"Zhao Jun, mighty!"
Zhao Kuo raised his right arm high and slowly shouted out these words, which had been buried deep in his heart for a long time.
Zhao Kuo had tried his best for these simple words! Even with the analysis of the Battle of Changping from various experts on the 21st Century Forum, who dares to say that he can surely win against Qin Guo Bai Qi, the man known as the massacrer? What's more, almost every step Zhao Kuo takes is taking risks.
The act of dividing the troops is to take risks. If one of them fails, the Qin army will directly attack, divide and surround them, and defeat them one by one. It may not take forty days for Zhao Kuo and his more than 400,000 troops to be fully accounted for.
Attacking the fortress is taking risks, pursuing the battle is taking risks, Lian Po asking for help is taking risks, attacking from the north is still taking risks, and the helpless "pulling teeth" style defense is even more dangerous, even to the point of taking risks. The final breakout is still dancing on the tip of the knife...
At almost every step, the Qin army may discover its intentions; almost every day, Zhao Kuo may be overwhelmed by the battlefield; almost every risky move carries the risk of the entire army being annihilated.
But, Zhao Kuo just broke in like this.
Call it luck or coincidence, Zhao Kuo made it through without any danger. And this cheering was the praise Zhao Kuo deserved.
Damn it, popping champagne at halftime! Now all the keys to the entire Shangdang area are in the hands of the Zhao army. Even if the King of Qin fights for his life and puts down all the capital of the Qin State, he will never be able to rescue the heavily surrounded Bai Qi army.
The reason is very simple. The troops in Hedong, Hanoi and even Hexi, and even the young men of the fourteen-year-old king, have been mobilized to Shangdang by the King of Qin. The main force in the pass has also been mobilized. If you want reinforcements, you can either gather people in the pass. If the people are strong and the people are strong, it will obviously take some effort to break through the pass, so it is the only choice for the King of Qin to draw troops back from Bashu and even Yanying, the hometown of Chu State.
However, do you think the Chu State would miss such a good opportunity and allow the Qin army to return calmly?
To put it bluntly, even if the Chu State gave in at the critical moment, it would take at least two months to mobilize troops from the Chu region, go around the lonely road of Bashu, pass through the Guanzhong Plain, and then pass through Hexi and Hedong before finally reaching Shangdang. time.
Two months were enough for Zhao Kuo to trap the Shangdang's Qin army to death.
Zhao Kuo didn't believe it. A cooked duck could still fly? !
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With Zhao Kuo's roar, the entire Zhao army fell into ecstasy.
The roar of "Zhao's army is mighty" once again resounded through the mountains and forests, startling a group of birds in the forest. Accompanied by a lone wolf lying on the ground, they sang ancient songs in a low voice towards the setting moon.
The night is finally coming to an end.
The sun belonging to Zhao is about to rise.
It is a pity that Lian Po, as a general of the Zhao Kingdom, cannot enjoy his prosperity. Now Lian Po is struggling on the line of life and death!
The Qin Army, the Qin Army who had been waiting for a long time on the outside, the Qin Army who had been repairing internally all night, and the 30,000-strong army that was unable to pursue the Zhao Army. The Qin Army, which had suppressed its anger, finally set in the bright moon and the rising sun began to rise. As he rose, he revealed his sharp fangs.
The sobbing horn sounded again, and with the tidy drum beat, a Qin army with a neat military appearance quietly appeared in front of the Wei army. To be precise, they should have appeared on both sides of the Wei army.
Lian Po, who was sleeping in his clothes, came to the front line of the battlefield at the first moment when the war drums sounded. Looking around, behind the chilling atmosphere, there were neat and orderly formations.
This observation didn't matter. The more Lian Po looked at it, the more he became distraught.
The first is military strength!
The endless military formations silently declared the strength of the Qin army. By counting the square formations one by one, it was easy to calculate the strength of the Qin army. After just a little calculation, there was a look of helplessness and despair - the Qin army had no less than 40,000 troops in the front line alone. Including the central army and the rear army, the internal strength of the Qin army alone was probably 70,000 to 80,000. up.
Lian Po knew that his judgment last night was correct. Zhao Jun had taken the lead to break through, otherwise the Qin army would not have been able to mobilize so many troops overnight.
Thinking of this, Lian Po felt both pleased and worried in his heart. What was gratifying was that
The concentration of Qin's army means that tens of thousands of Zhao's troops have successfully escaped. What is worrying is that the increase in Qin's strength has exceeded the limit that Wei's army can withstand.
If the tens of thousands of Qin troops in the rear are added, the total strength of the Qin army may not be less than 130,000 or 40,000. However, after two days of fierce fighting, the strength of the Qin army has shrunk to less than 80,000. In other words, the advantage in military strength has been completely reversed. Arriving at the Qin army.
It would not be bad if it was just an increase in military strength, but what is even more terrible is the renewed morale of the Qin army.
His eyes, which had been so tired that they were lost in sight, now bloomed with a devouring light. Lian Po was all too familiar with that look, a look full of naked longing and desire! The desire to win the battle, and the desire to be promoted after victory! Perhaps in the eyes of the Qin army on the opposite side, the current Wei army is just a number on their merit list.
A murderous aura has quietly condensed into a ferocious wolf in Qin's military formation, suspended in mid-air, staring at the fat mass of Wei's army. Lian Po had even seen the drool dripping from the corner of the wolf's mouth.
Only the bloodshot eyes filled with hatred slightly revealed the Qin army's already exhausted combat power. Of course, Lian Po, who was watching from a distance, could not discover this.
Not only the morale of the army, but also the equipment of the Qin army made Lian Po despair.
The Qin army in front of them has always been in a defensive state, but the crossbows for which the Qin army is famous are only the strong bows and hard crossbows in the hands of the crossbowmen, and those real killer weapons-car crossbows and bed crossbows are extremely powerful. Few appear.
This is not the Qin army's clumsiness, but because in the tug-of-war with the Zhao army, almost all the chariot crossbows and bed crossbows were damaged and exhausted.
But now, such big killer weapons appeared in front of the Qin army's formation as if they were free of charge. The huge and brand-new arrows had been installed, glowing with little bits of cold light, aiming directly at the Wei army. .
Facing such a Qin army, whose morale, equipment and weapons are almost at their peak, will the Wei army behind them be their opponent? Even under his own command! What's more, there's a gas tanker next to him.
That's right, Lian Po had already carefully observed the Qin army's line, and Lord Xinling hurried over in his armor, fastening the last few holes as he went.
It cannot be said that Lord Xinling's speed was too slow, but Lian Po, who had already made some assumptions in his mind, came too quickly. Lord Xinling was quite aware of this and did not appear on the battlefield wearing brocade uniforms like that young master.
But even with Lord Xinling's relatively good war literacy and psychological quality, when facing such a large-scale military formation of the Qin Army, he couldn't help but feel panic and confusion in his heart.
