Chapter 284: Battle Song Everywhere

In front of Hangu Pass, the fierce battle has lasted for a day and a night. The sun rose in the thick smoke that covered the sky and looked dim. It was a shot in the arm for the soldiers defending the city, but for the besiegers, they saw a chance once and for all.

King Qin Wulie is a threat to the Central Plains, but not every generation of Qin kings has his courage and ability, especially now that the successor of the Qin Kingdom has not been determined, if King Qin Wulie is killed in Hangu Pass, the Qin Kingdom will be killed. The probability of civil unrest is extremely high.

Zhao Mu's battle flag of the Chinese army has already reached hundreds of meters below Hangu Pass, and here, it has entered the range of the crossbow on the city bed, but Zhao Mu is unafraid, at this moment, there is no time in the city He came to take care of him, he stared at Zhao Jun who was attached to the ladder ants, looked at Zhao Jun who was carrying the pole wood and hit the thick closed door time and time again, and watched one by one fall from the city, or be killed by falling rocks. Wounded by crossbow arrows, soldiers who fell to the ground screamed.

There is no pity in the eyes, no suspicion, only determination.

Under the city, corpses were piled up layer by layer, and the most places were stacked several meters high.

Looking at the top of the city, Zhao Mu narrowed his eyes little by little. He saw a general of the Zhao army approaching the top of the city. His hands climbed onto the battlements, and his men jumped onto the top of the walls. That was Zhao Feng. ,his son.

Zhao Mu got off his horse, ran to a drummer a few steps ahead, snatched the drumstick from his hand, and started beating vigorously. With Zhao Mu joining, the drummers of Zhao Jun who were almost exhausted felt as if they were being beaten. They also saw that a group of Zhao troops had climbed to the top of the city. Under the city, the sound of war drums was loud.

The Qin army on the city was obviously unable to hold back, and their black armored army did not appear where they should appear at this time. In Zhao Mu's eyes, those black armored army were retreating instead. He couldn't help laughing out loud, Qin Wulie The king's arrival, on the contrary, allowed him to gain benefits for it. Those black armored troops must be protecting King Qin Wulie at this time. They should have appeared at the place where the breakthrough was made at this time.

Ying Teng was injured, his chest and abdomen were covered with blood and flesh, even the best armor could not stop the opponent's desperate knife, that knife cut open his armor and injured his chest and abdomen.

He saw the place where Zhao Jun broke through, but he didn't have enough strength to organize a counterattack. Where did he climb up? It was Zhao Mu's own army, and the leader was Zhao Mu's son. He sighed sadly. There are enough black armored troops, perhaps able to block the opponent's charge, but now, the only remaining black armored army has been sent by him to protect King Qin Wulie, and the others will only add casualties.

"Give up the west city and retreat to the east city!" His blood-stained beard was trembling in the wind, and Ying Teng's whole body was also trembling, finally Hangu Pass could not be held.

For such a situation, Yingteng is still prepared. On the city wall avenue between the east city and the west city, he built a series of high walls with sandbags, leaving only one opening in the middle for people to pass through. Go to the west city, build up these gaps, and then fight against them.

Yingteng can withdraw, but once he withdraws, Hangu Pass will fall into the hands of Zhao Jun completely. From Hangu Pass to Xianyang, there will be no shelter. This is not what he wants to see. He wants to hold on until the last moment. But King Qin Wulie must go.

"Yincheng, defend Dongcheng to the last man!" Yingteng roared. He needs someone to break the back and buy even a little time for him.

Half a day later, Zhao Jun's battle flag fluttered in the wind above the East City Tower, and Zhao Mu stood under the battle flag. The East City was in a mess, full of dead bodies, all the resisters were dead, and there were no prisoners. A Qin soldier resisted to the end, even if he was so wounded that he couldn't move and fell to the ground, he still gritted his teeth, showing his white teeth, and hugged Zhao Jun's soldiers to take a bite.

The last one to fall was General Qin Yingcheng. Zhao Mu recognized him. He was a mighty general of the Qin army. Such an enemy is terrifying, but such an enemy is also worthy of respect. As a general, in his life, , to be able to face such an enemy head-on and win the battle, there is no regret in this life.

The negative emotions in Zhao Mu's heart were swept away when he raised his head. This was the first time Zhao Jun stood on the Hangu Pass, and he had a feeling that he wanted to shout loudly. Although Xicheng's resistance was still strong , but that was just a dying struggle. Qin Jun’s greatest reliance, the steep Hangu Pass, was already owned by Qin Jun and Zhao Jun at this time. drown each other.

"Attack, take down the west city, and kill King Qin Wulie!" Zhao Mu shouted, kill King Qin Wulie, if he doesn't catch the alive, Zhao Mu has already made a decision in his heart, if he catches the alive, he might return to Qin alive , and King Wulie of Qin who returned to Qin State alive will surely become the dream of Zhao State again.

In Xicheng, Yingteng knelt in front of King Wulie of Qin, and wailed: "Your Majesty, hurry up and return to Xianyang. Even if we lose Hangu Pass and Li Xin's 200,000 troops return, we can still defend Xianyang. Fighting back. Let's go!"

King Qin Wulie's face was serious, and the saber in his hand was on the ground, "Uncle, I will not leave, I am here, and I will live and die with Hangu Pass."

"You are the king of Qin, not the general who charged into battle. We have wiped out the Xiongnu and eliminated the biggest disaster in the backyard. At most ten years, we will be able to recover and launch a counterattack. Qin cannot live without you!" Ying Teng Roaring, "With your own speed and disregarding the country's society, do you want to leave a name in the history books?"

