Despair!

The deep despair completely enveloped Xinlingjun and the thousands of elites under his command.

Yes, after two days of traveling, there were less than 7,000 horses left under the command of Xinlingjun.

The remaining 3,000 elites did not desert and left, but stayed in this homeland forever in order to block the cavalry of the Zhao army.

It's a pity that even if they are tragic enough, their efforts at the cost of their lives in front of Tian Dan's 10,000 troops have come to naught in an instant.

Just when they were only ten miles away from their national capital, Daliang, they ran into the Zhao army that was waiting for them.

I was about to see the rising sun, but I was stopped alive.

It's not that Xin Lingjun didn't choose a route, in fact, Xin Lingjun has already divided several detachments to influence Zhao Jun's judgment from all directions.

But on the contrary, Tian Dan and his army of 10,000 were in front of him.

Except for the sentence "Heaven is dead", Xin Lingjun couldn't express more information at all.

If he can do it all over again, Xinling Jun will definitely split the 7,000 troops in his hand into seven parts, even if he can break into the city one or two parts, it is also hope for Daliang City!

Oh no!

If he could do it all over again, Xinling Jun would never fight this decisive battle with Zhao Kuo without his might;

Even, Xin Lingjun would not suggest that the King of Wei participate in the battle of Zhao and Qin again, starting with the initial "stealing talismans to save Zhao".

It's a pity that there has never been any regret medicine in this world.

Of course, in fact, even if the Xinling Jun soldiers were divided into seven routes, it would not make any sense at all.

The small detachments he sent, one of which was counted as one, were all captured by the cavalry of the Zhao army, and it was precisely by eliminating all the wrong answers that Tian Dan could accurately capture the only correct answer.

It can be said that since Xin Lingjun failed to get rid of Zhao Jun's pursuit army, he had no chance.

The two-day escape was just a game of cat and mouse played by Zhao Jun with Xinlingjun in order to avoid more losses after seeing the power of the Wei army's decisive decision.

And with the emergence of the Tiandan Army, this game should also come to an end.

Just when Xin Lingjun mustered up the last courage and wanted to rush Zhao Jun Tiandan's army formation with the exhausted seven thousand under his command, a whimpering horn slowly came from the rear of Xin Lingjun.

That soul-like voice, Xin Lingjun is all too familiar.

It was the sound of the horn from the advance of the Zhao army.

For two days, this ghostly voice lingered in Xinlingjun's ears almost all the time, and Xinlingjun was almost tortured to death by this voice.

It's just that when the whimpering horn sounded in Xin Lingjun's ears, Xin Lingjun calmed down instead.

He understood that his time was coming to an end, albeit at a very unhappy end.

But Shinling-kun is content, because he has already worked hard, and he has done his best for his motherland.

Whatever the reason, there is no doubt that he ultimately failed, and badly. But he was able to take it all in stride.

Perhaps, from the moment he set foot on the flight, Xinlingjun had already expected this outcome, or perhaps in the pouring rain of retreating from Changping to Wei, Xinlingjun had become accustomed to the taste of failure.

It's just that, looking at the blank eyes of his subordinates, Xinlingjun, who thought that he had no waves, couldn't help but feel the slightest ripple.

He knew that the soldiers around him were the most loyal troops, otherwise he would not have been able to accompany him through the escape of life and death for two days and three nights.

But the more I knew, the more distressed I felt.

What a soldier!

Sighing lightly, Xinlingjun said slowly, "Summoning the whole army, lay down your arms, and surrender."

"General!" The soldiers around him immediately had to persuade him.

"There are blockers in front and pursuits behind, so there's no need to put up fearless resistance." Xin Lingjun sighed lightly and continued.

Raise your head and look

Looking at the sun that had not yet shown its face, the golden light was about to pierce the faint thin clouds for a moment.

Looking at the golden pomp and circumstance in the sky, Xin Lingjun couldn't help but mutter, "There is no power in this world that can stop the Zhao Kingdom from dominating the world."

When the words fell, the ten thousand golden rays of light instantly pierced the thin clouds, projecting ten thousand points of golden light to the earth.

"Descend!" Xin Lingjun closed his eyes and quietly felt the glory.

sighed lightly, and the soldiers around him stopped talking, turned the horse's head, and passed on the order of Xinling Jun: "The king has an order, put down the blade, and surrender!"

The soldiers of the Wei army who heard the order instantly fell into infinite confusion.

Surrender?

They really don't want to.

But listening to the order in their ears and looking at Zhao Jun Daxu who was getting closer and closer in the distance, everyone understood that surrender would be their best ending.

With a sound of "dang chang", a Wei sergeant finally put down his blade according to the order.

Immediately afterwards, more Wei soldiers finally gave up the last trace of obsession in their hearts.

Just when the sound of "dang long, dang long" resounded one after another, Xin Lingjun quietly pulled out the sword at his waist.

With a "snap", the delicate scabbard fell mercilessly to the ground.

The soldiers around Xinlingjun followed and looked towards their lord, but saw that the sharp sword had been put on Xinlingjun's neck.

