Whoosh!

The three of them crossed the hillside smoothly.

Arrows are still being fired from behind.

Wang Ben and Meng Tian were hit by many arrows in different positions on their bodies.

Fortunately, it is protected by leather armor.

There is also a reminder of the three sons winning the sky in advance.

With more precautions, this was able to escape.

Meng Tian and Wang Ben pulled out seven or eight arrows shot at the leather armor.

Winning the sky to the third prince who was riding in front of him, he said gratefully:

"Thank you for the reminder!"

"Otherwise, my Wang Ben will become a hedgehog!

I will die here today! ”

The third prince Yingtian glanced back.

It was found that the soldiers who were in ambush in the dense forest on the hillside did not pursue.

I immediately understood the purpose of the ambush.

"Meng Tian, Wang Ben!

Let's not take it lightly!

The ambush in the woods was estimated to be at least a few thousand.

According to the ambush and not chasing.

My son expected that the Zhao army and the army of Bairong would definitely want to surround the point and send reinforcements!

Once a large number of my Qin troops pass by.

They sent someone to inform.

Then surround the front and back! ”

Meng Tian and Wang Ben are well versed in the art of war.

According to the situation just now.

Indeed, as the third prince Yingtian said.

I couldn't help but say excitedly:

"Three sons!

We forgot.

You've read the art of war, too. ”

The third prince Yingtian has no time to talk nonsense with Meng Tian and Wang Ben.

The eyes are like a shadow soaring in the sky.

Vigilant left and right, commanded loudly:

"Meng Tian, Wang Ben!

Let's pass by there.

The ambush soldiers on the hillside will inevitably send scouts back to the Qin people to enter Xianyang.

Let's enter Xianyang quietly.

Give Zhao Jun, Bairong Commander Lian Po, and Yi Xuan a surprise!

Look closely!

Can't let any scouts go back! ”

"Whoa!"

Wang Ben and Meng Tian paid attention to it.

The three of them gradually rode from the hillside to Xianyang.

Then out of the back, after the high posts arched on both sides.

Meng Tian and Wang Ben suddenly found themselves two hundred meters to the left and right.

Each has a Zhao State scout and a Bairong scout.

also galloping towards Xianyang.

"Three sons! Look! ”

Meng Tian and Wang Ben pointed to the left and right Zhao State scouts and Bairong scouts respectively.

The third prince Yingtian ordered with an unquestionable attitude:

"Meng Tian!

Wang Ben! ”

"In!"

"Ben Gongzi orders you to capture these two scouts alive quickly!

If you run away!

Or die!

You two cut yourselves at once!

Do you understand? ”

Meng Tian and Wang Ben were so agitated by the third son to win the sky.

Instantly, his blood boiled, and he said excitedly:

"Three sons!

Why don't you just catch a scout?

And lo and behold! ”

"Three sons!

Our crotch is also a good horse!

Look at me like catching a chicken.

Arrest that Zhao State scout! ”

"Go quickly!"

"No!"

Originally, the team of three people galloped forward.

Meng Tian and Wang Ben, who were behind the third prince Yingtian, galloped away to the left and right respectively.

Looking down from the sky.

Two clouds of dust and smoke instantly floated behind the third prince Yingtian.

They swept away to Zhao Jun and Bairong scouts two hundred meters to the left and right.

The third son won the sky and kept shaking his head left and right to observe.

Meng Tian and Wang Ben are skilled "veterans" in the end. ”

Under the struggling whip.

Less than half a cup of tea.

turned out to be from a distance of two hundred meters.

Chased to a distance of only seventy or eighty meters.

It's just a pity that I haven't caught up.

"Drive! Drive! Drive! ”

Zhao Jun and Bairong scouts also noticed them when the third prince Yingtian, Meng Tian, and Wang Ben noticed them.

Saw the three of them.

Be on guard.

It's just that I didn't expect those three Qin people to dare to come forward and chase after them.

"Look for death!"

Zhao Jun scouts saw that they were in a hurry to catch up.

He was in a hurry to return to the Zhao Jun military camp to report.

