"Since I'm going to die, naturally I'm going to take you with me!" Zhao Kuo laughed: "Otherwise, I won't be there when the brothers go on the road, and I won't be able to sleep well at night." ”

"You're the commander of the First Army, you shouldn't have taken any risks with us."

"The general's battle to kill Wang Yi is already an immortal achievement, why bother to come here with us to fight hard."

"We have a cheap life, and if we die, we will die. Why should such a noble person as the general accompany us to death. Song Yi and the others said, making eye contact with each other.

"Since I brought you to die, if I just watched you go down to the Yellow Spring by yourself, I would never be at ease for the rest of my life." Zhao Kuo pulled out his long sword, pointed at the sword and swore: "If you dare to knock me out and send me back, I will immediately swing my sword and commit suicide!" ”

At this time, the oath was very convincing, and the surrounding Zhao Jun looked at Zhao Kuo solemnly, feeling helpless, and could only plan to protect Zhao Kuo desperately. Cheng Zhao was ready to enter the Qin camp and grab the horse directly, and if the battle did not go well, he planned to return with Zhao Kuoqiang to rush to the Qin army's mountain road outpost.

At this time, there are still six days left before the agreed day. Zhao Kuo explained that his subordinates retreated slightly and rested during the day.

He lay himself under a tree, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Despite the decision, he was still entangled, hesitating, and thinking about whether to change his mind.

One step forward, whether it is the abyss or the Cotai Strip, no one can know.

Unlike the last battle of Guguan, which had to be desperate, this time it was Zhao Kuo who took the initiative to venture out to find a fighter. In other words, last time I had to fight hard when I was dying, and this time, it seems like I was killing myself.

To put it mildly, his own life and the lives of these loyal and elite people around him are all on his shoulders.

To put it mildly, the lives of more than 200,000 Zhao troops in Changping were all on his thoughts.

All of this actually stems from the fact that as a traverser, he thinks that Bai Qi will definitely be able to defeat Shu Qi easily, so he has to take precautions and take the initiative to find fighters. The concept of special operations in some military novels in his previous life made him combine his familiarity with the terrain to have this operation.

However, in this era there was no radio, no telegraph, not even fireworks, and the place where you were ready to rush down was not a predetermined place.

After rushing down, will Sima Yue come to answer? Zhao Kuo didn't know the bottom in his heart, he tried to close his eyes, and told himself rationally not to think about this anymore.

He couldn't do what a famous general did, and after making a decision, his heart was like water, and various emotions such as excitement, anxiety, and fear were repeatedly intertwined in his heart.

Maybe it's asleep, maybe it's not. But when night came, he led people to a fork in the road as planned.

It was extremely dangerous to march on the mountain road at night, so the Qin army would not appear on this mountain road unless it was absolutely necessary. The military information of Changping Pass can be transmitted to the Changping battalion through the main road.

But. Just in case, there were several Zhao crossbowmen in ambush on the far side of the road, and they could shoot themselves as long as the Qin army appeared.

Then Zhao Kuo could only retreat.

Or raid early, even if you don't answer.

Zhao Kuo did not intend to force the Qin army outpost. In case the Qin army there sounded the big drum of reporting in time, or if the Qin army became a fish that slipped through the net and returned to report the news, then the raid is very likely to evolve into a self-defeating net.

He was going to take the road that had no fresh horseshoe prints, so as not to be discovered by the Qin soldiers. Experienced scouts can even infer how many people have been there by the degree of overlapping footprints on the road.

And, in order to be sure, he built a land bridge.

He drove two rows of iron nails on both sides of the road, and then put iron changge on top of the nails.

Finally, lay the planks on top of the Changge.

After the whole army passed, these traces were erased, and the iron nails that were difficult to pull out were driven into the land, and then covered by the loess.

Even if a Qin army happened to pass by here, they would not have seen that there was once a unit that crossed this road.

These mountains are numerous with cliffs. There was no other exit except for the outpost guarded by the Qin army.

But Zhao Kuo didn't plan to go up.

Zhao Jun hid in the forest behind a cliff.

This cliff is about three miles away from the Qin army camp, and after the front of the cliff extends forward, there is an inward depression.

From here, the patrols of the Qin army could not be seen. Unless there's too much movement when someone jumps from here.

Zhao Kuo spent five days on the top of the cliff, finding places that were neither hard nor soft, could not only fix the nails firmly, but also not make a loud noise when the nails were made.

Then the pulley made of wheels was placed on the cliff by Zhao Kuo after the sun set.

All the wheels were put up, and not a single one was left.

A red rope to wrap around two wheels. Such pulleys are more labor-saving.

The red rope is repeatedly knotted before and after, forming a loop on the pulley.

According to Zhao Kuo's plan, each Zhao Jun tied a rope around his waist, and then tied two red ropes to this rope, and after reaching the ground, cut the rope on his body, and then let the person above pull it back, and let the next person come down.

Armor and weapons were tightly bound together, and the gaps were filled with clothes, weeds, and several layers of thick clothing.

Avoid the sound of weapons falling in case they fall, attracting the attention of the patrolling Qin troops.

Zhao Kuo has been persistently doing some trivial things, as if this can calm his mind down, and he doesn't have to think about those other choices, or face the fear in his heart and finally choose to retreat.

Tonight, it's time to strike.

In Zhao Jun's temporary camp, there is no longer the laughter and liveliness of the day before yesterday, and there is only quiet, palpitating quiet.

All the soldiers silently applied poisonous ink to their blades so as not to reflect the moonlight and expose themselves.

Zhao Kuo held the water, and every Zhao Jun held the bowl, and every crisp exchange wanted to hit Zhao Kuo's heart.

He didn't forget the Qin Jun who had broken their arms, and smiled and clinked glasses with them.

Everyone could see that Zhao Kuo's face was pale, his walking was a little unsteady, and his smile was very stiff.

Only Zhao Kuo didn't feel that he had anything abnormal.

As if remembering something, he felt in his pocket and found it empty.

He couldn't help but laugh dumbly. Everyone knows that when Zhao Kuo took these Zhao troops out on the expedition, he rewarded all the money on his body, and he didn't have any money.

Zhao Kuo casually untied the priceless jade pendant he was wearing, stuffed it to a sergeant with a broken arm, and then pointed to Zhao Jun who had broken his arm and said.

"A few of you, take it to Ma Sansan's family for me, remember, you send it back together, if you don't deliver it, don't come to see me in the future. When you arrive at Huangquan, don't recognize each other. Zhao Kuo tried to make his smile appear warm, but found that the corners of his mouth were so weak.

Those Zhao Jun, who had broken arms, burst into tears, they didn't know that Zhao Kuo was afraid that they would commit suicide, so he gave them this task.

Their general, about to go into battle desperately. But there are still the lowest soldiers.

All Zhao Jun thoroughly understood that Zhao Kuo really regarded them as brothers who got along with each other on an equal footing.

Zhao Kuo raised the bowl, drank all the water, and then threw it to the ground angrily, gritted his teeth, and showed his face: "In a battle tonight, there is advance and no retreat, there is enemy and no self, there is death and no life." I, Zhao Kuo, swear, share life and death with all of you, unswervingly. Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" A low, suppressed cry of murder and anger rang out among the trees.

All Zhao Jun felt that he was fearless.