Han Fei's unscrupulous appearance was more difficult to deal with than the bandits, and Meng Wu and Wang Jian had no choice but to send him back to Xianyang and find a way to persuade Han An to surrender. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With the death of a Wei Zeng, the people of the Wei clan resisted the Qin army deeply, and if they hadn't needed the grain of the Qin State, they would have rebelled with red eyes.

The Qin State could not tolerate the hatred of the Han people against the Qin State, and in fact Zhao Zheng wanted to surrender the army without a fight. But the Han bones in Yangzhai City are a hundred times harder than the Wei family, and they are soft and hard for half a month, so they just don't surrender.

"The alliance is okay, surrender is not negotiable."

The Han clan is based on the land of a county, based on the three Jin Dynasty for a hundred years, relying on this momentum. The army and the people joined hands, and Mengwu had to temporarily retreat and find an opportunity to join Ji Zhan's "friendly army".

Zhao Kuo's army was defeated and died, but the power of the Zhao clan was not reduced, Jinyang gathered 100,000 troops, along the ancient trade road of Yan and Jin, quietly crossed the Taihang Mountains, and suddenly launched an attack on Dongjun, and at the same time, the Zhao army of Handan and Ji Dan launched an attack on Zhuojun.

The Hu terminator, the Zhao clan and the northern Hu clan fought for a hundred years without losing the wind, and for a time the blue wolf army was defeated and retreated, until Ji Chong came to the front line to command and stabilized his position.

"Boom~"

Hundreds of earthen cannons roared, and such things as cannons, based on their appearance and working principle, could be imitated by a blacksmith at the end of a few years. But there is nothing to show for it, and neither the range nor the lethality can be compared with the Qin artillery.

When casting the tenth batch of molds, Gong Zhikang, a master craftsman of Chu State, once said, "The core of Gushan artillery is in steelmaking, and there is no steel at hand, and it is just a pile of scrap iron in exquisite skills." ”

Whether it is Ji Chong or Zhao, the imitation artillery steel of the two sides is of inferior quality, and if there are not dozens of cannons, the barrel will have a big deviation, and it will all depend on luck when it hits.

It seems that Zhao's luck is better, from Yishui to Zhuozhou, Ji Chong's artillery has repeatedly muted fire, and even exploded, so that after the gunners ignited the fuse, they had to hide until ten zhang away before they would stop.

The long cannon twist and the huge psychological pressure made the artillery attack speed of the Blue Wolf Legion twice as late, and before the first round of firing was completed, the opposite side had already begun to fire a second round.

"Heroic steppe warriors, as long as they hold a knife in their hands, they are invincible in the world."

At the source, the number of Hu people in the Blue Wolf Legion is too large, and their thoughts are still stuck on the good Mabao knife.

"I will eventually lose this war," Ji Chong said with frustration, and he was forced to send an envoy to Qin to ask Zhao Zheng to send troops to contain the Zhao clan.

Ji Chong didn't necessarily know the oracle, but he knew Zhao Zheng's hatred for the Cheng Zhou Dynasty, which was the slave's hatred for the shackles around his neck, and he didn't forget to break it in his sleep. Now that the Qin army was only two or three hundred miles away from Luoyi, he didn't think that Zhao Zheng would give up this opportunity.

Luoyi Taiji Palace, Ji Yan lying half-dead in Liangyi Palace, here became the home of Ji Zhan, but he has been in charge for several months, either busy helping the victims, or busy mobilizing the army.

The Hanshui defense line is facing the Tenglong Army of Chu State, the daily consumption is huge, and since the catastrophe, there have been repeated ministers who have suggested cutting land and suing for peace, reducing the three Yin Eight Divisions of Hanshui to resist the three Jin in the north.

And this alone can save more than 100,000 stone of grain, whether it is used for disaster relief or military reserves, it is better than wasting it in vain.

"Da Zhou can't lose this person, and he can't cut land to anyone, and he can't cut land to Chu Man."

Ji Zhan said solemnly in front of Ji Yan's sickbed, and Ji Yan on the sickbed blinked and expressed support for his son's words. This may be the first time he has agreed with Ji Zhan since he was sick, and the consequences of this matter were to add a bowl of fresh vegetable soup in the evening.

A month ago, the vegetable leaves in this bowl of soup were still growing on the land of Guanzhong in the Qin State, and at this time, it entered Ji Yan's stomach, which was a great honor.

