For a Prosperous World

Day will dawn.

The sound of rain had no way of remembering when it stopped, just remember that when the rain stopped, the sound of killing had gradually disappeared. How long? Probably killed a day and night.

From the night of the first day to the present.

There was no more energy in his body, as if he had subconsciously lifted a seemingly heavy spear in his hand and chopped down at the person who rushed in front of him. Blood splattered on his face, and his eyes were reddish. It's chilling all over, but the chest seems to be burning, and the blood flowing in the chest seems to be the last reminder that you have not yet died.

The ears hummed until all the sounds gradually dissipated, and there was silence all around.

There was no sound of death.

The distant horizon clouds shimmered from behind and were obscured by the clouds.

Until a beam of light finally broke through the envelope of the clouds, shone down, and projected onto this wilderness.

The light finally illuminated the land shrouded in darkness.

Shine on those who are still alive.

A soldier bowed his head, half-knelt on the ground, his hands supporting Chang Ge on his side, his head bowed. His hair was disheveled, blood was frozen on his cheeks, stained red, and nothing could be seen, only those black and white eyes that were still open, staring at the ground indifferently.

The clouds broke, and the sun's rays gradually rose from the sky, and beams of light passed through the clouds. It should be dawn.

Seems to feel the warmth of the light on the body.

The soldier raised his head, and the light cast on his face made him a little unable to open his eyes. It seemed that there was finally a consciousness, looking around.

What came into my eyes was the blood flowing on the ground, gathered together into a pool of blood.

There was a faint stench in the air, and it was not known whether it was **** or rancid.

Countless clusters of arrows were inserted on the ground, and the broken swords were either lying or standing there, their blades reflecting.

The corpses were clustered together, and their broken limbs fell to the ground, perhaps just after being chopped down and still convulsing.

The marshy soil was stained with blood brown, and the blood and water on the blades of grass were mixed with rain water dripping from the low-hanging leaf tips.

The soldier numbly looked at everything in front of him, without a slight expression on his face, without the joy of surviving, and without sorrow and joy. It was just emptying his gaze, and dangling his own Changge, standing up.

Looking up, looking at the sky, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Qin Jun won, and the surviving Qin Jun survived, either lying or sitting there, in the midst of the silent crowd, as if he were just a corpse.

At the corner of the battlefield, Gu Nan was standing there, and the original color was no longer visible. Heihe was standing beside her, panting, it was already in his twenties, and he no longer ran away as if he would never be tired.

Gu Nan wanted to pull the spear out of the chest of a dead soldier, and gently pulled it, but found that his spear seemed to be caught.

Slowly turned to look.

Her spear pierced the man's chest, and the man held the spear in his hands, opened his eyes roundly, and fixedly looked at her.

What's in the eyes, resentment, resentment, pleasure, or fear.

Gu Nan couldn't see it, she just looked at that person quietly.

At half a moment, she stepped on the man's shoulder with a spear in her hand, and blood dripped aside.

He leaned down and reached out and covered his eyes.

By the time her hands were removed, her eyes were closed and she stood up.

Turned blankly.

Behind him, a corpse swept across the wilderness, rolling out the wilderness.

Qin's banner, stained with blood, opened in the wind, facing the sun.

Gu Nan lowered her head slightly, raised her hand, and the blood-stained spear stood up to the sky, taking a breath.

"Daqin!"

The suppressed roar passed into everyone's ears clearly.

It was a piece of blood in the chest.

Ru Lin's spear was lifted.

The roar deterring heaven and earth passed through the wasteland and overwhelmed it.

"Daqin!"

Wang Yan leaned weakly on the edge of a corpse, grinning his cracked mouth, and laughing loudly.

The veteran Heng Qian held his **** sword and stood on the car, touching his beard, but his old eyes were glowing, and he laughed: "It's really amazing to stay with these young people. It ’s easy to get bloody. ”

He looked down at the sword in his hand, and in that cry, he also raised his sword.

Daqin, this time, maybe we can open up a brand new world.

Then let the old man, with this withering body, send another journey to the world, why not?

To relieve the siege of Handan, King Zhao reconciled Pingyang's 100,000 troops to aid Handan.

However, there is the Qin Nan Army in the south of Pingyang, and the Qin Northwest Army in the north of Pingyang, but this move puts Pingyang's 100,000 army among them. In order to avoid the Qin Army, the Pingyang Army marched hurriedly, making the army tired.

The Qin Army finally arrived and surrounded its army in the north of Zhangshui. On the second day, 300,000 people broke the hundred thousand in the south of Handan.

It is difficult to count the number, 100,000 collapsed, and died. Qin Jun lost more than 40,000 troops, and more than 200,000 troops encircled Handan.

Han Fei entered Qin the same month.

Zhao Wangqian stood in the hall listening to the battle report, his face became even more ugly.

When he heard that 100,000 collapsed and the cricket died, he finally stood weak.

He took a few steps back and fell on his couch.

Looking dumbly at the person kneeling in front of him, he took a sip of water and asked unbelievably, "Hundreds of thousands of people, are they gone?"

His voice was very soft, because he knew that it was gone.

His kneeling man answered softly, "King, yes."

Zhao Wangqian sat on his couch without any effort, holding the table in front of him with both hands.

"There are still 100,000 people in Handan ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There are still 100,000 people, Qin Jun is just over 200,000."

He seemed to mutter to himself, thinking to himself.

After a while, he looked up and said with red eyes.

"Stop me, hold on to Handan, and wait for the aid from the North!"

Yesterday's update, some readers said that eating beef is not suitable, in fact, according to historical records of Li Mu. "Shepherd Li, Zhao Zhi, a good general on the north side. He usually lives on behalf of Yanmen and prepares the Xiongnu. It is cheaper to buy officials, and the city rent is entered into Mofu for the soldiers. Spy, meet soldiers. "

Li Mu has been stationed in Yanmen County for generations to guard against the Huns. He has the right to set up officials as needed, and all taxes and taxes in the cities in the defense land are sent to Li Mu's shogunate as military funds. He slaughtered a few cows every day to reward soldiers, taught soldiers to practice archery and horse riding, carefully guarded the beacon towers, and sent more personnel to investigate enemy situations, and treated the soldiers well. (Um, the translation from Baidu Encyclopedia is directly copied here. My own translation is not accurate, sorry.)

Hope this explains the problem. Well, send one more first, the next chapter has not been written yet, sweat, please send it out as soon as possible.