Since ancient times, the way to win a war is nothing more than to use one's own strengths and attack the other's shortcomings.

Whether it is the situation of the soldiers, the tactics of the troops, the yin and yang of the soldiers, or the skills of the soldiers, in the final analysis, they are all about finding a point for their own side to attack the weak with the strong, forming a local advantage, and then breaking the surface with points.

On the Qin side, it is impossible to send a large army into Korea, and the Qin State does have to rest for a while.

Not to mention that the Qin army has been conquering for years and needs to rest.

Grain and grass alone are no longer something that can be purchased with money, and all countries except Qi have banned the bulk trade of strategic materials such as grain and grass, iron ore, and copper ore for merchants who come from Qin or have close contacts with Qin.

The treasury of the Qin State is really empty, and if you forcibly squeeze out the money to buy grain and grass, it will affect the operation of the court and the local government, and the money in Zhang Ji's hands will also affect the business of paper and books.

The business of paper and books is the long-term way that has a far-reaching impact on the Qin state, and in comparison, the chaos in Korea is nothing at all.

It is not a proper thing to forcibly damage the interests of the Qin state, and for his own purposes.

Since he knew that he was working for Ying Zheng, Zhang Ji had repeatedly been connived at by Ying Zheng, and wanted to enter Han to see Red Lotus, so Ying Zheng temporarily gave him the title of Qin envoy, and even acted beyond his authority to settle down with King Han to surrender, but in the final analysis, Zhang Ji took into account the interests of Qin when he met his personal goals, and what Qin paid because of him was far less than what he let Qin get in return, so Ying Zheng indulged Zhang Ji so much.

But if you can't make ends meet, once or twice, it will eventually make Yingzheng unhappy.

Therefore, mobilizing Luo Wang and the Iron Eagle Ruishi around him is the only force that Zhang Ji can use.

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In a wine shop at the gate of Xinzheng Dongcheng, Zhang Ji, Occult Sun, Black and White Xuanjian, General Bi and Six Sword Slaves all gathered here, in addition to six first-class realm killers and twenty-three second-rate realm earth-level net killers, as well as Bai Qi and two hundred Iron Eagle Warriors, all of them combined, less than three hundred.

It's not that Zhang Ji doesn't want to bring more people, it's just that the space of this wine shop and the shop connected to it is limited, and the capacity of 300 people is already the limit, and if there are more, there is a risk of attracting the attention of the city defense army.

There were 3,000 city defenders guarding the gates of the eastern city, and one enemy to ten did not seem to be a problem for this team of less than 300 people.

If it weren't for the fact that some of these 3,000 people occupied the topography of the city, only a few of their grandmasters would be enough.

A first-class realm Gai Nie can annihilate three hundred dragon and tiger cavalry with his own strength with Tianming's oil bottle, not to mention their six grandmaster-level warriors?

As long as there were no bed crossbows that specialized in besieging and killing the generals, it was indeed not a problem for the six grandmasters to annihilate these three thousand people.

However, there is only one chance to take the city gates.

They had to move quickly, and if they were a little late, the four thousand city guards in charge of mobile patrols in the city would arrive to support.

At that time, even if they are unwilling, they will have to retreat, and those secret passages will inevitably be discovered.

After roughly observing the arrangement of the city defense army, Zhang Ji commanded everyone to carry out the operation.

Originally, Zhang Ji was still a little worried about the Iron Eagle Warrior, after all, the elite of the world and the spy killer are different after all, and they are all in armor and have five weapons on their bodies.

But to Zhang Ji's surprise, Iron Eagle Ruishi seems to have put a lot of hard work into concealing his figure, and everyone can do it silently and act like a wind.

Three hundred people scattered in all directions, under the cover of the streets and houses, approached the east gate step by step.

And when Zhang Ji and the others were still about a hundred steps away from the city gate, there was still an Iron Eagle Warrior who was too tall and the wall he was leaning on could not completely cover his figure, and was noticed by the archers at the head of the city.

"Enemy attack!"

A call was like clear water falling into the oil pot, and the city defense army at the east gate instantly exploded.

Dozens of arrows instantly shot towards the Iron Eagle Warrior's hiding place, but none of them hit.

The city defense army is not an elite soldier, and the distance of 100 steps is close to the range limit of ordinary bows and arrows.

Before the arrow reached the place where the Iron Eagle Warrior was, it already appeared limp, and fell to the ground in a staggering manner.

