Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Two years after Chapter 91, we will be invincible!

The drum is the command.

The drum is the soul.

Hear the drum and come in.

The sound of war drums is the source of courage for soldiers when they fight.

However, at this moment, the Qin Army's war drums completely overwhelmed the Zhao Army's drums. The Zhao soldiers could not hear the war drums, so how could they maintain high morale.

On the top of the city, Lian Po's face suddenly darkened when he heard the sound. Chu Sheng beside him was already furious: "Bastard! Let all the drummers play the drums hard, otherwise they will all die!!!"

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Chu Sheng's eyes instantly turned red and he gritted his teeth. He held the Chang Ge in his hand and headed towards the direction of the war drum.

However, the next moment a rough big hand held down his arm, and Lian Po's steady voice came to his ears at the same time: "No need to go. I believe the drummer is more anxious than you at the moment, but I know that they must have already Tried my best.”

Having said this, Lian Po stood up straight, looked up at the soldiers around him, and said loudly:

"Since the war drums are no match, then give up the war drums and let the Qin army's war drums beat. Give all the drummers weapons and let them line up to fight."

Chu Sheng's eyes opened when he heard this, and the soldiers around him looked at Lian Po with emotion.

However, Lian Po's voice did not stop at all, and instead shouted louder and louder:

"Without war drums, I, the Zhao people, can't fight? Without war drums, my flag is the war drums. Without war drums, every Zhao people's shouts are the sound of war drums!!! We, the Zhao people, can still kill people even without war drums. "

"The motherland is at your feet, and the sound of the motherland is the sound of our war drums!"

The high-pitched sounds continued to be transmitted, and the soldiers of Zhao who were affected by the war drums at the top of the city strengthened their faith, and their originally shaken morale suddenly increased again.

At this time, one drummer with tears streaming down his face, armed with weapons, rushed to the top of the city shirtless. When the surrounding soldiers saw this, their morale exploded with a bang.

All of a sudden, all the Zhao soldiers raised their weapons and roared.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

In the uniform sound, the unique Zhao sound was the sound of their war drums, and all the soldiers understood it instantly.

This is Zhao State.

They are Zhao people.

The sound of the motherland is the strongest war drum.

At this moment, the roaring sounds on the city wall sounded again.

"The Qin army is 250 feet away from here!"

"Prepare!"

When Lian Po heard this, he immediately waved his hand. The Zhao soldiers on the top of the city instantly stopped shouting. One by one, the Zhao generals in their respective ranks raised their swords and roared:
"Steady, steady."

"The crossbow is ready."

"Lighting oil!"

The moment a famous soldier clenched his weapon, another soldier ignited the kerosene on the ground. With a bang, the flames swayed and a fire snake ignited in front of the array of crossbowmen.

One by one, the cold arrows were ignited.

The sky is bright and murderous!
At the same time, in the wilderness outside the city, the sounds of counting were heard one after another among the army.

"250 feet!"

"250 feet!"

The army roared, and in the sound of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people breathing, the footsteps of everyone's feet became louder and louder.

Among the array of sword and shield soldiers at the front of the army, a famous soldier tore off the corner of his clothes, bit a corner with his teeth, and tied the long sword firmly to his usual hand, looking ahead more and more It was obvious that Handan City was restraining the urge to charge.

Because the tall body in front had not given orders yet, the entire army became more and more silent, but the generals in the army kept roaring.

"Steady, steady."

"Follow the general."

"Follow Wang Zijun!"

All the Qin soldiers looked forward subconsciously when they heard this, and the blood in their chests was gradually boiling and surging.

Carving, waiting——

At the front of the army, Ying Jun continued to move forward with an expressionless face. Sparks were flying on the city wall, and the chill was biting, but he still moved forward fearlessly.

However, the aura on Yingjun's body became stronger and stronger. Between his breaths, his energy and blood surged like a mighty river. In an instant, the swollen hairs and raised goosebumps on his body were smoothed away, and the biting chill was dispelled. .

At this moment, Yingjun felt the attention of the soldiers behind him, and immediately picked up the Chixiao Sword in his right hand and raised it above his head.

He can't give everyone the promise of immortality, but he can let everyone know and see that he Yingjun has always been at the forefront.

Under the skylight, Chixiao seemed to have rays of light surging on the sword, attracting one after another's eyes.In an instant, thunderous shouts swept through the wilderness.