In the sunlight, the sword made of hundreds of smelters shone brightly, sparkling like a boulder thrown into the calm water.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

A group of personal soldiers and Wei soldiers who reacted ran towards Xinlingjun in unison.

"Stop." Xin Lingjun's words were still calm and majestic.

For a while, everyone was really forced by Xinlingjun's words and stopped alive.

"I lost my power and humiliated the country, I am ashamed of the king, I am ashamed of the generals, and I am ashamed of Jiuquan." Xin Lingjun looked around at everyone and said slowly.

"Your Majesty!"

"The Zhao army is powerful, and it is not a crime of war."

"Your Majesty!"

Listening to Xin Lingjun's words, the soldiers of the Wei army were already crying one by one.

Although Xinlingjun did not lead them to many victories, as a king above ten thousand people under one person, he slept and slept with them.

And since the self-confidence Lingjun took charge of the army, he will be rewarded and punished, although he is defeated in the battle, he will be gracious and sufficient, and if he wins the battle, he will share the benefits of the public.

Just ask, how many nobles can do this?

In fact, the soldiers of the Wei army really didn't want much, and it just so happened that Xin Lingjun had done his best.

This is also the reason why even if Xinlingjun was defeated by Zhao the day before yesterday, there were still tens of thousands of Wei troops who were willing to follow him without abandoning.

It's a pity that now, Xinlingjun is leaving them.

Looking at everyone's tearful eyes, Xin Lingjun's heart also felt a little better.

Perhaps, as a general, he is not the best on the battlefield, but he should not be too bad to be recognized by the soldiers under his command.

While thinking, Xin Lingjun cast his gaze on the red "Zhao" character behind him, as if waiting for an answer from Zhao Kuo.

A gust of wind passed, and the crimson word "Zhao" flew in the wind, as if a giant was nodding slightly to Xin Lingjun.

At this moment, Xinlingjun was really relieved.

"Tell my king, Wuji is incompetent, and he has failed to turn the tide for my Wei country, so he can only apologize with death. May my king plan for the people of Wei and for the temple of Wei ......"

Closing his eyes slightly, Xin Lingjun did not continue to speak.

When the news of his defeat and death came back to Daliang, perhaps without his own words, the King of Wei would come out of his own hands and surrender to Zhao.

Shaking his head slightly, Xin Lingjun immediately looked at the big man moving in the wind.

"Zhao Kuo." Xinling Junhu shouted, "Don't hurt my pawn,

Be kind to the people! Wei Jun, surrender!"

With that, Xin Lingjun's right hand was horizontal, and the sharp sword instantly drew a blood line at the neck.

Then, with a thud, the sword fell to the ground, and gurgling blood gushed out from the blood line in an instant.

"Your Majesty!"

Xin Lingjun's personal soldiers and a group of Wei soldiers rushed to Xin Lingjun's side.

It's a pity that they were greeted only by a sky full of blood flowers and a soft corpse.

After all, Shinling-kun fell into the arms of his dearest warriors.

Luckily?

Sad?

In this life, Xinlingjun has gained more trust than in history, but he has not ushered in such opportunities as in history.

Because of the existence of Zhao Kuo, Wei was no longer the leader of the anti-Qin state, and even the right to speak was deprived by Zhao State;

Because of Zhao Kuo's existence, Xinlingjun failed to lead the division of the Five Kingdoms as he did in history, let alone complete the feat of knocking on Hangu.

But his life is still magnificent, and he has no regrets.

Compared with the depressed end in history, perhaps Xinlingjun hopes for the ending now.

The general died immediately, and the horse leather shrouded the body, so what's the matter?

I am most afraid, I am old in bed, my heart is in the spear, my strength is not half a two, I sigh that the years are like water, and there are two lines of tears.

As if they had heard the call of Xinling Jun's deathbed, Zhao Kuo and Tian Dan sent their troops to inquire about the situation.

After confirming that the Wei army had all laid down its weapons, Zhao Kuo also immediately arranged troops to gather the Wei army.

As for Xinlingjun, Zhao Kuo ordered someone to build the coffin, and in front of the Wei army soldiers, he personally put Xinlingjun into it.

For this Warring States prince, Zhao Kuo still admires him very much.

If he could, Zhao Kuo even wanted him to enter his central position after dominating the world.

Just the overall view shown by "Wai Wei to Save Zhao" is enough to give him a place in the cabinet.

It's a pity that he chose another path after all.

Of course, this is not surprising.

As a member of the public office, and bearing such an important burden of the Wei State, it is not surprising that he committed suicide after being defeated and shameless, maybe if he changed himself, it would be the same.

Success and defeat have always been like this.

personally put Xinlingjun into the coffin, and Zhao Kuo immediately took 100,000 Zhao troops (90,000 himself, 10,000 Tiandan) to Daliang City.

Stop the attack and send his own soldiers to send Xinlingjun's coffin into Daliang City, everything is already in plain sight......

Riding a war horse, Zhao Kuo quietly waited for King Wei's final choice.