Jing Chen.

The square is high, under the center, such as the depth of the bottom of the well, such as the head of the stove.

Yan Zhao is said to be a mountain ridge, and the lower view is like a well, so it is called a well.

This place has always been a battleground for soldiers.

It is Zhao Guo's throat.

The army led by Wang Jian sat on these throats, lurking like locusts at the other end of the well, waiting to eat away the raw meat in the shell.

Look out to the other end.

Over the wild forest, over the mountains, through the wind and snow, is the Zhao army led by Li Mu, the bonfire is located, and the tents are arrayed in an orderly manner.

From time to time, Zhao Jun, who was armed with a scimitar at his waist and holding a torch, stepped on the creaking snow and patrolled the surrounding movements.

"I'm hungry."

The night was cold, and the soldiers in the tent put their hands on their companions' chests and touched them, "Do you have anything to eat here?" ”

The big rough and chapped palms made his companion grin.

"No, you go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep."

"I want to eat flatbread, before my mother sent me out, my sister and I ate half a flatbread alone, my mother didn't have to eat, she also said that she slept back to the cage, and she was not hungry when she fell asleep." The soldier had just been drafted, he was immature, and his face was full of expectations, "With Wu Anjun here, you say, we can win, right?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The man was so hungry that he couldn't sleep, so he picked up the water bladder.

There was still a little smell of mare's milk wine in it, and he was instigated, swallowing and spitting, "Wu Anjun is the god of war, and he will win all battles!" If you lose, you will be a ghost, you rookie don't be afraid, and don't think too much. ”

"What are you eating? I'd like to take a bite too. ”

"I'm afraid you're a glutton, I'll give it to you."

Until a scolding came from outside: "You guys shut up Lao Tzu!" ”

The inside was instantly silenced.

The black flag was blowing in the blizzard, and the sky was the darkest.

In the shogunate, the leaders of the Qin army stepped on a soft carpet, the heads of the balls were gathered together, the white jade table was placed with pepper mutton, two large pots of dismantled meat, a pile of elbow-length white flour cakes, more than a dozen jars of old Qin wine, and even appetizing wild fruits that were difficult to find in winter.

It's so delicious, but no one cares about it.

They get up early without waiting for the rooster to crow, and now they are foaming at the mouth, and they are discussing the battle situation in high spirits.

"Here, here."

"You see, for more than a year, my ranger scouts have repeatedly found that this place is suitable for ambushes, and you are good at attacking and raiding, and the leader can take the lead first."

"Color!"

Wang Jian watched from the sidelines, standing with a long sword in his hand.

For most of his life, his horse career crawled all over his face, becoming a ravine, facing the new young generals after the former group of Qin kings ascended the throne.

The manager's silence was like a closed box.

When the young generals finished analyzing the terrain and the internal situation of Zhao State, and the military strength.

Wang Jian finally stretched his wrinkled eyelids and swept over their young, vigorous, and flamboyant faces.

At the end, he rubbed the hilt of the sword, opened the mouth of the box, and said hoarsely: "First press the soldiers, the time has not yet come." ”

Li Xin hugged his fists and knelt on the ground, "Boss, the enmity of Qin and Zhao is really not the enmity of Dai Tian, the soldiers are eager to fight, but they have beheaded and made meritorious contributions, and even more is to annihilate Zhao Gou in one fell swoop, a shame before the snow, please also ask the general, forgive me for killing the enemy." We have full authority to listen to the general's orders, and please ask the general to show me! ”

Several young players knelt down one after another.

When they knelt on one knee, their faces were resolute and heroic, and the hot blood almost wanted to be thrown out of their chests, and their eyes were red with the desire to fight.

Wang Jian looked at the only young general standing - his own parent Wang Ben.

Twenty years old.

With two eyes and a mouth, he has a strong physique, a belly and a wolf's waist, and he looks no different from others.

But that one eye looked at him desperately, and the other eye was biased towards the kneeling person below, his expression was straight, but his mind didn't know how many times he had turned.

Seeing that he didn't react, he was bold.

"Poof" also knelt down with a sound, without even raising his head, "The last general asks for his life!" ”

Wang Jian: "."

King Qin sent a few cutting-edge young generals to accompany him, also in the spirit of experience, this Li Xin in the repeated battles, emerged, quite a bit of "little white" style.

He is more optimistic than his own unsuccessful son.

But success is young, and defeat is also defeat at youth.

You don't lead the troops to fight a few major battles, you crawl on the battlefield, take life and death as food, and come up with some reality, even if you blow a trick, it is only on paper.

How vast is the battlefield? How cruel?

