Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 125 The army braves the wind and snow and returns eastward!

Zhao Guo, Handan.

The snow was white, and the biting cold wind blew in my face, chilling my bones.

boom boom-

Amidst the sounds of weapons and armor clashing, rows of Qin soldiers lined up to smash through the falling snow, and pulled out the Handan West Gate. Broken flags fluttered high above everyone's heads.

"Entry."

"Entry."

Qin's soldiers were evacuating the entire Handan City collectively at this moment, converging into the huge military formation outside like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

With a creaking sound, oxcarts and horse-drawn carriages passed through the streets one after another, pulling piles of armor, weapons, arrows, grain, and other large quantities of seized supplies.

On the west city wall, Ying Jun quietly looked down at the army leaving the city. There was a thin layer of falling snow on his shoulders and helmet, and the hot breath he exhaled instantly turned into white mist.

Three inches of snow fell in the Northland overnight, and the temperature plummeted overnight.

Biting cold.

Behind him, a group of Qin army generals also stood solemnly with their swords in hand. Their rough faces were now covered with white snow, and their complexions were red from the cold.

At this moment, the leading deputy general Zhang Tang stepped forward, cupped his hands and reported:

"General, the city of Handan has been evacuated. The palace of the King of Zhao and the residences of many ministers have been inspected by the general himself. There is nothing missing. The arsenal in Handan and the hiding places for troops in the city have all been dug up. After searching for a long time, no one was left."

"Okay." Ying Jun nodded when he heard this, but his eyes were still staring at Handan, which had become an empty city.

Under the accumulated falling snow, there were ruins and messes. Occasionally, the corpses of Zhao people who died in the battle were buried stiffly in the snow, becoming snowmen one by one.

But there is no interest, only horror and desolation. When the army completely leaves, Handan will completely become an empty city.

Handan City was not emptied out in the true sense, but all the supplies Qin needed most were emptied out.

In three days, you can only choose the most important things to take.

Ying Jun didn't send anyone to collect things like property and so on. He let Qin's soldiers search for them themselves.

At this moment, all the Qin soldiers who left the city had a package that belonged entirely to them, containing their private seizures.

But even so, all the soldiers of the Qin army restrained their greed and did not take over everything.

First, Qin's laws are strict and they still have concerns in their hearts.

Second, it is also because wealth is not that important in the eyes of Qin soldiers.

Head, military merit.

This is what all soldiers like and desire most.

However, the fighting is over, and the remaining Zhao people in the city are more useful alive than killed.

While thinking, a pitiful howl could be heard, and the Zhao people who were escorting the prisoners in the city came out with the Wei sergeants on their backs.

"Woooooo-"

"I don't want to leave, I don't want to leave..."

Helping the old and carrying the young hobbling along.

No Zhao people were tied with ropes, but almost all of them were carrying heavy supplies on their shoulders.

Even if Handan City was besieged for three years, it was still the capital of Zhao State, and the amount of remaining supplies was still very large.

The weapons and armor are enough to fully arm 3 people, and the food is enough to feed 30 Qin soldiers for half a year.

It doesn't seem like much.

However, at critical times, it can support the army smoothly until the food seasons change and mature.

Not to mention other miscellaneous materials such as copperware, ores, etc., which cannot be loaded into the car at once, and can only be carried by the Zhao prisoners in the city.

And this is also a restriction on all Zhao prisoners.

Anyone who drops the supplies in his hands or shoulders will be killed, even a child.

While they were talking, among the long queue, an old man named Zhao Ren suddenly screamed like crazy, dropped the supplies in his hands, and crashed into the city gate.

"Ren Zhao..."

Ying Jun, who was on the top of the city, immediately looked over with lowered eyes, only to see a figure slamming into the stone beside the city gate.

bang.

The hot blood burst out instantly, and the scarlet color stained the white snow, like a blooming winter plum, and the body lay weakly on the ground twitching.

The long queue of prisoners immediately stopped leaving the city and gradually became commotion.

"Insolent!" Zhang Tang shouted, and immediately opened his mouth to order the soldiers below to suppress the riot.

