Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 86: In this world, war is better than words!
Rumble!
Above the sky clouds, the northern goshawks let out bursts of eagle calls, streaking across the sky. On the overlooking ground, dense figures of people came into their eyes, and soon the sound that was different from thunder pierced the cangs in vain.

thump—

dong dong dong-

The moment the eagle's cry resounded, the overlords who were attacking the sky flew high in vain and turned into the distance.

As the skylight filled the air, dust rose into the sky. Hundreds of chariots drove forward slowly. In front of the large cowhide drums mounted on them, the sergeants waved their arms and beat the drum heads vigorously.

Dust shakes.

The vast and heroic sound of war drums is like the roaring wind on the plains of Guanzhong, resounding throughout the world.

To the left and right of the chariot with war drums, figures spread out in the field of vision, extending from the end of the world to the other side of the horizon that is beyond the reach of the eyes.

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
Numerous footsteps were followed by loud vibrations, and the roaring movement shocked insects, rats, and snakes lurking in the wasteland.

Although the speed of the army was not fast, and could even be called slow, under the orders to kill one after another, the dark soldiers began to gather into countless small square formations.

"Array."

"Array!"

Then several huge battle formations were formed, forming a black straight line from the horizon, moving in like rolling waves, carrying the majestic power of impacting the earth.

Countless flags with the words "Win" and "Qin" were fluttering ferociously on Chen's head, surrounding the high-flying black bird flag in the middle.

The tiger and leopard cavalry and the Qin army's cavalry divided into two long dragons, spread across the wilderness, and stationed their horses behind the formations on both sides to prepare for the attack.

The mighty Qin army was like thick clouds in the sky before a storm, slowly pressing down and suffocating people, and its front line reached a mile outside Handan City.

In front of the huge sea of ​​people, Handan City, so close at hand, is like a small rock blocking the waves, and will be swallowed up by the stormy waves at any time.

woohoo-

Amidst the wild horn horn sound, the Qin army suddenly stopped in place like a black tide.

Not moving like a mountain.

Banner hunting.

The turbulent smoke and dust were like fading ink, revealing the Qin soldiers who were as silent as sculptures in the dust.

As the wind blew, the clang of the collision of weapons and armor swayed like ripples. Amidst the jingling of jingles, more than 30 troops looked at the insistence in front of them. They all clenched the weapons in their hands, their palms already filled with blood. Hot as fire.

Handan!

Handan!

Handan! !
Between his breaths, murderous aura surged into the sky.

The world seemed to suddenly become silent at this moment. Immediately, a cold light shone, the Milky Way turned upside down, and at the moment countless weapons were raised to the sky, a deafening roar resounded throughout the world.

"Wind! Wind! Gale!"

boom!
boom!
A shocking sound like thunder resounded at the top of Handan City. At this moment, all the Zhao people in the city looked up to the sky.

Even though they didn't see it with their own eyes, everyone knew it at this moment.

The Qin army has made a comeback.

The howling wind packed the dust and hit the city wall, fluttering on people's faces.

Lian Po stood under the commander's flag at the top of the city with his sword pressed. He looked steadily at the vast sea of ​​people outside the city. The hand holding the sword hilt gradually tightened, and his joints had turned white.

Facing such a huge Qin army, there are not enough soldiers to rely on to hold on. It is impossible to say that there is no pressure, but now there is no way out.

He did not.

Neither did Zhao.

However, winter has arrived. As long as the Qin army can resist the Qin army's offensive and delay the Qin army for a while, the war situation can be reversed. Zhao will fight to the bitter end once.

This is the capital, Handan. With the right time, location, and people, Zhao still has the upper hand.

What's more, reinforcements from Yan and Qi are already on their way, and the six countries have united again. It's not like Zhao has no chance to turn defeat into victory.

And if Yingjun's army is defeated, the Qin Kingdom will cease to exist... Lian Po closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes already extremely determined. He took a deep breath, and the breath of blood and war instantly filled his chest, and the corners of his eyes were filled with blood. In the peripheral vision, the [-] soldiers on the city wall were ready.

a whistle.

