"Soldiers, it is this king who has hurt you!"

Looking at the hundreds of grassland warriors who were still following him at this moment, Yan Xun was bitter and full of guilt.

"This is the heavens that make me Yan Xunhu, ah!!"

At this moment, Yan Xun suddenly raised his head and roared angrily, but the roaring sound that was enough to spread in all directions was full of sadness at this time.

Yan Xun hates, why is the world so unfair?

Why did you hate Heaven take the lives of your whole people?

Ask yourself why you encountered such a mysterious army when you were about to take revenge?

Why did the Yanbei army, which hates the brave and good fighting on weekdays, collapse at the first touch?

Hate hate, hate hate, Yan Xuntian is unfair, hate the land is uneven, and hate his fate for being so miserable.

If he could, Yan Xun really wanted to live the life of an ordinary person, and he didn't want to become the prince of the Dingbei Houfu who was glamorous on the surface, but he wanted to intrigue behind his back, and he was powerless to resist when the Ju clan was destroyed.

Only now, it's too late!

"Ha, it seems that this pseudo-king Yanxun really thinks that he is the overlord of Chu, and he can make 30,000 Han troops retreat under the heavy drink, I don't know what to say. ”

"If the roar solved the problem, then the donkey would have ruled the world long ago, and it was just the wail of the weak!"

Hearing this roar, the vast and continuous Qin army array was still as stable as Mount Tai.

Not only did the body not tremble in the slightest, but even the expressions behind the masks of each Qin army soldier did not change in the slightest, and they seemed to be ruthlessly silent and indifferent to everything.

Among them, Pei Xingjian sneered and said, this is one of the quotations from His Majesty, and it is also Pei Xingjian's favorite content.

"Swear to follow King Yan to the death!"

Around Yan Xun, hundreds of Yanbei warriors all said firmly, with a resolute expression, willing to follow Yan Xun to death.

To this day, these Yanbei soldiers who have been able to follow Yan Xun and escape in the previous rout are basically Yan Xun's diehards.

Therefore, even if they knew that the opponent's army was strong, their own side had no chance of winning, and they even had no power to resist, they were still willing to follow Yan Xun and die for King Yan.

"Good brothers, each and every one of you is a good brother to this king. ”

"When he arrived at the Yellow Springs Road, the king invited the brothers to drink. ”

Hearing what the soldiers under his command said, Yan Xun couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yan Xun didn't say that these hundreds of soldiers surrendered and then lived, because Yan Xun knew that from the time these brothers said this, they already represented their determination and will.

There are only grassland warriors who died in battle, no cowardly Yanbei boys, and no Yanwang brothers who surrendered!

"Hahaha, drink!"

Hundreds of people had heartfelt smiles on their faces, and they looked not like dying people, but like brothers about to go to the wine table to fight.

"Okay, the soldier should be shrouded in horse leather, and it will be the supreme glory to die on the battlefield!"

"These people are true warriors, all the troops attack, give them a warrior's home. ”

Looking at the tragic scene ahead, Wei Xiaokuan also sighed.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wei Xiaokuan's mind flipped up and down, as if he had returned to the tragic Battle of Hangu Pass.

Immediately, Wei Xiaokuan gave an order, and the imperial army, which was more than 30,000 in scale and stretched for several miles, began to launch a final offensive against the last remnants of Zhiyanbei.

Absolute strength, crushing battle!

There is no doubt that this scarred remnant army with a scale of only a few hundred defeated generals could be worthy of the Imperial Tiger and Wolf Army, which is close to the sky in terms of scale and strength, and is as imposing as a rainbow!

In less than a moment, the rolling black wave swept by, and the remnants of the defeated army were instantly submerged without setting off any waves, like pushing grass.

And there was no longer a standing Yanbei soldier in the area just now, all of them were slashed and killed by the Qin army's swords, the corpses were fragmented, the blood flowed like a river, and the heads were separated, which was miserable and abnormal.

And in the middle, a headless corpse wearing black battle armor still maintained a standing posture, standing on the ground, the corpse separated, and was pierced by three spears in a row, desolate and tragic!

At this point, the puppet king Yan Xun died under the chaos of the empire, and the last remnants of Yanbei were completely wiped out, and the grasslands were all returned to Qin.

"Bury them!"

Looking at the endless headless corpses covered with grasslands, Wei Xiao sighed with relief.

Warriors must be treated like warriors, exposing corpses in the wilderness and letting eagles and wolves eat them is the biggest insult to them.

"No!"

Many generals of the Qin army all bowed their hands and said.

It had been a long time since they had come up with such a strong and respectable opponent since the fall of Wei Wushu, and these opponents deserved to be respected.

In May of the second year of the First Emperor, the second year of Genesis, the last large-scale war of the empire in the battle of the plane subsided in the grassland, and a new chapter began.

......

At sunset, under the city of Chang'an!

At this time, it was half a moon later, and the sunset in the distance was obliquely reflected on the city wall of Chang'an City, laying a pale red carpet for the entire land, adding a lot of strange beauty to Chang'an, a century-old city.

Under the city of Chang'an, tens of thousands of imperial troops were all stubborn and stubborn, standing on the vast plain in front of Chang'an in a neat and orderly manner.

At the forefront of the tens of thousands of troops, a group of generals and spokesmen such as Yu Wenyue and others who were supported by Pei Xingjian and others were led by Pei Xingjian, the commander of the Fifth Army Corps.

The black dragon flag fluttered in the wind, and a red carpet came out of Chang'an City, which was several miles long, as if it was greeting someone, and the whole scene looked quite huge.

And on Chang'an City, it is also heavily guarded, and there are constantly imperial soldiers with spears in hand, strong bows and crossbows, and heavy black armor patrolling back and forth, and the atmosphere is extremely solemn and heavy.

In the entire Chang'an City, military control and curfew measures have been implemented since three days ago, and people in Chang'an City are also panicked, as if they have returned to the terrifying atmosphere of searching and killing people in the whole city some time ago.

In fact, this is not due to Pei Xingjian's lack of attention, and the secret news of the shadow secret guard came that His Majesty the First Emperor will come to Chang'an today to prepare for the reception of the Fifth Legion.

Knowing that His Majesty the Emperor was going to come in person, how could Pei Xingjian dare not pay attention to it?

Strictly ordered to use thunderous means to once again deeply cleanse all unstable factors in Chang'an City, and prepare to welcome His Majesty the Emperor today.

......

"It's coming!"

At this moment, Zhong Liyao pointed forward and said to Pei Xingjian.

All the Qin generals in the vicinity fixed their eyes.

I saw that hundreds of Qin army iron horsemen holding large banners appeared at the end of the line of sight, and then got closer and closer.

The black and simple Qin character seal inscriptions inlaid with gold wire at the corners of the hundreds of flags are also more eye-catching and dazzling, and there is a hint of majesty.

(End of chapter)