At the beginning of May, when the wheat fields in Guanzhong turned from green to yellow, Zhang Liang secretly played Ji Zhan, and said that Guguan had increased his troops by 50,000, and the commander was Zhao Zheng.

The royal drive is actually the country of the Son of Heaven.

"Impossible, the first Zhao Zheng doesn't have the guts, and the second Great Zhou still owes the Qin State millions of stone grain, so if you start a war easily, you are not afraid that the Great Zhou will not repay the debt?"

Ji Zhan drank a bowl of meat soup, wiped his mouth and ate dessert after the meal, and somehow did he do it, Qin Guo had snow-white sugar.

The white sugar was poured on the green melons and fruits, and it made people have a great appetite when they looked at it, Ji Zhanmei ate a plate and wanted to eat it again, but seeing that Zhang Liang's face was not good, he couldn't help but give up.

"I have the heart to serve the country, but the country is no longer a country!"

Zhang Liang returned home, angrily wrote his resignation, drank a jar of drunkenness, and when the servant asked him to get up the next day, he didn't see anyone, only to find a white official uniform neatly stacked on the bed.

Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a penny person.

Losing a pillar of talent, Ji Zhan not only did not regret it, but was glad that the remnants of Ji Zhan's power had decreased, which was more conducive to his rule.

Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, how can I speak without clothes, and I am in the same robe with my son.

The Qin State no longer had to sing the battle song, they only needed to cover their ears and wait for the enemy troops killed by the artillery fire to be sluggish, carrying knives and guns as if they were going to the field to harvest crops, and after killing the enemy army, cut off their left ear and go back to celebrate their achievements.

From Hangu Pass to Lushi City, Zhao Zheng even dared to approach Hannan County and provoked the Yin Eighth Division, which was guarding Hanshui.

The artillery roared, destroying the withering and decaying. Compared with the Qin army, the Yin Eighth Division felt that the Tenglong Legion of the Chu State on the opposite side was more suitable to be the enemy.

The provocation was fruitless, Zhao Zheng walked away, all the way to the city of Luoyi, at this time Ji Zhan suddenly realized, and cut down more than a dozen ministers who advocated that there was no war in Qin, and then ate a bowl of noodles borrowed by Qin, dressed neatly, and stood proudly at the head of the city.

"Ying Zheng, forty years ago, your great-grandfather hit here, and even forced me to flee west, but in the end, he didn't withdraw his army.

I would like to advise you today, the Great Zhou Huanghuang has been in the country for 800 years, and it can't die in the hands of a Western barbarian. ”

"Boom~"

Artillery representative Zhao Zheng's answer, where is all that nonsense, if you want to fight, you will fight, and if you don't fight, you will surrender quickly.

With 3,000 rounds of shells, the Shenji Battalion kept changing the breeches, and when the shelling stopped a day later, the magnificent Luoyi was already full of holes.

The cannonballs were fired at the tall buildings, and the poor people living in thatched huts were safe, and the nobles exchanged their mansions for cold kilns.

"Ten Thousand Years of King Qin"

Carrying the title deed, they lived in a large mansion that had been bombarded into ruins, and even if the courtyard wall was beaten into a fence, they had to carefully push open the courtyard door.

The ground is full of ruins, but in their eyes it is full of treasures.

"Oh, it's such a big mansion, no wonder the nobles and lords have so big bellies, and they can't live in a big mansion."

"Hahaha, Wei Laosan, you are content, your family still has a few big tiled houses left, and only half of the garden flowers in my yard can be seen, Lao Tzu wants to destroy the planting of vegetables, and the Hun family will not let me."

A black-necked pauper, dressed in silk clothes he had scavenged from the ruins, swaggered around the mansion where they had never dared to look at it.

"It's really good, if it weren't for that King Qin, we would have starved to death after the flood, where would we still have today's blessings and live in these mansions."

The poor turned over, but unfortunately they couldn't be masters.

There was no shelling for three days in a row, and the nobles could not stand the low and fiasco of the cold kiln, and returned to their homes one after another. Of course the poor people don't want to, they have land deeds.

"Bullshit, lowly slaves, noble nobles have given you face to sign the title deed, and you have a long face, don't you?"

Dust to dust, each back to a familiar place. But people who have eaten white-flour steamed buns are unwilling to eat more coarse grains.

The shelling outside the city ended, but a new storm brewed inside the city.