Lian Po exhaled the turbid air from his chest heavily, looked at the army that could not be seen, looked at the tall and blurry banner standing in the distance, and ordered in a deep voice:
"Shout and ask Yingjun to come and talk to me before the battle. I want to take a good look at Qin's tigers!"

……

He looked back from the top of the city.

Under the ferocious flag of the Chinese army, Ying Jun's eyes were indifferent. Numerous Qin army generals and generals around him knelt on one knee and obeyed orders solemnly.

Suddenly, a voice came from the front, and the echoes gradually became clearer.

"Yingjun! General Lian Po of the State of Zhao invites you to speak before the battle. Do you have the guts to come forward and meet me!!!"

"Yingjun! General Lian Po of the State of Zhao invites you to speak before the battle. Do you have the guts to come forward and meet me!!!"

Amidst the surging shouts, the generals looked up and looked back. The deputy general Zhang Tang said quickly: "General, don't go lightly!"

"If you don't go, won't you tell the soldiers that I, Yingjun, fear Lianpo?" As he spoke, Yingjun shook the reins and drove the horse forward without any hesitation:

"Lian Po is old, I can win like the sun in the sky, why should I be afraid!!!"

Horse hooves trampled the ground, and the soldiers in formation moved out of the way. The generals behind them got on their horses and were about to follow.

However, Yingjun shouted without looking back: "Everyone obeys the order. No one is allowed to move forward without my order."

Amidst the fierce shouts, Yingjun rode Wu Zhui past the figures holding swords and swords, walked straight to the front of the army formation, and went to Handan City.

Three hundred feet.

Two hundred feet.

One hundred and fifty feet...

sigh -

Wu Zhui hissed.

A man and a horse stopped a hundred feet away from Handan City, just like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

Yingjun raised his head and looked at the veteran Angzang who was under the leadership of Handan City Chief Commander, and his cold voice resounded clearly: "How? Can you see it clearly, veteran general? Do you want me, Yingjun, to step forward?"

On the top of the city, Lian Po narrowed his eyes when he heard the sound, pursed his lips and looked at Ying Jun silently, and then raised his hand.

A hundred feet away, on top of Wu Zhui, Ying Jun also raised his hand towards Lian Po.

Putting down his hand, Lian Po on the top of the city stroked the severed beard under his jaw, and then a heroic voice sounded, not inferior to Ying Jun: "Hu'er, it's hard to compete with him!!!"

Under the city wall, Ying Jun pressed Chi Xiao on his waist, looked directly at Lian Po, and his tone was still cold:
"Why is it so difficult to fight? At this moment, the old general is still leading a group of defeated soldiers to stand in front of me Yingjun? Standing in front of my 30 tigers and wolves?"

"Zhao has been defeated in many battles. Five hundred thousand men are buried in the battlefield. How many soldiers are there who can fight? The remaining soldiers are defeated and the young and old are not picked up. How many days can they hold on? Why do the old generals have to hold on? At this time, the troops are gathered to resist. Do you really think that this Handan Can you stop me from winning Jun?"

"Old General, you must understand clearly that we, the Qin Dynasty, are united in our will and will rise like the sun in the east. Sooner or later, we will overthrow the world, so why bother struggling to the death with our arms like a chariot?"

Under the golden sky, the cold wind howled across the earth, and the flags held high by both sides sounded at this moment.

Yingjun and Lianpo looked at each other.

silence.

Silence.

No words rang out.

After a moment, Yingjun turned around, pulled the reins with his right arm, reined in the horse, turned towards the dark army behind him, and shouted with a sonorous voice:

"Since the old general doesn't understand and it's useless to talk more, let's start a war!"

On the top of the city, Lian Po stood silently, stroking his hand with the broken beard and looking at Ying Jun's back. It wasn't that he didn't understand, but he understood it very well.

In this world, war is better than words!

(End of this chapter)