"Wind! Wind! Strong wind!!!"

There was a lot of noise.

Like thunder raging into the sky.

The roar of 30 people surged forward like a torrent with unparalleled determination.

At this moment, no one can stop Qin's 30-strong army.

Except forward.

Only forward!

"call!!!"

Ying Jun exhaled a breath of turbid air. Influenced by the common will of these 30 people, the blood in his heart suddenly stirred up, and his eyes suddenly shone brightly.

240 feet.

The Handan City in front suddenly fell silent. The tall city was like a ferocious beast crawling on the ground. It restrained its claws and quietly sharpened its claws, waiting for its prey to come up and die.

This is the situation.

At this moment.

Suddenly, Yingjun felt like singing loudly, shouting out all the heroism, excitement and excitement in his heart, making the soon-to-be gorgeous stage even more noisy.

Let the Zhao soldiers and Zhao people who are about to sleep here listen to the Qin people's cry for the last time.

In an instant, Yingjun raised his head and shouted:
"Jiujiu and Lao Qin fought against the national calamity together. There will be no truce until the blood is shed!..."

At the beginning, it was just Ying Jun singing and roaring alone, but by the time he sang the last line, 30 troops were already responding in unison:
"There is the Great Qin in the west, which is rising like the sun. The country has been hated for hundreds of years, and the vicissitudes of life are difficult to put down..."

The tragic and heroic singing contained unspeakable bones buried in it, as well as the unparalleled indignation and unwillingness of the Qin people.

Even the words shouted by these soldiers from all over the Qin Kingdom were somewhat tone-deaf, and even the most basic intonation was not neat.

However, no one felt that the singing at this moment was ridiculous, but only heavy and solemn, and it also had the ambition of the Qin people for hundreds of years.

"The world is in turmoil, how can there be peace! Qin Yourui, who will fight for the front!"

Even the [-] soldiers from Shu felt the same way at this moment, and started to roar along with the song.

30 Qin soldiers swept forward like a strong wind across the wilderness, singing the Qin people's song of despairing of death. Their rumble of footsteps mixed with the contending voices roared like wind and thunder in all directions.

In the city, all the Zhao people raised their heads in panic again and looked at the sky, feeling that the sky was shaking.

In the palace, Zhao Wangdan was sitting on the throne. Even though his eyes were full of indifference, he couldn't help but be startled when he heard the sound. He looked at the wine glass in front of him and murmured in a low voice:
"People from Qin! Win the surname Zhao!"

On the west wall of Handan, the soldiers had expressionless faces and accelerated their movements in response to the orders, murderous intent gathering like a storm.

Even though they had seen the Zhao State flag on the city in front and the crossbows cocked on the city, they still did not stop, nor did they retreat in the slightest.

240 feet.

230 feet.

220 long…

The pace under his feet even accelerated involuntarily.

The flag bearers holding the battle flags held their heads high and held their chests high, holding the flags high in their hands without moving at all, just like the giant figure holding the flag at the front, leading the army behind them to move forward.

"go ahead!"

"go ahead!!"

"go ahead!!!"

With roars that were extremely high-pitched, the black army approached a distance of 210 feet without stopping.

Two hundred and ninety feet, two hundred and eighty feet, two hundred and seventy feet...

Amidst the turbulent "prepare" sounds of the Zhao soldiers on the city top, the Qin army seemed to have ignored their own life and death, and only wanted to follow Ying Jun in front of them to advance and advance, and conquer the Handan City in front of them in one fell swoop.

call!
At the front, Yingjun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly raised the Chixiao Sword in his hand. Without any pause in his steps, he approached the distance of two hundred feet step by step.

At a certain moment, Yingjun opened his eyes fiercely, an unstoppable edge bloomed in his eyes, and he violently crossed the wasteland in front of him, as if he had crossed the boundary between life and death. The long sword in his hand was violently chopped down, and the words in his mouth were also At the same time, he roared loudly:
"In the first 20 years, we were invincible in the world! In the next 20 years, we were invincible in the world!!!"

In an instant, the dark soldiers above and below the city roared out at the same time.

"kill!"

the next moment.

The wind and thunder were violent, and the wasteland was like a torrent bursting through its embankments, roaring forward.

In the sky, black clouds rose into the sky, roaring towards Yingjun's location.

The murderous intent is as awe-inspiring as frost!
(End of this chapter)