The earth was watered with blood, beacons ignited, war drums roared, and flags flew.

In front of Xingyang City and in Guangwu Mountain, it was like purgatory for a moment.

Since Qin unified the six kingdoms, this area has been quiet for a long time. This time, it has caused the most magnificent waves, and from the beginning it was the most intense conflict, a merciless battle of life and death.

The counties in Kanto are densely covered with water networks. The most important node is Xingyang, Sanchuan.

Fusu can easily mobilize troops from all over the country to come here. It gathers through the Rushui, Yingshui, Sui, Jishui and other waterways. The total number of elite troops from all walks of life is as high as more than 200,000.

After dozens of days of fierce attacks, both sides were back and forth, leaving behind corpses all over the ground, without anyone burying them.

Blood flowed into a river, rotten flesh was seen in bones, roof tiles turned into hills, old woman whined and the trauma left by the war was shocking, but no one could stop, and there was no time to leave a tear for it.

For all the princes in Kanto, this is a gambling for their wealth and life. This war is related to the ownership of the whole world. From the beginning, it cannot be stopped.

If you win, you will be in the king's robe and become the lord of thousands of chariots and the lord of thousands of chariots. If you lose, then the fate of the princes of the six kingdoms will be even more miserable than ten years ago.

After all, more than ten years ago, when the empire was first established, everything was in a new stage. The Qin Emperor needed to keep them, maintain local stability, and resume production. Therefore, although the nobles of the six kingdoms who were in power were dispersed and exiled to various places, they still had a wealth of wealth compared to the ordinary Guizhou heads.

But this time, the empire would not give them any chance. All the princes knew this in their hearts that their generals and even ordinary soldiers understood this.

Life and death, dignity and glory, wealth and beauty, ambition and power. All of this is no longer a dispute between Fusu and Ying Ziyi, but a dispute between the inherent aristocratic system of the entire six countries and the old anti-Qin forces among the various schools of thought and the Qin Empire.

Outside Xingyang City, the Qin army camps were currently in the most intense battle.

Taking this camp means that outside Xingyang City, the last line of defense of the Qin army was opened, and Xingyang City was exposed to the edge of the coalition forces of the princes.

Therefore, the one who defended this camp was the most elite troops among the Xingyang defenders, and the backbone of the attack on this camp was also the old soldiers among the six countries.

Among the six kingdoms, these people may have lost their country, their homes, or their dignity and glory. They escaped into the mountains and forests like dogs with broken spines, sneaked into the abyss, or bought drunk all day in the market, put aside their pride, flattered the imperial officials, and abandoned their former Tongze.

When the war is extinguished, survival becomes the only theme.

These most terrifying swords cultivated in the old era began to fight for survival.

However, after all, a sharp sword is a sharp sword. It is impossible for them to bend their sword edge to plow the fields as a hoe. The hundreds of years of great struggle are coming to an end. In this afterglow of the doomsday, not everyone likes peace, where the sword returns, and the horse is wrapped in corpses.

However, a new era has arrived. There is no battlefield for these people in the world.

The Qin Emperor swept across the Liuhe River and unified the world. With these unparalleled achievements and achievements throughout the ages, these people's former co-bearing has become a lot of bones. However, they are wandering in the gaps between the old and new eras, confused and unaware of the future.

Therefore, when the imperial edicts of the princes of the six countries arrived, these people walked out of the mountains, forests, cities and fields, picked up the long sword in their hands again, and came here.

In order to regain everything lost in the past.

Fields, houses, women, wealth, and even more metaphysical things.

That unbreakable myth, the lingering haze in my heart, the red and black flag still floating above the head of Xingyang City.

Qin!

More than ten years ago, they were wandering in the shadow of this flag. More than ten years later, they came here again in order to complete the choices they had not completed that year.

A sharp sword is still a sharp sword, a killing technique and a fighting method. Even if you are unfamiliar, you will never forget it.

The marks engraved in the bones and left by years of war, the miserable life over the past decade have made these clearer. The Qin army camps were built according to the terrain, extremely solid, separated by the major transportation road, in front of Xingyang City.

When the first horn sounded, the coalition of princes launched a charge.

