Qin Shi: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Chapter 172 Fighting for the Empress Dowager
As the order from Xianyang Palace was transmitted to the palaces around Xianyang City, groups of hundreds of guards of different sizes began to gather at the east gate of Xianyang City at the fastest speed. The [-] guards from Ganquan Palace were followed by [-] guards and [-] officials from Xianyang Palace, and the third group came from Huayang Palace.

In less than an hour, nearly [-] soldiers and horses had gathered outside Xianyang City.

Nearly 3000 people gathered together, some were dignified, some were excited, but no one was afraid. The palace guards, especially the guards of Xianyang Palace, Ganquan Palace, and Huayang Palace, were all elites selected from a hundred thousand. Armor, long and short weapons, everything is available. When mounted, they are the most elite cavalry in the world, and when dismounted, they are infantry comparable to Wei Wuzu.

The task in front of them is certainly a narrow escape for them, but it is precisely because of this that it is even more exciting.

Yang Ming, the Zhongcheng of Weiwei's mansion, stood in front of the formation. Beside him were Wei He and Meng Tian. In front of the other formation, Li Xin was the first to bear the brunt. There was also the commander of the imperial guards from Huayang Palace. A grandson of Ranghou.

Qin Wangzheng looked at the three thousand imperial guards in front of him, and felt that the blood in his body seemed to be ignited. No matter how rational a young man is, such things as youthful spirit will not disappear. The current Qin Wangzheng is This youthful spirit was ignited.

Qin Wangzheng understands soldiers. He knows that even though these three thousand imperial guards are first-class strong soldiers, the enemy they have to face is too powerful. 3000 people are against nearly [-] enemy troops, and the enemy is also elite. The elite among them, once a collision occurs, Qin Wangzheng does not know how long these three thousand imperial guards can last, and he does not know how many of these people will survive in the end.

Qin Wangzheng managed to calm himself down, stretched out his palms from the long sleeves, and immediately made a military salute from the Qin army, and said loudly: "I am here to see you off today, and I will greet you at this time in the future. The soldiers are back."

"Fight for the great Qin, fight for the king, and fight for the queen mother." Under Qin Wangzheng's gaze, Yang Ming suddenly raised his hand with the Canglong Wentian halberd in his hand, pointed directly at the sky, and summoned his inner breath. , Yang Ming's voice echoed in the ears of thousands of people at the same time.

If Qin Wangzheng's words ignited the fighting spirit in the hearts of the three thousand imperial guards, then Yang Ming's shouts injected a gust of wind into this already burning fighting spirit, and the wind helped the fire, making this fighting spirit stronger. The flame burns to its peak.

"Fight for the great Qin, fight for the king, and fight for the queen mother." Countless shouts rang out for a while.

Although some people may wonder, fighting for the great Qin and fighting for the king is a battlefield, but what does it mean to fight for the queen mother?But under the burning will to fight, no one will delve into this by themselves. At this time, their emotions have been completely ignited by the will to fight.

Qin Wangzheng looked at the scene in front of him, and his eyes flicked across Yang Ming. In just a moment, he had a kind of self-confidence: the army of the widow can stop the enemy army that is rushing, because they are Great Qin warrior.

Meng Tian, ​​who was on the left side of Yang Ming, looked at the scene in front of him. As he shouted loudly, he couldn't help but think of the words Yang Ming told him: A man born in troubled times should carry a three-foot sword and stand upright. Immortal merit.

As the commander of the soldiers and horses of Xianyang Palace, Li Xin listened to the shouts in his ears, and sighed in his heart: You are better than me, and I still have a lot to learn. If I can survive this time, I will let you down in front of you. My pride, but only in front of you.

At this time, Zhao Ji and Queen Mother Huayang were standing behind Qin Wangzheng. The Queen Mother Huayang looked at Qin Wangzheng's back and thought in her heart: the child who returned from Zhaodu in embarrassment will grow up after all, and he will become this The true king of the strongest country in the world.

"Are you fighting for Aijia? Little guy, you are still so cunning, you will always be like that, just using the simplest words can touch the heartstrings of Aijia." Zhao Ji's gaze crossed the distance of space and landed on Yang Ming's body.

The sentence "Fight for the Empress Dowager" might seem abrupt to others, but Zhao Ji knew who it was for. For a moment, the heart that thought she had seen the world was beating violently uncontrollably. A hot breath poured into the blood, spreading all over the body in an instant. At this time, a throbbing from the heart dominated every inch of Zhao Ji's body.

At this moment, in Zhao Ji's sight, Yang Ming in armor and holding a halberd was no longer that young man who could flirt with frivolity at will, not the little tiger she wanted to conquer, but a man.

A man who belongs to the mourning family.Zhao Ji stretched out her hand and caressed her chest subconsciously. Inside, there was a beating heart, and Zhao Ji could even hear the beating sound.

"After you come back, Aijia will reward you well. Aijia will do everything to satisfy you. For example, you have always wanted Aijia to do very excessive things, or even more excessive things." Zhao Ji said silently in her heart with.

