Xiang An's old injury in Dongjun City was very serious, and it had just been triggered by forcibly activating magic power on the battlefield in Xiayi. It had not recovered yet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood because of this news.
"Big brother...big brother...fourth uncle..." Xiang An hugged Xiang Lu's half body, looked at Xiang Lu, squinted his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him?" Can you lose so quickly?"
"How could you lose so quickly...?"
Xiang An took the white cloth handed over by the spy, wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, and was helped by Xiang Lu to sit next to him, trying to use deep breaths to relieve the pain that seemed to be burning in his chest.
Xiang An's plan is clear and the success rate is very high.
He went south to cut off Liu Ji's supply line, drove away the army led by Fan Hui and Ren Ao in the rear, and together with the Western Chu army on the east side, surrounded the main force of the Han army and annihilated it in one fell swoop.
but--
Xiang An is deeply aware of the resilience of the Western Chu army.
Whether it is personal force or fighting will, the soldiers of Western Chu are tenacious beyond ordinary people, and because of Xiang Yu's existence, their cohesion is far superior to that of the Han army.
Now - why did you lose so quickly?
Xiang An couldn't understand, really couldn't understand.
Now that Xi Chu was gone, Xiang An stood up and walked unsteadily towards the sand table.
"Xiang An, you... you have to rest." Xiang Lu stood behind Xiang An, looking at Xiang An's broad and somewhat stooped back, and shouted.
"I can't rest, I can't rest." Xiang An was already holding on to the edge of the sand table, breathing heavily, his eyes red, "I have to... find a way out!"
...
"The next one...is Xiang An." Liu Ji sat in the military camp in Pengcheng, closed his eyes and murmured, "Only Xiang An is left..."
Gong Ao had given away his land and became a Hanchen.
The only people in the world who were not destroyed by the Han or surrendered to the Han were the family of Xiang An of Northern Chu.
About to complete this great achievement comparable to that of the First Emperor, Liu Ji was not very happy.
He has left too many old friends and subordinates around him.
When Fan Hui's mutilated body appeared in front of him, he couldn't control his emotions and cried bitterly.
"Let me go and persuade him." The next person, a minister, sighed and said to Liu Ji.
"...Are you sure? He will probably kill you." Liu Ji sat upright, saw the man clearly, and couldn't help but persuade him.
"He... is very emotional, so he probably won't kill me." The man picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and smiled to himself, "...probably."
Liu Ji looked into the man's eyes seriously and saw clearly what he was really thinking.
"Is...is that so?"
"then you go."
"Hope you...can make it."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and looked at Liu Ji with grateful eyes.
"Thank you... Your Majesty Long En."
His name...is Xiang Bo.
Xiang Bo betrayed Xi Chu and became a Han official.
Now, as an envoy, he will go to the military camp in Beichu.
...
Xiang An rode on Turanchi's back and walked alone at the forefront of the army, leading the Northern Chu army to retreat north along the Si River.
At this time, it was already June 11th.
Xiang An had an air of twilight in his body, glanced behind him, and let out a long sigh.
"Where should we go?" He murmured to himself and looked north again.
He has already sent people to the country of Beichu to mobilize reinforcements to ensure that the main force of Beichu can withdraw to the north of the river.
As long as he can go back, Xiang An can find a way to break the situation. Xiang An firmly believes in this.
but......
Han Xin, who fought out of Juye Ze, rejected Xiang An's idea.
Xiang An's retreat was blocked.
"We can only go west." Xiang An sighed, "If we attack westward, Xiao He will not be our opponent."
"But Chen Ping's troops have already circled back from the south, most likely to take over Xiao He's command." Xiang Lu lowered his head, anxious, but unable to do anything.
Han has too many soldiers and horses.
Even with a huge battle loss ratio, the Han army still has a minimum of 400,000 troops that can be mobilized.
And Xiang An still has 210,000 men under his command.
Four hundred thousand soldiers and horses have surrounded Xiang An from all directions, and are about to surround Xiang An to death.
Just as Xiang An and Xiang Lu were discussing how to deal with the enemy, the messenger brought a piece of news.
The envoy of the Han army is here.
...
"Third uncle, I really don't want to... see you at this time."
Xiang An sat on the main seat and looked at the so-called "Han envoy" standing in the center of the camp.
That is Xiang Bo whom I haven’t seen for a long time.
"Third brother... why is it you?" Xiang Lu also asked. He lowered his head and did not look at Xiang Bo.
"...Are you surprised?" Xiang Bo had a seemingly relaxed smile on his face, "After all, I am no longer Chu Chen, but Han Chen."
Xiang An's hands suddenly clenched tightly, making a sour sound as the skin stretched.
"...You betrayed."
"Betrayed Gu, betrayed the King of Western Chu."
"Yeah?"
Xiang An looked at Xiang Bo and asked in a compelling tone.
"I'm not here to discuss this matter with you, Xiang An." Xiang Bo shook his head and didn't care so much. He sat directly on the floor, looking very casual, with the usual gentle smile on his face.
"Then tell me, on behalf of Liu Jilai... what do you want to tell Gu?" Xiang An asked in a deep voice.
"I'm here to persuade you to surrender." Xiang Bo looked calm.
"...What?" Xiang An felt that he heard wrongly.
"I'm here to persuade you to surrender." Xiang Bo repeated.
Xiang An didn't speak any more, just looking at Xiang Bo's calm expression, he felt another burning feeling in his chest.
"Surrender to the Han, Xiang An." Xiang Bo finally showed a trace of sadness on his face.
"Your eldest brother is dead...I don't want you to end up in the same way."
"My eldest brother...is dead?" Xiang An's face showed a hint of shock and disbelief.
Xiang Yu is dead?
How could he die?
"In the battle of Gaixia, your eldest brother was defeated. Most of the army was lost on the frontal battlefield. He took hundreds of people and fled to the south. Finally, he was caught up by the Han army on the river bank, and then... . committed suicide." Xiang Bo narrated calmly.
"Uh - wow..." Xiang An covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood again, "Ahem - um -..."
"How could he die, he...how could he die!?"
Xiang An was lying on the eucalyptus table, looking at the pool of black and red blood, his whole body was trembling, his head was shaking greatly, and he was muttering the same sentence.
Yawenba
"How could he..."
"Xiang An, so you see, your eldest brother is already like this, you might as well just--"
"Shut up!
! "Xiang An suddenly roared filial piety.
stop--
The eight-sided sword was thrown straight by Xiang An.
Poof——
It penetrated directly through Xiang Bo and plunged into the ground at the entrance of the camp.
"Pfft..." Xiang An looked at Xiang Bo with a look of astonishment, but it slowly turned into a smile. He fell to the ground, and the things in front of him began to change again.
"Xiang An! Xiang An!
! "
All that rang in his ears was Xiang Lu's horrified shouts.