The Qin army's crossbow did not allow these people to retreat. With five times the strength of the coalition forces of the princes, even the rain of arrows in the sky could not block the fierce attack.

Everyone understands that as long as this line of defense breaks through, there will be no obstacles outside Xingyang City.

Break Xingyang, enter Sanchuan, and knock on Hangu.

The sound of crossbow arrows and shields, the mechanical sound of crossbow machines, the neighing of horse hooves, the shouting of soldiers, all kinds of sounds mixed together, and the battlefield has entered the most intense situation.

The coalition of princes had attacked the wall of the camp, and the two sides were competing around the city wall.

Wearing a white dress, Young Master Fusu stood on the high mountain peak, looking at the battle scene below, with a cold expression.

Beside him, the former Changwenjun and the current King of Chu slowly walked up.

"How is it? Did Feng Jie agree?" Young Master Fusu turned his head and asked quietly.

Chang Wenjun showed a helplessness on his face, shook his head, and said, "No, and Feng Jie didn't even look at it, so he sent His Majesty's surgery to Xianyang to show that he had no selfless thoughts."

Fusu seemed to have expected this result, but when Chang Wenjun actually said it, there was still a hint of surprise, or doubt, on his face.

"Feng Jie is so unlimited. Does he think I will definitely lose this battle?" Fusu said slowly, his tone so calm that Chang Wenjun felt terrifying.

The power of the emperor is nothing more than this.

Chang Wenjun thought so and said, "There are 100,000 troops in Xingyang, 100,000 troops in Handan, and 100,000 troops in Nanyang. Ying Ziyi's troops are scattered to the extreme. Regardless of Nanyang, we have a great advantage in the other two places. As long as Xingyang takes over Ao Cang, we can enter Sanchuan west, and Li You's tens of thousands of troops cannot stop us."

"That's right, I think so, the princes of Guandong think so, and even the soldiers who are fighting below think so." Fusu's face was still calm, but the faint melancholy revealed between his eyebrows was even deeper.

"I just don't understand one thing."

Chang Wenjun took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, what are you worried about?"

"Look!" Fusu stretched out his hand, pointed at the soldiers below, and said, "I don't understand the expressions on these people's faces. Why are they so desperate and even willing to die?"

Chang Wenjun didn't understand the problem of this emperor for a while. Wouldn't it be good for the soldiers to fight to the death?

"If they were the elites under my command or even the Guanzhong children who were wandering in various counties who were eager to return to their hometowns, I could understand that they worked so hard. But these people were just old soldiers temporarily recruited by the princes, and I could even be said to be very strange to them. Why should they spare their lives so much for a stranger?"

Chang Wenjun was silent for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer, and he didn't even dare to answer.

Perhaps Fusu, who occupies the highest position, never cared about it, but Chang Wenjun below could see it clearly.

That is a fact that cannot be said! That is, in the hearts of the princes of Guandong, the hundreds of schools of thought and even the entire world, the Qin Emperor who was entrenched in Guanzhong was their real enemy, representing the tyrannical Qin that they wanted to destroy until death!

Today, as an emperor of the generation, Fusu holds hundreds of thousands of troops and the power of life and death in the counties of Kanto. Whether it is the princes or large forces like the peasants, he is firmly controlled by his power and skills.

The soldiers loved him, the forces in the martial arts world admired him, and the generals were loyal to him, and even the princes with different intentions obeyed his orders and did not dare to say anything strange.

Chang Wenjun believes that if Fusu takes over Guanzhong in the future and unify the world, he will definitely be a talented and strategic emperor.

However, despite this, in the hearts of the people of the world, Fusu has no relationship with the "tyrannical Qin". Their enemy is the tiger and wolf Qin in Guanzhong, the Qin Emperor who issued orders in Weiyang Palace, and the tyranny established and maintained by the Qin Emperor.

Fusu didn't realize all this. Chang Wenjun understood but didn't dare to say it.

"Of course it is because His Majesty Fusu can shine on the 'tyrant Qin' that they hate and even fear!"

Qingyue's words resounded in his ears, and Chang Wenjun was shocked. Who was so polite?

When he looked back, he saw a beautiful woman coming behind the two of them. He had a long lotus dress with a beautiful appearance and was unparalleled.