When I opened and closed my eyes, there was a pile of white bones sleeping around me. What's more, it is Qin's annihilation campaign to destroy Zhao, which is related to the survival of the country, and what he is facing is not people, but a group of dead people.

A dead man with a cutlass and playing with you.

Not to mention.

So who is Li Mu?

To be able to endure and hibernate for ten years, what kind of perseverance is needed, and what a fierce heart is needed to know how to sacrifice compatriots to protect the overall situation.

Even he was not afraid of the monarchy, when the king of Zhao repeatedly urged him to return to Handan, when the state of Zhao ordered the change of generals, he was still like a rock in the well.

Confront the Qin army.

Such a coach, looking at the ancients in the world, even if there are rookies in the future, it will be difficult to produce such a one.

As long as you show a flaw, you can't survive unless you cut off your tail.

How lonely are you?

Dare to accompany you recklessly with the lives of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of brothers?

His chest rose and fell slightly, Wang Jian rubbed the lines on the hilt of the sword with his fingertips, and his slightly drooping eyelids couldn't reveal any emotion, so he only said, "Do you think the enemy of Qin is Zhao State?" ”

The row of young generals below did not reply, and looked at each other a few times.

"No, there are also Qi countries, Chu countries, Wei countries, and Yan countries." He said coldly, "The long sword of our Qin State swept the world!" ”

The implication is needless to say.

The eyes of several young generals exchanging with each other were hot and hot, and the words that could not be buried in their chests were eager to come out.

At this moment, when Wang Jian was holding this group of stunned youths, it was quite painful.

The shogunate is back in again.

It's Qiang.

Mixed with half Hu blood, he took root and grew up on the soil of the Qin State, wearing a black ribbon on his head, with ancient totems painted on it, and he entered in a hurry, and his cloak was unsolved, stirring his exotic and handsome facial features.

"Boss, the spies are here to report, Li Mu has returned to Zhao Kingdom!"

"What?!"

A pair of blazing eyes shone on him.

Wang Jian stepped forward, his chest vibrating: "Really? ”

Qiang nodded and glanced at the brothers who had seen it: "It's true. ”

"If that's true." Wang Jian narrowed his eyes that were as calm as an old wolf, "Kill Zhao, it's time!" ”

*

A few hours ago.

The wind and snow stopped.

A cold wave swept in.

Under the light of the bean lamp, Li Mupan sat on the futon, rubbing the scimitar little by little, and had not simmered blood in the confrontation with the Qin army for more than a year.

Can be wiped after.

The light of the silver shimmer was more dazzling than the cold snow outside, and he smiled heartily: "Plow!" The sword is not old, just like back then hahahaha. ”

Pears.

It is the meaning of heaven in the Xiongnu language.

The Great Destruction killed more than 100,000 horsemen of the Huns. Destroy the ragged, break the East Hu, descend the forest Hu, and run alone. After that, the Xiongnu did not dare to approach the border city of Zhao.

He is the heaven of the Huns!

It is their nightmare day and night, and it is the wolf that tears them apart!

"Enjoyable. Hahahaha. ”

He leaned back, recalling the days when the prairie was galloping, singing and shepherding sheep, and drinking over the bonfire, and he was already extremely aggrieved when he shrank in this small Jingcheng Mountain.

As for why he was ordered to resist Qin?

How smoky and miasma is in the temple of Zhao State, as dark as a pool of stinky water, and even the world's famous generals have been maliciously slandered, and they have an unwarranted notoriety on their backs.

Doesn't he Li Mu know?

More wins, less wins, now now, it's just that, it's not enough.

If you can't get out of a dead end, you have to change your life after all.

These hundreds of thousands of Zhao troops have been guarding the well for more than a year, and the grain and grass in the rear have been dragged off by the temples of Zhao State, and they can't watch them being consumed to death, they are soldiers of Zhao State, and they would rather die in battle than starve to death.

That's it.

That's all the old man can do.

The sound of fighting outside sounded in the cold night, the wind and snow had stopped, and the silence made people tremble. Just as he was about to lift the tent, he suddenly felt a piercing bone in his right arm, and Li Mu clamped the meridians to stop the pain.

Someone seemed to be calling him behind him.

He looked back.

Sima Shang held the reins in one hand, turned his head with pale face and white hair, and shouted: "Outside, the king's order is not affected!" Since ancient times, it has been like this, tigers and wolves dare to come, we just pull out our teeth and peel off their claws! Ignore everything else, the old man will go first, brother! You have to remember, stick to the well, let the tiger wolf also taste the courage of our Zhao people, and never dream of forgetting the taste of our Zhao people! ”

The mountains and trees of Jingcheng were faded, faded, withered and yellowed, and covered with snow, and the general who had a tacit understanding with Li Mu on the battlefield was gone.

Never came back.

