Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 99 Breaking the City!Break the city!
"kill!"

"Kill!"

The roar shook the sky, and the shouts of killing boiled.

Ying Jun started killing at the top of the city like a ferocious beast, while Zhao soldiers rushed and killed like a wave.

However, Yingjun is like a rock in the waves, always standing firm and even moving forward against the waves.

boom!
He casually grabbed a long sword and exploded the long sword that was stabbed secretly. The broken wooden pole blew open the Mohist's head like an iron whip.

The red is bloody and the white is dazzling.

But Yingjun's footsteps did not stop at all. Chi Xiao in his right hand kept slashing, and he directly cut a gap in the surging crowd.

The surrounding soldiers of Sergeant Zhao still rushed forward to fight like crazy. Even though they knew that the weapons in their hands could not stop Yingjun, they still rushed upward.

"Kill!"

"He can't hold on for long, hold on!"

"Zhao Ren, fight to the death!!!"

One after another words continued to ring out among the crowd, and a famous ink artist kept rushing forward like a machine without fear of death.

In the blink of an eye, Yingjun's armor was completely stained red by their blood, and the color of the armor on both arms turned dark brown.

The hot blood solidified and was wetted by the hot blood again.

"The Mohist will fight to the death and never retreat!"

Among the crowd, a hoarse voice sounded. This was the only voice of a Mohist, like someone taking a long sword and polishing it on a whetstone: "Kill the Qin Dynasty!!!"

In an instant, Yingjun's eyes burst out with unparalleled killing intent, and his eyes were so bright that it was impossible to look directly at them.

With a bang, he grabbed the neck of a Mohist who jumped out to chop, and threw him in the direction of the sound.

"get out!!!"

Amidst the ferocious roar of the tiger, King Yingjun stepped forward with an angry look, waving Chixiao with his right hand and slamming it into a fist with his left hand, creating a bloody storm all the way.

"Baoqin?"

"Baoqin?"

"Baoqin!"

One word, one kill, the moment the three words were spoken, dozens of mutilated corpses had fallen around Yingjun, with an extremely angry look on his face.

"What a sentence to tyrannize the Qin Dynasty, what a Mohist!!! In a time of great strife, should we, the people of Qin, stretch our necks and wait for death?!!!"

Some of Zhao's soldiers, who were still alive, fell to the ground and wailed.

However, Yingjun became even more furious, and his cold voice resounded throughout the city: "If I were the king, I would definitely eradicate the Mohists."

"presumptuous!!!"

The moment the angry voice rang out among the crowd, a dozen Mohists couldn't bear it and jumped out from the crowd, holding their spears, swords and halberds high and piercing towards Yingjun.

The eyes that were originally dead water were now full of anger, and the expressionless face finally showed the same ferocious anger as the surrounding soldiers Zhao.

"Ha!! Presumptuous?" Ying Jun sneered, tapped his toes, grabbed a halberd in his left hand, and swept it forward in the air with one hand.

It was powerful and hissing.

The sharp halberd swept across like a sickle in an instant. With a swishing sound, dozens of ink practitioners who jumped up in front of them were cut in half like weeds.

Whoa!
Whoa!
Blood mixed with internal organs and so on fell to the ground, and the body that was broken into two parts twisted and struggled at the top of the city.

With a snap, Yingjun crushed a Mohist's head with his foot. The halberd in his hand broke with a crack, and the bronze halberd blade fell to the ground, splashing with blood.

The scene was so horrifying that the surrounding soldiers Zhao's eyes widened for a moment, and they all stopped in their tracks. The moment their pupils shrank sharply, their scalps became numb and wrinkled to the extreme.

Looking at Yingjun in the Shura field, everyone was shocked on the spot.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

The sound of swallowing saliva came one after another.

However, the hoarse voice, like sharpening a knife, still sounded: "All the disputes in the world are caused by the violent Qin."

While talking, countless Mohists rushed towards Yingjun one after another, their weapons flashing with cold light.

"In the era of great strife, all the countries are rising up. Why do you abandon our Qin State?!" Ying Jun was extremely angry. He waved his hand and punched a Mohist who came up to him: "It is because these six countries are constantly fighting, our Qin State inherits the inheritance. Destiny, unite the world and end this chaotic world once and for all!"