King Wulie of Qin laughed, "Without Yingwu, the state of Qin is still in the dark. Uncle, before I came, I had made arrangements. If I return safely, I will be fine. If I die, Yingying will inherit the throne. He is in Li Xin's army. , you can be sure that you are safe, and with the support of Li Xin’s 20th army, no one in Qin State dares to make trouble. This time, let Ying Wu and his uncle fight for Qin State together!”

King Qin Wulie laughed loudly, held his saber, and strode out, groups of black armored soldiers followed closely, Ying Teng let out a long sigh, got up from the ground, staggered The knife followed closely.

What else can he say?

What else can he do?

There is death.

Zhao Mu has already returned to the tent of the Chinese army in the big camp outside the city. In his opinion, this battle is coming to an end. The next step is to go straight to Xianyang or defend Hangu. He needs to report to Handan. If they go straight to Xianyang, they will need more troops and more aid. Facing Li Xin's 20th army, it is obviously beyond his ability to resist.

I believe that the armies of the six countries in the Central Plains will not give up this opportunity. For hundreds of years, no army has been able to attack Xianyang City directly.

The shouts of killing from outside continued, but Zhao Mu was calm, and he picked up his pen, ready to write a memorial to Handan.

Outside the big tent, the sun had already set in the west, and the last ray of sunlight shone bright red rays in through the wide-open tent door, leaving a piece of light before Zhao Mu's big case.

Zhao Mu put the pen on the pen stand, picked up the memorial, gently blew on the wet ink, and smiled with satisfaction.

Outside the tent, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and Wu Zeng bumped into it.

"Was the West City broken?" Zhao Mu asked directly without raising his head.

"General!" Wu Zeng's tone was full of crying.

Zhao Mu suddenly raised his head.

"General, Li Xin is here!" Wu Zeng finally couldn't stand anymore. After two days and one night of onslaught, he was already physically exhausted, but now he was hit like this again, and he couldn't stand anymore. He just sat down on his buttocks. on the ground.

"What did you say?" Zhao Mu uttered the sentence almost word by word through his teeth.

"Li Xin, Li Xin's army, our sentry cavalry have seen their flag!" Wu Zeng howled and burst into tears.

Zhao Mu shook his body and almost fell to the ground.

"Is there any mistake, maybe it's a mob army from another place?" Zhao Mu asked again, although he knew that the hope was very slim, but he still didn't give up.

Wu Zeng raised his head, looked at Zhao Mu, and shook his head slowly with tears in his eyes. It was only a little bit, a little bit, if Li Xin's army stayed in the evening for half a day, Hangu Pass would be theirs, and King Wulie of Qin would also change. into a corpse.

Zhao Mu took a deep breath, strode out of the tent, and looked up at Hangu Pass, which was nowhere to be seen. The battle there was still fierce. Obviously, the Qin army was still desperately resisting, and the king of Qin who made his eyes so hot Although the flag has been torn to pieces by sharp arrows, it is still flying high in the air.

"Withdraw the army, send the order, the whole army retreat!" Zhao Mu's voice was extremely low. After saying this, Zhao Mu turned his head and strode back to the tent. Looking at the memorial that was still dripping with ink on the table, he grabbed it. , torn to shreds.

Yingteng was dead. He was lying in the arms of King Qin Wulie, staring blankly at the sky, where the few stars were struggling to reveal themselves from time to time amidst the thick smoke.

He charged forward, and suffered many injuries on his body. He was carried down, and he did not know how many bones in his body were broken.

"Uncle." Hugging Ying Teng, King Qin Wulie burst into tears.

"It's time to go, you should go!" Ying Teng murmured. "Go back to Xianyang. In another ten years, we will sweep the Central Plains and rule the world."

"I will go back, I will go back." King Qin Wulie roared loudly, the knife in his hand was already covered with scars. He stared at Zhao Jun not far away, his eyes were blazing.

Suddenly, he looked at Zhao Jun who was not far away in disbelief, they were retreating like a tide, they kept retreating, and even exited Hangu Pass.

"Uncle, Zhao Jun has retreated!" King Qin Wulie shouted, "What happened?"

In Yingteng's eyes, there was a gleam of brilliance, "Li Xin, it must be Li Xin who is here, hahaha, Li Xin is here. Zhao Mu has to retreat, dare not not retreat, otherwise, their entire army will be wiped out in the letter Go to Guguan, Li Xin, you will never fail me."

His eyelids droop, his lips move, and he sings a battle song.

To rectify the old Qin, to go to the country together, blood will not be shed, and death will never stop.

Tears welled up in King Qin Wulie's eyes, and he sang loudly with Yingteng's voice.

More voices sounded, and tragic war songs rang out everywhere in the west city. The singing pierced through the clouds and spread to the distance, and from the invisible distance, there was also the same singing sound. The battle songs from both sides gathered together, Straight into the sky.

In this tragic song, Ying Teng closed his eyes forever with a contented smile.

King Qin Wulie burst into tears.

(After writing this chapter, I feel very emotional. Gao Yuan will have an enemy that is stronger than he expected, that is, King Qin Wulie, Qin Jun, and Qin State. Of course, Gao Yuan cannot reach this level now, but the enemy is always Where. Gunslinger doesn't like to write the protagonist's enemies as useless, stupid, or weak, because a stupid and stupid enemy can never reflect the strength of the protagonist, only powerful enemies, respectable enemies, It is the internal cause that destroys the protagonist's eternal struggle. Salute to Yingteng, and King Qin Wulie!) (To be continued.

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