Qin Shi: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Chapter 182
"Is he a man or a ghost?" Under the dawn light, Pang Nuan looked at the battlefield in front of the Jingshui pontoon bridge at the end of his line of sight, and the expression of horror could hardly be concealed on his aging face.

At the end of his line of sight, a tall figure holding a halberd stood in front of the pontoon bridge. The original color of the battle armor on his body could no longer be seen, but a dark red color flashed in the morning light. It was the color of blood used by countless Zhao Wei coalition soldiers. .

Since the attack by the Zhao Wei coalition army last night, it has never stopped. The Zhao Wei coalition army changed wave after wave. The attack continued from last night to this early morning, and the guards of the Qin State Guards were also constantly rotating. On his body, Qin Guo's imperial guards changed back and forth no less than ten times, but the figure never took a step back from the beginning to the end.

Dianqing, who was determined to avenge his master, charged again. This time, there was no Qin guards around that figure, but only a figure with a horizontal halberd.

In Pang Nuan's sight, the long halberd that was stained with blood was raised high, streams of true energy gathered on the top of the halberd, and then slashed down vertically, making the Zhao Wei coalition army extremely familiar and fearful The energy group attacked and killed Wei Wuzu. Wherever it passed, it plowed a deep mark on the ground, and the clods and rocks were wrapped around it. When it hit Wei Wuzu, it had already turned into a huge The ball of earth and rock exploded suddenly.

Even if the soldiers of Wei were holding iron shields and wearing heavy armor, more than a dozen people were blown away in an instant, and a huge gap was created in the formation. Fortunately, people have iron armor protection, although they can be injured, they can't die, but the unlucky ones are pierced through the face and head by intuition.

With one blow, a group of Wei soldiers were almost wiped out, but such a powerful attack seemed normal to that figure.

In the battle that lasted overnight, whenever the Qin guards were unable to hold on, that figure would use such an attack, so simple and unpretentious, but also so terrifying.

At this moment, in Pang Nuan's mind, the shadow of a battle sword he had seen before could not help appearing: Zhenyue, the sword of Li Mu, the pillar of Zhao's northern border.

"Zhenyue, that's the way you think it is?" Pang Nuan sighed, feeling disheartened for a while.

Pang Nuan has lived to such an old age, has been to Qi State, traveled to the Three Jins, he has seen many first-class masters, even master masters, he has also seen a lot of them, among other things, the people who were famous in the land of Yan Qi The famous Gongsun Long, the famous master who has already stepped into the realm of the great master with almost one foot, stepped into the realm of the master with the theory of Li Jianbai, and interpreted the way of name and reality to the extreme with his martial arts. He is best at group fighting, but even Gongsun Long is not as good as Yang Ming at this time when it comes to group fighting ability. It was a whole night of high-intensity fighting, and he did not appear exhausted.

This strength alone is already appalling.

"General, the forward of the Qin Army returning to the rescue is only eighty miles away from here." A soldier came galloping from afar, came to Pang Nuan, and said in a low voice.

"It's already eighty miles away, it seems that his life will not be taken after all." Pang Nuan said, feeling his interest faded for a while.

Yesterday, he had already received the news that Lu Buwei led the army to return to aid. At that time, he already knew that his plan to attack Xianyang this time was impossible to succeed, and all he could do was withdraw the troops.

But before withdrawing the troops, Pang Nuan still wanted to do one more thing, which was to completely destroy Qin's imperial guards and their leader Yang Ming.

During the several days of battle, Yang Ming and the imperial guards caused heavy casualties to the coalition army, but there was nothing they could do. From the general of Wei State Zhu Hai to ordinary soldiers, the number of casualties in the hands of the imperial guards of Qin State was unexpectedly It must be above the casualties of the siege soldiers.

In particular, Yang Ming's ability in this battle shocked Pang Nuan even more. With his invincible martial arts in the army, coupled with his insightful awareness of the army's situation, he was almost invincible when he was about to fight.

Pang Nuan wanted to kill such an existence before retreating. In this way, even if the plan to raid Xianyang failed this time, it could not be regarded as fruitless.

It was precisely because of this that Pang Nuan ordered to attack the pontoon bridge overnight, but the possibility of success of Pang Nuan's plan became smaller and smaller as the Qin army's forward approached.

"Forget it, forget it, such people deserve to be famous all over the world." Pang Nuan sighed, feeling bitter and unwilling, and even envious, but that was all he could do.

The world is big and there are many people, but the real protagonists are limited. Pang Nuan also wants to be the protagonist of a scene on this stage called the world. Unfortunately, this time, he is destined to be a supporting role. The protagonist of the book is someone else.

"Let's withdraw the troops." Pang Nuan regained his composure while speaking, but he knew that his life was about to end.