"As long as people's hearts are selfish, strife will surely arise again in the world."

"Is it relying on universal love instead of aggression?" In Ying Jun's cold words, he took ten steps forward again.

By this time, he himself could no longer remember how many people he had killed. In just fifty steps, at least hundreds of lives perished in his hands.

The Mo Masters in the crowd seemed to be completely stimulated by Ying Jun's words, and all the Mo Masters rushed up with red eyes.

However, apart from the courage to die, they did not know any battle skills at all, and they could only be killed one by one when facing Yingjun in front of them.

Yingjun's words did not stop at all.

"You are all just a bunch of high-sounding rats."

"When the Qin people attacked Hangu, where were you waiting for Mo Zhe?"

"When the foreign tribes went south, where were you waiting for Mo Zhe?"

"When Qi Henggong and nine princes joined forces to attack Rong and Di from the north, where were you waiting for Mo Zhe?"

Ying Jun's voice became louder and louder, and the force of Chi Xiao's wave in his hand became more and more fierce, constantly pushing forward and fighting forward.

Behind him, Dian Wei and the others had silent faces, following closely behind him, constantly charging forward, and the weapons in their hands were chopping harder and harder.

Further away, Qin's soldiers crowded with Zhao's soldiers and kept moving towards the location of the big banner.

"Mo Zhe?" Ying Jun roared loudly, fighting in his hands without stopping, shaking off the blood beads on Chi Xiao, and his originally high-pitched voice suddenly became louder.

"Are there any Qin people?"

"Are there any Qin people?"

"Are there any Qin people?"

Three sounds in a row shocked the ears, and the Mohists along the way howled miserably, and their heads rose into the sky.

Flying high like a fountain of blood.

Only Yingjun's tiger-roaring words echoed throughout the entire city.

"The Mo family like you and Zongheng are just a bunch of rats."

"You are using high-sounding excuses just to maintain your special status."

"If it weren't for your own selfish interests and repeated obstruction, the world would have been unified long ago!!!"

As soon as the unified voice finished, Yingjun instantly cut off the seven stabbing Chang Ge in front of him, and swung his arm to smash away the Mo Zhe who was blocking the way.

Chi Xiao flicked.

A curtain of blood filled the sky.

Yingjun directly smashed the blood curtain and rushed in front of a middle-aged man, stars blooming in his eyes.

Name: Mo Yu

Identity: Leader of the Mohists.

Strength: The power of a mastiff

In Mo Yuan's frightened and angry expression, he cut off the long sword in the opponent's hand with one sword. His free left hand grasped his neck like a vise and lifted him up. His eyes looked indifferently, and his ferocious words resounded to everyone. people's ears. "Why are you so mean!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yingjun didn't want to hear Mo Yuan continue. He clamped his neck with his left hand and exerted force, Wanjun's divine power began to flow.

bang.

Plasma splattered.

Mo Yun's big head flew up in an instant, and his headless body suddenly fell on the city wall. Blood poured all over Ying Jun's head, completely losing his original appearance.

Ferocious and terrifying.

It's a demon god who came to the world.

sizzle! ! !
Everyone around was shocked by this scene, their hands and feet were cold, and the pupils in their wide-open eyes had shrunk to the size of a pinhead.

The sound of Dede's teeth chattering kept ringing among the crowd. At this moment, even the brave Zhao people were completely frightened.

Confused, frightened.

The deadly battle atmosphere that had been stirred up by Mo Zhe instantly began to subside, and the morale that had been maintained melted like ice and snow.

retreat?

retreat.

retreat!

Gradually, the courage that all the Zhao people mustered up faded away like a tide, and the negative states that had been suppressed just now, such as fatigue, weakness, pain, etc., all surged up at this moment.

In the extremely oppressive atmosphere, a Zhao soldier could not bear the fear. With a clang, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground instantly.

With a cry of "Ah...", the whole person immediately turned around and ran away.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The next moment, the surrounding soldiers of Sergeant Zhao all jumped up and turned around to escape like a tidal wave. The sharp roars instantly pierced everyone's eardrums.

