"Zhao Jun, I haven't seen you for many years, is Zhao Jun okay?"

After Qingji and Zhao Ying saluted each other, they made a "please" gesture and asked Zhao Ying to sit opposite him.

Then, Wei, who was still very interested, poured a bottle of wine with Zhao Ying.

"Don't worry about King Wu, widows have always been very good."

Zhao Ying just smiled.

Zhao Ying's body bones are indeed quite tough.

At this time, Zhao Ying, who was nearly sixty years old, was a few years older than Qingji.

In this era, it is not easy to live to this age.

However, the repeated blows in recent years have made Zhao Ying exhausted, and his body has deteriorated.

"Zhao Jun, come, drink with the widow!"

"Please!"

Qingji and Zhao Ying raised the wine bottle in their hands, looked at each other and smiled, and drank the wine.

Zhao Ying had no doubt that Qingji would poison the wine.

Because, it's really not necessary.

And from ancient times to the present, no one has ever done such a despicable and shameless thing.

With Qingji's identity and Qingji's character, he will definitely not do such a thing.

"Zhao Jun, do you see the army behind the widow? They are all Great Wu Jian'er, as long as the widow gives an order, in an instant, they can turn the rabble on your side into powder!"

Qingji squinted his eyes and said, "Zhao Jun, now that the matter is over, why don't you take off your armor and descend with courtesy?"

"The widow assures you that if you surrender, the widow will make you the Marquis of Zhao, and give you 500 households of food and food, and you and your descendants will be able to enjoy endless food and clothing for the rest of your life."

For Qingji's promise, Zhao Ying just laughed it off.

"King Wu, if you are to be imprisoned to death like a pig and dog for the rest of your life, are you willing?"

「……」

Qingji was silent.

As a high-minded and arrogant person, how could Qingji tolerate such a situation?

It is true that it is better to die than to live.

But, having lost his free body and living like a walking corpse, Zhao Ying would rather die.

"Zhao Jun, why are you doing this?"

Qingji continued to persuade: "Under the nest, there are no more eggs. If you choose to fight to the death, most of the people in the Zhao Kingdom will shed their last drop of blood and fight to the last soldier."

"When the two countries are at war, they are bound to be devastated, blood is flowing like a river, and corpses are everywhere, you Zhao Ying chose to die in battle, why do you want to bring hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians of Zhao State to accompany you to the funeral?"

"The widow will give you one last condition. If you can unload your armor and surrender, the widow should crown you as the Marquis of Zhao, eat a thousand households in Jinyang, hereditary replacement, and be related to the country from now on, isn't it beautiful?"

"Huh."

Zhao Ying still shook his head and said, "King Wu, the widow has made up his mind, you don't need to persuade him to surrender again."

"Zhao Guo is here, then Zhao Ying is here. If Zhao Guo dies, then Zhao Ying dies!"

Good words can't persuade damned ghosts.

In order to reduce casualties, Qingji originally had a little hope in his heart and wanted to persuade Zhao Ying to surrender.

However, it is obviously impossible for Zhao Ying to be soft.

After knowing that this battle was inevitable, Qingji didn't need to say much, slowly stood up, and finally saluted Zhao Ying, turned around and got on the chariot, and returned to the phalanx of the Wu army.

"Soldiers, sons and daughters of Great Wu!"

Qing Ji, who was standing on top of the chariot, pulled out the Longyuan sword at his waist, held the sword high, pointed at the enemy phalanx opposite, and shouted loudly: "Destroy Zhao, fight here!"

"Dye our robes with the blood of our enemies!"

"Go to war—"

"Kill!"

With Qingji's order, the soldiers of the Wu army, who had long been ready to attack, immediately rushed towards the enemy on the opposite side like a flood that had opened the floodgates.

In terms of troops, they are at a disadvantage.

However, the Zhao army on the opposite side is really vulnerable.

The elite divisions of Zhao State are all on the front line of Changping and Handan, plus the previous Qi

The soldiers and horses lost in the battle of the county, and now the soldiers that Zhao Guoneng can take out, are all temporary patchwork of miscellaneous troops......

said that it was a ragtag army, or complimented Zhao Jun.

It is not difficult to see that most of the Zhao Jun on the opposite side are old men with gray temples and young men who have not yet shed their childishness.

All men from the age of sixty to the age of thirteen or fourteen participated in the war.

It is conceivable how dangerous Zhao Guo has become, and he can even handle such soldiers.

What is even more surprising is that many soldiers of the Zhao army are holding inferior weapons in their hands, guns, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and all kinds of weapons.

Let's ask, how can such a Zhao army conduct a large corps operation?

Isn't that cannon fodder?

"Boom!"

Rushing to the front was the iron cavalry of the Wu army, the iron cavalry of tens of thousands of people, like a crimson wave, rushing towards the Zhao army formation out of control.

"Attack!"

Zhao Ying also gave the order to attack.

Because the cavalry of the Zhao army was too small, it was the thousands of cavalry of Zhongshan that rushed to the forefront.

The two cavalry collided together, and suddenly the man flipped on his back, and the blood flowed profusely.

"Poof!"

"Whew!"

As soon as the battle began, the iron cavalry of the Wu army broke out with extremely terrifying combat effectiveness.

The Zhongshan cavalry, dressed in various colors and with leather armor, rhino armor, iron armor, bronze armor and other armor of different materials, was killed by the Wu army, and their heads were rolling and blood flowing.

The terrible screams echoed through the wilderness, and they lasted for a long time.

In order to prevent the cavalry of the Zhongshan army from breaking up too quickly, Zhao Ying had to personally lead the army to follow and engage the Wu army in a short encounter.

However, the result was just as Kyungji had predicted.

The vast majority of Zhao soldiers and soldiers, who were composed of some old men and teenagers, and whose weapons and equipment were extremely inferior, were vulnerable.

The soldiers of the Wu army fought indomitable, just like cutting melons and vegetables, killing one Zhao soldier after another.

For every ten or more Zhao soldiers killed, only one person will be killed on the Wu army's side.

This is not to say that the Wu army is an elite division.

In fact, the Wu army led by Qingji, except for the trapping camp, the Tiger Ben Army, the Yulin Army, and the iron cavalry of more than 10,000 people under his direct command, belonged to the elite division, and the rest were all county soldiers recruited from various parts of the Wu State.

The combat effectiveness and weapons and equipment of the local army are slightly inferior to those of the forbidden army and the border army, but they should not be underestimated.

"Run!"

"Withdraw!"

"Catch up!"

In less than half an hour, under the fierce offensive of the Wu army, the Zhao army and the Zhongshan army collapsed on the whole line, and they were like headless flies, colliding everywhere and fleeing in all directions.

Even Zhao Ying, under the protection of a group of Zhao army generals and guards, fled in the direction of Jinyang.

Gongzi Zhang, who rushed to the front, was more and more fun to kill, one person and one horse, as if he was in a no-man's land, killing the soldiers of the Zhao army on their backs, and killing a large number of enemies.

The enemy army, about 80,000 people, was routed in less than half an hour?

Is the Wu army too strong, or the Zhao army and the Zhongshan army too weak?

This made Qingji's heart a little puzzled.

"King, order the whole army to attack!"

Zhan Ru, who was following him, seemed to be unable to resist killing some more enemies in order to gain battle merits.