These days are like a scimitar, constantly scraping him, picking his meridians, and draining his blood.

All that was left was a skull frame, a helmet, a heavily armed armor, and a red cloak.

Stepped on the golden boot and stepped out.

In the eyes of thousands of Zhao people.

Come out and become their faith, and become their invincible god of war.

Every time he engaged, Li Xin resolutely shouldered the burden of a thousand catties, and said sentence after sentence from the bottom of his heart: "The last general will take the order!" ”

Life?

What a life.

But he even saw the fate of himself, even his compatriots, and Zhao Guo sadly, his heavenly crippled arm, raised his scimitar, and he could resist the wolf-hu people in the north and the Huqin people in the south, but he couldn't resist the wheel of history after all.

Destiny is called.

of the enemy.

The hand holding the tent trembled non-stop, Li Mu raised his head, and said to himself over and over again, why did he still hold on, why did he have to take the order, and why he had to bear the infamy of rebellion.

On the battlefield, he repeatedly rubbed shoulders with death.

Is honor, status, merit, and official position really so important?

No.

It is the young soldiers who look up to him, look up, look forward to, long, and eagerly hope for him. It is the son crying for his father, the father crying for his son, the brother crying for his brother, the brother crying for his brother, the ancestor crying for his grandson, the wife crying for his husband, the street is full of markets, and the voice of pain is endless.

Li Mu, Li Mu.

Are you really going to abandon them?

But.

What can I do?

At this moment, the sound of armor crashing outside, footsteps sounded, and a sonorous sentence said, "Boss, Han Cang intends to abscond, but he has been captured, please show the general!" ”

Torches crackled outside the tent, and the dissolved waning moon hung on it, with a sharp appearance, and the stormy slaughter was temporarily hidden, as if waiting for the flow of blood to realize a little warmth and coldness.

Li Mu walked out.

Resolute.

Always with the demeanor of a general.

In two or three steps, it is more prominent in the strategizing, winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away with confidence, even if it is the most difficult battle, victory will always belong to him, to the Zhao people, and to the Zhao country.

"Wu Anjun!" The generals clasped their fists and saluted, with the highest respect in their hearts.

Li Mu nodded.

His sharp gaze fell on Han Cang, who was kneeling on the snow by their five flowers.

Han Cang was thin, wearing a precious robe, and his waist was twisted with a silk jade buckle.

The black hair like a waterfall poured down, his face was still dirty, and he kept raising his eyes that were red from the mist, biting his lip with a fierce eagle covered in burrs.

"House slave Han Cang?"

Half of his face, which was originally as muddy as cream, was wrapped in a fur-edged coat, and Han Cang, who was so cold that he couldn't do it, was suddenly questioned by Li Mu. The qi instantly ignited, his head was raised high, and his red lips were slightly leaking, "I know it's your grandfather, don't let him go quickly, be careful if it falls into the hands of your grandfather in the future, the skin will be uncovered for you!" ”

"Hahahahaha

"Hahaha!"

"Are you skinning people or undressing people? Hahahaha! ”

The generals laughed when they saw this shemale scolding with their throats.

One of them is humane, "What kind of grandfather are you fucking, at most a mother, thousands of miles away, sold to the barracks, you don't want to think about it, Jingcheng Mountain is so steep that you can't even fly in, not to mention you, a female fly with a big ass, hahahahaha!" ”

The barracks have always been a bad talk.

Babbling, one sentence stinks more than another.

Han Cang looked at this group of stinky men, and said coldly: "King Zhao's order, dare not obey, and dare to detain important ministers privately, do you know what crime you have committed?" Now I beg your grandfather, maybe I can keep a whole corpse, and spare the lives of your people. ”

"Hahahaha."

"Whew!"

A general raised his foot and kicked Han Cang into the snow.

Watching him twist in embarrassment with weeds in the mud, he spat in his mouth, "Phew! Dog offal! Shemale! You really think that we are desperately working here for King Zhao, just with that lewd slut! But a good fetus fell and entered the belly of a prostitute, what is the king's order or not the king's order! We are not guarding the country for him, we are starving and freezing here, guarding the wives and children at home, and we are guarding thousands of Zhao people! Guarding the Zhao soil for generations! ”

See Li Mu's acquiescence.

They will vent all the anger that is hiding here and ignoring it, and kick Han Cang like a king.

Han Cang was kicked so that his nose bleeded, and his voice was sharp: "Wait for grandpa to wait for a group of rotten thieves, dare to insult King Zhao, grandpa and grandpa will not be ghosts. Ahhh Leave you alone! ”

"the hell?"

Li Mu said coldly at this time, "If you want to be a ghost when you die, it depends on whether the general will allow you." ”