However, Ying Jun raised his hand to stop him, his eyes still looking down, with no expression on his face, and he couldn't tell what to do.

The Zhao people near the city gate clenched their fists, their eyes showed sadness and anger, and looked at the Qin soldiers around them with hatred, and they gritted their teeth.

But both the surrounding Qin soldiers and the Beiwei army looked at everything with expressionless faces, not caring about the Zhao people's hatred at all.

A lean general of the Qin army stepped forward and stared at the Zhao man who hit the wall and fell to the ground. Regardless of whether he was really dead or fake, he pulled out the long sword from his waist and stabbed the sharp sword tip into his heart. .

With a puff.

The twitching body straightened up suddenly, and immediately it was completely stiff and stuck to the ground, and blood flowed out sizzlingly along the gaps.

The general of the Qin Army twisted his long sword, and immediately pulled it out fiercely. He turned around and looked at the nearest Zhao man who was staring at him with hatred and walked over.

Tick, tick.

Blood dripped down the blade and onto the ground.

The generals of the Qin army walked over with their swords in hand. The expressionless look on their faces made the middle-aged Zhao man's heart go crazy. At the same time as goosebumps appeared on his skin, his legs couldn't help but feel weak, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

But the next moment, a sharp halberd was pressed against his back, and he stood stiffly on the spot, looking at the Qin army's generals who were gradually approaching. His breathing was rapid, his pupils shrank, and his face turned pale.

tread--

Stand still.

The general of the Qin army looked at the Zhao man in front of him who was at least a little stronger than him, pulled his lapel, and wiped the blood on the sword in front of him.

rustling-

From the beginning to the end, none of the Qin army's generals glanced at the Zhao man in front of them.

But the Zhao Ren man in front of him stood stiffly and trembling, his clenched teeth were bleeding, and the veins in the corners of his eyes were bulging, but he did not make any movement.

Time for two or three breaths.

The generals of the Qin army wiped the blood off the long sword, and immediately took a step back without even looking at the person in front of him, looking at the Zhao man in front of him indifferently.

Four eyes facing each other.

Zhao Ren's body trembled, and all his faith and persistence collapsed in an instant. Immediately, his face turned ashen, his eyes completely lost focus, and he was alive but like a walking zombie.

Seeing this, the generals of the Qin army took a step back and waved their hands towards the team behind them, signaling everyone to continue moving forward.

There were no more twists and turns in the entire long queue. All the Zhao people lowered their heads, as if they had been drained of all their energy and energy.

"Hey! Zhao Ren..."

On top of the city, all the generals and colonels watching this scene sneered, with deep disdain in their eyes.

Zhao Ren's backbone was completely broken, and he could no longer compete with Qin from now on.

Not even just Zhao people.Everyone looked at Ying Jun in the middle with reverence, and their hearts were extremely hot. At this moment, not only Zhao Ren's spine was broken, but also the other five countries.

From now on, it will be an era for Qin to dominate!

Ying Jun saw it most clearly. His face was expressionless at this moment, there was no wave in his heart, and his eyes were always dim.

If he had just traveled through time ten years ago, something like this would have provoked him to stand on the city wall and yell, draw out the long sword from his waist and scold and insult the Qin soldiers for their brutality.

However, after ten years of hard work, Ying Jun has been able to face everything calmly and calmly, and it has not even caused him any emotional ups and downs.

In the world of great struggle, if you do not advance, you will retreat.

The people of Zhao have no choice, and the people of the world also have no choice.

He was born as a Qin citizen at this moment, and he was destined to fight for more land under the sun for Qin.

And this kind of thing is destined to be just the pain of the Six Kingdoms. When all the writing of the Six Kingdoms in Shandong disappears, and all the slang and dialects are wiped out, in less than 20 years, the world will fall to the Qin Kingdom, and the country will be impregnable.

Ying Jun's thoughts were racing, and the long dragon-like team below kept passing through the city gate and merged into the army in the wilderness. The strong figure like the old Zhao Ren just now never appeared again.

