I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Jingxing.

The four sides are high and the center is as deep as the bottom of a well or as the edge of a stove.

In Yanzhao, the ridge was called Xing, and it looked like a well, so it was called Jingxing.

This place has always been a battleground for military strategists.

It is also the throat of Zhao State.

The army led by Wang Jian is located on such a throat, dormant like locusts at the other end of the well, waiting to eat up all the raw meat in the shell.

Look to the other side.

Climbing through the wild forest, over the mountains, through the wind and snow, we can see the Zhao army led by Li Mu. The bonfires are located in clusters and the tents are arranged in an orderly manner.

Sometimes with a machete at his waist and a torch in his hand, Zhao Jun stepped on the crunching snow and patrolled the surroundings.

"I'm hungry."

In the dark and cold night, the soldier in the tent put his hand on his companion's chest and touched it, "Have you hidden some food here?"

Those rough, chapped hands made his companion grin.

"No, go to bed quickly. You won't be hungry when you fall asleep."

"I wanted to eat a big cake. Before my mother sent me out, my sister and I ate half a big cake each. My mother couldn't eat it. She also said that she slept in her cage and was not hungry when she fell asleep." The soldier was just here. The one who was recruited was young and full of expectations, "With Mr. Wu An here, do you think we can win?"

"Can you do it!"

The man was too hungry to sleep, so he picked up the water bag.

There was still a bit of the smell of horse milk wine in it, so he trembled, swallowed his saliva and said, "Wu Anjun is the god of war, and he is victorious in every battle! If you lose, you will become a ghost. Don't be afraid, you newbie, and don't overthink it." "

"What delicious food are you eating? I want to take a bite too."

"I'm afraid you're a greedy guy, so I'll give it to you."

Until a scolding sound came from outside: "Shut up!"

The sound inside was instantly silenced.

The black flags were blowing in the violent storm and snow, and the sky was still dark at its darkest point.

In the shogunate, the leaders of the Qin army walked on soft carpets and gathered together with meatball heads. On the white jade table, there was peppercorn mutton, two large basins of deboned meat, a stack of elbow-long white flour pancakes, and ten Several jars of Lao Qin wine, and even appetizing wild fruits that are hard to find in winter.

No one cares about this delicious food.

They got up early without waiting for the rooster to crow. They were now spitting at the mouth and discussing the war situation in high spirits.

"Here, here."

"You see, for more than a year, my ranger scouts have repeatedly discovered that this place is suitable for ambushes. You are good at attacking and making surprise attacks. You can lead the troops first."

"color!"

Wang Jian watched from the side, standing with his sword in hand.

His face was covered with his military career for most of his life, turning into a series of ravines, facing the group of newly promoted generals after the King of Qin came to power.

The coach's silence is like a closed box.

When the young generals finished analyzing the terrain, Zhao's internal situation and military strength.

Wang Jian finally opened his wrinkled eyelids and scanned their young, vigorous and flamboyant faces.

Finally, he rubbed the hilt of his sword, opened the door of the box, and said hoarsely: "Hold still for now, the time has not come yet."

Li Xin clasped his fists and knelt down, "Commander, the hatred between Qin and Zhao is a mortal hatred. The soldiers are eager to fight, and they give up beheading to make meritorious service. What's more, they annihilate the Zhao dogs in one fell swoop and avenge their previous humiliation. General, please forgive me. We have the heart to kill the enemy. We have full authority to obey the general’s orders, please give me your instructions!”

Several young generals knelt down one after another beside him.

When they knelt down on one knee, their faces were resolute and heroic, their hot blood was about to spill out of their chests, and their eyes were red with the desire to fight.

Wang Jian then looked at the only major general standing - his biological son Wang Ben.

At the age of twenty.

With two eyes, one mouth, a strong physique, and a big belly, he looks just like anyone else.

But one eye was looking at him intently, and the other eye was looking towards the person kneeling below. His expression was straight, but his mind was already wandering a few times.

Seeing that he didn't respond, I took courage.

"Plop!" He also knelt down and said without even raising his head, "General, please give me your orders!"

Wang Jian: "."

The King of Qin assigned several young generals to follow him at his disposal, also with the intention of gaining experience. This Li Xin emerged in many battles, and he had a somewhat "novice" appearance.

He is more optimistic about it than his useless son.

But success lies in youth, and failure lies in youth.

If you don't lead troops to fight several big battles, crawl around on the battlefield and live and die for a living, and show some reality, even if you blow out a trick, it's just talk on paper.

How vast is the battlefield?How cruel?
Opening your eyes and closing them, you will see a pile of bones sleeping around you.What's more, the battle of annihilation between Qin and Zhao was related to the survival of the country. What we faced were not human beings, but a group of dead people.