Seeing that Bai Qi had been exposed, he no longer concealed his whereabouts, and his majestic and low roar was like thunder under the coercion of internal force: "Sons, kill!" ”

A row of Iron Eagle Warriors dressed in black heavy armor took off their cowhide shields and stood straight on the street in front of the east gate.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds and fell on their armor, covered in armor with a tall, tower-like body that shimmered with cold metal, and a fierce murderous aura filled the air around them, making people shudder.

Behind them, a row of Iron Eagle Warriors armed with iron-tired stiff bows took out a long arrow from the quiver on the waist of the shield in the front row, aiming at the Korean crossbowmen at the head of the city. From their stable posture and focused eyes, as well as the speed of shooting, it can be seen that they have excellent shooting skills and literacy.

Different from the city defense army of Xinzheng, the iron-tired hard bow in the hands of the Iron Eagle Warrior is built separately according to the arm strength of each Iron Eagle Warrior, and the range can reach one hundred and seventy steps at the earliest.

The bowstring was curved like a full moon and emitted a low, hoarse humming sound, as if calling for the coming of war.

Moreover, the arrows used by the Iron Eagle Sharps are long arrows. Long arrows don't have the same rate of fire as short arrows, but they have more control over the arrows and are less affected by air currents.

In other words, long arrows are more accurate at shooting than short arrows. At the moment of separation from the bowstring, each arrow flew towards the target with a breaking sound, and the trajectory of the flight was straight and steady.

Iron Eagle Ruishi is a good shooter, and almost all of the more than 50 arrows hit, and the arrows penetrated the armor, and bright red blood gushed out, dyeing the body of a Han soldier red.

Seeing that there were only more than 200 Iron Eagle Warriors, the Han soldiers under the city had the intention to bully the few with more, and gathered to rush towards the military formation formed by the Iron Eagle Warriors, dense like a swarm of bees, wielding sharp blades and letting out a roaring roar.

But this was only a hundred paces away, and the Han soldiers who rushed towards the Iron Eagle Warriors fell more than 200 people under the shot of the Iron Tire Bow.

A terrible wail echoed across the battlefield, but the Iron Eagle warriors simply took out arrows from the quiver on the waist of the robe in front of them with a blank face and fired four rounds of rapid fire. Their movements were swift and accurate, and every shot carried a hint of cold killing intent.

When the Han soldiers rushed to a distance of less than twenty paces in front of the Iron Eagle Warriors' formation, they retreated ten steps back in an orderly manner, and a row of Iron Eagle Warriors with short spears slowly stepped forward to take the place of the archers.

With a slight twist at the end of the short spear, a subtle crunch came from the spear, and a section suddenly stretched out from the spear body, turning the short spear into a spear.

This is an iron spear designed by Qin Mo for the Iron Eagle Sharps, which is retractable and easy to carry, and is designed with the Iron Eagle Sharps in mind when performing the hidden mission.

Spears pierced out from the gaps in the shield formed by the cowhide shield, and the metallic texture of the spears shone in the sunlight, like a poisonous dragon stretching out, devouring the lives of the enemies in front of them.

Each spear danced in his hand, forming an impregnable wall of spears, compressing the little living space left in front of the Iron Eagle Warriors' military formation to the extreme.

In just a moment, the Iron Eagle Warriors suffered heavy casualties in front of their formation.

Blood sprayed like a fountain, staining the earth red. On the battlefield, the screams and moans of the Han soldiers were intertwined, forming a heart-palpitating death song.

But if it is said that there are heavy casualties, these Han soldiers who attacked the Iron Eagle Sharp Soldier Army are lucky.

The Han soldiers at the head of the city and near the city gate can be regarded as truly experiencing what is called a dimensionality reduction strike.

Under the sunlight, one after another sword qi broke through the air, like a meteor streaked across the night sky, splitting the air with the power of destruction.

Accompanied by the sound of electricity under his feet, every step Zhang Ji took brought an invisible current, the electric light flickered, as fast as lightning, the Zhan Lu sword danced in his hand, the sword light was like a waterfall, dazzling and fierce.

Zhang Ji, who shuttled between the soldiers of Han, was like a ghost walking in the world, summoning death. Every time he passed by a Korean sergeant, a terrible wail rang out, blood spilled, and life was lost.

But before the wailing sound came out of his throat, Zhang Ji had already appeared next to another Han sergeant. After slashing ten people in a row, Zhang Ji's pace slowed down slightly, but his gaze became more and more cold, each sword carried an unstoppable sword aura, and the majestic and calm ink-colored internal force was unprecedentedly restless, as if it could tear everything apart.

If you have eyesight, you will recognize the swordsmanship that Zhang Ji is using at this moment.

As we all know, the Mohists have two of the most famous swordsmanship.

