The battle had been going on for five hours, from three quarters to the beginning of the unitary hour, and the entire battlefield was littered with severed limbs, broken weapons, and tattered flags.

Blood has soaked the mottled meadows of the Daleguan Plain.

The camp of the million-strong army on both sides has long been disrupted, except for some of the generals who are still in formation, most of the soldiers have long been you have me, I have you, it's a mess, anyway, the armor is different, just kill.

Human life is like a mustard, and everyone has become a machine that only knows how to kill and is insensitive.

When the blade was rolled, he picked up the knife of the dead corpse on the ground, and the knife of the dead corpse was gone, so he used the last true qi of the warrior, the hard bar of the vigorous force, in short, he couldn't retreat, he couldn't coax, and he couldn't lift it up if he vented it in one breath.

"On top! Top ......"

Zhang Fan's dark armor has been stained red with blood, both his own and enemies, he is the cavalry centurion of the "war" battalion of the Western Qin Army, the first batch of junior officers after the reform of the Western Qin military system, the family is divided into 120 acres of land, a monthly military salary of 18 taels, plus 80 stone of grain.

This is already the richest in the neighborhood, but he thinks it's nothing, he is a soldier with lofty dreams, that is, he supports the king of Qin to conquer the country and be the founding general, so he must fight hard every battle.

In the past, no matter what enemy he encountered, no matter what kind of big war he experienced, he could always quickly repel the opponent by relying on his indomitable and fearless momentum, but today seems to be different.

Although the opponent's soldiers are weaker, they are also not afraid of death, that is, one of their arms is cut off, and they still muttered "defend the family and defend the country", "kill thieves", and "be loyal to Your Majesty", and fight to the death.

The hundred pawns he led advanced hundreds of meters, and were forced back, forward, backward, pulling and pulling seven or eight times, he calculated, the other party was killed at least 200 people, but there were only a dozen brothers left on his side.

[In view of the general environment, he didn't have time to see which brothers were loyal, this is war, this is no way, the duty of a soldier is to kill the enemy or die on the battlefield.

"Kill ......"

There were hundreds of enemy troops in front of him again, he and his thirteen brothers glanced at each other, rushed forward bravely, quickly killed the enemy army, reflexively reined in the horse and looked again, and he was the only one left.

There was no fear, no sadness, only a sigh of anger, raising the big sword high, and roaring angrily: "Western Qin is invincible, Zhang Fan, the centurion of the battle word battalion, is loyal to the king of Qin, although he is still honored!"

Tighten the reins of the horse, rush to kill again, cut four people with a knife, and see more than a dozen spears stabbed from the side, he will definitely die, he can't help but chuckle, raise his knife and recoil, and calmly die,

Suddenly, I saw four or five hundred Western Qin robes rushing to the left, killing hundreds of Zhou troops with three strikes and five divisions, and the partial general who led the army scolded angrily: "Die to your uncle, there are many of us, follow me to the left and move closer to General Han Qiniang!"

"Whoa! General." Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the corpses of his soldiers with nostalgia.

Everything that happens here is just an insignificant corner of the battlefield.

At this moment, the battlefield that stretches for dozens of miles is fighting everywhere, and it is pulling to the limit at any time. ….

The Central Military Department of the Western Qin Army.

There were only 3,000 cavalry guards and 1,000 Tiefu guards left around King Qin's chariot, and even Taixungong, Yusiliu and Song Laochu and others only stayed in the old camp, and they needed to coordinate the consequences of defeat.

In addition to Xin Zhuo, there are also Sai Qingzhu and Cui Ying'er, who are the commanders of the special troops, and the special troops have not yet reached the time to press.

"This battle is really a battle!"

Sai Qingzhu looked at the battlefield silently, "It's been five hours, the soldiers are almost out of strength, our army has a slight upper hand, but the Zhou army has no intention of retreating, there are too many sons and daughters killed in the battle!"