Soon, the entire 15 or so Zhao prisoners were escorted out of the city and gathered into the army, guarded by Qin soldiers. They did not worry about any trouble at all.

The white snow fell, dyeing everyone's shoulders white. Zhang Tang immediately stepped forward and said, "General, all the soldiers and prisoners have left the city. The sky is in the middle of the day, and the army can set off..."

The sonorous words sounded, and Zhang Tang paused for a moment as if he was puffing out white mist, glanced at the dilapidated Handan City, and then said solemnly: "Are you going to burn Handan City to the ground?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ying Jun, waiting for his order.

At this moment, Handan is already an empty city and a dead city.

Ying Jun frowned, then gave up the idea, turned around, shook the snow off his shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "No, just leave this city to the Zhao people. So what if Handan is burned down? In the future, Qin The state of Zhao must be rebuilt after it has been destroyed, so why waste it? In less than ten years at most, Handan will return to Qin."

After the words fell, all the Qin Army generals bowed in unison, but their hearts were awe-inspiring, and they looked at Ying Jun with even more reverence.

However, Zhang Tang hesitated for a moment, and then said what was in his heart: "The general is determined to win the position of king, so he naturally knows that if he does not burn an empty city of Handan, he will inevitably be underestimated, and he will be used as a weapon. , it makes people feel the benevolence of the General’s woman..."

Before he finished speaking, Ying Jun had already turned around, staring at Zhang Tang quietly with his eyes. Suddenly, a mountain of pressure fell on Zhang Tang's shoulders, and the latter's words immediately choked in his mouth.

"I, Yingjun, have killed not ten thousand but eight thousand people with my own hands. Even Lord Wu An may not have killed more people than I, Yingjun, have killed with my own hands. How kind is my wife? The sword is in my hand. Why should I care about rumors? King Qin's I’m bound to get the position.”

But Zhang Tang had already reached this point. He gritted his teeth and said the next words at once: "But Wang Zizhu is also extraordinary. His merits are not as good as those of General Yu. He is older than General Yu. He even has more heirs than others." There are many great generals.”

As he spoke, all the generals and generals of the Qin Army who had been listening quietly knelt down. They all looked at Ying Jun with their hands raised, and said in unison: "General, please think again!"

After saying that, everyone prostrated themselves on the cold and biting snow.

Li Cunxiao's expression turned cold instantly. The sword-holding hands of Wei Bao and all the tooth soldiers all tightened at this moment. Even Dian Wei, who had always been indifferent, stopped the laziness on his face at this moment, and his eyes gradually became fierce. .

To put it mildly, these people are admonitions, but to put it seriously, they are military admonitions.

For a moment, the entire city fell silent. The cold wind blew by, and weapons and armor collided with clanging sounds. Everyone felt a bone-chilling chill, and their bodies were trembling.

But everyone still knelt down firmly.

At this moment, Zhang Tang didn't care whether Ying Jun would kill him. He stood up, picked up the frost and snow on his face, and said in a sincere tone:
"General, now that the winter snow has fallen, the Rongdi tribe in the grassland will definitely go south to the border, and Wang Zizhu will definitely make new achievements. We are not trying to sow discord. The general wants to fight for the king at this moment, but in terms of merit, simply conquering Handan is not enough. No matter what, I can't compete with Wang Zizhu, and I can't get the Qin ministers to agree with me."

Ying Zhu's 20 years of hard work are enough to offset Ying Jun's contribution this time, not to mention that Ying Zhu himself is also extraordinary, and he was originally the most popular candidate for the crown prince in both the government and the public.

As for Ying Jun, he has been unknown for ten years and it is really difficult to convince the public.

Ying Jun looked at all this with an expressionless face. When Zhang Tang finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Tang's face with stars twinkling in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he immediately took a step forward and reached out to pull him up, but said solemnly:
"If it weren't for my eyes, I would cut off your sacrificial flags today."

He had just scanned all the people with his eyes, and among them there was no dead person from the Six Kingdoms or an assassin from the Mohist family in disguise. Everyone spoke out of public interest and indeed for his consideration.

