Yes, there's still a long way to go! The one who gets the whip first is not necessarily the winner.

"Lou Chang, don't think that you can win on this." Pingyuan Jun thought viciously in his heart, and then with a wave of his hand, a group of thousands of people re-embarked on the regulations.

It's just that Zhao Kuo, who is standing in the prisoner car now, is not comfortable, not only his coat has been taken off, but he has also brought cold chains, and the breeze in the mountains is blowing slightly, and the autumn in the north is considered to have Zhao Kuo appreciated. As the prisoner cart advanced, the bleak autumn wind not only did not slow down, but became stronger and stronger.

With the cold of the north, mixed with a little damp cold of the south, he rushed to his face, and Zhao Kuo shivered with cold! Coupled with the cold chains constantly absorbing and dissipating temperature, in just a moment, Zhao Kuo's originally ruddy face immediately turned white, and then, under the blowing of the autumn wind, it turned from white to red, and then from red to white!

"Bitter meat, how can you eat meat if you don't eat some bitterness!" Zhao Kuo cheered himself up in his heart.

At the beginning, Zhao Kuo still wanted to maintain his handsome and promoted image, but as the prisoner car continued to move forward and the cold wind in the mountains continued to invade, the only energy in his body could only be used to keep out the cold, and the brain gradually lacked blood supply, and the idea of maintaining his image could only be temporarily hidden.

Fortunately, the last obsession allowed Zhao Kuo to maintain the image of Zhan Li, and did not curl up like a maggot.

"That's ugly! As a general, you can't even fall down in death! It's cold!" Zhao Kuo repeatedly warned himself in his heart, and what kept coming to his mind was the scene in "Myth", in which the big-nosed general was injured and exhausted after being broken in order to protect the elixir, but he used a spear to support himself and refused to fall.

"The door for people to get in and out for people to get in and out is locked, and the hole for dogs and crawls away, and a voice cried: Climb out, give you freedom! I longed for freedom, but I also knew that a human body could crawl out of a dog's hole! I can only look forward to that day, when the fire of the earth will rush and burn this living coffin with me, and I shall have eternal life in the fire and blood."

At this time, perhaps only the poems of the Revolution can inspire Zhao Kuo to continue to persevere.

Well, fortunately, the wooden fence of this prisoner cart is quite suitable, just stuck in my position, and we won't fall down against the wooden fence of the prisoner cart! Hey, it would be nice if there was a second pot head or a cowpen mountain!

In Zhao Kuo's thoughts, the prisoner car creaked and continued to move forward.

On the road in early autumn, there were not many pedestrians, and Pingyuan Jun also seemed to feel the anxiety in Zhao Kuo's heart, and lifted the itinerary quickly, and finally before dusk and sunset, the group came to the capital of Zhao - Handan City!

The prisoner car drove on the suspension bridge on the moat, making a creaking sound, and the noisy sounds around it made a piece of noise with the sound of squeaking, which directly woke up the half-asleep Zhao Kuo completely.

I opened my heavy eyelids and looked up slowly, and in a daze, a tall city wall suddenly appeared in my eyes.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he looked at it intently, it was a city that was stronger and taller than the old pass, built with bluestone, and reused rice milk lime to glue and fill the gaps. With Zhao Kuo's experience, on the city wall, the blow of the long knife with all his strength is just a broken corner.

And Zhao Guo can have such a strong city, what if it is not the capital of Handan? Sure enough, continuing to look up, in the center of the high city wall, a huge and flat bluestone, with two words engraved with a big seal - Handan!

Handan! It's finally here.

Zhao Kuo knows: From this moment on, a "war" without gunsmoke, a "war" that is more dangerous than Zhi Changping, is about to unfold slowly, but unfortunately, the center of this "war" is himself, but the protagonist is not himself.

"It's here!" Zhao Kuo seemed to be asking others in a daze, and seemed to be talking to himself.

Without waiting for the people around him to answer, a sad voice came from the front

"My son!"

It is the deep call from Zhao Kuo's mother, who has been waiting under the city gate for more than a few days!

Before the words were spoken, an old woman dressed in a linen coat and covered with a dark cloak staggered straight towards the prisoner cart with a cane, and the soldiers apparently quickly realized that this old woman was most likely the mother of the general

, hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and stepped forward to help.

Hearing the shouts, Pingyuanjun also jumped down from the war horse in the rear, but saw that the old woman had already run to the side of the prisoner's cart, and was holding on to the wooden fence, crying and trying to climb up!

"Mother!" Zhao Kuo, who was bound by the prisoner car, couldn't care about his image, so he struggled and lay down, so that Zhao's mother could get closer to him.

I haven't seen her for a few months, and Zhao's mother's head is full of silver hair, and after a few days of waiting, the whole person is a lot stiffer, and even her hair bun is a little scattered. His trembling hands still struggled to climb onto the not-so-high prison cart, unaware of the pain caused by the barbs of the cart's wooden fence piercing into his shriveled skin.

It's a pity that Zhao's mother is too old after all, and the damn prisoner car obviously didn't leave anyone a place to put her feet, and even climbed twice, but it ended in failure. And the barb hooked a big hole in Zhao's mother's hand, and a little blood instantly stained the fence of the prisoner car along the wound.

"Mother!" Zhao Kuo was shocked, and hurriedly poked his head out of the gap in the fence to prevent his mother from climbing again: "Mother, don't climb."

Zhao Kuo was really panicked, and tears flowed down. He has calculated thousands of people, almost everything, but only forgot to count his dearest people, and now he is in prison, what a blow to this elderly mother! - The sky is falling!

Who said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

The prisoner car, which was originally quite spacious, seemed so cramped at this time. So cramped that Zhao Kuo could only kneel in the prisoner car, so that he could hang his head as low as possible.

Seeing the child's head poking out of the fence, Zhao's mother stopped her desire to climb, and the weak and somewhat rickety mother could only look up at her son, but this was enough for Zhao's mother.

The withered hands slowly rubbed Zhao Kuo's pale face.

Between the tentacles, there was a feeling of coldness, even colder than the bloodless hands of an old lady who was about to die! In an instant, the tears that had been unstoppable burst the embankment again. Heart-wrenching cries filled the city gates again: "It's cold to my son!"

While crying, the old lady was about to reach out and untie her cloak and put it on her son.

Sure enough, friends will only care about whether you can do it and whether you succeed, and only relatives who love you will care about whether you have enough to eat and whether you are warmly dressed!