I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Dare to resist the foolish king's orders.

He set an example that was firmly locked in their hearts.

This is the leader.

The soldiers knocked on their armor, raised their arms and shouted, "Boooooo! Long live Lord Wu'an! Long live the God of War! Woohoo! Long live the God of War! Long live the God of War!"

Amidst the burning shouts, Li Mu said to Han Cang, "I'll give you a horse to run out of Jingxing in an hour. If you can't, I will take you personally."

Before Han Cang could react, the majestic God of War strode into the shogunate.

Followed by.

A wall of copper and iron, covered with armor, also followed his figure. This meeting was still discussing how to hold on. It was still the same as usual, no different.

when coming out.

It's still the shadow of the moon.

There was flying snow in the sky, falling in patches, patches, patches.

Li Mu rode out on horseback with a quiver on his waist. His superb equestrian skills combined with his skills made him as powerful as chasing the waves.

Behind him were more than a dozen generals who were holding torches and shouting. The group of people moved as fast as the wind, raising layers of snow and sand, like a boat driving through the water and splitting waves.

Li Mu's eyes were fixed on Han Cang on the horse in front of him.

Han Cang raised his pale little face back in despair, begging for mercy at the end of the road, his lips parted, "No--"

"call out--"

The howl was instantly buried in the wind and snow.

His chest was shot through, his mouth was wide open, his pupils were divergent, and he fell hard on the back of the horse. Blood spattered like dazzling fallen plums, rolled down several times, and finally froze to death.

The generals behind raised their scimitars, waved them, and whimpered and shouted.

Available immediately.

They saw their general who had put away his bow and arrows and continued to ride his horse forward. They felt panic for no reason, "General, where are you going?" "General, if you go further, you will be out of Jingxing." "General, are you going to explore the border defense? ?”

The horse snorted several times and led them around like flies.

Li Mu looked back through the wind and snow, hugged them deeply, and said hoarsely: "Brothers, there is no need to see each other off, Li Mu is going!"

"General!"

"General! General, why would you abandon us?"

However, Li Mu's riding skills were so superb that no one could match them. They watched Li Mu disappear in front of them, turning into snow foam that swept over their faces. The tears in their eyes dried up and froze on their faces.

News about Li Mu going to Zhao State.

Soon it was known to the Tiger and Wolf Qin Kingdom.

The wild wolf lingered for a long time, then woke up completely, raised its tail and smelled the smoke of beacon fire.

First, thousands of people pushed boulders to test pits, lay in wait, and clear roadblocks. Then, holding shields in their left hands and swords in their right, they came up on ladders to bite them.

The kerosene burned half of the city wall black, and the special wood rocks smashed countless burst brains and broken corpses under the wall.

Rivers of blood flowed, the smell filled the sky, and the sound of horns sounded like a warning.

Arrows rained down like locusts.

Yelling, shouting, screaming, and moaning.

The vultures circled like black clouds in the sky, looking down coldly.

The sound of killing continued, and the flags were fluttering.

As soon as the general left, the group of Zhao generals were suddenly in chaos. The deputy general held tightly the "support pear" that Li Mu handed him before leaving, gritted his teeth, and the words Li Mu told him rang in his mind, " Zhao people would rather die in battle than surrender!"

Put on the manager's cape.

His eye circles were bursting with blood, his chest was shaken, and he roared: "Fight!"

*
Not far from Handan.

Yang Duanhe led the army to attack the city.

In the streets of Handan City, all the merchants closed their doors tightly. The ground looked like it had been blown by a strong wind and was in dire straits. Food in the city was in short supply. The Zhao people were so brave that they would rather starve to death to save a mouthful of food for the Zhao soldiers who resisted the Qin people.

Now everyone closed their doors tightly and shrank still.

A pair of numb and callous eyes peered out of the window through the crack in the door, holding on to the farming tool, waiting at any time for the city to be broken, to be able to wait for the opportunity to kill the Qin army and avenge the death of the father, the husband, and the son.

Inside the Li House.

Li Mu's wife opened her eyelids on the couch.

She had white hair and a haggard figure. She murmured, "The old woman just had a strange dream. Why did the old man who I haven't seen for ten years tell me that he is coming back today and asked me to pick him up at the door?" he."

He was trembling on crutches.

She walked alone through the corridor, her face suddenly turning rosy.

"He also said that he wanted to come back to see his grandchildren. He has been guarding Yanmen Pass for most of his life, and then went to guard the country gate. He has never seen his grandchildren once. Now he remembers that he still has grandchildren."

"Bah, this bad old man has been fighting outside for so many years. He wants to tease the old woman every time he wants to. No matter how powerful he is outside, the old woman still can't give him a good face after entering the house and closing the door."

