Reflect the world

Chapter 9 Battlefield
"Write our names..."

Master Ban's expression was unspeakable. He glanced at Qin Bing in the Wailing Moon Valley. Even if he was killed by Gai Nie, no one dared to turn around and run away under Qin Lv's majesty.

The discipline of the Qin soldiers can be seen, they are not the most powerful army in the world, when the Wei soldiers were at their peak, they could defeat the Qin army many times with one against four.

However, the discipline of Qin State and the speed with which Qin State cultivated soldiers were unparalleled in the world. The whole country was mobilized and became the most terrifying war machine.

The most elite Wei military soldiers were exhausted in one battle after another, and then completely declined.

Cutting off a head, the title is promoted to one level. This kind of duke system makes the whole Qin country like a war machine. From a white head, in 20 years, he grew up to be the highest titled Marquis of the Qin country. Lord Wu An, you can see the system of Qin State.

Confronting such a country head-on, beheading three hundred Qin troops, and provocatively leaving their names behind, it really takes extraordinary courage to do such a thing.

Although the remaining aristocratic families of the Six Kingdoms were dissatisfied with Qin Shihuang's rule, no one had ever dared to carry out rebellious actions openly.

Zulong is still alive, so they don't have the guts. That person is a real god-like figure in this land. The people of the Six Kingdoms hate him, but they also fear him, and dare not look directly at his light.

Master Ban looked hesitantly at the Mohist giant, but the handsome middle-aged man had already drawn his sword, and rushed towards Qin Jun's team without saying a word.

There was a cold light shining on the cold sword edge, and Qin Bing in front of him fell to the ground clutching his throat, his eyes dimmed a little bit, his body was like a torn leather bag, and dark red blood flowed out little by little, soaking the ground.

The battles for thousands of years have been like this, cold and cruel, and there has never been a so-called victory.

Master Ban gritted his teeth, spewed out crossbow arrows from the mechanical arm in his left hand, picked up a handful of spears thrown by Qin Bing from the battlefield with his right hand, knocked an arrow into the air, and rushed towards the wolf-like Qin Bing.

The entire battlefield was silent, except for the sound of weapons clashing, there was only an occasional scream.

Gai Nie's sword light became ethereal and no longer as fierce as before, but every time a sword passed, a Qin soldier fell, and the teenage boy beside him was ignorant, but not disturbed.

His nerves seem to be naturally thick, and he seems to be full of infinite courage under the encouragement of the force.

"...they far outnumber us, but they are afraid, they are restless..."

"Are they afraid of your sword, uncle?"

Tianming asked ignorantly.

Gai Nie shook his head and casually stabbed a Qin soldier who was close to him to death.

"No, they are afraid of the consequences of blocking my way. This is the weak. You should never be weak like them."

"Well, I will become a strong man, a strong man like Uncle."

"Hey!"

The sword soldier had no eyes, and when the arrow pierced Gai Nie's chest, his movements stopped for a moment, and the Qin soldiers around him rushed forward frantically, beheading the person in front of them, and they could all be promoted to ranks and ranks above three in a row .

And if the person in front of him is allowed to escape, not only his own title will be deprived, but his family members may also face cruel punishment. This is the Qin State's law of consecutive sittings, and there is no way to avoid it.

"kill!"

Qin Bing, who was closest to Gai Nie, secreted adrenaline crazily in his body, making their fear disappear. The comrades in arms died one after another, which made them extremely angry. The roar of the military judge had to be heard behind them, making them But no one retreated.

puff!
Gai Nie's sword light was still so fast, and the soldiers closest to him fell one by one beside him. This man's face was always so indifferent, as if he was slaughtering a group of livestock.

His right hand holding the sword did not tremble at all, and his left hand snapped off the quivering arrow feathers on his chest, leaving only one arrow in his body, so that he would not be affected much by swinging the sword.

"quack……"

Scavenging crows were already hovering in the sky. They sensed the strong breath of death and sang death songs above the heads of a group of people.

The bloody setting sun disappeared little by little, and the entire battlefield gradually became quiet. Three hundred soldiers of the Qin army all died here.

Gai Nie held Tianming's hand, and the blood on Yuanhong was dripping drop by drop. As if he didn't notice it, he stared at the two figures in front of him with indifferent eyes, just like he had looked at the three hundred Qin soldiers before. The eyes are the same.

"What are your names and origins?"

"Mo Family!"

Gai Nie's pupils contracted, his right hand holding the sword couldn't help tightening, the wound on his chest became more and more painful, and the scattered wounds on his limbs and bones also made Yuan Hong, who was swinging like an arm, become heavy.

"Why did you make the move?"

"Not for you!"

"Not for me!"

"Yes!"

The dialogue was brief, like the swords in their hands.

"Tianming, let's go!"

"Oh!"

Gai Nie's body stood upright, and the blood from the wound on his chest kept flowing. It flowed along his arm holding the sword, onto Yuan Hong, and then slowly dripped to the ground, just like he killed people before.

Tang Xuanming quietly watched the two figures, one big and one small, slowly go away. The sun in the west had completely set, and the last ray of light disappeared. The two figures, one big and one small, disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

"We'll see you again."

Tang Xuanming lowered his head and muttered softly.

The giants of the Mohists and Master Ban are collecting the blood on the battlefield and carving words on the rocks with sharp weapons—the Mohists killed Qin soldiers here.

quack!

The crows were screaming endlessly, and the group of animals that were least afraid of people had already descended from the sky with red eyes, and they didn't care that there were still living people on the battlefield, so they just started devouring food.

Tang Xuanming stared fixedly at the battlefield, and the whole land turned bloody.

The broken battle spear, the bronze sword stuck obliquely on the ground, the scattered and tattered armor, the Qin soldiers lying on the ground, staring at the sky with godless eyes...

The originally mighty and neat battle flag was already leaning on the chariot, the Qin character on it was stained with blood, and the tallest Qin soldier fell beside the battle flag, with an arrow on his head, it was it that took away The strongest Qin soldier died.

But the Qin soldier holding the big banner was still holding onto the battle flag firmly with his arms, staring angrily at Tang Xuanming's direction.

Tang Xuanming lowered his eyes and looked in front of him. He didn't know whether to say it to the dead Qin Bing or to himself: "This is how war is!"

"boom!"

The obliquely inserted battle flag fell heavily on the ground, startling several crows, Master Ban chopped off the standing up with hatred eyes, put away the big Qin character flag on the flagpole, spit, and said : "This is my trophy."

(End of this chapter)