As the allied forces of Zhao and Wei retreated, the soldiers on the battlefield retreated one after another. When Dianqing was leaving, he took a deep look at Yang Ming who was still at the bridge.

He vaguely realized that it was probably impossible for him to avenge his master in his life.

As the coalition forces of Zhao and Wei receded, on the sandbar, there were hardly any guards of the Qin army who could stand. They could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Among them, some had died, some were struggling with pain, and some The people who are exhausted are exhausted, and to some extent they are all people who have lost their combat power.

If the coalition forces of Zhao and Wei continue to attack, they will have to withdraw from the sandbar and flee to the north bank of Jingshui.

Fortunately, the Zhao Wei coalition forces have withdrawn, but what's next?What should they do next?
Meng Tian caressed his temple, there was a wound scratched by the feather arrow, although it was not serious, but it was extremely painful, making his head dizzy from time to time, there were more wounds on his body, the iron armor It was already riddled with wounds, because he had been injured so much that he had lost too much blood, making him unable to participate in the battle last night.

"Next, what are you going to do?" Meng Tian leaned on the spear, subconsciously looking at the back of the bridgehead.

Next to Meng Tian was Wang Ben who was lying on the ground. Except for Yang Ming, he was the one who lasted the longest in the battle last night. Under the enemy's endless attack, he only persisted until the second half of the night, and he was so tired that he lost [-]% of his combat strength, and had to retreat to the barracks on the sandbar to rest. Until now, he had only recovered a third of his strength.

In the army, no matter how brave you are, the enemy will still have a way to consume you to death. The truly terrifying people are people like Yang Ming, who are powerful in force and almost infinite in physical strength, but as long as they are people, they have limits. Truly invincible people.

"Why are you laughing? You can still laugh now?" In another place, Li Xin's cousin Li Jue looked at his fellow robe Yun Ze who was resting on the shield with half of his arm cut off, with a bit of anger. said.

"Hey, I'm the wounded one right now, is it possible that if I don't laugh, I still cry?" Yun Ze grinned, as if he wasn't the one who had half of his arm cut off.

"You?" Li Jue looked at Yun Ze who was smiling, and all the words he said turned into a sigh.

After participating in the competition in Ganquan Palace, he and Yun Ze were recruited by Yang Ming, the school lieutenant of Ganquan Palace, into the imperial guards, and held the positions of commanders respectively. Later, they were promoted by Yang Ming all the way to the rank of general, and they joined forces with Wei Wei. He is the three generals from the left, middle and right of the imperial guards of Ganquan Palace.

These days, an ordinary man from Nanjun has already become good friends with a son of a rich family from Longxi. Li Jue knows Yunze very well, and knows how difficult it is for Yunze to walk from Nanjun to Xianyang step by step, but right now, losing Yunze, who was in the arm for a long time, has almost cut off his career in the army. Even if Yunze has a considerable title because of his military achievements at this time, for people like them, this should only be the beginning, not the end .

"Hey, hey, it hurts so much." Yun Ze suddenly said while clutching his broken arm.

"Forget it if it hurts to death." Li Jue said with disgust.

"You can't do it, you can't." Yunze shook his head, and then said: "It's just a little troublesome. If you go back, if you are asked by your tribe, why did you come back, it's really hard to answer."

"That's what you're thinking about right now?" Li Jue stared.

"I'm really envious of Zhongcheng. If I can have half of his martial prowess, the clansmen will probably regard me as proud." Yunze sighed, his broken arm was not painless, but he had something more to care about.

He has placed too many hopes of his clansmen, but right now, he is going to let them down, especially, he may not be able to find the two sisters he lost when he was a child.

"You want to compete with Zhongcheng too?" Li Jue choked instinctively.

"Actually, you don't have to go back to Nanjun, you can stay in Xianyang." Li Jue thought for a while and said.

"What can you do if you stay? People, you have to accept your fate." Yun Ze said no more.

When the Zhao Wei coalition forces completely retreated, Yang Ming also returned to the sandbar. Even with a terrifying recovery speed of three points, Yang Ming couldn't help but feel a feeling of exhaustion at the limit. Although the inner breath can be endless, but a person's energy is limited after all, he is still a person.

"Zhongcheng."

"Zhongcheng."

When Yang Ming stepped onto the sandbar, all the soldiers, whether they were lying down or standing, subconsciously stood up straight.

Some of these imperial guards were from noble families and some were from civilians, but no matter what family they came from, they were all soldiers of the Qin army here, soldiers under Yang Ming's command.

They knew that last night, if Yang Ming hadn't insisted on being at the forefront, it would have been difficult for them to survive under the strong attack of the Zhao Wei coalition forces regardless of the cost.

For Yang Ming, they are really grateful. As a general, there is no shortage of caring soldiers, but there are very few people who can do what Yang Ming does.

(End of this chapter)