"Why is King Zhao interested in coming here?" Chang Wenjun looked at the woman in front of him and said vigilantly.

The visitor was Wangyou, who was named King Zhao by Fusu. He was a woman, wearing a king's robe, and was in charge of a country. Among the princes, there were all kinds of speculations, and rumors were always constant.

But Chang Wenjun knew that this woman was terrible. The appearance that made the man fascinated and even willing to die was second. The unparalleled scheming that was hidden under the appearance of the country was what made him most afraid of.

When Fusu was in charge of various counties, there were always voices of opposition. However, because of the help of this woman, the voices of opposition disappeared in an instant.

Afterwards, with this woman's strategy, the princes were in power and the help of the princes was convinced. It can be said that Fusu was able to successfully control half of the mountains and rivers, and the help of this woman was crucial.

Therefore, she was able to control a country by relying on her woman. In this attack, Zhao State was able to lead an army alone and go north to the plains.

"I came here to tell His Majesty about something. The Moon God went to Kuaiji to find Xiang Shaoyu, the young master of Xiang's family." Wangyou said.

"Why did King Zhao tell me such news?" Fusu turned his sight to the battlefield below, and the defenders in the camp were already defeated. The resistance of the defenders on the city wall was already minimal. Without this strongest line of defense, the defenders behind the city wall still had no support, and the rest was only a way to defeat.

"Does Your Majesty really not care?" Wangyou smiled and said.

"What exactly does King Zhao want to say?" Chang Wenjun looked at Wangyou with a bad expression.

"The reason why the Moon God did this is because he was optimistic about the Young Master Xiang, who was the most favorable candidate to resist Ying Ziyi after His Majesty. In other words, in the heart of the Moon God, His Majesty will definitely lose this war!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

He said naked words, which caused Chang Wenjun's roar. He even drew out his sword and pointed at Wangyou, with great momentum.

"Is this true?" Fusu looked up at the sky and sighed helplessly.

After a long time, Fusu turned completely, looked at Wangyou, and asked, "Why is King Zhao saying these words to me?"

Wangyou smiled and said, "Your Majesty cannot lose!"

"Why?" Fusu looked at the confident woman, but her face was full of doubt.

"Your Majesty cannot lose to the princes of these countries!"

"For the anti-Qin forces among the various schools of thought, Your Majesty cannot lose!"

"For the soldiers and the survivors of the six countries, Your Majesty cannot lose!"

Wangyou said slowly. As for the end, a gleam in her eyes flashed and she said, "The most important thing is that for me, Your Majesty cannot lose!"

Wangyou turned a blind eye to everyone's surprise expression: "I can understand Your Majesty's doubts. I also know the Moon God's thoughts. However, if Your Majesty loses this time, even if the young master of the Rixiang clan can sweep over, it will be useless to me."

“How to say it?”

"Your Majesty has 400,000 troops, and all the civilians can be dispatched by one million. The military is so prosperous that it is rare even when the countries are quarrel. But even so, the border troops in Jiuyuan did not go south, the main forces in Guanzhong did not all go east, and even the army in the Western Regions and South Vietnam did not show any sign of being mobilized. What Ying Ziyi was thinking, I don't know, but if there were such troops, the coalition of princes would still not have the upper hand. Then even if the young master of the Xiang family could still achieve a similar situation to Your Majesty now, not to mention how much time it would take, would Ying Ziyi give him this time? But really, how could I believe that he could accomplish something that Your Majesty could not do?"

Wangyou said, with a slightly wide open mouth and a delicate expression, saying, "For me, in this battle, if you win, you will win, and if you lose, you will lose. The woman's beauty will be fleeting. I must enter the Qin Palace at the best time of the woman, stand in front of Ying Ziyi in the attitude of the winner, and complete my revenge."

When Wangyou's figure left, the war below was coming to an end. The camp was captured, and many people began to cheer.

Chang Wenjun's eyes stared at Wangyou's back, but he was a little chilling and said, "This woman is such a lunatic. Your Majesty, do we want it..."

In Chang Wenjun's eyes, murderous intent was fleeting.

Fusu shook his head slightly, carried his hands on his back, and murmured: "My sister is happy, Daji's beauty is in trouble!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!