However, he has his own considerations and plans, and Grassland has already laid out his battle plan.

"I know all your concerns, but the time has not come yet. You can follow me and just obey my orders."

Unless his plan is about to be implemented, he will not tell anyone else except those who are rewarded for signing in the system.

What's more, Ying Jun knew very well that if he wanted to conquer the grassland, he could only use cavalry, but Qin's cavalry at the moment could not compare with the Rong Di tribe on the grassland.

His second brother Ying Zhu is indeed extraordinary, but he lacks the power like him and will never be able to conquer the grassland.

However, he is different.

In his hands were tiger and leopard cavalry, white horse righteous followers, all of which were better than the cavalry of an era, and there were also men like Yan Yun's eighteen cavalry at the ready.

Only by taking action can he completely level the grassland.

Only he could clearly understand how huge the so-called Rongdi alien race was, and how vast the grassland and even the territory beyond the grassland would be.

He just needs one chance.

It only takes one chance to lead the cavalry under his command to achieve unparalleled feats.

And such an opportunity has been sent to him by heaven.

“Rain mixed with snow is unlucky!”

"This is already the case in the Central Plains, and the situation on the grasslands will only become more severe."

"This time the grassland Rongdi will definitely move south. The Great Wall can only passively defend and cannot actively attack. But there is always a hurdle that I can't avoid. As long as I have enough cavalry in my hands, this is my chance! It’s also our opportunity!”

In Ying Jun's muttering, his whole person exuded unparalleled confidence, which instantly infected everyone who knelt in front of him, and immediately bowed their heads in awe.

In fact, Ying Jun still had another way to go, relying on his own troops and horses to carry out military remonstrance and gain the highest power of the Qin State.

This kind of thing is not surprising in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

However, Ying Jun still had a bottom line and was unwilling to take the lead in destroying Qin's good situation at the moment. However, he knew better than anyone about Qin's future.

He did his best to hold the position of King Qin.

Thinking of this, Ying Jun looked at the army that had been organized. The moment his cloak was raised, the falling snow on his shoulders fell.

"It's useless to think too much. Return to Qin!"

After saying that, Ying Jun strode down the city. The generals behind him stood up sonorously, followed Ying Jun down the city, got on his horse, and ran to the place where the army was arrayed outside the city.

boom!
boom!
The moment Ying Jun rode Wu Zui out of the city, whether it was intentional by the generals or voluntary by the soldiers, a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami resounded through the sky in an instant.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

With the roar of thousands of troops, the cold wind stopped, the falling snow trembled, and the roaring sound like muffled thunder spread to the distance.

Even Zhao Ren, who was already numb in the army, saw this scene, and the suppressed sadness and despair in his heart instantly came to his mind. Countless people turned their heads to look at Handan City behind, and cried heartbreakingly.

"Woooooo-"

However, the surrounding Qin soldiers did not care at all. Even the more painful the Zhao people cried, the more excited and happy they became, and the louder the cheers became.

Seeing this, Ying Jun took out Chixiao from his waist and held it high in his hand. He responded to all the soldiers along the way and galloped all the way to the Chinese army's banner.

Ying Jun took a deep breath, and the red sky in his hand suddenly fell. Looking at the black army in sight, he roared: "Send the order, the army returns to the west!!!"

As soon as the voice fell, the drums and trumpets sounded, and the big banner danced, Ying Jun's order had been passed on.

Suddenly, the soldiers' roar of "Wansheng" suddenly changed in tone.

"Go back to the west! Go back to the west! Go back to the west!"

The long army, with flags covering the sun and roaring shouts, the mighty army immediately took steps and moved forward.

Rumble!
Rumble!
The cold wind was howling, the sky was covered with heavy snow, and among the roaring movement there was faintly exciting singing.

"Why don't you say no clothes? The same robes as your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear. I share the same hatred with my son!"

At first, one person sang the song, but in less than a moment, the three armies joined in, and the song was full of heroism and expectation.

In the majestic singing, the black army was like a giant black python, heading back west towards the east of the river...

(End of this chapter)