"Good wine!"
A sound of admiration came from the simple hut.
"Thank you, Mr. Mafu, for your hospitality!" Another hearty laughter came from the hut: "The road ahead is long, so I will take the first step. The road is long and difficult, so please go slowly, Mr. Mafu. When the time comes, your soul will return to the underworld. Don't forget to tell me. , what are the similarities and differences between the world at that time and the world at this time?"
"Ha ha ha ha......"
Amidst the laughter, a streak of bright red shot out from the air and landed on the boiling wine vessel with boiling water. With a roar, it turned into a streak of white smoke and dissipated in the summer night. The breeze blew slightly and then disappeared. Be invisible.
However, that touch of bright red has been deeply engraved on the bronze wine boiler, bright red and timeless!
With a clang, the sharp long sword fell on the wooden floor. The thin wooden board was immediately penetrated. Through the thin layer of wooden boards, the long sword was deeply embedded in the earth.
Immediately afterwards, there was a bang, and the huge figure fell on its back, stirring up dust and smoke all over the ground. Even the surrounding bonfires were stirred a little by the wave of air.
The fiery red blood rolled out along the wound on the neck, instantly painting the floor with red makeup. The gurgling blood slowly flowed along the curvature of the floor to the long sword, and finally followed the smooth mirror-like sword body, quietly The quiet flow flows into the land of Shangdang...
Xu Li, who was standing aside, took a few steps forward, came to the side of the huge body, and reached out to touch the pulse on his neck. In fact, there was no need to check for a pulse at all. The deep wound almost The entire neck was split into two, and there was no chance of survival.
However, this is Bai Qi! Bai Qi, who is known as the massacrer! Bai Qi has countless military souls in his hands! In the Shangdang battle alone, at least 300,000 soldiers of the Zhao and Wei armies died in his hands.
The Battle of Yique, the Battle of Huayang, the Battle of Yiyang, the Battle of Yanying...
Battles of extremely large scale all ended with his victory, and the hopes of famous generals to be immortalized ended in his name. Not to mention millions of people died directly or indirectly in his name. On hand.
When facing such people, no matter how careful you are, you can never be too careful.
Of course, maybe Xu Li not only wanted to confirm Bai Qi's death, but also just wanted to take a look at the final majesty of this warrior known as the Human Slayer.
He moved towards the long sword between the wooden board and the ground. He ignored the sword body which was still dripping with blood. With a scrape, he pulled out the long sword. He held the handle in one hand and the blade in the other. He carefully held the long sword and removed the grass. shed. As for the wine boiler engraved with Bai Qi's blood, it still stayed by Bai Qi's side.
Holding the long sword in both hands, Xu Li took a few steps quickly and arrived not far from the hay shed.
Zhao Kuo was there, standing quietly facing the hayloft. The bonfire jumping a few steps away reflected Zhao Kuo's calm face, which was yin and yang, like an evil ghost seeking life in hell.
"General, Mr. Wu An has committed suicide in the hut." Xu Li held up the sword in both hands and reported to Zhao Kuo with his head lowered.
From Xu Li's tone, it is not difficult to hear the excitement in his heart. Although it is a pity that the Qin army could not be completely annihilated, it may have been a great gain to force the Qin army's leader Bai Qi to commit suicide. Even Xu Li and more generals of the Zhao army, in their hearts, were more willing to kill Bai Qi than to annihilate more than 100,000 Qin troops.
Obviously everyone understands the principle that "a thousand armies are easy to win, but a general is hard to find."
Xu Li believed that once the news of Bai Qi being forced to commit suicide spread back to the camp, it would immediately cause a major earthquake, no less severe than the one that caused the final victory in the Battle of Shangdang.
Not to mention Xu Li, even the "initiator" Zhao Kuo was a little confused at this time! He simply couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, even if he had contributed to it - history had finally changed dramatically due to his own efforts!
Although the Battle of Changping had been changed by Zhao Kuo before this, it was not as intuitive and impactful as the sword that was still bleeding in front of him. Zhao Kuo truly felt the twists and turns that his little butterfly brought to history: Bai Qi died because of himself; history changed because of himself.
This undoubtedly gave Zhao Kuo full confidence - Bai Qi and I can defeat him, so what else is there to fear? !
Taking a long breath, Zhao Kuo knew that it was time to put an end to this damn war. He stretched out his right hand and took the sword from Xu Li's hand. There was even a little bit of Bai Qi's body temperature left on the sword - from now on, there would be no Bai Qi in the world, only Zhao Kuo!
As soon as the long sword pointed towards Tianyi, Xu Li on the side immediately ordered: "Prepare the rocket."
The surrounding soldiers also moved upon hearing the order, replacing their swords and shields with crossbows, and lit the arrows wrapped in oilcloth one by one in the bonfire.
Soon, the long sword in Zhao Kuo's hand fell hard, and the blood beads attached to it were also thrown away.
Xu Li beside him immediately roared: "Let go!"
Soon enough, hundreds of rockets were fired into the hut. The weather was dry and dry grass and dead wood were excellent fire starters. Coupled with the arrows soaked in kerosene, the simple hut was ablaze in almost an instant.
The fire demon slowly moved southward along the surrounding heavy pillars, quickly wrapping the entire hay shed in it.
In the light of the sky, Bai Qi lay there quietly, his face so pale that no expression could be seen at all. Even if the flames were slightly stirred, it did not cause any reaction from Bai Qi. Immediately, the fire demon completely wrapped everything in it, except for the flames, there was no other color.
Putting down his bow and arrow, Zhao Kuo quietly enjoyed the scene of the flames devouring everything, feeling indescribably comfortable.
With the crackling sound, the fire became more and more intense. Fortunately, Zhao Kuo had already ordered people to dig the isolation zone. The flames soaring into the sky caused Zhao Jun in the military camp to wait and see for a while - was there an accident?
Through the outer wall of the camp, Zhao Jun kept looking in the direction of Zhao Kuo, trying to find the familiar moan among the darkness and fiery red.
"Why is it burning?"
"Do you need to put out the fire?"
"General, are you okay?"
"Why isn't the door open yet?"
After searching to no avail, the soldiers immediately became a little restless.
Compared to the restlessness of the troops, Lian Po's heart was clear at the gate of the village - the war was finally over!
Indeed, the Battle of Changping is coming to an end! It ended with the blood of Bai Qi, Lord Wu'an of Qin State.
The flames were still burning brightly, and Zhao Kuo just watched quietly...
