Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 50: The reeds are green and the white dew is frost!
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The coalition army that was originally pursuing them retreated towards the east, and the diffuse flags completely disappeared from sight.

This huge war involving the four kingdoms of Qin, Zhao, Chu and Wei finally came to an end with the Qin army crossing the Fen River westward and the allied forces retreating on their own initiative.

Huhuhu——

The cold wind howled by, picking up the dust on the wilderness, leaving human and horse footprints everywhere on the bare ground, silently describing the desolation and loneliness.

Occasionally, there were sporadic sounds of gold and iron clashing in the distance. It was the scouts from both sides who had not recovered yet and were still fighting on a small scale.

But nowadays, this is no longer a concern for most people.

Boom! !

Boom! !

As the ground trembled, [-] Qin army cavalry approached from the wasteland to the west, and the noisy hoofbeats instantly broke the bleak atmosphere.

As the army approached, a heroic young man stepped out of the formation. He quickly came to Yingjun on horseback. He dismounted and knelt down on one knee to report: "On the order of the king, Captain Mengwu led [-] cavalry and came to listen to the king." General’s order!”

"Meng Wu?" Ying Jun lowered his gaze and fell on the face of the heroic young man in front of him: "Is your father Meng Ao, the high minister?"

"It's Jia Yan." Meng Wu replied without any hesitation. He had seen such a question before and was not surprised.

However, when Ying Jun heard this in front of him, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough it was him.

Apart from the famous figures of the Warring States Period, Yingjun knew only about most other people, but Yingjun still knew the name of Mengshi.

Meng's family started with Meng Ao's generation, and continued to his son Meng Wu, and his grandchildren Meng Tian and Meng Yi, one of the four heroes.

In particular, Meng Ao is a man whose talents are not inferior to those of the four war gods of the Warring States Period.

Meng Ao served as an official in the four dynasties of Qin Zhaoxiang, Qin Xiaowen, Qin Zhuangxiang, and Qin Shihuang, and led his troops on several expeditions.

He successively captured more than ten cities in Korea, more than thirty cities in Zhao, and more than fifty cities in Wei, allowing Qin to establish Sanchuan County and Dongjun, and connected Qin's territory with Qi, forming three sides to South Korea and Wei. The encirclement laid a solid foundation for Qin Shihuang to unify the six countries in the future.

Yingjun would never let go of such a character.

What's more important is that the Meng clan has always been a staunch Qin faction. They will follow whoever becomes the king of Qin wholeheartedly.

They are not loyal to a family or a surname, but to a country.

The Meng family has been fighting against the Huns for several generations. If they attack the Huns in the future, with the help of the Meng family, it will be easier to pacify the Huns in the future.

Thinking of this, although the expression on Yingjun's face did not change, he said:

"Your Majesty is famous. Even though I live in Hangu, I have heard about it. Today you dare to approach the combined forces of Chu, Zhao and Wei with ten thousand cavalry. Meng is very courageous."

"I don't dare to praise him as a prince. Compared with the prince's courage against thousands of troops alone, Meng Wu is far behind." Meng Wu said a little flattered, but when he looked at Ying Jun, he couldn't help but feel friendly.

At this time, there was a dull thump on the ground, and Dian Wei stepped over with double iron halberds in his hands, and a loud voice rang out: "Ha! Ten thousand cavalry. If Huang Xie and others knew that the reinforcements were really only 1, it would be impossible to say I will hit the wall and die in shame and anger..."

A faint smile flashed across Yingjun's lips.

If he had known that [-] cavalry were coming for reinforcements, he would have immediately led his army to attack.

However, out of the corner of his eye, Ying Jun looked at the [-] cavalry standing beside him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he knew now that it was not too late.

Meng Wu, who was standing next to him, stared at Dian Wei with a look of shock on his face. Ying Jun's height of 1.8 meters was already considered tall among the Qin people.

At this moment, Dian Wei, who was just over two meters tall, was walking with his head held high, just like a giant bear from the wild, with a sinister aura.

However, Meng Wu immediately exclaimed with bright eyes: "Such a majestic and mighty man, he must be an unparalleled warrior."

