"The Qin army is coming, the two military advisors should retreat first." Jia Yan couldn't help but grasp the sword tightly and said in a deep voice.
"General Jia Yan doesn't need to worry about us, just command the battle. Since we are part of the Zhao army, we have no choice to retreat alone." Li Si said, and Feng Quji nodded.
Jia Yan did not continue to persuade. He just saw that Li Si and Feng Quji were young and it would be a pity to die here, so he reminded them that since they were not afraid of death, there was no need to continue talking.
The chariot was getting closer and closer, crushing the ground and making a violent roar. Wherever the chariot passed, dust was thrown up in the sky, like a huge yellow dragon rushing over.
The dust covered the surroundings, making it impossible to see how many troops were behind.
Jia Yan stood at the front, holding a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. His eyes were fixed on Qin Jun, with slight sweat on his forehead and shortness of breath.
Even veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time can't help but feel a little nervous when facing the enemy that is getting closer and closer.
What's more, the one rushing over was the notorious Qin Army.
"Throw the iron pear!" Jia Yan gave the order until the Qin army's chariot was only sixty or seventy steps away from the army. Three thousand infantrymen took out a head-sized iron beetle from behind and threw it forward.
[In view of the general environment,
Three thousand iron pear trees fell from the sky like raindrops and landed on the open space between the Qin and Zhao armies. The surrounding spikes were piercing into the soil and pointing in various directions.
It was too late to brake at this distance, and it was even impossible to turn.
The Qin army's chariot roared over. The war horse stepped on the iron pear and raised its body suddenly, trying to shake it off. However, the iron pear had already penetrated deeply into the soles of its feet. How could it be shaken off? The war horse screamed. With a scream, he fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.
Immediately afterwards, the rear chariot also collided, the chariot was torn apart, and the soldiers fell off the chariot. Before they could react, overwhelming arrows fell down like raindrops.
The Qin army was like mowing grass, constantly hit by arrows and fell to the ground.
Sima Jian's eyes were about to burst and his eyes were blood red. He shot away all the arrows fired at him with one shot. He shouted hysterically: "Everyone, hide behind the chariot and rely on the chariot for defense."
The damaged chariot was blocking the front, and it was impossible to attack the Zhao army's formation.
But it was still possible to rely on chariots for defense. Sima Geng believed that Wang Hao would definitely have a way to save them.
"Sima Geng!" Jia Yan rushed up with a big knife, and Sima Geng quickly raised his gun in response.
"Dang!" The guns and knives collided fiercely, and a terrifying energy storm set off a violent wind that swept around the two of them.
Sima Jian took several steps back, his face flushed slightly, and his hands holding the spear trembled.
Jia Yan stared at Sima Geng with his eyes, his hands moved faster and faster, and the sharp sword light almost enveloped Sima Geng.
"I didn't expect that after Huayang's defeat, you not only didn't give up on yourself, but grew to this point today." Sima Jian gritted his teeth to block Jia Yan's blow. His left shoulder armor was blown away, and a piece of shoulder meat flew out with it. Blood continued to flow from the wound.
Jia Yan remained silent, and did not taunt or talk trash like others when he had the slightest advantage.
He used to like to do this. After all the Zhao troops were drowned in the Battle of Huayang, he changed his mind and became very silent. He seldom spoke either in life or on the battlefield.
No matter how much, it only makes sense if you win.
Three thousand infantrymen semi-surrounded the Qin army, two thousand of which were reinforced, and they killed the six thousand Qin army steadily and retreated.
The five thousand crossbowmen at the rear were divided into three teams, and their movements never stopped. Arrows rained down from the sky as if they were free.
After holding on tightly for about a stick of incense, the Qin army's defense line completely collapsed.
"Surrender without killing!" Li Si ordered his men to shout.
"Our relatives are still in the rear. Once we surrender, our relatives will be dead. Brothers, fight with the Zhao people. Kill one without loss, kill two with blood, and Qin will remember us." A Qin general shouted. .
"Are you sure you can kill that man?" Feng Quji pointed at the Qin general and looked at his driver.
Fan is the charioteer specially sent by his father to protect him. Although his martial arts has not reached the extraordinary level, he is no match for ordinary Gangyuan level people, and he also possesses good archery skills.
Fan did not answer, but took out the bow and arrow from his back, opened the bow and nocked the arrow, and aimed. A sharp sound passed by his ears, the arrow penetrated the armor and sank into his heart. General Qin fell to the ground in response.
"Okay." Feng Quji cheered, strode to the war drum, grabbed the mallet, and beat the war drum himself.
The Qin general was killed, and the Qin army's momentum dropped.
Immediately afterwards, the roaring war drums resounded through the chariots, and the three Jin coalition forces were shocked and shouted to kill the Qin army.
"Qin dogs, let's all die." Mang Mao shouted excitedly. With a wave of Chang Ge, a row of Qin soldiers turned into blood and mud. The Wei army also swept away the decline and turned into blood under the leadership of Mang Mao. As an army of tigers and wolves, they bit the Qin army like crazy.
Since Qin State's Shang Yang's reform, Wei State has faced Qin State in repeated battles and defeats. The capital has been breached, the ancestral temples have been destroyed, and the people of the country have been massacred... They have been waiting for this day for nearly a hundred years!
I thought it would be the young master Wei Wuji who would lead them to defeat Qin.
In fact, Gongzi Wuji did it.
However, he finally left Wei.
Now, we've done it again!
"Aim at the center of the Qin army and attack without distinction." Bao Luan ordered.
The arrows that covered the sky fell into the Qin army. Although most of them were blocked by the shields, they still caused considerable casualties.
Bao Luan is already very satisfied with this result. The Korean crossbowmen's talents are all equipped with attack speed. It is normal to have a slight difference in strength. The wave just took away at least a thousand Qin troops, which was already a great victory before. .
As the Korean and Wei armies exploded, the formations of the Qin army's wings continued to collapse. Even if Wang Lu relied on his command to make up for some of the decline, he still could not change the overall situation.
"We surrendered, don't kill us." The Qin army, surrounded by groups, could no longer withstand the tremendous pressure. They dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender.
"Anyone who dares to surrender will die!" Sima Jian shot the Qin soldiers who were kneeling to surrender, and at the same time, he was also knocked away.
But Sima Geng did prevent the Qin army from surrendering. The Qin soldiers looked at Sima Geng in fear and regained their courage to stand with Zhao Jun.
"Go to hell!" As the Qin army continued to die in battle, Zhan Yun's suppression became smaller and smaller. Jia Yan felt that his whole body was full of strength. He raised his head to the sky and roared, waving his sword, mobilizing the power of the entire army, and attacked Sima Geng fiercely. With a fierce slash, the bright sword light drew an arc in the sky, and the surrounding Qin soldiers were instantly submerged in the sword light.
If Sima Jian was hit hard, his body flew backwards, smashing the chariot into pieces. A deep bone-visible scar on his chest was very eye-catching.
Jia Yan strode out and slashed Sima Jian's head with his broadsword. Sima Jian quickly raised his gun to resist, but his body was severely injured.
Jia Yan easily flew away his spear, dropped his broadsword, and a human head rolled to the ground.
