The night was as bright as day in the light of the fire, and Wei Ang stood on a high slope with sweat in his palms, and he was still unconscious. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Listening to the shouting in front of him, he subconsciously turned his head to look behind him. The remaining 10,000 foot soldiers who had not yet entered the battlefield hesitated in their hearts. originally thought that it could easily defeat the troops of the crown prince of Zhao, which was composed of nearly 100,000 defeated troops. Unexpectedly, it is a hard bone to bite. The combat effectiveness of the noble private soldiers and the forbidden army of the Zhao State really far exceeded the ordinary soldiers. It's a hateful soldier who hasn't arrived, otherwise how could this war drag on for so long.

Wei Ang's eyes looked at the soldiers who knelt respectfully on the ground: "You just said how many soldiers and horses are still in Zhao State."

"General Qiyu, it should be less than four thousand." The soldiers hurriedly reported that the military situation was urgent, lest it touch Wei Ang's moldy head.

Wei Ang fell into thought, and his heart was full of calculations. Several generals standing beside him showed anxious looks on their faces, and they all said: "The general can't drag it down, there has been no news from the rear camp for most of the day, I'm afraid there will be more than one bad luck." At this time, if we can't defeat the Zhao prince's troops in front, once the two armies are flanked, our side is only afraid of losing more and winning less."

"The enemy army is only more than 4,000 people, and it has not yet been dispatched. Even if they were given a chance, what could they change in these 200,000 battle-hardened battlefields? “。

"Zhao Guo's Zhao Yu Department has long been exhausted. As long as the last 10,000 people of our army are pressed on a large scale, we will be able to break the enemy in one fell swoop."

"Time is running out, please give the general the order to attack".

A famous general hurriedly bowed down to receive the order, and Wei Ang pondered for a while, and made up his mind in his heart to stride towards a chariot at the bottom of the high slope. The surrounding generals were overjoyed when they saw this, and hurriedly walked down the high slope.

Wei Ang stood on the chariot, which slowly walked to the front of the infantry phalanx. Then the sword was unsheathed, and a loud shout came: "Give the order to go down, and the whole army will attack."

"Comply". The emperor flicked his horsewhip, and the chariot rushed straight to the battlefield with 10,000 foot soldiers.

In front, Xue Qian led his soldiers to fight against the soldiers of the Wei State, and the chariot he sat on had long since disappeared. A wave of tiredness hit, and the spirit was a little trance. Suddenly, a Wei soldier came directly at Xue Qian. Xue Qian was stunned for a moment, and actually forgot to dodge for a while. Seeing that he was about to be killed, a soldier of Zhao Guo rushed to resist when he saw this. The two swords slashed together, and then the two began to fight.

Xue Qian wiped the sweat from his forehead, and forced himself to brace himself and wave the bronze sword in his hand to kill the enemy who had just pounced. At this moment, behind the Wei army, there was a dense and heavy footsteps, and Wei Ang arrived with a phalanx of 10,000 foot soldiers who had been recuperating for a long time. Zhao's already precarious defense line collapsed in an instant, and the 10,000 Wei soldiers were like no one.

A soldier of Zhao State hurriedly ran to the back, and when he saw that Zhao Yu didn't have time to salute, he hurriedly reported: "The enemy general Wei Ang personally led 10,000 foot soldiers to kill the chariot, and our army is about to be defeated."

"Rout?". Zhao Yu was shocked, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately ordered: "The whole army will attack."

The Imperial Whip Chariot rushed into the battlefield with the remaining 4,000 foot soldiers, intending to stop Wei Ang's 10,000 foot soldiers.

When the soldiers of Zhao heard that reinforcements had arrived, a glimmer of hope rose in their hearts, and they followed Zhao Yu's troops to start a counterattack. It's just that the new force led by Zhao Yu is less than Wei Ang's after all, and after a burst of killing, the follow-up begins to be weak. Seeing that Zhao's defense line was failing one after another, it was about to collapse. A cavalryman appeared on the high slope where Wei Ang had just been, looked ahead, and then hurriedly ran back.

"Qi Yu Gongzi, our army seems to be in a rout." When the cavalry saw Zhao Wuming on horseback, he couldn't dismount and hurriedly reported.

