Tian smiled slightly, turned his head to look at Shang Luo, nodded, and said: "Let Shang Luo explain this point for the general, I believe that the general can believe the words of Shang Jun's descendants even more."

"Thank you!"

Wang Feifei cherishes words like gold, he is noncommittal to the words of Xiang Tian, the prince of Chu, although they are all Chu Jun, but emotionally he is more willing to believe the words of the descendants of Shang Jun.

This is a person's emotional bias, which sometimes determines many things.

"It turns out that Mr. is a merchant gentleman, and I am clumsy, please bear with me."

Compared with the Prince of Chu just now, Wang Feifei's attitude towards Shang Luo is simply the same, and it cannot be said at all. Shang Luo was outside the Nine Clouds, while Prince Chu was sent to the eighteenth layer of hell.

"The general is polite, he is just under the shadow of the ancestors, not as famous as the general, the name of General Wang is unparalleled in the world, maybe only Wu Anjun can be compared."

"When the old general went south and led an army of 600,000 to destroy Chu, the ability of the battle array is unparalleled in the world."

……

Through the conversation between Prince Chu and Wang Feifei just now, Shang Luo knew that Xiang Tian didn't know the details of Wang Feifei's identity at all just now.

So with the help of this opportunity, Shang Luo revealed Wang Feifei's identity in detail.

"Wang Qian?"

The thoughts in his heart were rolling, and Xiang Tian, the prince of Chu, couldn't sit still, but he knew how sharp Wang Jian was, and there were no more than three fingers that could command an army of five or six hundred thousand in Chinese history.

One is Wu Anjun Baiqi, the famous god of killing, the other is the soldier immortal Han Xin, and the rest of the other is Wang Qian.

When Qin destroyed Chu, the first emperor used Wang Jian as a general, commanding 600,000 Qin troops to go south to kill Xiang Yan and destroy Chu.

He didn't expect that the Qin general in front of him, who was not amazing, was actually a descendant of Wang Jian and had a shocking identity background.

Taking a deep look at Wang Feifei, Xiang Tian, the prince of Chu, left the hall, he knew in his heart that Shang Luo and Wang Feifei must have a lot to say, and it was not convenient for him to be there.

After all, as the prince of Western Chu, his status is different, which determines that they cannot be the same kind of people.

……

"Zuoche, what do you think of the Twelve Cities?"

Leaving Shang Luo and Wang Feifei, Xiang Tian, the prince of Chu, took a group of people to wander around the Twelve Liancheng, because he remembered one thing, that is, if you want to understand a place, you must visit it yourself.

Only what you see is true. After all, seeing is believing, and hearing is false, which is still very reasonable.

"Prince Yu, according to the observation of the last general, except for the soldiers of the Qin army in the Twelve Cities, the people in the Twelve Companies have a trace of panic on their faces, and they are quite uneasy."

Li Zuoche frowned, and said to Xiang Tian, the prince of Chu, "It's as if there is an apocalyptic disaster waiting for them, and that panic comes from the bottom of my heart."

Hearing this, Chu Prince Xiang Tian's eyes flashed, and he looked at the accompanying Qin military captain, and said, "Captain Meng, what happened in the Twelve Liancheng?"

Meng Zhenhu's eyes turned, he knew in his heart that this matter could not be concealed at all, because he heard the analysis of General Chu Li Zuoche just now, and he heard it clearly.

He understood that it was difficult to lie in front of such intelligent people.

"The Huns issued an ultimatum to our army, tomorrow will be the last day, if it does not surrender, when the army goes south, the city will be slaughtered."

……

Hearing this, Chu Prince Xiang Tian's frowning brows slowly relaxed, because from the very beginning, he had smelled a trace of unusual aura from the Twelve Cities.

Originally, he thought that Qin Jun was playing ghosts, but unexpectedly, he plunged into the fire pit, and this time he made himself bigger.

……

"Those who offend my Central Plains will be punished even if they are far away!"

Xiang Tianhu's eyes were like knives, looking at the devastated Twelve Liancheng, and the soldiers of the Qin Army who were as straight as guns, and said.

"Isn't it just a Hu person, the first emperor sent General Meng Tian to the north but the Xiongnu for more than 700 miles, what a domineering man."

"It's only been a little more than ten years now, even if the Huns are strong, what are they afraid of!"

……

Xiang Tian, the prince of Chu, knew in his heart that since he stepped into this fire pit, this meant that from this moment on, the Chu army and the Qin army would share the same fate.

Because of this, he needed to give these numb Qin soldiers some confidence, so that they could have the courage to fight against the Xiongnu with their ancestors in their hearts.

Otherwise, in these twelve cities, the place where the eyes are black. Once the officers and soldiers of the Chu army encounter the Hun cavalry, they will suffer a lot.

Because compared with the Xiongnu, who grew up on horseback, the soldiers of the Chu army were congenitally at a disadvantage, especially the Xiongnu cavalry's single-handed shooting technology, which was a sharp weapon that raged the world.

Xiang Tian knew in his heart that before the three treasures of cavalry such as horse pedals and horseshoes appeared, the Huns' running would be the natural enemies of the Central Plains.

"Prince, it seems that the Xiongnu also want to annex this Qin army, otherwise Wang Feifei won't be able to hold out for so long!"

Glancing at the Li Division, Chu Prince Xiang Tianhu's eyes flashed with a fierce color, and he was silent for a moment, and said.

"Li, you are wrong, the Huns are not interested in the remnants of the Qin army of Wang Feifei, but the Qin crossbow, and even the Great Qin arrow array."

……

In that year, the first emperor sent Meng Tian to lead 300,000 Qin troops to the north, and it was in the Hetao area that he used Qin crossbows to lay down arrow arrays to defeat the cavalry that the Xiongnu were proud to be invincible in the world.

Because of this, the Great Qin Arrow Array and Qin Crossbow made the Huns hurt in their bones, but the Great Qin Empire was extremely strong, and there was no chance of revenge all along.

And the Great Qin Empire fell apart, and the Northland Army went south, which gave the Huns a chance, and in just over ten years, it was not enough for the Huns to forget.

Naturally, they always want to get this sharp weapon and use it to defeat the Central Plains in the south to avenge the revenge of the year.

"The prince means that the Huns want to get the production method of the Qin crossbow, as well as the Great Qin Arrow Array?"

At this moment, even the master was shocked, he didn't expect that there were people among the Huns who had such outstanding insight. Because he knew in his heart what a terrifying existence the Qin crossbow would be if he cooperated with the Hun cavalry.

"Hmm."

Seeing Xiang Tian, the prince of Chu, nodding, Zhu Lishi's face became extremely solemn, he raised his head and said, "Prince, the Qin crossbow is a killing weapon, and it must not fall into the hands of the Huns."

"Otherwise, it will be a disaster for the people of the Central Plains."

……

"Don't worry, Qin Xuangu has taken a fancy to it, and he will definitely not fall into the hands of the Huns, such a sharp weapon that dominates the world is naturally in his own hands."