"Hehe!" Dian Wei grinned when he heard this, and cupped his hand honestly towards Meng Wu.

At this time, Li Cunxiao came on horseback, jumped off the flame colt, knelt down on one knee and reported: "My lord, the coalition forces have withdrawn from a distance of thirty miles, and all the surrounding coalition scouts have also retreated one after another. It should be true that they have retreated." ”

After saying this, Li Cunxiao nodded towards Meng Wu who was standing beside him. The latter immediately bowed his hand in salute, without showing any signs of booing because of Li Cunxiao's skinny figure and face like a sick man.

Especially when there is Dian Wei nearby for comparison.

Yingjun took this scene into consideration and appreciated Meng Wu more. He is a talent.

Immediately, Yingjun turned his horse's head and ordered to everyone: "Return to the army——"

As soon as the words fell, the horse's hooves crushed the soil and splashed, and the figure was already galloping like an arrow from the string, and then with a rumbling sound, the black torrent of cavalry followed closely...

……

Both sides of the Fen River.

Except for the Chu and Zhao coalition forces that retreated to the east, the nearly 10,000+ troops retreating to the west emitted cheers from time to time in the fields and mountains and forests dozens of miles away from Fencheng.

"The coalition forces are retreating! The coalition forces are retreating!"

"The general is back!!"

"We can all go home!!!"

There was an uproar and the news spread like wildfire.

The dark Qin soldiers all roared with excitement, as if a heavy mountain had been lifted off their shoulders in an instant.

However, everyone laughed and cried again. Soon some people ran around looking for some herbs to bandage the wounded to stop the bleeding.

Gradually, the huge retreating army of Qin Army gradually fell silent.

War horses ran back and forth on both sides of the Fen River, dragging downed trees one by one. On a spacious deserted beach on the west bank, a wooden platform was being built.

Wang Jian, who was left at the end, and more than 2000 veterans gathered around the place, holding weapons and standing solemnly, their eyes following the busy figures.

The corpses of the Qin soldiers who died in the battle were carried over and placed one by one on the piled branches.

The blood on his face had been wiped away.

Due to the cold weather, most people's corpses have become stiff, and many people still retain the ferocious image of glaring before death. In the lonely atmosphere, it is a bit creepy to watch.

But at this moment, there is only tragedy and solemnity.

The silent veterans around looked at the bodies on the branches and the many comrades who died of serious injuries behind them. Some couldn't help but wipe the corners of their eyes. "Hey, it's good to go. It's good to go!"

Even though they are all veterans who have fought for the rest of their lives, they still feel sour at this moment, looking at the sky with red eyes, and their eyes gradually become blank.

does it worth?
does it worth?
After a while, choked sounds and sobs resounded in the crowd, and some people cried out. Tens of thousands of recovered corpses were laid out.

A burning torch was taken by Li Cunxiao and walked to the edge of Fenshui River next to the figure who was looking eastward. He lowered his head and whispered: "My lord, all the soldiers who died in the battle have been sorted out. According to your instructions, the ones on their bodies have been sorted out." None of the armor has been removed. Now it's time to send them off..."

After a while, Yingjun took a deep breath. The cold water vapor made the tip of his nose feel cold. He took the torch and looked back. He saw the towering wooden platform.

No one was lying there peacefully with their eyes closed.

Some of the lying soldiers were twisted ferociously, clenching their teeth and frowning as they died, while others died with their arms clasped around their wrists and their mouths open to devour...

The field of vision swayed and moved closer. The Qin soldiers who had not evacuated on the west bank were stretched inside and outside, or were being helped by their companions. An atmosphere of compassion enveloped the beach.

"You are all good sons of Qin."

"You have shed your last drop of blood for Qin."

"Look around, my comrades have come to see you off. Don't worry, your sacrifices will not be in vain. One day, Great Qin will definitely end the troubled times and bring peace to the world!"

In the muttering voice, the burning torch was thrown on the nearby branch, and dozens or hundreds of nearby torches were thrown over.

