Zhao Kuo looked ahead, his eyes full of determination.

The four 10,000 people who had not yet fallen ill would come to Zhao Kuo and say, "When we set out on the march, we are willing to be the front." ”

Zhao Kuo said: "It's a good thing to be able to fight with Wu Anjun!" Don't miss it! "Let the four of them into the tent.

The five people are all generals who command the army, and they no longer hide from each other, but express their hearts directly. A 10,000-strong general stared at Zhao Kuo and asked, "Why do you want to resume the war?" ”

Zhao Kuo said: "He was also plagued, and he was warned. ”

Ten thousand people will say: "October is coming, Zhao Yuan will be sent, take advantage of its disadvantages and keep it, can't it?" ”

Zhao Kuo said: "Zhao Yuan may be fine!" If Handan sends troops, how can the Qin people be safe? Troops and horses will be frequently dispatched, and each will guard the important places. I can hit it. There is no change in Qin today, and I have no chance, so I will sit back and wait to be killed. "

Ten thousand generals said: "Now I can fight all the people out, the Qin people or come, what can I do if I recover?" “

Zhao Kuo said: "This battle will end in the end, and there will be no more war." Win the battle, drive the Qin people and as for Hanoi, I will recover. If the encounter is unsatisfactory, there is nothing to be done. “

Ten thousand people will say: "How many days, what? “

Zhao Kuo said: "You look at the Qin camp, cooking smoke everywhere, why is it? Cooking medicine and curing its illness also. My food is insufficient, his medicine is more than enough, and on the other day, the soldiers who can fight are numerous, and the soldiers of my halberd are declining, and they are defeated without a fight. How can Jia Yong fight for it! “

Ten thousand people will say: "From the perspective of the ministers, the enemy of Beishan is weak, and the enemy of Danshui is strong." Why abandon its weakness and attack its strength? “

Zhao Kuo said: "If you attack Beishan, you can break out." However, for hundreds of miles in the party, there are no people, no one can eat, and no one can be injured. When you are out of danger, everyone is in danger; The enemy will be forced by a small army, and it will fall apart. It's better to be stronger, and you have to fight to the death. It goes without saying that the battle is won; If you don't win, you can kill more! It's worth it. “

Ten thousand people will say: "The general's words will die today!" “

Zhao Kuo said: "The Qin people are also plagued, and each battalion will raise fires, and those who are infected will be numerous." Attack it or win. Don't miss it. You have to fight to the death! “

All the people will say: "Stop, stop, stop!" Now I am martyred in Zhao Yin! “

Zhao Kuo said: "All the monarchs come first, and then you should follow!" “

Ten thousand people will say: "The general is sick, and he can't work!" “

Zhao Kuo said: "The victors in this army are all fighting, how can I be alone." My relatives are all from it. If you win, you will come out; If you don't win, you all die. “

The pro-battalion of four 10,000 generals also brought, a total of less than 1,000 people. After unifying the understanding, the four 10,000 people divided the work and led a group of attacks. Due to physical strength, both shield and spearmen were abolished, and only archers and halberders remained. The arrows of the whole army were also concentrated in this unit.

The smell of boiled leather armor attracted the attention of the whole army, and under the exchange of ears, everyone knew that the last group of soldiers who could fight would launch a final attack on the Qin army, whether it was hope or despair, moving or sadness, everyone had tears in their eyes.

After biting a small piece of cowhide, drinking two bowls of hot soup, and bearing the eyes of the whole army, the soldiers who went out fell asleep soundly. The firelight brings the warmth of late autumn. At least this night, they were peaceful.

The drums of the dot army sounded. Only here the soldiers are in formation. Zhao Kuo and four 10,000 people will also come here with their own camps. After the formation was completed, Zhao Kuo stood on a high ground with his halberd, the excitement of the last battle had completely defeated hunger and sickness, his face was ruddy, his eyes were bright, and he seemed to be full of confidence in victory. He said loudly: "The Qin people are in the midst of the epidemic, and they will be destroyed this day, and it will be fake to Zhao." All my Zhao disciples will be cut down on behalf of the heavens and swear to destroy them! “

Several 10,000 generals and pro-camps shouted: "Swear to perish!" Annihilation! Annihilation! “

Then 10,000 people also shouted: "Swear to perish!" Annihilation! Annihilation! Although most people didn't hear what Zhao Kuo said. Four 10,000 generals and a general led more than 1,000 pro-battalions to fight, which meant that it was almost impossible to retreat, and those who retreated would definitely be punished on the spot. Just fight to the death!

Four 10,000 men were to count their soldiers as agreed by night. Refill the water in each ding, and cook the remaining leather armor again. It's still one piece of skin per person, two bowls of soup. Then the battalions went out into battle, with archers in front and halberders behind, and each lined up in a strange tactic.

Zhao Yingzhong raised a fire at night, and the smell of meat wafted out, which aroused the vigilance of the Qin army's sentinels and reported to the superior doctor. The doctor was also dizzy, thinking that he should not know that the unlucky ghost was captured by Zhao Jun and ate the corpse, so he did not report it again.

Bai Qi took a few doses of Maogen in a row, and he no longer talked nonsense, but his body was weak and his headache was like a split. He didn't think the medicine tasted good, so when he came to his senses, he resolutely stopped taking the medicine, struggled up, and leaned his head on the cold stone to relieve the pain. His attendants, who had not yet fallen ill, wanted to give him some hot soup, but he did not want to, but only cold water that had just been drawn from the stream; I also ate a few bites of fried millet with cold water. I couldn't hold it anymore, and I fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Yi's condition was relatively mild, he took a few doses of medicine, but he felt that his body was heavier, he did not have a fever, but he was tired and weak, and he went to sleep after handling various camp affairs.