One is the "Mozi Swordsmanship", known as the strongest defensive swordsmanship in the world, and the other set is called "Ten Steps and One Killing Method", known as the strongest killing swordsmanship in the world.

And under the city, the city gate of the east gate was wearing heavy armor, but it was also instantly cut into two pieces by the black and white Xuanjian sword qi and the three guards around him, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the stumps and broken arms danced in the air, like a terrifying picture.

Without the city gate order as the commander, the city defense army's military formation was temporarily out of order.

The soldiers looked around in horror, looking for a new commander.

However, it was precisely by taking advantage of this opportunity that the rest of the grandmasters used their own means to face this group of unformed military formations, jumped over the encirclement of the military formation, pointed their swords at the officers in the city defense army, and opened a killing spree.

The Occult Sun slashed the city gate Cheng who took over the command in order, and on the Occult Sun Sword wrapped in blood-red sword qi, it was impossible to distinguish which was viscous blood and which was the blood-red sword qi that gathered on the sword.

The six sword slaves acted separately, their movements were agile and swift, and they quickly shuttled between the battlefields like cheetahs, and found three officers in succession who tried to take over the command of the city defense army, their swords flashing and blood splashing.

Each slash was accompanied by a terrible scream that made people shudder.

In fact, as far as a regular army is concerned, there is very little such situation in which after the commander of the army is killed, the army will fall into a situation where there is no one to command, and the command system will be quickly routed.

In fact, there are lieutenant generals, generals, and other officers in the army who can take over the command in order, and the biggest impact of the death of the chief general is the impact on morale.

However, as one of the officers who had taken over the command was beheaded one by one, the officers who were supposed to take over the command did not dare to speak out again.

Faced with the ruthless slaughter of the black and white Xuanjian, the Six Sword Slaves, and the Hidden Sun, his heart was filled with fear and despair.

In this terrifying battlefield, they felt the breath of death approaching, as if an invisible hand in the darkness was rapidly pulling their lifeline.

And the people who have a deeper perception of this are still the ordinary Han soldiers.

The unbreakable military formation in front of them was twisting the string in their hearts little by little, and with the complete loss of the command order, and witnessing the brutal killing of an officer, the string in their hearts seemed to be twisted to the extreme, and with Bai Qi's order to turn defense into attack, it completely collapsed, and began to rout.

In a matter of moments, the rout spread among the city defenders, and they were no longer warriors, but a herd of lambs bound by fear and despair.

Only, the sound of flesh being cut came from their faces, necks, torsos, and limbs.

The running movements of a group of Han soldiers slowly stopped, but instead of regaining their fighting spirit, their eyes widened and they clutched their throats in disbelief.

Arteries ruptured, blood poured out, and as they fell, even their bodies were cut off and scattered on the battlefield.

And this is the ruthless silk array arranged by the Black Widow among the Eight Exquisite Dragons.

While the rest of the people were fighting, she took over the control of Ba Linglong and silently arranged a ruthless silk array.

Ruthless silk is a special silk thread made by Luo Net, extremely sharp, can cut stone pillars, big trees, as long as the internal force is instilled in the ruthless silk, even the ground and high walls are just a matter of Black Widow waving her fingertips.

Moreover, in the wooden box behind the black widow, a poisonous bee with a dark and cold glow flashing at the tail flew out.

Their bodies resemble swarthy agate, and each pair of transparent wings exudes an alluring sheen of poisonous honey. As they fly, the breeze gently blows their wings with a low, rapid humming sound.

The curled body of the poisonous bee is covered with fine lines, like a labyrinth, exuding a strange and mysterious ghostly light, as if endless conspiracies are hidden in the honey.

The sharp tail spines glisten in the sunlight, and they are like poisonous thorns that release poison in an instant when they pierce the human body.

The sound of the vibrating wings of the poisonous bee was completely drowned out by the shouts of killing, wailing and begging for mercy on the battlefield, intertwined with the imperceptible ruthless silk of the black widow wrapped around her fingertips, forming a terrifying and beautiful picture, in this boiling battlefield, silently harvesting life one by one.

As the Iron Eagle Warriors rushed to the city gate, put down the heavy latch, and pulled open the heavy city gate together, the army of Snow Clothes Fort gathered outside the city rushed straight into the battlefield under the arrows formed by more than a thousand white armor cavalry.

After a while, the already one-sided battlefield fell silent.

There were no more shouts of killing, only a few sporadic wails and begs for mercy.

On the battlefield, the smell of blood was pervasive, the corpses were piled up, and the sun was shining through the smoke and dust, reflecting a terrifying and poignant scene.

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