Her collapsed face seemed to still contain a vague charm.

Vivid and stunned.

He kept walking and counted in detail: "Three children. The eldest son died in the war, leaving no children behind. The second son left behind two grandsons before he died in the war. The two grandsons have grown up now. The eldest married He married a wife and went to the battlefield, but he left behind a great-grandson. The younger one went to the battlefield without a wife and became a vanguard general, and he died within two or three years."

"The third son-in-law became an official. Not long ago, he angered King Zhao and died in the hands of King Zhao. The eldest grandson was killed, the eldest great-grandson and the second great-granddaughter were strangled to death, and the second granddaughter and the grandson-in-law were beaten to death. I heard this It was said that a little one was still pregnant, and the youngest grandson was hidden in a stone kiln by well-meaning officials, only to be suffocated to death."

"After careful calculation, I only have one great-grandson left."

The old woman thought for a moment, then woke up and said, "Oh, I forgot, I am too old to be of any use. I actually forgot that I starved to death half a month ago. The old woman buried it with her own hands."

He complained again, "Damn old man, who told you how many years? You haven't come to see me for more than ten years. Now you can't see anyone if you want to. They are all turned into a pile of bones and buried in the back mountain. Come back, old wife." I can show you the graveyard."

The setting sun melts at the door of the house, and the rays of light fall in pieces.

The old woman was alone. When she was tired from standing, she sat leaning against the mottled door. Her eyelids were bleary and she was drowsy. Next to her was the crutch that her husband had bent for her. Her appearance had been changed by time. .

"Jingle Bell--"

"Jingle Bell--"

In the wide street, a miserable wind swept across the street. A horse came clattering on its hooves, and the bell rang one after another, as if calling the lost souls home.

It lowered its head, knelt in front of the old woman, and neighed sadly.

Some tears fell.

The old woman stretched out her hand to touch her tremblingly, watching as her fingers gradually turned into white bones, "What a shame, old man, you will be scolded when you come back. It's a shame you thought of going home and taking a look."

*
Even though Li Mu died, Zhao Guo still persisted for a year.It was not until 228 BC that Handan, the capital of Zhao State, was captured by the Qin army.

Away from the great prosperity of generals and ministers, the people's customs were strong and their fighting power attracted the attention of the world. However, Zhao State, which had been contending with Qin for more than ten years, came to an unimaginable dark end.

We lost good generals like Zhao She Lianpo to lead the army in the war.

Without good prime ministers like Lin Xianyu and Yu Qing to mediate freely and horizontally, who else can defeat the enemy and defeat the enemy if "Li Mu dies and Zhao falls"?Who else can cover up Guo Zuo, who is surrounded by wind?
Zhao Wangqian was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Looking at the flying flames of war, the wreckage of corpses and the heads rolled to their feet, the demon soul came out of the body directly, "Surrender! Surrender! Stop fighting! Surrender! Are you fighting like this for your life?! Surrender! Tell the people of Qin quickly, Tell King Qin that I surrender!"

The bloody city guard general holding a scimitar came outside.

Suddenly he held up his collar, with Liaoyuan's rage wrapped in his chest, "You are a bastard who can't be helped, you bastard! Listen carefully to me, Zhao Zhong swears to the death! No surrender! No surrender! Remember this for me." !”

"I heard it."

Zhao Qian's head was buzzing, he swallowed, and crawled back in despair.

The fishy yellow urine stains were all over the floor.

Until a gorgeous golden skirt appeared in front of him. He lifted it up and was about to get into it. He said in a trembling voice: "Mother, many people have died. I'm scared."

A white hand with a golden ring touched his head lovingly.

Blocked all his movements.

The prostitute has carved beaded rings on her back ears, a gold ring of emerald beads on her neck, and a palace satin pleated gold silk skirt. Her golden hair hangs down to her waist. She smiles so enchantingly that she is incompatible with the gloomy palace. "Good son, Don’t be afraid, they are just a bunch of mortals who are afraid of nothing. When you become an immortal, you will still be surrounded by people who only care about fighting and killing. It will not all be the mud under your feet.”

"What? Ascend. Ascend. Immortality!"

The prostitute helped him up, rolled her blue eyes, and said softly: "Now our good fortune is entirely due to Yibai Immortal. If not, how could I, a hen demon, and you, a rooster demon, be able to do this?" Curl up in the Kingdom of Zhao and be the queen of the Kingdom of Zhao. Your Majesty, sit firmly in this supreme position. My dear son, you might as well think about it carefully."

Zhao Qian was confused for a moment.

But in front of me, I could only hold on to this life-saving straw tightly, "Mom, where is Immortal Bai, please see him quickly!"