Sima Jin led the swordsman to the foot of the East Mountain, behind the Nanjun army. Their camps were spacious, with fewer sick and less ill than other battalions, but half of them could not afford to participate in the daily roll call. He himself felt unwell, so he used his family's mental method to breathe and breathe, barely suppressing his condition.

Only Meng Fu is running back and forth, and there is no sickness. He patrolled along Shicheng throughout the day and saw that the Zhao army was moving around Shicheng. He immediately moved in his heart and immediately ordered the people around him to pay attention to the signs of Zhao Jun's personnel transfer. When he returned, those people reported that the Zhao army that had been transferred had gone to the southern camp area. This took Meng Fu by surprise. After hurrying to the Northland military camp, he immediately ordered all the capable soldiers who were resting in the valley to immediately line up and rush to the Baiqi camp. He rode his horse and came first to the camp of Baiqi.

When Meng Wei arrived at Bai Qi's camp, Bai Qi was already asleep, and Wang Qi was resting. Sima Jin was not in the camp. As agreed, they were supposed to meet tomorrow morning. Meng Fu asked Wang Di's pro-battalion guards to wait for Wang Di to wake up and report that Wang Di was in a hurry. He personally went down to the camp to observe the wounded and sick of each battalion.

The Qin doctor's instructions from Xianyang were that the infected soldiers should camp separately from the soldiers who were not infected and should not live together. This made it easier for Meng to observe: in each battalion, about 100 people were not infected, and the remaining 3 or 400 were either sick or wounded. In other words, in Bai Qi's main camp, there are only more than 1,000 people who can fight.

After inspecting the ten military camps and returning to the big tent, Wang Yu had not yet woken up. Meng Fu then told the guards that he would go to the swordsman camp at the bottom of the mountain and return in a short time.

Sima Jin is breathing and pranayama to suppress his condition. I was also surprised to hear that Meng Fu was coming. Hurried in. The 20,000 swordsmen were now all concentrated here, and the camp was relatively wide, with a relatively large gap between the sick and the uninfected soldiers. But only one-fifth of them were capable of fighting, about three or four thousand.

Meng Fu told Sima Jin that Zhao Jun might have to launch a powerful attack on the Danshui line, so that Sima Jin could prepare. Sima Jin listened to what Meng Wei observed, and also felt that the situation was more serious. But he said: "The swordsmen are all kings and soldiers." No king's order can be moved. You can tell Wu Anjun, if you don't like it, you can come to me, and I should welcome him. ”

Meng Fu said: "When the battle is in full swing, I wish you to help with a strong team." ”

Sima Jin said: "I should report to the king urgently." ”

Sima Jin wrote another book in the camp and sent an envoy to hurry away.

Meng Fu had no choice but to come out and see the captain of Nanjun again. Lieutenant Nanjun also fell ill. For the time being, all affairs in the camp are in charge of an official doctor from Bai Qi's own camp. There were nominally six or seven thousand men here, but after several battles, the consumption was very large, and the total number of troops was only more than 5,000 people, and the degree of disease was even more serious, and there were less than 1,000 men capable of fighting.

Meng Fu turned around, and the Nanjun army was only 2,000 people, and it was not elite. The 4,000 swordsmen were also elite, but Sima Jin seemed unwilling to send in to help. When Meng Fu returned to the big tent, it was almost dawn, and Wang Ji had woken up. When he heard that Meng Fu had come, he waited in the tent.

When Meng Fu came back, he saw Wang Di directly and told him what he had learned, and Wang Yu was also shocked. He personally came to the lookout and asked about the situation. The reply was that the bonfire was revived in Zhao's camp, as if it was cooking. Wang Yi personally observed, although he didn't see more information, but the sparks in the camp area were still obvious—it was in contrast to the darkness in Zhao Jun's camp.

He immediately sent an envoy to order the Nanjun Army, the Taniguchi Army, and the Beidi Army to immediately gather capable fighters and prepare to go out of the camp to fight. He specially sent an envoy to Sima Jin to ask the swordsmen to send troops to help in the battle. Because he did not understand the purpose, scale, and direction of Zhao's actions, Wang Di's order could only be regarded as a preparatory order, allowing the armies to prepare for battle, and there was no targeted arrangement.

The Northland Army had to defend the first line of Shicheng and the grain mountain, and the troops were very tight. When the plague came, most of the soldiers fell ill. Without hesitation, Meng Fu sent all the sick soldiers to the back of the mountain; The soldiers in the barracks are capable of fighting. In Mengqiu, it is only for the sake of timely treatment, but the crooked beating is in line with the prevention key of timely isolation, and the infection rate of the Northland army is low. — but there were also five or six thousand people who were sick. About 10,000 people are currently on the front lines. Because of the defensive mission, only two or three thousand people can really be mobilized. They had already started preparing for the battle before they set off.

Meng Fu secretly calculated to himself, there are more than 2,000 people in the Nanjun Army, more than 2,000 people in the Beidi Army, plus if Wang Di's troops also have two or three thousand people, the number of troops invested is close to 10,000 people, and the battlefield may be so big. As a backup, the swordsman can give Zhao Jun a fatal blow at the most critical moment.

Neither Meng Fu nor Wang Yi thought that Zhao Kuo was going to launch a fatal blow. In their minds, this should just be a routine attack by Zhao Jun to improve his situation.