Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 45: There is a tiger in my heart, the future God of War!
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On the wasteland, messy footsteps stepped across the ground one after another, splashing dust, and the dark Qin army pulled out a long dragon intermittently.

One by one, the generals of the Qin Army kept running and shouting on both sides of the team, but their voices were particularly hoarse and weak at the moment, completely lacking the loudness and generosity they had before.

"Go, go forward, don't look back."

"Follow, follow them all."

"Don't panic."

The ground was shaking continuously. No matter how brave the Qin soldiers were before, they were all panting like cattle at the moment, and each of them looked like they were fished out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

However, at this moment, only they themselves understood that they no longer had the strength to even carry their weapons, and their whole bodies seemed to be falling apart.

However, the steps under their feet did not dare to stop at all. As long as they still had the last bit of strength, everyone moved towards Fenshui. Even though they knew that most of the coalition forces were infantry, they still did not dare to take it lightly.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

The unique accent of the Chu State came from the rear. All the Qin soldiers subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands, and subconsciously turned their heads to look.

But at this moment, the leopard cavalry escorting them all the way, led by the captain, immediately turned back and attacked the Chu troops who were pursuing from behind.

This is Wang Lu's army that is about to retreat to the west bank of the Fen River.

On a hillside, Ying Jun led the tiger cavalry and stood quietly. Everyone was as silent as sculptures, but their cold eyes were always staring at the Chu army pursuing from behind.

A horse rushed forward.

Li Cunxiao raised his hands towards Yingjun and spoke in a loud voice: "Master Qi, a rough estimate is that more than [-] of Wang Lu's soldiers were killed in the battle, and more than [-] were injured. Many seriously injured soldiers fell to the retreating soldiers. en route."

Pity……

Even though Yingjun was prepared in his heart, he still looked solemn at this moment.

These armies, which have been baptized by three years of war, and have also gone through the hardships of retreat and the pursuit of troops, will become elite tigers and wolves of unparalleled power once they are fully rested.

The elite level is definitely more powerful than any other army in the Qin State at the moment.

Except for not having the absolute loyalty of the system soldiers, their force, will, tenacity and other factors are undoubtedly comparable to the system army.

Yingjun spent so much effort, even if he wanted to retain more power for Qin, it was more because he wanted to control this power.

What's more, these soldiers will now be his force to prepare for a counterattack against Handan in the future.

Handan, Handan!
Yingjun set the goal of capturing Handan from the beginning. If he wanted to be completely famous among the countries, it was not enough to defeat the coalition forces on the battlefield. Only by capturing Handan could he achieve his hegemony.

The more losses there are at this moment, the weaker the force to counterattack Handan will be.

However, the top priority is to successfully retreat Wang Lu's army to the west bank of Fen River, so that he can counterattack Handan without any worries.

Thinking of this, Ying Jun asked in a deep voice: "How is the situation of the Chu army?"

Li Cunxiao replied: "The chaos of the army has ended, the morale is gradually recovering, and more and more soldiers and horses are coming to pursue. Even though the leopard cavalry continue to fight, the number of soldiers and horses invested by the Chu army in pursuit has increased again and again."

Having said this, Li Cunxiao paused and then said: "At this moment, there is still one hour left before the sky becomes completely dark, which is enough to retreat all the troops to Fenshui and then start making arrangements to cross the river."

Hearing this, Ying Jun nodded and immediately gave the order: "Instruct Dian Wei to lead the Beiwei Army to the rear, and you and your Leopard Cavalry will be at your side to support you."

"No!" Li Cunxiao immediately clapped his horse and retreated, heading east with the Leopard Cavalry.

Even with the two powerful generals Dian Wei and Li Cunxiao, as well as the fierce forces of Bei Weijun and Leopard Cavalry.

However, the deterrent effect against the Chu army was still limited, and it could not stop the Chu army's pursuit. There were almost fighting all the way back to Fenshui.

And the closer they got to Fenshui, the more intense the fighting became. Even at the final distance, even Yingjun led the tiger cavalry into the enemy formation again to fight.

The Chu army's pursuit offensive gradually turned into alternating attacks, trying to eat the exhausted remnant soldiers one by one.

It was not until the evening that the pursuing Chu army was repelled again with friction and attrition, and then the coalition forces retreated and entered Piluo City.

