The King of Qin waved his hand and rode his horse out. Ren Chong led the Hu Ben Guards to protect him. The King of Qin said, "Break up the ceremonial war, raise your chest and raise your head."

"Rise your head and straighten your chest!" Ren Chong shouted loudly, and the Hu Ben guards responded to their orders, each looking proud.

The cavalry that followed was lined up in neat battle formations, with swords and guns pointed in front of the swords and guns. The King of Qin rode his horse to the front of the queue, and the long sword in his hand collided with the swords and guns in the cavalry, making a crisp metal collision sound.

"Long live the Great Qin!" the King of Qin shouted.

The soldiers shouted in unison: "The king will never have a chance!"

The King of Qin was speeding, and the long sword in his hand collided with the swords and guns in his hands, shouting "Long live the Qin Dynasty!" The soldiers shouted "The king will never last for tens of thousands of years" to reconcile with him.

One shout after another, one sounded, and with each shout, the heat in the eyes of the soldiers increased by one point and the temperature of the blood increased by one point.

Not long after, the soldiers' blood boiled, and bloodthirsty light shot out from their eyes, like beasts that were fond of choosing people.

Meng Tian, ​​who was sleeping, woke up by this magnet-like cry, opened his eyes suddenly and shouted: "Your Majesty, I am here." He jumped up, and he used too much force, and the soldier who lifted him staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Knife, my knife." Meng Tian glanced around with blood-red eyes, grabbed a saber from the soldier's hand, then pulled the soldier off the horse, flew onto the horse, and galloped towards the King of Qin.

When Meng Tian arrived, Wang Ben was flying like him, and he didn't know which soldier he had taken away from.

The two of them rushed to the side of the King of Qin, raised their arms and shouted: "The king will never have a chance!" They screamed so happily. The fatigue just now disappeared completely, and a lively King Meng Tian appeared again.

The King of Qin is not only one of the greatest kings in Chinese history, but also one of the greatest commanders in human history. He is also one of the greatest commanders in human history. He has the unique charm of rescuing death and causing injuries and turning cowards into warriors.

The King of Qin's cry was the best call. The cavalry who followed Meng Tian and others to fight fiercely for more than a day were exhausted and were lying on the ground and sleeping soundly. Inspired by the King of Qin's unique charm, they got up one by one and held a sabre without a blade.

He flew on his horse and waved his saber and shouted: "The king will never last for tens of thousands of years!"

Without weapons, they waved their fists and shouted. The more seriously injured cavalry spewed out their mouths every time they shouted, but there was no sign of fatigue or fear on their faces, as if they had just had a full sleep.

A new force was magically built for the King of Qin.

The King of Qin brought less than 3,000 cavalry, and the remaining cavalry were only more than 5,000. However, inspired by the King of Qin's unique charm, his aura was definitely more than 5,000, or 50,000. The 500,000 army was nothing more than that.

A great monarch must be within reach of someone. This magical charm is an extremely important reason why Qin Shihuang was able to become a rare king in Chinese history and human history.

Sima Shangzheng had never seen such a magical thing in his life. Even General Li Mu, who was later honored as the God of War in Zhao, could not do this. He couldn't help but feel that if he regarded the King of Qin as his king, he would die without regrets.

Thinking about King Zhao's incompetence and his misfortune, he was not born in Qin but in Zhao, and he couldn't be foolish and loyal, and sighed for no reason.

The King of Qin suddenly strangled the reins and pointed the sword in his hand at Zhao Jun. The Qin Jun shouted, rushing towards Zhao Jun like a bloodthirsty beast.

It was Sima Shang who wanted to attack the Qin army, but he didn't expect that the King of Qin would take the initiative. Sima Shang once again sighed at the King of Qin's courage and commanded the army to meet him.

With the Qin King's land, all the Qin army was desperate. The originally exhausted army was all slashed with one, and those with weapons slashed with fists. Those without weapons slashed with fists. Without fists, they bite with teeth.

Only when he used up his last point of strength and fell down. Sima had never encountered this kind of desperate fighting style, nor did Zhao Jun have ever encountered it. He was so scared that he was frightened that he could attack the Qin army.

Not to mention attacking the Qin army, it would be good to stop the Qin army's attack. Not long after, the Zhao army, who was originally ready to go, forced a fight back to a tired army.

The Zhao army had a numerical advantage, and could not resist it, but it was impossible to resist it. The first time in Sima Shang encountered such a strange thing in his life, and he had to sigh: "The King of Qin is a real god! Qin's great cause will be accomplished!" He muttered in his heart, "I am just doing my best!"

After all, war is sometimes pure battles of will. The King of Qin has the special charm of arousing the tenacious will of soldiers, which staged this good show.

Sima Shang knew this better than anyone else. He knew that the arrival of the King of Qin meant that the possibility of him breaking through from the front was even more slim. He rode a horse and bowed to the King of Qin and said, "The foreign minister Sima Shang has seen the King!"

He wanted to work harder and say something else to see if he could touch the King of Qin.

As he thought, the King of Qin would at least give him a chance to speak, but he didn't expect that it was not the case at all. The King of Qin waved his hand and shouted: "Sima Shang, please listen to me: If you want to fight, let the horse come over and fight! Swallow you so lies back into my stomach!" With a finger, the Qin army began to attack again.

Sima Shang was so stupid that he had to command the Zhao army to fight.

Under the command of the King of Qin, the Qin army seemed to be nailed to the spot, blocking the Zhao army's countless attacks. Sima Shang paid a high price and could not step beyond the line.

A small group of Qin troops arrived and joined the battle. The Qin King commanded more and more Qin troops. One day later, 20,000 reinforcements led by Nei Shiteng arrived. The troops in the hands of the Qin King suddenly increased, and the possibility of Sima Shang breaking through was even more slim.

Just half a day after Nei Shiteng arrived, the veteran general Meng Wu led the vanguard of the left army in the territory, which meant that the two armies had officially joined and firmly tied their pockets. Sima Shang was put into his pocket like Zhao Kuo in the Changping War, and the possibility of Sima Shang breaking through was almost zero.

Zhao Kuo only knows how to talk about war on paper, but Sima Shang is a good general. The encirclement and annihilation battle will be very difficult.

King Qin wiped the long sword in his hand and asked, "Meng Tian, ​​where is Mr. Zhou?" During the fierce battle, there was no time to find out where Zhou Chong was going. The situation was stable, and he could finally ask this question in Jiuying's mind.

Meng Tian did not say it directly, but instead fought a puzzle and said, "Mr. Zhou has gone to kill the dragon."

"Dragon slaying? Where is the dragon in the world? If there are dragons in the world, Han Fei would not have lamented the skill of slaying dragons, and there is no dragon to slaughter." Nei Shiteng asked in confusion without understanding.
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