Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 116 The end of Handan!
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected across the mountain tops.

In the half-dark sky, the Taihang Mountains crawl like a giant dragon.

On the battlefield south of Handan City, countless torches were held high in the hands of the soldiers. The orange flames swayed in the wind, giving the entire night a seductive color.

Puff puff.

Mars exploded.

Broken limbs, broken arms, and corpses were everywhere, and blood was slowly flowing along the soil.

The figure with his face covered in blood let out a soft cry of pain. He still clenched his teeth and climbed on the ground. He stretched out his unbroken hand and tried his best to grab the broken halberd on the ground.

However, hunger and bleeding had taken away all his strength, and his life was already dying.

Tread-tap-

The sound of dull footsteps came, and a Qin soldier covered in blood came over with a torch. The flickering firelight illuminated the Qin soldier's face, stained with a layer of blood, like a demon out of its cage, and his eyes were red. Light.

Sergeant Qi, who had broken his arm, looked up, tears falling silently from his painful and ferocious face.

The two unfamiliar faces stared at each other silently.

Suddenly, the Qin sergeant stuck the long sword in his right hand on the ground, reached into his arms and took out a cold and hard pot helmet, squatted down with an expressionless face, and handed it to the Qi sergeant in front of him.

Speechless, silent.

There is no need to say more at all, the meaning has been expressed clearly.

Seeing this, the broken-armed soldiers of the Qi army burst into tears like a collapsed river embankment, gradually revealing their ordinary and resolute faces beneath the blood stains.

He may have a name that sounds like a straw, so he stretched out his hand tremblingly and took over a small piece of pot helmet.

You can even smell a distinct smell of blood and sweat from it.

However, this broken-armed sergeant still put it in his mouth, opened his dry mouth, and bit down hard.

Dry and hard.

broken teeth.

However, the Qi sergeant had no intention of throwing away the pot helmet. He looked at the face of the Qin sergeant in front of him and used all his strength to bite the pot helmet into pieces. It was mixed with blood, saliva and liquid. I swallowed the tears of taste with force.

Nearby, torches swayed, and as the firelight shone, dull footsteps gradually came closer.

The Qi sergeant looked at the Qin sergeant in front of him, and closed his eyes with tears. Then he opened his eyes and stared at the Qin sergeant in front of him. The nostalgia and memories in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he looked calmly. He turned to the Qin soldiers in front of him.

The war is over, the hatred will stop here!
Seeing this scene, the Qin soldiers grabbed the long sword stuck in the soil and immediately plunged it into the chest of the Qi soldiers.

With a puff.

Blood splattered.

The long sword instantly penetrated the throat and penetrated into the ground. Soldier Qi's body suddenly stiffened and then fell to the ground. Blood flowed from the gap under his body and he stopped moving.

The long sword was drawn.

The firelight flickered, and the Qin soldiers came over one after another, their eyes flickering, but they turned a blind eye to what had just happened here and continued to move forward.

They Qin people are tigers and wolves, not beasts...

In the gradually enlarging firelight, human corpses and blood spread out from here.

Painful groans or heart-rending screams continued to sound, and the remaining wounded soldiers of the Qi army were being cleared away one by one.

From the southernmost position of the battlefield, there were still sporadic sounds of fighting. There were still the last remaining Qi soldiers resisting. Immediately, there was a rush of footsteps rushing there, and soon the sounds completely disappeared.

In the middle of the battlefield, the corpses of Qi soldiers who were confirmed dead were being carried and thrown together by Qin soldiers, forming tall hills.

Ying Jun rode Wu Zhui and stood at the highest point of the terrain, overlooking the soldiers cleaning the battlefield. He saw all the scenes just now, and the sound of fighting in Handan City in the distance could still be heard intermittently.

Ta Ta Ta Ta - the surrounding soldiers were running around, helping their injured comrades to a clean place for treatment and bandaging.

The sounds of weapons and armor clashing could be heard one after another. Under the scolding of their respective generals, the Qin soldiers began to accelerate the recovery of resources on the battlefield.

There was an uproar of voices.

For such a battle involving nearly 30 people on both sides, it can be described as an indescribable victory.

Korea’s powerful crossbows, Wei’s armor, and Chu’s weapons.

