Before leaving, explain in detail, and look back three times in one step.

If there is a choice, Lian Po will definitely be willing to stay in the camp, but unfortunately the task of asking for help can only be completed by him. In addition to him, it is not enough to explain the difficulty of the war, and in addition to him, it is not enough to convince the monarchs and ministers of the Wei State, except for him......

But when he leaves, can Tian Dan and Zhou Qi restrain the army? Especially when the main army on the west bank is surrounded by heavy encirclement, when the army is boiling against the sky, Tian Dan, who is a general of another country, plus Zhou Qi, who has just been promoted to a general, can withstand those arrogant generals?

If you can't resist it and can't march again after the reinforcements arrive, everything you have discussed with the general will be in vain, and the Zhao State will fall into a situation from which you will never recover......

Thinking of this, Lian Po's face changed slightly, and a trace of sweat slowly oozed from his forehead.

After thinking about it for a while, Lian Po seemed to think of something, and then untied his saber from his waist, the long sword was horizontal, and the cold moonlight shone on the heavy long sword, even through the heavy scabbard, he could still feel the chill on the long sword.

It was the slightest chill from the bones and blood that had been accumulated in decades of desperate fighting.

Lian Po gently rubbed the long sword that had followed him for more than ten years, although he was reluctant in his heart, but his face was resolute.

"General Tian. At the time of parting, there was nothing to give, only to use this sword to help the general control the army. With a push of both hands, Lian said to Tian Dan seriously: "Please also ask the general not to resign." ”

Tian Dan watched Lian Po draw his sword, rubbing and handing the sword, a series of actions like flowing water in the same industry, and was slightly stunned on the spot. But soon, Tian Dan understood Lian Po's intentions.

Indeed, although he has some prestige, that bit of prestige is all made in the Qi country. As a native of Qi State, although he has been in Zhao State for some years, he really has no record of success. He has the name of Du Pingjun, but he has no real prestige among the Zhao army.

And Zhou Qi beside him, brave and brave, may be a good hand in battle, but his background has already determined that there is an estrangement with the Jiangmen family, and it is okay to command an army of 20,000 troops, and it is obviously difficult to want more than 100,000 troops to obey his orders.

However, Tian Dan also knows better that the meaning of carrying a sword with him even means that the sword is in the person. How can it be easily handed over to others? Now, he is giving his hands to himself, which is tantamount to entrusting his former and posterior names to himself, which can no longer be expressed in terms of trust.

Tian Dan looked at the long sword in front of him and couldn't help sighing: Zhao Guo has such a loyal general, he really shouldn't die.

Zhou Qi on the side was obviously also shocked, and his eyes couldn't stop wandering between Lian Po and Tian Dan's second general. He knew that what Lian Po handed over was not a sword, but the hope of Zhao Guo, and this handover was not only a handover about the right to deploy more than 100,000 troops, but also a inheritance of responsibility.

After taking this long sword, Tian Dan is no longer An Pingjun who is a fire bull in Jimo City, but a national soldier of Zhao State-Du Pingjun.

Tian Dan naturally understood the weight of this sword, so above the pass, the words that Zhao Kuo had said to himself echoed in his mind over and over again.

"If a country lives and dies for profit, will it not be avoided because of good and evil"

"The people of Zhao are bitter enough!"

Gritting his back molars, his eyes looked at Lian Po quietly, as if everything was silent.

"Smack!"

A pair of thick, calloused hands were already pressed against the sword.

"If a profitable country dies and lives and dies, will it not be avoided because of good fortune and misfortune." Tian Dan said and took Lian Po's long sword.

Lian Po watched Tian Dan take his sword, and unconsciously repeated: "If the country lives and dies, how can it be avoided because of good fortune and misfortune." ”

The two old men stood opposite each other, looking at each other quietly, at this moment, their minds were figured out. Unconsciously, a wave of tears welled up in my heart, and even the moonlight seemed to condense at this moment.

"I'll leave everything to the general." Lian Po let go of his hands, clenched his fists and stood up, and then without waiting for Tian Dan to say more, he lifted his robe, and then left the camp and boarded the car, and if he didn't leave, the tears in his eyes would be left unconsciously.

This is a real parting of life and death.

Neither of them knew if they would survive the ensuing battle.

If it doesn't go well, he will definitely be sent to Qin by Wei as a "vote of name", and in isolation, Tian Dan also had to send troops to resist Qin under extremely unfavorable conditions before the main force on the west bank was exhausted.

Even if Lian Po successfully invited reinforcements, in the face of hundreds of thousands of elite Qin troops, even if everything goes as expected, what are the chances of winning this battle, and what are the chances of surviving?

Nobody knows.

But what they know is that the other party and themselves will do their best, even if they die because of it.

Taking advantage of the night, the Qin army camp was busy dispatching troops.

Also in the dark night, a tightly covered carriage, accompanied by dozens of elite guards, had quietly driven out of the camp of Daliangshan.

Under the dusk moonlight, the shadowy trees between the mountains and forests, the bustling shrubs and grasses, and the occasional croaking of frogs have become their best camouflage.

Out of the camp gate, into the mountains and forests, follow the direction of Pushui, all the way to the south......

Whether it was for the Qin army in the Light Wolf City, or for the Zhao army under the west bank barrier and in the Great Grain Mountain, it was a long night after all, the last calm before the storm.

However, in any case, the long night will pass.

The sound of the horn gradually sounded with the rising sun, and in the camp of the Zhao army under the barrier, hundreds of thousands of troops finally woke up from their beautiful dreams.

Although it is trimming, the necessary exercises are still essential.

The sparse units immediately walked out of the camp under the urging of their respective commanders and commanders and began a day of recovery training.

It's just that unlike in the past, there is less anxiety in the barracks, and more arrogance.

The swords wielded were polished, the armor was scrubbed and shiny, and even the flags were cleaned—where there was a half-point appearance after a fierce battle, it was clear that the appearance of the triumphant squad was about to be triumphant.

Zhao Kuo, who was sitting on the high platform, naturally took in the spirit of the soldiers under his command, and he could understand it very well: the depression of the battle of the barrier for three years completely broke the fear of the Qin army, and the self-confidence naturally increased greatly, especially after chasing the dead and chasing the north, it brought too much confidence to the Zhao army, so that the Zhao army from top to bottom thought that this battle must be devastating, and the whole army was filled with arrogance.

However, Zhao Kuo knew very well that the true strength of the Qin army had not yet begun, and the real vicious war had not yet begun.

The arrogance must not be left behind. Zhao Kuo's brows furrowed into Sichuan characters.

With a glance, Sun Gu beside him immediately understood, and immediately dealt with hundreds of lazy and grinding criminals with military law, which can be regarded as slightly suppressing this crooked trend.