Zhao Wuming's gaze crossed over the cavalryman, staring at the clusters of looming firelight in front of him, and there was a hint of hesitation in his heart. Fan Shun saw that Zhao Wuming didn't say a word for a long time, and motioned for the cavalry to leave.

The cavalry understood, turned the horse and patted the horse's back lightly, and rushed forward again to probe around.

Fan Shun saw the cavalry walking away, and cautiously tested: "Childe, what are you waiting for?"

"The heart of the army, if the whole army is up and down, the military order cannot be passed. In the face of the peerless general Pang Juan and his army, we have no chance of winning." Zhao Wuming's gaze was a little complicated, and his voice was a little low. In this night, it feels like the messenger of the soul, which makes people feel cold. That being said, who knows the real situation.

Now 100,000 are in a hurry, every minute of the army's vitality will be injured, and every moment of waiting, countless soldiers of the Zhao State will fall in a pool of blood. Fan Shun's lips moved, but in the end he didn't make a sound.

Zhao Wuming didn't hear Fan Shun's voice, and continued to say: "Only when the soldiers are most desperate can our appearance subdue the hearts of the army in one fell swoop."

"Childe, have you thought about it, Wei Guo Pang Juan is powerful. If our army continues to suffer casualties like this, even if we subdue the morale of the army in one fell swoop, it will do us more harm than good." After listening to this, Fan Shun persuaded Zhao Wuming.

If Wei Ang's troops were defeated, the danger of Xindu's destruction would be alleviated. Zhao Wuming thought of King Zhao, Zhao Fan, and Zhao Wei, and felt a little cold in his heart. Sitting and watching the battle ahead, there seemed to be two voices in my heart, and a fierce battle began. Looking ahead, the whole person, together with the war horse, is like a sculpture.

Fan Shun looked at Sun Buer on the side, and saw that Sun Buer also had the same expression as Zhao Wuming. couldn't help but turn to Zhao Wuming and reveal the biggest thought in his heart: "Every moment you stay, countless soldiers will fall in a pool of blood, even if Gongzi hates the king, you can't be angry with those soldiers who obey orders."

"Fan Shun, you are wrong, the lord has been angry with these soldiers, but now the fighter plane is not yet there. Our army attacked the local camp and although it won a complete victory, it also lost more than 20,000 people. At this time, Wei Ang's troops are not completely exhausted, and it is not a good opportunity for our army to attack at this time." Sun Buer couldn't listen to it, and explained to Fan Shun for a while.

Fan Shun was dumbfounded, could it be that he really guessed wrong. Thinking of this, his heart was horizontal, and he straightened his expression: "Gongzi, in the past, Anyang Jun loved soldiers like sons, I think he saw the battle ahead, and our army lost." One soldier after another will not remain indifferent as he falls in a pool of blood".

"Fan Shun, you are so daring." Zhao Wuming suddenly turned his horse's head and looked directly at Fan Shun.

Fan Shun's expression gradually became resolute, and he saluted Zhao Wuming: "Fan Shun saw the battle ahead for the Zhao people, and the soldiers of our army fell in a pool of blood, and they couldn't bear it. Childe can turn a blind eye and hear without hearing, but Fan Shun can't do it."

"When did Lone turn a blind eye and hear and not hear?" Zhao Wuming questioned Fan Shun, a little annoyed in his heart.

Fan Shun's neck stiffened, and he asked Zhao Wuming rhetorically: "Gongzi led the army to this place, and it has been half a pillar of incense for half a pillar of incense. Why did the solemn expression bow his head and hesitate, but the army failed to move forward. At the moment of the great enemy, even if there are many trade-offs in mind, we should get through this calamity before we can talk about anything else."

Zhao Wuming turned his horse's head dumbly, and his voice came from behind: "Sun Buer gives the order to go down, and the whole army will attack."

"No". As soon as the words fell, the drums sounded. Zhao Wuming took 80,000 soldiers and horses to the battlefield to kill.

On the battlefield, Wei Ang looked at the retreating Zhao army, and was overjoyed, only feeling that after a while, he could win a big victory. But he didn't want to hear behind him, the sound of overwhelming mountains and seas, Zhao Wuming led an army of 80,000 to arrive. The Wei army was attacked from both sides and was defeated one after another. Like a fire meets broken ice, it instantly turns into a cloud of water vapor.