For a Prosperous World

Chapter 180: : Random Rain

"Expedited march!"

"Drive!" A horseshoe ran, and Xiao Qiqi ran across from the side of Zhao Wu, who could not see his head, shouting in his mouth.

As the hoof of the horse went away, the shout spread farther and farther to the rear.

The pace of the infantry in the army formation was accelerated a little bit, their faces were ugly, and they were breathing heavily. They had been rushing for more than a day.

They are the garrison from Pingyang City.

Now that the Qin Army is encircled, they have to go to Pingyang to aid Handan. They may encounter the Qin Army at any time, and they can only speed up the pace. Otherwise, if we encounter the Qin Army under such circumstances, I am afraid that there can only be one result of the entire army's destruction.

The person wearing the armor walked in front of the army formation, frowning and looked around, and must go to Handan as soon as possible.

For example, in the future, the Qin Army on the South Road may be crossing Zhangshui.

There will not be much time for them to march.

The general raised his head and looked in the air.

The sky was depressed, and the dim clouds were piled there, like a heavy pressure on everyone's mind.

The air was slightly sinking, and the fatigue caused by the rapid march made breathing difficult.

The tip of the nose was wet and cold, and it looked like it was going to rain.

If it rains, it will be more difficult.

The general gritted his teeth: "Speak to the guard next to him, and go to the next order."

"Expedited march."

"Yes."

The guard pouted his mouth, pulled the reins, turned his horse in one direction, and ran towards the army.

"Expedited march!"

"Tick."

The general felt the tip of his nose cold and looked up.

A drop of transparent raindrops fell from high altitude, swaying in the blowing wind, spinning, mapping the marching army. The army formation in the night is like a silhouette, and the light moonlight passes through the rain, making it like a white line in the night, dragging in the air.

Following it, countless raindrops began to fall, as if it were a curtain, slowly opening.

In the mapping of light and shadow, the rain curtain unfolded, and the dense rain began to beat, and Tang suddenly broke through this night that should have been silent.

On the road, water began to accumulate, and the face of people passing by it was reflected in the accumulated water, and a complicated wave of fluctuations appeared under the impact of rain.

In the rain, countless streams of water immersed in the soft soil, and the road ahead in the rain seemed fuzzy and unclear.

The army did not stop, and the general did not stop without order.

About another hour later, everyone's clothes were wet with rain, and drops of water rolled off their horns and cheeks.

Everyone was exhausted, and the heavy armor was soaked in water, making it harder to bear.

The army formation walked silently.

Until there is a sharp, broken voice, if any.

An arrow cluster passed through the rain, splashed through a drop of water, and finally shot on a man's back. The man snorted and fell to the ground.

The blood spread out in the moist soil.

"An enemy attack!"

The rear army was in chaos, and the general who walked in the front line turned his head back.

The heart beat for a beat, and with all his eyesight, he seemed to see a military force appear from behind in the distance, and in the heavy rain, finally heard the dull footsteps and the sound of rush.

Did not wait for his response.

An arrow rain suddenly appeared in the rainy night.

Entangled in countless rains, the dark arrow clusters blocked the air, and the cold front flashed a little light, everything seemed to be fixed.

The general's expression changed from dull to panic and finally to resolute.

Gritting his teeth, he shouted with his full strength: "enemy attack!"

"Sen !!!"

"Spee !!!"

"Treading !!!!"

"kill!!"

The army stopped, the sound of the blade coming out of the sheath, the hissing of horses, the sound of footsteps, the sound of shouting and killing, all of a sudden remembered. The sudden momentum seemed to stagnate this rainy night.

The rear army had already collided with the unexpected army behind.

Footsteps also came from the front.

The general seemed to think of something and slowly turned his head.

At the end of the road ahead, an unclear number of people appeared there.

Coming towards their military formation.

The noise of the noise is loud.

Gu Nan's bright silver spear was held in his hand, the water droplets slipped from the tip of the spear, and the bun and the armor were wet by the cold rain.

Black brother shook his head.

Wang Yan rode a horse to Gu Nan's side and lowered his riding spear.

The march of 100,000 troops has no cover in this plain. If they really don't know it, they may be really blind.

As early as a day ago, the Southern Army's scouts had found the Handan reinforcements in front, and Heng Qian immediately passed the news to Gu Nan Wang Xi on the West Road and the Northwest Road, and let them lead the siege.

How come, how fast.

In the army formation, General Zhao slowly held the hilt of his waist, his fingers were stained with rain, and his lips were pale.

"Unlucky rain." Gu Nan said lightly.

The sudden rain was not good for them either.

It was already difficult to separate the enemy from me at night. If it was not for the success of the siege, it would not hang at this time.

Wang Yan was deep in his voice, and a voice of inexplicable war was suppressed in his voice: "Zhao Guoyi Qing."

Zhao Guoyi Qing.

The 100,000 people will be buried here, and the 100,000 people in Handan will not last long.

Zhao Guo, remembering that her first battle was also in Zhao Guo.

Battle of Changping.

Gu Nan took a deep breath, the spear swung across, and a piece of rain began to spread, his eyes blurred.

"This troubled world should have a certain number!"

Zhao Guo was defeated, Qin Yi won more than half.

Wang Yan clutched the spear in his hand tightly, turned his head, and shouted, "The generals are here!"

"Oh!"

It seemed like the mountain was shaking, yelling, the rain in the mid-air was scattered, and in the rain, Chang Ge fell down and pointed towards the encircled Zhao Jun.

People like us are born to fight and die on the battlefield.

Drunk lying on the field Jun Mo smiled.

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There should be an end to this troubled time.

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Mo looked back. We were people walking towards the road of death. There was no way to see.

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General, is there really a world without war in this world?

Who knows?

No, we will get back one.

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The troubled time is long.