"Escape!!!"

"I can't stop it, run away..."

"Run away..."

The soldiers of Zhao around Yingjun completely lost the desire to continue fighting. Under the dual effects of exhaustion and fear, the barely maintained morale collapsed instantly.

"Escape!!!"

With a bang, fear spread like a plague to the section of the city wall where Yingjun was located. More and more Zhao soldiers were shaken and fled.

However, Mo Zhe and some of the soldiers in the crowd still rushed towards Yingjun like crazy.

Suddenly, people from both sides collided, and chaos descended on the city in an instant.

When a soldier from Zhao who was unable to escape raised his long sword towards the Mo Zhe who was blocking the way, the whole situation collapsed completely.

"Kill!" Ying Jun roared, raised his sword and killed Zhao Jun Dazhao who was less than a mile in front.

Behind him, Dian Wei and the others roared excitedly, stepped over the corpses on the ground, and charged forward.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

"Wind! Wind! Gale!"

Further on the city wall, the dark soldiers of the Qin army raised their troops and cheered, advancing towards the front like waves and fighting.

In an instant, the entire western city of Handan was crumbling, and the defeated Zhao army was losing ground.

In the bloody storm, the flags of the Zhao army were cut down one after another, and the black flags of the Qin army were erected one after another.

When the Qin army outside the city saw this scene, they immediately raised their swords and rushed towards the city wall crazily.

"Wind! Wind! Strong wind!!"

With the deafening roar, the entire city of Handan trembled.

On the tower, Lian Po looked at this scene with eyes wide open, his hand holding the railing turned white, and his whole body felt like the world was spinning.

Collapse is like a mountain falling.

Zhao Jun, who was still fighting, fell into complete chaos in an instant. It was useless to let a low-level general scream and give orders.

From his position, he could clearly see all the Zhao soldiers fleeing, breaking through the defense lines behind the city.

People have gone crazy.

Crazy Sergeant Zhao can do any crazy thing.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

Lian Po took two quick breaths, and the next moment his eyes calmed down again, and he ordered without looking back:
"The army returns to the inner city. Let the Zhao people in the city prepare to fight to the death."

still have a chance.

He still has a chance.

Even if the entire Handan is turned into hell, as long as the Qin army is completely destroyed, Zhao will be the final winner.

As he spoke, Lian Po was suddenly startled. The vigilance he had developed on the battlefield for many years brought him back to his senses instantly.

Jinghong glanced at it.

However, he saw that Ying Jun, who looked like a bloody man, had rushed to a place within a hundred feet of him without knowing when, and a halberd in his hand was thrown towards this place fiercely.

"General, be careful!!!"

Lian Po was violently thrown to the ground by the soldiers beside him. The words of the soldiers immediately rang in his ears, and at the same time, a loud bang was heard.

Lian Po suddenly looked up and saw that the erected flagpole had been penetrated by a halberd.

With a creaking sound, the big banner crashed towards the top of the city, smashing the soldiers below until they vomited blood.

Lian Po's eyes darkened, and he was immediately carried by the soldiers around him as he rushed down the tower and towards the inner city.

And at the same time.

The panicked voices of Sergeant Zhao's soldiers gradually sounded from the top of the city.

"The big banner is gone?"

"The big book is gone."

"The general is dead..."

With a bang, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back for Zhao Jun.

The soldiers of Zhao who were still insisting on resisting completely collapsed.

Amidst the shouting, all the Zhao troops at the top of the city completely gave up resistance and scrambled to escape to the bottom of the city wall.

The defeat was like an avalanche, and the morale of the Qin army soared to the sky. The defeated troops chasing the west wall killed the city wall and headed towards the inner city.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

Outside the city, the army continued to rush up the west city wall like a torrent, and followed the city wall to attack the other three walls in a mighty manner.

On the tall city gate, the moment Dian Wei erected Yingjun's banner firmly, deafening cheers resounded:
"The city is broken! The city is broken! The city is broken!!!"

Ying Jun turned around and saw that Li Cunxiao, who was under the city, had already led the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry to sweep through the West City Gate like wind and lingering clouds, and rushed towards the city...

(End of this chapter)