Winter dry wood crackles and ignites.

boom!boom!boom!
When the flames shot up in clusters, Wang Jian drew out his iron sword and struck it. His eyes were wet and red, and while his lips were trembling, he hummed and roared loudly:
"Jianjia Cangcang...white dew is like frost...the so-called beauty...is on the side of the water..."

Around him, figures one after another drew out their weapons and began to strike. The sounds of gold and iron resounded in unison, and low and powerful songs came from their mouths.

"... If you follow it back, the road is blocked and long. If you follow it back, you will find yourself in the middle of the water. The vines are luxuriant, and the white dew is still fresh. The so-called Yiren is on the water's bank. If you follow it, the road is blocked and long... "

Ying Jun was startled. Not only had he heard of Jian Jia, he had also learned about it, but this was the first time he heard such a generous, tragic but passionate Jian Jia.

However, without any explanation at all, Yingjun suddenly understood the meaning of their songs.

Iraqis.

Iraqis!

Vivid figures suddenly appeared in Yingjun's mind, as if they were appearing in front of him.

It is the mother who leans on the door and looks at her.

It’s the wife crying on the pillow.

A child of longing and awe.

He is a proud and concerned father...

At this moment, the soldiers in front of them were no longer ferocious soldiers fighting on the battlefield, but ordinary and ordinary fathers, husbands, brothers, and sons.

However, they will never see each other again now, never again.

The sound of rolling songs swept across the west bank of Fenshui River in an instant, drowning out the sound of waves, and followed the long queue to the west in an instant.

A Qin sergeant suddenly looked back to the east, his open mouth roared and shouted in an instant, and he melted into it with tears streaming down his face.

At the end of the song, countless voices sounded in unison: "... If you follow it back, the road is blocked and turn to the right. If you follow it, you will swim in the water."

The roar echoed in the wilderness, mountains and forests, and even the city. The soldiers all turned red in the face, yelling in a distorted manner with tears streaming down their faces.

Birds flew into the sky in flocks to avoid this crazy atmosphere.

The flames burned more violently, and the billowing black smoke covered the sky and covered the sun like clouds.

Then tearing and spreading in the sky.

Like the reed beach in the song.

However, was there ever a beauty that the soldiers longed for...

Suddenly, a cold flash passed through the corner of Yingjun's eyes. He raised his hand and a drop of crystal light passed through his fingertips.

tears?
Originally, Yingjun thought he would never cry in this life, but at this moment, the cold tears were so clear, and he had never felt this cruel era so clearly as at this moment.

"This is a troubled world!!!" Ying Jun muttered to himself, but his eyes were firmer than ever before, and he clenched his fists suddenly:

"Fuck the troubled times!"

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"Manual spiritual energy recovery, attracting cultivators at the beginning"

Introduction: Zhou Xianfu traveled through time ten years ago and bound the system.In ten years, it has become a world-class financial oligarch.Ten years ago, he knew that the end was coming, and humans could only save themselves by manually reviving spiritual energy!
System: "Mission 50: Make at least [-] billion people around the world aware of the existence of immortal/wu."

"Mission Two: Spread the simplified version of the 'Supreme Qi-Napping Method' to the world, and enable at least 40 billion people around the world to officially start practicing it. Cause the earth to bottom out and spiritual energy to explode!"

It takes ten years to plan and three years to prepare.The purpose of this competition is to promote Chinese martial arts.The reality show "The Last Standing Strong" with a prize of US$500 billion and no matter life or death has officially begun.

Global madness.

Mercenaries, boxers, fighters, martial artists, and masters all think they will be the leader of taking away 1000 billion US dollars.

And no one knows who is on the same track as them...

Wudang: "Ancestor please come out of the mountain!"

Baguamen: "Old Ancestor, please appear in front of the world again."

As a result, in the live broadcast of a fighting match that everyone in the world thought was just a fighting game, gods and figures appeared one after another.Shock the world!
World boxing champion: "He...he smashed a mountain with one foot, how can I fight him?"

UFC champ crazy: "Sea running? Jump hundreds of meters? Why, why haven't the Olympics ever seen them? God..."

At this moment, the world has officially entered the era of cultivation!

Zhou Xianfu: "It's time, come, follow me to promote spiritual recovery!"

(End of this chapter)