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A crescent moon hung high in the air, emitting a soft light that shone on the vast land. Shrouded in Fangcheng, an isolated city on the border of Wei.

"Who laughs at me? Today, it is fearful!

Wolf smoke in the vastness? Why is it difficult to shrink the volume today......"

"General." On the city tower, the thousands of people who were originally keeping vigil will salute in front of Zhang Meng, who hurriedly walked up. The face was indescribably ugly.

Zhang Meng, who heard Zhao Jun's shouting as early as when he went up to the city tower, ignored the faces of the thousands of generals, so he walked to the edge of the city tower and looked down.

Outside the east gate, under the moonlight, 40,000 Zhao troops surrounded into a phalanx, Zhao Yong ordered the soldiers to quietly light a fire in the midst of the army, roasting a wild boar captured by the soldiers when they patrolled the mountains today.

In this situation, the soldiers of the Zhao army surrounded by it also lit a fire, and many soldiers ran around the fire to celebrate under the leadership of thousands of generals, singing and dancing, so happy.

With just one glance, Zhang Meng's face became even more ugly than that of the thousand generals.

Obviously, the Zhao army may not have come here to attack the city, but in this situation, the enemy army is singing and dancing in front of his house to celebrate, but he can only hide in the city to guard.

Compared with this kind of humiliation, Zhang Meng is more willing to fight with Zhao Jun on the battlefield, even if he loses, even if he dies, his heart is comfortable. No matter what, it's better than looking at Zhao Jun's arrogance with grievances.

"Who laughs at me? Today, according to Gao Fear, ......"

Over and over again, each time the louder and louder voice was like the most unpleasant insult in the world for the Wei army defending the city at this time.

"General," the thousands of generals around him clenched the hilt of their swords in one hand, knelt on one knee, and kowtowed: "The last general asks the general to open the city gate and take me out to fight a bloody battle with the Zhao army." ”

The voice was full of helplessness, anger, grief and hatred in a person's heart, and more often anger and refusal to admit defeat. Just as a man can not have much reputation, but he always has to look like a man.

Seeing the scattered formation under the city, without the slightest defense, the Zhao army general who was eating the wild boar, asked about the fragrance of the roasted wild boar, Zhang Meng already gritted his teeth with hatred, and his clenched fists trembled because of the excessive force.

There was a sound of armor and weapons colliding, and Zhang Meng suddenly smashed his fist on the city wall in front of him.

He, how could he never want to go out and fight with Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun, who can be so arrogant to be able to slash a few times, will be so happy at this moment.

But he couldn't, the only reason told him he couldn't. The lives of the five thousand soldiers he feared in his heart did not allow him to do so.

A cold wind blew with a scent, and the cold made him save his senses. After swallowing a mouthful of foam, Zhang Meng's two lips opened slightly, and wisps of white mist came out of his mouth intermittently trembling and dissipating into the air.

The moment he turned around suddenly, the hand was raised back forcefully, and the blood-red big puff was thrown high.

Zhang Meng walked towards him step by step with heavy and rapid steps, and coldly ordered as he walked: "Pass the order, my army will arrive here in a few days, and then it will be the decisive battle with the Zhao army. ”

At this moment, Zhao Jun seemed to be tired after warming up. Many of the soldiers began to sit down around the roaring fire and talk.

Some people have heard thousands of people say how Pang Juan of Wei State burned and robbed Zhao State. It is said that today's Zhao Jun is as powerful as before.

The crown prince Zhao Yong and several generals gathered together, regardless of their identities and did not talk about state affairs, but just ate roasted wild boar meat while talking about their own opinions on the war, or each of them said a typical example of war in history, talking about how typical it was, and how it could be won. And how can the losing side lose.

Zhao Yongxian said, but what he said was that Pang Juan surrounded Handan City, why Pang Juan could be so fierce, and Zhao Jun was so cowardly.

In his mouth, the Zhao army has no strong generals, it is not that the Zhao people lack the brave blood of the Wei people, everything is not talented, the head of the general's army, no matter how strong the limbs are in vain.

What's more, whether there is no brain, whether the limbs are developed or not is another matter. The words of the generals are full of ups and downs in their hearts, from the cowardice of Zhao State to today's growth, from defeat to the current army pressure.

The hearts of the generals are like a fire, endless, and everyone's hearts are secretly inspired to be ashamed of the past, so that the shame and shame of the twelfth generation will be erased on the body of this generation.

They seemed to see the heart of the crown prince, which was a strong Zhao country, so that Zhao no longer be bullied by other countries, and the dream of a strong country rich Zhao State.

Zhao Yongye listened to many battles that he didn't know from the mouths of the generals, and from them he seemed to understand a lot, and seemed to be more thorough about the art of war, but he found that he knew so little about it. The method of using soldiers is far inferior to that of the virtuous and sage, and it is no wonder that it is easy to obtain a thousand troops and difficult to find.

Before you know it, it's late at night.

On the tower of the city, a Wei soldier seemed to be fed up with the rhetoric of the Zhao army outside the city, and the hands covering his ears suddenly let go, he roared, took off the bow behind his back, put on the arrow, and came to the city wall on the other side step by step, pulled the bow full of strings, and shot an arrow.

After all, the arrow swayed because it was too far away, and it fell weakly on the ground outside the phalanx of the Zhao army's soldiers.

The feather arrow trembled and swayed, but it did not attract the attention of the surrounding Zhao army at all, and not even a single Zhao soldier looked at it at all.

The rhetoric is endless. The more Zhao Jun chatted, the more energetic he became.

In the City Lord's Mansion in Fangcheng, Zhang Meng kept pacing back and forth, his legs moving faster and faster, and his mouth couldn't stop exuding a sound of helplessness.

"General, it's not too early, let's rest." One of the generals raised his head and said casually.

Zhang Meng ignored it and kept pacing.

Another two hours passed, and some of the Wei soldiers defending the city were replaced to rest.

Zhang Meng also squatted weakly on the futon and took a nap at this time. Sleepy eyes.

The anger in the soldier's heart was eventually replaced by sleepiness as the night deepened.

But at this moment, a wave of horns of attack whimpered throughout the sky above the city, and the soldiers who had just been lying down for a short time instinctively reacted and got up, picked up their weapons and ran up to the tower.

Zhang Meng, who was constantly napping and nodding in the city lord's mansion, suddenly stood up, straightened the armor above his head in a daze, and rushed out of the door.

But when they were blown away by the cold wind on the castle tower, they fell asleep and looked down. All the soldiers were instantly furious.

The Zhao army outside the city was neatly arranged, and the 40,000 army was like a huge monster shuttling in the dark night, running around a large circle.

The sound of the trumpet seemed to be just blowing to add rhythm to the soldiers.