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Night followed.The cold wind of autumn and winter blows through the night, causing the Fenshui to squeak and the pontoons on the Fenshui to squeak.

"Crash!!!"

"Gudong, Gudong."

On the east bank of the Fen River, the dark soldiers of Qin lined up in a row. They hurriedly picked up the cold river water with their hands full of calluses and minor wounds and drank it into their mouths. They stood up tiredly and shakenly to change into the comrades waiting behind them.

The surroundings were full of figures who were as tired as them, sitting in the river, on wasteland or on rocks, taking the time to squint and rest to build up their strength.

The moisture of Fenshui, the smell of blood, and the smell of herbs mixed together in the air.

Amidst the rustling footsteps, a soldier who had drunk a few steps fell down. The surrounding Qin soldiers rushed up to help them, and they even growled:

"Wake up, wake up, don't sleep..."

Amid anxious and hoarse roars, the fallen soldiers were reluctantly carried to the wasteland. An experienced soldier hurried up to check. However, within a moment, heart-wrenching cries came from the shadows.

In a team of 10 people, there are not many such sounds, but not too few. The sound comes like a wolf howling at night...

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On the pontoon, people supported the injured soldiers and walked towards the west bank in shadows. Dots of firelight shone in the dark night, and the army was crossing the river one after another.

In the open space next to the bridge, a bonfire burned fiercely, illuminating the surrounding two feet.

Ying Jun's tall body stood there, watching every injured soldier step onto the pontoon bridge, calming the morale of all the soldiers. The one who crossed the river in the same batch as the wounded soldiers was Wang Lu, who was unconscious due to excessive blood loss.

Theoretically, General Wang Lang was unconscious at this moment, and he, the general, was the supreme commander of this army.

After a while, Dian Wei stepped over, sat down on a stone, rolled up the torn brocade silk on his abdomen, and bandaged the wound.

There were several wounds on the abdomen, arms, and shoulders.

Some areas covered with beetle leaves have also been cut indents or scratched with white marks. In the fight, they were inevitably injured by cold guns and hidden arrows.

Compared to him and Li Cunxiao who fought on horseback, the foot fight was as fierce as Dian Wei's, but in the face of a battle with 10,000+ people, injuries were still inevitable.

However, these are only minor injuries to Dian Wei, the 'ancient evil'.

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There was a crunching sound of branches breaking behind him. When Ying Jun turned his face, a figure in black clothes and armor came over, lowered a long sword that drank countless blood, knelt on one knee and held his hands in his hands and said:

"Captain Wang Jian pays homage to the general."

A strange color flashed across Ying Jun's eyes. Wang Jian, the God of War who destroyed the Six Kingdoms, was still a captain of the Qin Army at this moment.

"What's the matter with you?" Ying Jun raised his hand to signal Wang Jian to get up.

Wang Jian held Chang Ge and returned in a low voice: "General, this place is still a hundred miles away from Fencheng, but the brothers are almost unable to hold on. It is not a good idea to continue like this."

Yingjun looked around in the distance. There were many figures shuttled among the crowd, bandaging and treating the slightly injured. Soldiers who often experienced battles had some experience in wound treatment and knew how to stop bleeding quickly, but the method was quite simple and crude. Also accompanied by pain.

Moreover, even if it is a minor injury, in this era of lack of medical treatment and medicine, an inflammation is enough to kill many soldiers.

He knew all this in his heart.

However, he was more interested in Wang Jian. He leaned slightly and looked at Wang Jian beside him: "Then what can you do?"

Wang Jian thought for a moment, then a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "No, if the Qin army who came to support and assist arrives... forget it, the general will just pretend that I didn't say anything."

It is not known when the reinforcements from the Qin State will arrive. Without the arrival of the reinforcements, the Chu-Zhao coalition forces will never completely retreat, but will persevere in pursuit of Fencheng.

"But I do." When Ying Jun raised his eyes, he said in a fierce voice: "It doesn't have to be reinforcements, as long as the Chu army retreats in the face of difficulties."

"Huh?" Wang Jian looked at Ying Jun in surprise: "I'm afraid the Chu army can make a rough guess about the situation of the army. They will not retreat easily."

Yingjun naturally knew this situation, but his eyes drifted and looked faintly at the pontoon on the Fen River...

(End of this chapter)