Then he took a bow and pulled an arrow and turned around to shoot at Meng Tian.

Whoosh!

The same is true of Wang Ben's side.

The Baijon scout not only turned around and turned back to shoot the arrow.

and once again distanced himself from Wang Ben.

from a distance of eighty meters.

It was pulled away to a distance of more than 120 meters.

"Barbarian!

Hugh away! ”

Wang Ben shrank his head to dodge the arrows.

On the one hand, he didn't give up.

In this way, he maintained this attitude of chasing and turning around to shoot arrows for more than ten kilometers.

The third son wins the sky in his eyes and is anxious in his heart.

He was very worried that the military camp of the Zhao army and the Bairong coalition army was located under the west gate of Xianyang.

And so it goes.

The three of them became turtles in the urn.

Not only is there no turning back.

It is impossible to enter Xianyang City.

In the true sense of the word, it is put to death.

The white clouds and dogs are changing rapidly.

Most of the sunset retreats into the west.

Only the afterglow was still reflecting half of the sky.

In the east, Yuchan rises eastward.

The entire Xianyang sky is half black and half yellow, which is very good-looking.

The third son wins the sky and wants to wear it.

Finally saw the long-lost Xianyang City.

That's a big surprise.

There was no Zhao army or Bairong army at the west gate of Xianyang.

The third prince was overjoyed to win the sky, and said gratefully to the sky:

"Heavens!

Treat me well! ”

Upstairs in Xianyang West City.

The soldiers patrolling back and forth saw it at a glance.

From the direction of Yongcheng, there is a huge open land in front of you.

There are five clouds of dust and smoke.

They came on horseback in the middle of the middle, and they looked a little familiar.

But I still can't see it clearly.

However, according to the person's clothing, it can be judged that he is a nobleman of the Qin State.

Dressed in a luxurious white robe, he sat down and galloped on a horse.

Who is it?

On the left and right, two soldiers wearing Qin army armor chased after Zhao Jun and Bairong scouts.

This scene is extremely new and eerie.

It instantly attracted the attention of all the soldiers in the West City Tower.

"Quickly go and inform the eleven generals including Captain Zhenwei, Bai Qi, Sima Cuo, Wang Di, and Nei Shiteng!"

"Yes!"

The third prince was overjoyed in his heart and could finally enter Xianyang safely.

But Meng Tian and Wang Ben have not captured the Zhao army and Bairong scouts alive.

Once Zhao Jun and Bairong scouts are allowed to return to the barracks alive.

Their whereabouts will be exposed.

Then it will change Zhao Jun and Bai Rong's countermeasures against Xianyang.

When the third prince won the sky and did not thoroughly understand the current situation.

This must not happen!

This matter is very critical!

Don't delay!

The third prince Yingtian roared angrily:

"Meng Tian! Wang Ben!

What about you two racing with them?

Capture the thief and capture the king first!

Shoot the man before the horse!

Can't catch people!

Won't kill the horse they sit on? ”

Meng Tian and Wang Ben, who were galloping after him, faintly heard the roar of the third prince winning the sky in their ears.

Although I tried hard to catch up, I still couldn't catch up in the end.

Just let the Zhao army and Bairong scouts bypass the north and south sides of Xianyang.

Zhao Jun and Bairong scouts just slowed down.

They didn't dare to chase it anymore.

"Good!"

Meng Tian and Wang Ben were about to agree.

Then he drew his bow and arrows.

But it was embarrassing to find.

They set out from Yongcheng.

Bows and quivers were not carried at all.

This time it was embarrassing and urgent.

Meng Tian was in a hurry, and quickly thought about the words of the third prince to win the sky.

Suddenly I thought of a solution that was not a solution!

Sunset!

Meng Tian suddenly grabbed the reins of the horse violently.

The lance that you carry with you is like a spear.

Pour a thousand pounds!

Shoot at the frightened Zhao Jun scout sitting down on the horse.

(Sit back and wait for the National Day, after 12 o'clock, at least 15,000 updates.)

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