"Is he a human or a ghost?" In the morning light of dawn, Pang Xuan looked at the battlefield in front of the Jingshui pontoon bridge at the end of his sight, and his increasingly old face was already unable to hide his horror.

At the end of his line of sight, a tall figure holding a halberd stood in front of the pontoon bridge, the armor on his body could no longer see its original color, but the dark red color flashed in the morning light, which was the color of the blood used by countless Zhao Wei allied soldiers.

Since the attack of the Zhao and Wei coalition forces launched last night, it has not stopped, the Zhao and Wei coalition forces have changed wave after wave, the attack has lasted from last night to the early morning at this time, and the Qin State Praetorian Guards have also continued to rotate, on the body of that figure, the Qin State Janissaries have changed back and forth no less than ten times, but that figure has never taken a step back from beginning to end.

Dian Qing, who was bent on avenging his division, once again launched a charge, and this time, there was no Qin State guard beside that figure, and there was only a figure of a halberd.

In Pang Xuan's sight, the long halberd that was stained with blood was raised high, and the true qi like a stream of water gathered at the top of the halberd, and then slashed down vertically, making the extremely familiar and fearful energy group of the Zhao and Wei coalition forces attack and kill Wei Wushu, where it passed, ploughed out a deep trace on the ground, and the clods of earth and stones were wrapped, and when it hit in front of Wei Wushu, it had become a huge ball of earth and stone, and then exploded.

Even if Wei Wushu held an iron shield and wore heavy armor, more than a dozen people were blown away in an instant, and a huge crack was opened in the formation, and under the flying of earth and stones, it was like a hidden weapon, impacting Wei Wushu, and the lucky person had iron armor protection, although he could be injured, but he couldn't die, but unfortunately, he was penetrated through his face and head by intuition.

Under one blow, a team of Wei Wu soldiers was almost wiped out, and such a powerful attack seemed to be just ordinary for that figure.

In the battle that lasted all night, whenever the Qin State Guards were unable to support it, that figure would use such an attack, so unpretentious, but so terrifying.

At this moment, in Pang Xuan's mind, the shadow of a war sword he had seen couldn't help but appear: Zhenyue, the sword of Li Mu, the pillar stone in the north of Zhao State.

"Zhenyue, I think that's it, right?" Pang Xuan sighed, and only felt disheartened for a while.

Pang Xuan has lived at such an age, he has been to the country of Qi, he has traveled to the Three Jins, he has seen a lot of first-class masters, even if it is a grandmaster master, he has also seen a lot, not to mention anything else, the famous Gongsun Long, who was famous in the land of Yanqi back then, this famous grandmaster who has almost one foot has stepped into the realm of the great grandmaster, stepped into the realm of the grandmaster with the saying of leaving Jianbai, and interpreted the way of fame and reality to the extreme, between the virtual and the real, the changes are endless, and he is the best at group battles, but even if it is Gongsun Long, when it comes to group combat ability, compared with Yang Ming at this time, it is also much inferiorIt was a whole night of high-intensity fighting, and he didn't even show any exhaustion.

This strength alone is already appalling.

"General, the forward of the Qin army that has returned to the aid is only eighty miles away from here." A personal soldier galloped from afar, came to Pang Xuan, and whispered.

"It's been eighty miles, and it seems that I can't take his life after all." Pang Xuan said, and for a while he only felt that he was happy.

Yesterday, he had already received the news that Lü Buwei personally led the army back to help, and at that time he already knew that his plan to attack Xianyang this time was impossible to succeed, and all he could do was to withdraw the army.

But before withdrawing the army, Pang Xuan still wanted to do one thing, that is, to completely destroy the Qin State and their leader Yang Ming.

In a few days of battle, Yang Ming and this Praetorian Guard caused heavy casualties to the coalition army, but there was nothing to be done, from Zhu Hai, the general of Wei, to ordinary soldiers, the number of casualties in the hands of this Qin Praetorian Guard was even higher than the casualties of the siege soldiers.

Especially Yang Ming's ability in this battle made Pang Xuan even more frightened, the invincible martial arts in the army, coupled with the awareness of the military situation, was almost invincible when he was in battle.

Pang Xuan wanted to kill such an existence before retreating, so even if the plan to raid Xianyang this time had failed, it could not be regarded as fruitless.

It is precisely because of this that Pang Xuan ordered to attack the pontoon bridge overnight, but with the approach of the Qin army's advance, the possibility of success of Pang Xuan's plan has become smaller and smaller.

"That's it, that's it, these people should be famous all over the world." Pang Xuan sighed, bitter and unwilling in his heart, and even had envy, but it could only be so.

This world is very big and there are many people, but the real protagonist is limited, Pang Xuan also wants to be the protagonist of this scene on the stage called Tianxia, but unfortunately, this time, he is destined to become a supporting role, and the real protagonist is someone else.

