"Huh?"

Someone in the carriage behind the commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, was amazed.

"Qin Hou's third son wins the sky?

The old man heard me right, right? ”

"Xinling-kun, you heard me right.

The young man did say that he was the third son to win the sky!

I heard that his fief was in Xianyang.

It is the lord of Xianyang City.

According to reliable sources from our people.

The third son of Qin was loved in Xianyangji.

The common people regard it as a god. ”

"The Xianyang City Lord Qin Hou and the Third Prince you are talking about win the sky.

Isn't it the world-famous rice bag with ointment and wine bag? ”

"That's right, it's him.

It is said that in the past five years, he has been addicted to wine and hunting.

Fuddle.

Every day I get drunk between the green buildings.

He is a famous gentleman in the seven kingdoms of the world.

More than ten times more than the sons of our two countries. ”

"Hahahaha! The old man has an idea! ”

"What do you mean?"

"That's right.

As long as this waste boy is subdued.

We threaten and intimidate, and we know what is at stake.

That kind of waste is scared when you hear it.

must be obedient.

Just hold him.

Let him order the sacrifice of Xianyang.

Wouldn't there be no need for dead people? ”

"Wonderful!

The slaughter of the city has always been disgusted by the people of the world.

If only the massacre could be avoided!

That's for the best.

lest you and I be ridiculed by the world. ”

"Hahahaha!"

In the carriage, Xinling Jun Wei Wuji and Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng were extremely excited.

Jump out of the car immediately.

Walked between Lian Po, the commander of the Zhao army, and the commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan.

Loud shouts:

"Hurry up and order to stop the attack!

The old man has a plan.

It can make the third prince of Qin Hou, the lord of Xianyang City, win the sky and turn his armor and surrender with courtesy. ”

"Huh?"

The commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, the commander of the Bairong cavalry, and Yi Xuan all looked sideways at the startled Xinling Jun Wei Wuji and the Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng.

Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng hurriedly said:

"What?

Didn't you hear?

Don't forget!

Xinling Jun is the uncle of the current King of Wei.

I, Pingyuan Jun, am the uncle of King Zhao.

The barbarian and Yi Xuan were disobedient.

Lian Po, you don't listen to the old man? ”

The commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, saw that Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains, moved out of the king of Zhao to suppress him.

Immediately raised the command flag, and the gradually unfolding formation, the Zhao army, which was rapidly spreading to the two wings, immediately stopped moving.

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan felt that these two noble old men of Zhao and Wei were very conceited.

Unwilling to listen to their actions.

But if Zhao Jun does not cooperate with the action.

They fought alone.

The heavy losses made the Zhao army in front of him and the Wei army behind him sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.

In the end, the fisherman reaped the benefits.

The number of cavalry he brought with him this time was not as large as the number of Zhao's army.

And go deep alone.

In front is the Qin army, next to the Zhao army, and behind is the Wei army.

Go deep into the heart of the Seven Kingdoms.

As the saying goes, there are no permanent friends, only eternal interests.

Bairong has always been inferior to the Seven Kingdoms of China.

Once the number is reduced.

It's hard to do it after seizing the city of Qin.

The Zhao army and the Wei army suddenly launched an attack on him.

In this way, not only will they be sold, but they will also be counted.

More than 20,000 Bairong iron horses, he must complete and bring them back.

The minimum battle damage cannot exceed 10,000.

Therefore.

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan thought about it again and again, thinking about it before and after.

After touching his chin and thinking for a while.

He also raised his scimitar in his hand.

The Bairong cavalry, which had already spread out halfway, saw the orders of the main general and Yi Xuan.

Although they are all very confused.

But they all do it obediently.

The third son, who was still clamoring for challenges, saw this scene.

Ecstatic, frenzied.

I was already tired of shouting.

The result is a reproduction of passion.

In the face of the 50,000-strong army, they continued to shout and challenge.

It's as if no one can stop him, defeat him, challenge him.

That's the only way.

The more arrogant you behave!

The more arrogant you become!

The more you behave, the more you look at no one!

He will be able to procrastinate even more.

Lian Po, the commander of the Zhao army, had already carried out the orders of Wei Wuji, the king of Xinling, and Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains.

Then he asked:

"I listened to Ling Jun.

It only takes a word to teach the Xianyang City Lord who has no one in his eyes who keeps shouting and chlaming.

The third son of Qin Hou won the sky and turned against his armor and surrendered with courtesy?

Did I hear it wrong? ”

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan heard what the commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, said.

Xinling Jun Wei Wuji and Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng only need a few words.

Can the third prince of Xianyang City, the rampant Xianyang City Lord Qin Hou and urgently need a lesson, win the sky and turn his armor off and surrender with courtesy?

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan laughed loudly, laughing shamefully, and finally laughed heartily.

In his mind, this was impossible.

They act in all their ways, and do not believe in the mouth.

Only believe in the knife in your hand!

After laughing for a while, he took a horsewhip and complained to Wei Wuji, the king of Xinling, and Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains:

"You two have a good name in China.

Bosheng spread my Bairong far away.

Yi Xuan and I absolutely admire the character of the two.

But this marching and fighting and arranging the army is the business of our soldiers.

Can you please stop making trouble again? ”

Xinling Jun Wei Wuji tilted his head coldly, flicked his long sleeves and said disdainfully:

"Troublemaker?

What is troublemaking?

You Bairong barbarians only know how to use murder to establish their authority.

As everyone knows, our Chinese nation has always outwitted in wars. ”

Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains, stroked his beard and head to the sky, and said loudly:

"Spring and Autumn period.

Sun Tzu, known as the saint of soldiers, wrote the book "The Art of War".

In the "Attack Chapter" in "The Art of War", it says:

Therefore, the army is attacked, the second is the enemy, the second is the army, and the next is to attack the city.

The method of siege is a last resort.

Therefore, a hundred battles are won, and the good of the bad is also good; The soldiers who surrender without a fight, and the good ones are also good.

Now there is a great opportunity to surrender without a fight.

It doesn't take a single soldier to capture Xianyang without blood.

Why not? ”

Lian Po, the commander of the Zhao army, still did not understand the meaning of Wei Wuji, the king of Xinling, and Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains.

Staring at the two pretending to be profound and very conceited, Wei Wuji of Xinling Jun and Zhao Shenghui of Pingyuan Jun asked:

"Xinling-kun, Pingyuan-kun.

Don't you want to persuade the third prince of Qin Hou, the lord of Xianyang City, to win the sky? ”

The commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan did not know Chinese characters.

I haven't read the Art of War either.

Didn't fully understand though.

But I also probably heard a meaning.

That is to say, Xinling Jun Wei Wuji and Pingyunjian Zhao Shengneng opened their mouths to let the three sons of Xianyang City Lord Qin Hou win the sky and surrender directly on their knees.

Take the initiative to dedicate Xianyang.

The intuition is incredible.

Or even nonsense, wishful thinking.

Immediately asked rhetorically:

"Although General Ben has never set foot in China.

But I also know that the Qin people have always been bloody and hard.

Only those who died in battle.

Has anyone ever taken the initiative to donate the city?

Are the two too conceited and talking nonsense.

Take General Ben to amuse? ”

The words that the commander of the Zhao army, Lian Po, held in his stomach were all said by the commander of the Bairong cavalry and Yi Xuan.

He nodded silently.

The thoughts in my heart coincide with Yi Xuan.

Xinling Jun Wei Wuji and Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng were still arrogant.

One looked up at the sky with great confidence, and the other carried his hands on his chest.

Purple Pen Literature