Cheng Yu was also looking at the scene in front of him. At this moment, this ambitious young man couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart: Am I wrong? When Lord Changping proposed that I come to lead the army, I should have agreed.

For a moment, countless eyes looked at the imposing three thousand guards, each of them had different thoughts, but they all had the same expectation.

The three thousand imperial guards all turned into cavalry, crossed the water, and headed northeast. The military report showed that the enemy army came in a surprise attack along this direction.

But when the three thousand imperial guards headed northeast, there was also a group of soldiers coming from the east. Compared with the three thousand well-equipped imperial guards, the equipment of these soldiers and horses was much simpler, and there were even many civilians among them. Not a soldier for battle.

"Advance faster, here is less than [-] miles away from Mincheng, and we must arrive at Mincheng before noon." A middle-aged man in light armor stood on a small hill, facing the soldiers advancing along the ravine The man said loudly.

At this time, he was about three or forty years old, with heavy eyebrows and tiger eyes, a straight nose, pale complexion, and a beard that was not unfamiliar. His body under light armor was extremely burly, and his wide palm was pressing the sword at his waist. , although calm and calm, there is a dignified look in the depths of his eyes.

His surname is Wang and his name is Jian. He is now the grain and grass escort officer of the Qin Army. Not long ago, he led a thousand armored soldiers and five thousand civilians to escort grain and grass from Xianyang to the front line of Hangu Pass. The enemy broke through the Hedong line of defense, suddenly appeared in the hinterland of Guanzhong, and rushed towards Xianyang.

Relying on his years of experience and calm analysis, Wang Jian judged the enemy's attack route in a very short time, and found the only small city on this road that might block the enemy's attack: Mincheng.

So Wang Jian decisively ordered the soldiers and civilians under his command to turn around and head towards Mincheng at full speed.

Of course, such soldiers, horses and civilians cannot be opponents of tens of thousands of elite enemy troops, but if they can enter Mincheng before the enemy arrives, relying on Mincheng's city walls, which are not considered tall, they still have the capital to deal with. As long as the enemy army can be held back for ten days, it will be enough time for the various departments of the Qin army on the front line to dispatch reinforcements to help them back. At that time, the crisis of soldiers approaching the city will be resolved.

The weak can only sit and wait for death in the face of crisis, but the strong can face the difficulties in the crisis, turn the crisis into an opportunity, and achieve their own fame, and Wang Jian is such a strong man.

"No." On the path in the mountain, there were soldiers and civilians who responded, and then they hurried on their way.

In a river valley in the north separated by only two loess plateaus, smoke and dust were also scattered at this time, and amidst the neighing of war horses, there was the deafening sound of horseshoes trampling the ground.

Pang Nuan held on tightly to the reins in his hands. Although he was still able to fight, he was still too old after all. However, during the high-intensity rush, although his body could barely hold on, the feeling of exhaustion still dominated him. body of.

"Dianqing, send an order to go out of this valley. The whole army rests for half an hour, and then rushes to Mincheng at full speed." Pang Nuan said to a person beside him.

Even in an army with no shortage of warriors, it is difficult to describe his figure and spirit at this time by just being strong.

There is no mount under him, but standing on the ground, it is even taller than Pang Nuan's mount, with two battle axes on his back, he can be called a giant, with knotted muscles and an exaggeratedly strong figure, this is a real soldier in the army. It can be called the fierce general who is the enemy of thousands of people.

He is Dianqing, the personal disciple of Zhu Hai, the great general of the Wei State, and the commander of Wei Wuzu. He has already practiced martial arts to the level of his master Zhu Hai.

Because he was worried about Pang Nuan's old age and some accidents would happen on the battlefield, Zhu Hai specially sent Dian Qing, his most proud disciple, to Pang Nuan's side to protect Pang Nuan's safety.

"Yes." Dian Qingweng said, and he was already running towards the march. Although he only had two legs, his speed was not lower than that of a full-speed fine horse.

For a time, the two groups of people who also came from the east, although they followed the two directions of one south and one north, were running on the same land towards the same goal.

To the south, Wang Jian led [-] soldiers, horses and civilian husbands out of the valley, and the sentry cavalry scattered had already brought the military information that the enemy's forward was found [-] miles to the north.

"Is the enemy's speed so fast?" Wang Jian pondered, and then ordered: "All the soldiers and civilians get on the grain truck and rush to Mincheng at full speed at all costs."

At the same time, Zhao Guo, who had walked out of the valley, was about to rest while riding forward, and got the news that the enemy had been spotted in the south.

"Qin has no shortage of famous generals. I thought that all the generals of the Qin Army were transferred to the front line. There should be no talents in Guanzhong. I didn't expect to meet such capable people in this small place." Pang Nuan who got the news With a groan, he had already judged the purpose of the Qin army not far away.

"Order the vanguard, change horses, must encircle Mincheng before the Qin army, and never let this Qin army enter Mincheng." After a moment of pondering, Pang Nuan ordered decisively.

For a time, a race against time started between the old enemies in the north and south.

(End of this chapter)