Among the Zhao troops who had abandoned their armor, the scout commander was obviously an exception. Although he also discarded his armor, he never discarded the long bow in his hand and the long sword at his waist.
Even so, the village commander was not overtaken by the Qin army.
What he relies on is the smooth, plump, and healthy maroon war horse from the land of generation.
However, even the finest war horses cannot withstand such a desperate run under the scorching sun.
Less than half an hour later, the maroon war horse underneath him was already panting. A stream of hot air was exhaled from the mouth and nose of the war horse, but what he could inhale was extremely scorched air that had been exposed to the scorching sun for most of the day.
Heat continues to accumulate in the horse's belly.
Big beads of sweat kept oozing out from the horse's belly and head, and during the fierce running exercise, he was severely thrown to the ground. The little sweat remaining on the skin also quickly heated up. Dried in the hot sun. While taking away the slightest warmth from the horse, it also takes away the salt in the horse's body.
Endless heat, massive water shortage, and loss of salt.
Each of these is fatal, and all of this is happening to the war horse.
Unfortunately, the owner of the horse did not notice it at all. The anxious commander continued to whip his whip, urging the horse to move forward.
"Pap tap tap..."
The war horse still faithfully fulfilled its mission and ran hard towards the south.
"Pfft..."
An arrow shot into the horse's butt from behind. Under the sting, the war horse once again burst out with its last life force, and rushed out several meters away with a single lunge.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The war horses ran faster and faster, and they were about to throw away the Qin army. Before the commander could rejoice, another accident happened.
Immediately, the sound of the war horse's breathing became louder and the sound of galloping hooves became weaker.
Finally, after a snort, the front hooves of the war horse were overwhelmed, staggered, and both the man and the horse fell hard to the ground.
Fortunately, the commander of the village reacted quickly and rolled along the direction of travel, so that he was not pinned down by the huge body of the horse. After another bounce, he stood up.
In this wilderness, the commander knew what it meant to lose his horse.
"It's nothing more than death." The commander, who was thrown to the ground by his war horse and stood up again, felt extremely calm in his heart at this time.
As early as the moment he ordered the dispersal and breakout, the scout commander had already anticipated the scene at this time.
Unfortunately, the arrow behind him fell to the ground as the horse fell. If he had gone to pick it up, it would be too late. Looking at his comrades in the distance who were still fleeing in the south, and listening to the sound of the Qin army's horse hooves getting closer and closer, the camp commander did not hesitate at all and drew the sword from his waist.
With a bang, the village chief cut the string of the long bow behind him.
Then he held the long sword vertically, and the sharp tip of the sword was pointed directly at the approaching Qin army cavalry.
Obviously, the commander was determined to use his last efforts to buy more time for his colleagues.
Unfortunately, the Qin army's cavalry did not give the commander more opportunities. Because the Qin Army had never thought of capturing them alive, to the Qin Army, only dead enemies were of value.
Just when the commander was about to run towards the Qin army and launch a counterattack, the Qin army's arrow rain appeared above the commander's head.
Slashing left and right, the commander moved his body as much as possible.
Unfortunately, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of arrows.
Chief Zhao Jun vividly interpreted this sentence with his life.
Even if the village commander had danced the long sword in his hand into a flower, it was difficult to withstand the dense rain of arrows - first with his left leg, which immediately reduced the commander's ability to move by 30%, and then with his left hand, the frequency of the sword dancing immediately changed. Low.
The arrow that came rapidly pierced deeply into the flesh. Because of the barb, no matter how hard the commander moved his hands, the arrow would not fall. Then, the dancing sword light was no longer airtight, but what he faced was an almost airtight rain of arrows.
In an instant, a long arrow had broken through the commander's defense.
Then came the second, third...
More and more arrows penetrated the strong body of the village leader, bringing out streams of black blood, slowly dripping on the road.
The commander of the village, who had dozens of arrows in his body, finally could not withstand the flow of blood. His sword had stopped swinging, and the last arrow was shot. Following the huge force of the arrow, his huge body fell down with a bang. After coming down, he was no longer able to stop the Qin army's cavalry from passing by him.
As the commander of the camp fell to the ground, the Zhao army's scout unit was almost wiped out by the Qin army that was more than ten times larger.
Only a few people either got into the mountains and forests or got rid of the Qin army, thus escaping the Qin army's butcher knife and successfully brought the news of the encounter with the main force of the Qin army on the north road back to the central army.
However, by the time the news of the North Road reached the Chinese Army, it was already half a day later. At this time, the news of the defeat of the First Battalion of the South Road was also quickly passed to the Chinese Army.
While the generals were shocked, they couldn't help but be a little confused - why did Qin's army appear on both the north and south routes? Where did the Qin people get their troops? What does Qin Jun want to do?
Facing the bad news that came from the north and the south almost simultaneously, Zhao Kuo was both happy and sighing, and even trembled.
To his delight, Bai Qi took action. Except for the bad news from the east, the situation in other directions was almost exactly the same as he expected. This meant that strategically it seemed that the Qin army had the advantage, but in fact it had the initiative. It has gradually changed hands to Zhao Jun, strictly speaking, it has passed into the hands of the 100,000 elite troops of Tiandan Division in Daliang Mountain.
What is sighing is that Bai Qi is indeed a master of strategy and tactics. The distance between the north and the south is no less than a hundred miles. At such a distance, the Qin army launched an attack almost at the same time and was exposed to his sight at the same time. I am afraid that the operations on the east bank are also in progress. If he is not a traveler, he will Now that he knew Bai Qi's thoughts, it was of no use at all.
There is a pass (Jiepailing) in the south, a strong army in the north, a barrier in the west, and Danshui in the east. The encirclement is complete, and even more food and fodder are cut off. There is no hope for help. Hundreds of thousands of Zhao troops have been trapped on the west bank of Danshui. , there is nowhere to escape.
With such a person and such a situation, even if Zhao Kuo had known about this scene, he would have been frightened by Bai Qi's powerful battlefield control and the Qin army's powerful battlefield execution ability.
Fortunately, Zhao Kuo came through time and had already prepared and expected psychologically about Bai Qi's abilities, the power of Qin's army, and the crisis he was about to face.
But even though Zhao Kuo knew everything, when faced with the questions from his soldiers, Zhao Kuo didn't answer anything. In other words, no more answers are needed at all.
The news brought back by the scout camp next was enough to answer all the questions.
Under the sunlight, the earth-yellow Guanglang City was covered with a layer of bright black, which was the flag of the Qin army that covered the sky and the sun. Countless Qin troops stood there quietly, waiting for the arrival of Zhao Jun. What is even more despairing is that the endless black barriers extending to the left and right outside Guanglang City are like a pair of giant hands, tightly encompassing Zhao Jun.