A dead man fighting with you with a machete.

not to mention.

Then who is Li Mu?

To be able to endure and hibernate for ten years requires such perseverance, and to know how to sacrifice one's compatriots to preserve the overall situation requires such a strong character.

Even though he was not afraid of the king's authority, when the King of Zhao repeatedly urged him to return to Handan, and when the Zhao State ordered a change of generals, he still lingered in Jingxing like a rock.

Confronted the Qin army.

Looking at the ancients in the world, it is difficult to find such a coach even if there are many rookies in the future.

As long as you show a slight flaw, you will have to cut off your tail to survive.

How lonely and courageous are you?

Dare you take the lives of tens of thousands or 10,000+ brothers with you and be reckless?
His chest rose and fell slightly. Wang Jian's fingertips rubbed the lines on the hilt of the sword. His slightly drooped eyelids could not reveal any thoughts. He only said: "Do you think Qin's enemy is Zhao?"

The young men in the row below did not reply and looked at each other a few times.

"No, there are also Qi, Chu, Wei, and Yan." He said coldly, "Our Qin State's sword will sweep across the world!"

The implication is that there is no need to say more.

The eyes of the several young generals communicating with each other were hot, and the words that could not be hidden in their chests were about to be spoken.

At this moment, when Wang Jian was holding this group of dumbfounded young men, he was feeling quite troubled.

The shogunate came in again.

It's Qiangxu.

He is half-blood of the Hu people and has taken root in the soil of the Qin State. He wears a black band with ancient totems painted on his head. He entered in a hurry, and his cloak was still untied, teasing his exotic and handsome features.

"Coach, the spies are here to report that Li Mu has returned to Zhao Kingdom!"

"what?!"

A pair of bright eyes shone on him.

Wang Jian strode forward, his chest shaking: "Seriously?"

Qiang Yu nodded and glanced at the brothers who came over: "It's absolutely true."

"If this is true." Wang Jian narrowed his eyes as calm as an old wolf, "It's time to destroy Zhao!"

*
A few hours ago.The wind and snow stopped.

A cold wave swept through.

Under the light of the bean lamp, Li Mu sat cross-legged on the futon, wiping his machete bit by bit. He had not drawn any blood since the confrontation with the Qin army for more than a year.

After wiping.

The silvery light was more dazzling than the cold snow outside. He smiled heartily and said: "Support the plow! The sword is not old yet, it is still like it used to be. Hahahaha."

Support pears.

It means heaven in the Xiongnu language.

The Huns were defeated and more than [-] horses were killed.Destroy the rogues, destroy the east barbarians, subdue the forest barbarians, and the chanyu runs away.After that, the Xiongnu did not dare to approach the border city of Zhao.

He is the god of the Huns!

It’s their nightmare day and night, and it’s the evil wolf that bites them!

"Cheerful. Hahahaha."

He raised his head and leaned back, recalling the days when he was galloping across the prairie, singing and herding sheep, and drinking by the campfire. Living in this small Jingxing Mountain already seemed extremely frustrating.

As for why we should take orders to resist Qin?

The temples of the State of Zhao were so smoky and dark as a pool of stinky water that even famous generals in the world were maliciously slandered and had an unwarranted reputation.

Doesn’t he, Li Mu, know?
The more you calculate, the more you win, the less you count, the less you win. Now, forget it, don’t count it.

If you can't get out of the dead end, you have to find another way to survive.

These hundreds of thousands of Zhao troops have been defending Jingxing for more than a year. The food and grass in the rear have been cut off by Zhao's temples. They cannot just watch them being consumed to death. They are Zhao's soldiers and would rather die in battle than starve to death.

That's it.

There is nothing more I can do than this.

There were voices outside in the cold night. The wind and snow had stopped, and the silence was heart-stopping.Just as he was about to open the tent, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right arm. Li Mu tightly clamped his meridians to stop the pain.

Someone seemed to be calling him from behind.

He looked back.

Sima Shang held the rein in one hand, turned his head with pale face and white hair, and yelled: "If you are out there, you will not accept your life! It has been like this since ancient times. If a tiger or wolf dares to come, we will just pull out the teeth and claws and peel off his mother's skin! Don't do it!" I will ignore them all, I will go first, brother! You must remember to defend Jingxing, let the tiger and wolf have a taste of the bravery of our Zhao people, and they will never forget the taste of our Zhao people!"

The mountain trees in Jingxing faded, withered, turned yellow, and were covered with white snow. This general who had a tacit understanding with Li Mu on the battlefield and had a close friendship with each other was gone without a trace.

never came back.

