Turning his head, Zhao Kuo was already on his way to the Changping battlefield with more than 50,000 reinforcements.

Zhao Kuo, who was riding on a white horse, looked at the long queue under his command, and his heart was at a loss, and all kinds of schemes in the family house became a little ridiculous and pathetic from the moment he saw the army under his command.

Where is this army of 50,000! It is clearly a group of farmers who have just put down their hoes, put on old armor, replaced with not very sharp swords, and after only a few days of training, they were sent to the battlefield.

Obviously, these tens of thousands of troops are better than nothing.

Of course, this is not the case among the 50,000 troops, and the troops with general combat power are divided into three groups: one is the 5,000 Praetorian Guards that Pingyuan Jun finally persuaded King Zhao to supply Zhao Kuo, the second is the 3,000 personal soldiers led by the family general Xu Li, and the third is the 3,000 soldiers under the command of Duping Jun Tian Dan.

The three forces, totaling more than 10,000 capable soldiers, the first two together form the current Chinese army under Zhao Kuo, and Duping Jun Tianshan was sent by Zhao Kuo as the vanguard and went to the old pass first.

This is already all that Zhao Kuo can get, and even all that King Zhao can give.

The reinforcements are already like this, so what are the 400,000 troops on the front line?

Fifty thousand? Lakh? Or 150,000?

This is not what is written in the history books, dear?

Sure enough, it is better to believe in a book than to have no book, and it is shallow on paper, and I never know that I have to do it!

Zhao Kuo fell into deep worry, whether the original plan could continue to be implemented, Zhao Kuo was really not sure! It is necessary to fully understand the situation on the front line before it is possible to truly sort out a set of ways to crack it.

"Where is the marching Sima!" Thinking of this, Zhao Kuo immediately said.

"The end will be." A member of the general riding a red horse and wearing red armor appeared in Zhao Kuo's field of vision almost instantly, it was the general who persuaded Zhao Kuo to go out of the mountain in Zhao's house that day - Xu Li, who is now Zhao Kuo's marching Sima and is in charge of the army to guard everything.

"How many days is there to get here?" Zhao Kuo then asked.

"General Yu: There are still two days away from this place, if you hurry up, you can arrive at noon the day after tomorrow." Xu Li replied without hesitation.

"In this way, the Ministry of Pingjun, the capital of the first place, should have reached the end of the pass." Zhao Kuo thought silently.

"Orders: First, the whole army should speed up and march overnight, and be sure to rush to the old pass before noon the day after tomorrow; Second, he ordered General Lian Po on the front line to explain the military affairs and meet at the old gate in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. Zhao Kuo resolutely ordered.

"Yes!" Xu Li didn't have the slightest doubt, so he immediately agreed.

With Zhao Kuo's order, several horsemen of the Chinese army flew out and sent a loud message: "The Chinese army has an order: the target is the old pass, accelerate the advance!" ”

There are more than ten horsemen, in groups of three or two, or for the vanguard of the path, or for the messenger of the command, riding horses and rushing forward, it is the elite of the Chinese army to explore the horses, all of them are one person and two horses, wearing a bow and crossbow at the waist, holding a spear in their hands, and the end is mighty and majestic.

"If all 50,000 troops have such elite, why be afraid of the Qin army!" Zhao Kuo sighed.

Xu Li, the general who had just finished the order and returned to Zhao Kuo's side, also sensed his general's deep worries, and said with relief: "General Lian Po has hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, and he has been fighting with the Qin army for a long time, and it is not far from being called elite. ”

Listening to the general's words, Zhao Kuo did not feel a little relieved, but became more worried.

"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is divergent, and now I am safe." Zhao Kuo muttered to himself, his gaze already drifting to the unknown distance.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were helpless against the Qin army, and the idea of troops they brought with them was tantamount to raising soup to stop boiling. What's more, once he arrives at the battlefield, I am afraid that Bai Qi on the opposite side will also arrive in Danshui with reinforcements from Hanoi, which is tantamount to adding another handful of firewood.

Specifically, regardless of the number of generals or soldiers, the Zhao army did not have an advantage. The only individual combat power that has an advantage, and because of the relationship between the battlefield along the Danshui coast, seriously limited the play of the cavalry of the Zhao army. Obviously, under such conditions, the Qin army, which is known for its foot soldiers, obviously has an advantage over the cavalry of the Zhao army, whether it is crossing the Danshui and attacking the barriers.

This is also the reason why the cavalry of the Zhao army in this battle in history is almost uninkable.

Abandoning the horse as a step seems absurd, but it was Zhao Kuo's only choice at that time.

In this way, their own advantages cannot be brought into play, and the enemy has the advantage, let alone take the initiative to attack the Qin army, I am afraid that it will be difficult to even defend the defensive line.

"Let's take one step at a time!" Zhao Kuo secretly cheered himself up in his heart, after all, "there will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea."

Zhao Kuo, who had figured it out a little, immediately shifted his attention to the way forward, passing through the half moon, and kept burying his head in the pile of old papers, trying to find a way to crack it, but he didn't have time to take a look at the appearance of China thousands of years ago, the Warring States Period.

It was already summer, the clattering horses' hooves broke through the silence of the forest, among the weedy grass and trees, flowers were in full bloom, a few cicadas chirped, a few frogs chirped, and even the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and flowers, and a world was thriving.

However, in a harmonious picture, a few old eagles can be seen from time to time, accompanied by the sound of "quack", slowly passing overhead.

Whenever the old eagle flew by, and after a while, the army passed by, and there were white bones exposed on the side of the road.

A white skeleton was exposed in the wilderness, and the flesh and blood had long been eaten by unknown creatures, leaving a single head in the direction of Handan, silently indicting the darkness of this era.

Obviously, these white bones are the people of Zhao who want to escape the famine in Handan City.

The three-year war not only destroyed the savings of Zhao State, but also the foundation for the survival of countless people of Zhao State.

"The white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles." Zhao Kuo only thought that these two poems were just adjectives, but now he really felt the sadness in them.

And the further he went to the border, the more desolate the road became, and Zhao Kuo's mood became heavier and heavier.

There are also villages near Handan, and you can still see curling smoke in the villages, but further west, not only the number of villages has decreased sharply, even if you finally find a village, you can see it closely, and it has long been deserted. All that remains are a few crumbling fence walls and a few thatched huts with leaky winds, as well as piles of bones piled up in the corners, indicating that there were once human beings here.

Even the pond in the village is a dead silence, the dense dead air floats on the water, it can't even ripple in the summer, only the high temperature of the summer, for it to steam out a cloud, which is a bit distinct. It's a pity that the people in it can't wait for the cicadas to chirp and the frogs to call.

It's a backwater of despair in the truest sense of the word.