These things are urgently needed resources for the Qin State, especially after the continuous fighting and fighting, the armaments of Ying Jun's soldiers are basically incomplete.

These undamaged or slightly damaged weapons can re-arm the Qin soldiers.

"The order is passed, all the soldiers captured on the battlefield, except for weapons, armor, and bows and crossbows, all the rest will belong to individuals. But I don't want to see any fighting happening."

Ying Jun didn't look back and gave instructions to Zhang Tang who was waiting behind him.

Hearing this, Zhang Tang raised his face that was bruised by the arrow. He hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists and said, "What the general did was a violation of the Qin army's laws. All the seizures should be turned over to the country. Besides, after this battle..."

However, before he finished speaking, he saw Ying Jun raising his right hand, turning his head to look down at him, and a cold voice reached his ears:

"The treasury is empty. I know it in my heart. Although my father has not said it explicitly, I, Ying Jun, am not a fool. How can I not figure it out?"

"But are the soldiers fighting in front of the battle just for the little treasure? If it weren't for the Qin State, they wouldn't come here with me."

While speaking, Ying Jun raised his hand and pointed at the busy Qin soldiers on the battlefield:
"They followed me, Ying Jun, to Handan. Even though their hands were broken and their eyes were blind, they were still fighting against me. Do you think they are the bravest people?"

As he spoke, Ying Jun swung his riding crop fiercely, whipping it into the air with a loud bang.

"They are the best soldiers in the world, the strongest warriors of my Qin country. They followed me all the way here, but I, Ying Jun, cannot give them a guarantee that each of them will succeed - because you know, that is me I will not take the lead in digging up the roots of Qin."

"In this case, let them get enough here. There is not enough on the battlefield, and there is Handan over there. As long as all the soldiers are satisfied, they can return to their hometowns and face the scolding of their fathers, the crying of their mothers, and their fellow countrymen. If we can give an explanation for our complaints, what’s the point of evacuating the entire Handan?"

"The people of Qin have shed too much blood here. Even if it is just an ordinary wooden comb from the Zhao Kingdom, as long as it can make them feel proud and satisfied, I, Ying Jun, will not regret being one."

Zhang Tang was startled when he heard this, opened his mouth, then clasped his fists heavily, nodded and left.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded not far away, and a group of cavalry swept in from the south like the wind, ran across the edge of the battlefield and rushed up the hillside, stopping after a few steps.

Meng Wu took off his helmet, grabbed the head tied to the puffball, quickly ran to Ying Jun, and held the head high:
"General, the head of Qi Army Commander Tian Huang is here again!"

Ying Jun glanced at it lightly, then waved his riding whip and said in a calm tone: "You can keep the head. Such waste has no collection value at all."

He looked across the battlefield. Lying there was Le Xi, another general of the Qi army. He personally took his life.

When Meng Wu heard this, he threw the head in his hand to the soldiers behind him. However, he suddenly fell to his knees on the ground and said with shame:
"General, please punish me. The Qi army came close to attack, but my scouts did not discover it in time, which almost caused harm to the three armies. Meng Wu is guilty."

He had previously received military orders from Ying Jun to be vigilant around the battlefield, but the Yan cavalry came fiercely, and the scouts he deployed to the west were killed before they had time to convey the military information.

When Ying Jun heard this, the old figure who cut off his right arm and was still fighting fiercely appeared in his mind, and then shook his head with a calm expression: "This is not your fault, but it will never be allowed to happen again."

Meng Wu is powerful enough, but the cavalry at this moment cannot be compared with the cavalry of later generations. Facing the experienced Qin Kai, it is very normal for Meng Wu to lose.

When Meng Wu heard this, he immediately slammed his head to the ground.

At this moment, only he himself understood how unwilling and ashamed he felt in his heart, and he roared hoarsely: "General Xie."

When Yingjun heard this, he just raised his hand, maintaining an upright posture, and then looked at Handan City in the distance with an expressionless face, not knowing what he was thinking.

All the people around him stood there holding their breath and concentrating.

After a while, Wu Zhui snorted impatiently, and his tall and strong body shook. Ying Jun took a deep breath, restrained the fierceness in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and deep:

"...Send someone to the city to persuade them to surrender."

(End of this chapter)