"Kekeke, don't imitate the exquisite panic of mortals."

She patted his head. Zhao Qian shrank his head and muttered, "Mother, mother"

"Come with me, my mother, your good days are yet to come."

Passing through the piles of corpses and stepping on the bulging eyes, the ghosts of Zhao Palace where too many people died are everywhere, swimming here like ghost fish, upper right, lower right, detouring to the lower left, middle left, left and right, constantly shuttling, carrying Weaving a web of malicious intent and crashing into him.

"Okay, prostitute, chicken demon, King Zhao, evildoer!"

"You are all a bunch of villains who dare to disturb the State of Zhao and harm the people of Zhao!"

"My father, my old white-haired mother! My son who is starving to death! Take your life!"

There were even a few corpses with residual warmth suddenly jumping up.

The prostitute swept her sleeves, looked at each other coldly, and led the little cock directly through the dense crowd of ghosts. The ghosts were invisible and without any ripples.

Stop in the back garden.

As expected, the white shadow stood there, like a faint outline of pen and ink.

Even if the flowers are crushed into dust, the prosperity becomes ancient, and the mirage collapses like floating smoke.

But he always has a keenness to understand all the hidden things in the world.

Penetrates into bone marrow.

"The little demon pays homage to the White Immortal. This is the little demon's useless evil breed."

The prostitute pulled the smelly Zhao Wangqian to his knees and said, "Why don't you come and pay homage to your benefactor!"

King Zhao hurriedly kowtowed: "Greetings to the White Immortal, hello to the White Immortal, hello to the White Immortal, hello to the White Immortal, hello to the White Immortal, hello to the White Immortal." His head was bruised and bleeding from the kowtow, and he continued, "I once heard that decades ago, the White Immortal of Handan threw gold like running water all night. He squandered money like water, and later turned stones into gold in Zhao Wang's palace. To see him today is really a blessing for the little demon."

"Giggle."

The prostitute raised her orchid finger and pressed it to her lips, with a rippling smile, "Little demon, you are such a bastard. Mortals can't read those ancient books. But when you were born, you shouted, "Immortal, Immortal, Immortal, Immortal." I have admired you since I was young."

"Oh, really."

He turned around, seemingly extremely pleased, his lips slightly curved.

The long and narrow fox eyes looked around the little rooster's head several times, then stretched out his long pointed palms and waved, "Come here, let me take a look at you."

"Go quickly, go quickly. The White Immortal is going to preach to you and teach you the way to live forever! Seek good luck and avoid misfortune in the future!" The prostitute was ecstatic in her heart and hurriedly pulled the little rooster's sleeve, "Go quickly, quickly Go ahead and show respect.”

The little rooster heard that he would live forever.

I was so excited that I almost jumped up and down and danced wildly, so I hurriedly rolled over and paid my respects.

The prostitute still thought in her heart that she was worthy of being an immortal. She would not tell those lies about the moon in the sky, and she would have fulfilled her promise.

It's just that the smile hasn't had time to spread on his face.

She saw that her own son was in the hands of the White Immortal. His skin was all scattered, his internal organs were turned to ashes, and his limbs were all rotten.

"Click! Crank! Cack! Cack, cluck, cluck!"

The horrifying and shrill cries of a hen tore through the back garden, leaving only an old, dead hen in the ground.

Scattered shapelessly next to it were a palace satin pleated gold silk skirt, seven or eight gold rings, engraved beaded rings and emerald rings. They were all picked up by the palace people who fled first, and then the bodies were picked up by a group of hungry people. The Zhao soldiers were completely dismembered.

Thunder rolls.

The rain was pouring.

The flames of war burning on the ground were extinguished, and the ragged battle flag fluttered on the chariot. It was unclear whether it was the east wind, or the east, west, north and south wind.

This is the sweet rain that Zhao people long for most.

I don’t know if it is the water of the East China Sea, the water of the West Sea, or the water of the North and South Seas.

Strong and intense.

There was a wave of black people riding horses under the city wall, the Qin flag was swaying, and the rain washed away the armor brightly. Everyone was looking up at the city wall.The scene in front of them made a loud noise in their hearts, as if it coincided with the drumbeat of the siege.

"Boom--" "Boom--"

The people of Zhao lined up on the city wall.

Screaming and howling, he picked up his child and jumped down.

layer.

Layer by layer.

Flesh upon flesh and bone.

Hey, is this yours or his?

After the land of Zhao State was occupied, the officials of Zhao State fled north to Dai, and jointly supported Wang Jia of Zhao Dynasty to continue the resistance.In 222 BC, the Qin army defeated the King of Zhao Dynasty, and Zhao was destroyed.