Cui Ying'er sighed and said, "The Great Zhou Emperor is on the opposite side of the Chinese army, and the King of Qin is also here to sweep the formation, so the two armies naturally have to fight to the death!"

As he spoke, he looked at Xin Zhuo, "King, are the special classes pressed?"

"No hurry!" Xin Zhuo's gaze looked through the dense figures on the battlefield and looked at the dragon roller, "Wait for Ji Chunjiu to make the first move!"

Sai Qingzhu hesitated for a moment: "Does the Great Zhou Emperor have a backhand?"

"There must be!"

Xin Zhuo pinched a grape and threw it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.

Cui Ying'er asked, "What if, he's also waiting for us?"

Xin Zhuo said: "Zhou Jun has already lost the upper hand, is he in a hurry or am I in a hurry?"

Sai Qingzhu and Cui Ying'er glanced at each other and stopped talking, so of course, the Great Zhou Emperor was in a hurry, and Western Qin was slightly better after all.

……

"There are more than 100,000 troops, and they are attacking and killing in a dignified manner, why are there signs of rout so quickly?"

The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was on the dragon, and the Son of Heaven slowly calmed down from the excitement and enthusiasm at the beginning, and then changed from calm to frightened, and then from frightened to anxious.

He has never fought a war, he has been a prince for 20 years, an emperor for two years, on the art of war, he understands, he even read Jiang Yuqing's "The Art of War" several times all night, on strategizing, he thinks that he has extraordinary ability, as an emperor, his vision is wider, his skills are good, and his majesty has a power to reach out.

But the most feared thing in the world is "I think".

Frankly speaking, the royal driving pro-conquest, he also had a bad idea, the Tianwu Army and the Royal Forest Army actually pull to the border every year to fight, in terms of arms and combat power, it is actually not weaker than the second army in front of the palace and Shence, plus the rich rewards and rich food along the way, plus his help from the Son of Heaven, the combat power will definitely be on a higher level.

He did not choose to divide his troops with Jiang Yuqing to play the art of war, but forced the opponent's main force to fight a decisive battle, which was to be afraid of Jiang Yuqing's art of war. In a dignified decisive battle, he felt that there was hope for victory or the possibility of a dead end.

Either way, you can break the myth of Jiang Yuqing's invincibility and completely enhance your imperial majesty.

There are more and more Qinwang troops in the rear, one is the other, and he must be the one who wins!

There's nothing wrong with that!

The problem is that the situation does not go the way he thinks.

"Your Majesty!" Yuan Yi, the general of the Tianwu Army, said with a wry smile: "The Western Qin soldiers are all veterans of a hundred battles, and the heroes of the world are the best soldiers in the world, so it is natural that they will start to gain the upper hand, but if they do not break our army in five hours, the two armies are evenly matched, and our army has the advantage in strength, and there is still hope for victory!"

Ji Chunjiu's eyes flickered, and he lowered his voice: "The ironclad puppet is dispatched!"

Yuan Yi, the Tiger Gonggong who accompanied the army and the others were taken aback: "Your Majesty, the ironclad puppet is the last killing move, it is used to contain the Western Qin demon soldiers, and it cannot be dispatched at will!"

Yuan Yi even said, "You can wait for the ginger thief to take the lead, and our army will move again, or once defeated, you can escort Your Majesty away!"

"Yuan Aiqing, what do you mean by that?" Ji Chunjiu's face was slightly cold.

Yuan Yi, Grandpa Hu and others hurriedly knelt on the ground: "The minister knows his mistake!"

Ji Chunjiu sighed: "I don't want a big victory, I just want the rear hand to attack quickly, you only see that the West Qin has the upper hand, but you don't know that the two armies are exhausted, at this time, the back hand is the first to go out, you can instantly crush the West Qin army, then he will have a back hand, our army can also slowly retreat, step by step, win without victory, hit the morale of the West Qin, and wait for tomorrow to fight again!"

Yuan Yi and the others glanced at each other and felt ...... There is some truth to that!.

Lixia is reborn