These days were like a scimitar, constantly scraping him, opening his meridians, and draining his blood.

Only a skeleton is left, wearing a helmet, fully armed armor, and a red cloak.

He stepped on his golden boots and stepped out.

In the eyes of thousands of Zhao people.

Come out and become their faith and their invincible god of war.

Every time he engaged in battle, Li Xin resolutely shouldered a heavy burden and said one sentence after another from the bottom of his heart: "The last general will take orders!"

Life?
What fate.

But he could not even see the fate of himself, his compatriots, and the State of Zhao. With his crippled arm and his scimitar, he could resist the wolves and barbarians in the north, and the Qin people in the south, but in the end he Unable to resist the wheel of history.

The name calls destiny.

Enemy.

Li Mu raised his head and wondered over and over again as the hand holding the tent trembled, why he still insisted on holding on, why he had to accept orders, and why he had to be accused of treason.

On the battlefield, he often bumped into death.

Do you really regard honor, status, merit, and official position as so important?
No.

It was the young soldiers who looked up to him, looked up to him, looked forward to him, longed for him, and longed for him.Sons weep for their fathers, fathers weep for their sons, brothers weep for their younger brothers, younger brothers weep for their elder brothers, ancestors weep for their grandchildren, wives weep for their husbands, the streets and markets are filled with endless howls of pain.

Li Mu, Li Mu.

Do you really want to abandon them?
but.

What can be done?
At this moment, there was the sound of armor clashing outside, the sound of footsteps, and a sonorous sentence: "Commander, Han Cang wants to abscond and has been captured. General, please give me permission!"

There was a crackling torch outside the tent, and the waning moon hung above it, with a sharp appearance. The carnage of the storm was temporarily hidden, as if waiting for the flow of blood to realize a bit of warmth and warmth.

Li Mu walked out.

The demeanor is resolute.

Always carry the air of a general.

In two or three steps, he became more confident in strategizing and winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away. Even in the most difficult battle, victory will always belong to him, to the Zhao people, and even more to the Zhao country.

"Jun Wu'an!" The generals clasped their fists and saluted with the highest respect in their hearts.

Li Mu nodded.

His sharp eyes fell on Han Cang, who was tied up and kneeling on the snow.

Han Cang has a slim figure, wearing expensive fur clothes, and his waist, which is less than a handhold, is wrapped with a silk jade buckle.

His black hair was pouring down like a waterfall, and his face was still stained. He raised his misty and red eyes, biting his lips tightly, and looked like a fierce bird of prey with burrs all over his body.

"House slave Han Cang?"

Half of Han Cang's creamy face was wrapped in a fur coat with rolled edges. Han Cang, who was extremely cold, was suddenly questioned by Li Mu.His anger was instantly ignited, his head held high, his red lips slightly leaking, "I know it's your grandpa, why don't I let him go quickly, or be careful if he falls into grandpa's hands in the future, your skin will be peeled off!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Are you taking off someone's skin or taking off their clothes? Hahahaha!"

The generals laughed heartily when they saw the demon who was shouting curses.

One of them said, "What kind of a fucking grandfather are you? You're just a queen at most. You've traveled thousands of miles to sell everything to the military camp. You don't even think about it. Jingxing Mountain is so high and steep that even a fly can't fly in. What's more?" You little bitch with a big ass, hahahahaha!"

There is always dirty talk in the military camp.

They are all talking, and every word is worse than a word.

Han Cang looked at these stinky men and said coldly: "You dare not obey King Zhao's orders, and you dare to detain important ministers privately. Do you know what crime you have committed? Now please grandpa, maybe you can still keep everything intact." Corpse, leave your people alive."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"I bother!"

A general raised his foot and kicked Hancang into the snow.

Seeing him covered in mud and weeds, twisted in embarrassment, he spat in his mouth and said, "Bah! Bitch! You monster! You really think that we are here to fight to the death for King Zhao, just because of that lewd slut!" But a good fetus has been delivered into the belly of a prostitute. What is the king's order? We are not guarding the country for him. We are here to suffer from hunger and cold. We are guarding the wives, children and children at home. What we are guarding is Thousands of Zhao people! Defend Zhao soil for generations to come!"

Li Mu acquiesced.

They vented all their anger that was ignored by them and kicked Han Cang like a bastard.

Han Cang was kicked until his nose was bleeding, and his voice was sharp: "Grandpa, wait for a group of bad-mouthed rebels who dare to insult King Zhao. Grandpa, grandpa, is not a ghost. Ahhhhh. Let you go!"

"A ghost?"

Li Mu said coldly at this time, "If you want to die, it depends on whether I will allow you to do so."