"Withdraw your troops." Pang Xuan regained his composure again as he spoke, but he knew that his life was about to come to a real end.

As the Zhao and Wei coalition forces Mingjin withdrew their troops, the soldiers on the battlefield retreated one after another, and only Dianqing took a deep look at Yang Ming, who was still at the bridgehead, when he left.

He vaguely realized that it was impossible for him to avenge his master in this life.

As the Zhao and Wei coalition forces faded, on the sandbank, there were almost no Qin army guards who could stand, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, among them, some of them had died, some were struggling with their injuries, and some were exhausted, and to some extent they were all people who had lost their combat power.

If the Zhao-Wei coalition continued to attack, they would have to withdraw from the sandbar and flee to the north bank of Jingshui.

Fortunately, the Zhao-Wei coalition has withdrawn, but what next? Where do they go from here?

Meng Tian stroked his sideburns, there was a wound that was scratched by a feather arrow, although it was not serious, but it was extremely painful, from time to time it made his head dizzy, on his body, there were more wounds, and the iron armor was already full of holes, because there were too many wounds, so that too much blood was shed, so that he was not able to participate in last night's battle.

"What are you going to do next?" Meng Tian leaned on the spear and subconsciously looked at the back of the bridge.

By Meng Tian's side, there was Wang Ben lying on the ground, in the battle last night, except for Yang Ming, he was the one who lasted the longest, but even if he was a fierce general who was promoted to the first-class realm with military martial arts, under the endless attack of the enemy, he only lasted until the second half of the night, and he was already tired and lost ninety percent of his combat strength, and had to retreat into the barracks of the sandbar to rest, until this time, he only recovered three points of strength.

In the army, no matter how brave you are, the enemy also has a way to consume you to death, the real terrifying person is like Yang Ming, who is strong in force and has almost endless physical strength, but as long as it is a human being, there is a limit, how can there be a truly invincible person.

"What are you laughing at? Can you still laugh now? In another place, Li Xin's cousin Li Ju looked at his comrade Yun Ze, who was pillowed on the shield and had half of his arm cut off, and said with a little anger.

"Hey, I'm the injured number now, okay, is it possible that I don't laugh and cry?" Yun Ze grinned, it seemed that the person who had half of his arm cut off was not him.

"You?" Li Ju looked at Yun Ze with a smile on his face, and all his words only turned into a sigh.

After participating in the competition of Ganquan Palace, he and Yun Ze were recruited into the Praetorian Guard by Yang Ming, who was the captain of Ganquan Palace, and held the position of leading respectively, and then was promoted by Yang Ming all the way to the general, and Wei Wei was the third general of the Ganquan Palace Guard.

These days, an ordinary man from Nanjun has already become friends with the children of the big clan from Longxi, for Yun Ze, Li Ju knows Yun Ze very well, and knows how difficult it is for Yun Ze to enter Xianyang step by step from Nanjun, but right now, Yun Ze, who has lost his arm for half a day, has almost broken his future in the army, even if because of his military exploits at this time, Yun Ze is enough to have a not low title, but for people like them, this should only be a beginning, not an end.

"Hey, hey, it hurts." Yun Ze suddenly covered his broken arm and said.

"It hurts you." Li Ju said with disgust.

"You can't do it, you can't." Yun Ze shook his head, and then said: "It's just a little troublesome, if you go back, you will be asked by the clansmen, why did you come back, it's really hard to answer." ”

"That's all you think about right now?" Li Ju glared.

"I'm really envious of Zhongcheng, if I can have half of his martial arts, the clansmen will probably be proud of me." Yun Ze sighed, his broken arm was not painless, but he had something he cared about more.

He pinned too much hope on his people, but now, he was about to let them down, especially since he might not be able to find the two sisters he lost in his childhood.

"Do you want to compare with Zhongcheng too?" Li Ho instinctively retorted.

"Actually, you don't have to go back to Nanjun, you can stay in Xianyang." Li Ju thought for a while and said.

"What can you do if you stay? Accept your fate, O man. Yun Ze said no more.

When the Zhao Wei coalition army completely retreated, Yang Ming also returned to the sandbank, even if there was a terrifying recovery speed of three points of vitality, Yang Ming at this time couldn't help but feel a feeling of exhaustion at the limit, his internal breath can be endless, but a person's energy is limited after all, he is still alone.

"Zhongcheng."

"Zhongcheng."

When Yang Ming stepped on the sandbank, the soldiers, whether lying down or standing, subconsciously straightened up one by one.

Some of these guards were from nobles, and some were from commoners, but no matter what family they came from, here, they were all soldiers of the Qin army and soldiers under Yang Ming.

They knew that last night, if Yang Ming hadn't been on the front line, it would have been difficult for them to survive under the onslaught of the Zhao and Wei coalition forces at any cost.

For Yang Ming, they are truly grateful, as generals, there is no shortage of caring soldiers, but it is very rare to be able to do something like Yang Ming.