Outside Jiepai Ridge, the sun has set in the west, and the leaves that have been green all summer are also dyed with a layer of golden color under the setting sun. The bleak autumn wind also blows in advance, and the half-yellow and half-green leaves fall rustlingly on the ground. Above the earth, it was blown up by the ruthless autumn wind again, spinning aimlessly between the sky and the earth.
At dusk, only the last batch of 20,000 Qin troops from the hundreds of thousands of Qin troops left Jiepailing. The long Shangdang battle will finally come to an end at the turn of summer and autumn.
And the last stroke of this period should naturally be drawn by Bai Qi.
Sima Cuo led his army to escort the army along the way to Yewang City. Under the border ridge, only Wang Hao led Hu Shang and several other trusted generals and hundreds of soldiers stood silently at the city gate.
Several soldiers were distributing sesame seeds to everyone present. Those who wear hemp are the fifth class of mourning clothes. The clothes for the third month include a fine white cloth sutra belt.
If the sight of the hemp still confused the Qin troops, the appearance of the king's linen mourning clothes made everyone's hearts skip a beat. Observing its shape and form, wearing a coarse white cloth crown and sutra is a great merit and a nine-month attire. Second to the decline of Qi, it is the third grade of mourning.
Except for the king far away in Xianyang, the only one who can make Wang Lang wear linen mourning clothes is...
Thinking of Mr. Wu An who never showed up, a terrible thought came to my mind. And when Fan Sui, the prime minister who had always been at odds with Bai Qi, appeared under the city gate wearing silk and hemp, all the Qin sergeants were completely shocked!
"General!"
"What's wrong with Mr. Wu An?"
A group of Qin army generals and soldiers rushed to Wang Lu and Fan Sui.
Wang Hao held back tears from the corners of his eyes and said slowly: "Mr. Wu An, I already left last night!"
"What?!"
"Going? Didn't Mr. Wu An go to the banquet?"
Obviously, there are quite a few sergeants who have not yet understood the meaning of Wang Lu's words, but considering the silk and hemp tied on their bodies, no matter how stupid they are, they can understand the meaning of "gone" in General Wang Lu's mouth.
In an instant, the few hundred people in the Qin army were like a bunch of ignited fire, and the fierce fighting spirit was about to destroy the several-foot-high Jiepailing.
"Zhao Gou! Give me back Mr. Wu An!"
"Zhao Guo, accept your fate!"
"Come on, fight until it hurts!"
With a "stab" sound, the long swords at the waists of several soldiers were already unsheathed. For safety along the way, these hundreds of soldiers were also allowed to wear long swords.
"噌...噌...噌..." were heard several times, and a dozen long swords were unsheathed.
Even Hu Shang and other high-ranking generals of the Qin Army couldn't help but have red eyes and a buzzing mind when they suddenly heard the news. They couldn't care less about suppressing the soldiers under their command.
Although Wang Hao tried his best to suppress it, in the end he only had the power of one person. He pressed the gourd here and raised the gourd there. Although Fan Sui was the prime minister, he was even more powerless. Facing the excited crowd, he saw that the situation was about to get out of control.
"Oh? Do you want to fight again?!"
A young voice suddenly sounded from the city gate, but in the ears of the Qin army generals, it was like the sound of hell, and the scene calmed down almost instantly.
Immediately afterwards, a pale and young face slowly emerged from the shadow of the tower.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Zhao Kuo?
Dressed in white, with long hair blowing in the wind, under the setting sun, half of Zhao Kuo's body was exposed in the sun, while the other half was hidden in the shadow of the city gate tower. His half-yin, half-yang appearance made everyone present even more confused. Shivered.
"The crossbowmen are ready! After five breaths, whoever holds a sharp blade will be killed!" Zhao Kuo was not prepared to coddle the Qin army. Since he dared to provoke him, he had to pay the price. He immediately ordered the crossbowmen on the tower and behind him to prepare. .
After hearing the order, the Zhao soldiers all raised their crossbows in response. The Zhao soldiers who did not have crossbows also slowly drew out the long swords at their waists. As long as their general gave the order, they would do it without hesitation. Tear the hundreds of Qin troops in front of you into pieces.
Suddenly, the Shangdang war, which had come to an end, stirred up trouble again.
Don't underestimate this little rush.
Suddenly, the cause of the world war was just an assassination. If it is allowed to develop, it is not impossible for another war to happen again.
And this is something that Pingyang Jun, the envoy who promotes peace, cannot accept at any cost. Although the outcome of the current fight may be beneficial to Zhao Guo, it will never be beneficial to Pingyang Jun.
"What are you doing?!" Pingyang Jun on the side just said half a sentence when Zhao Kuo looked at him and forced him back.
Lord Pingyuan on the side also quickly covered his brother's mouth and whispered in his ear: "Zhao Jun, don't humiliate him."
Yes, this was the clamor started by the Qin army. If Zhao Jun did not respond, it would mean that he was afraid of the Qin army and would encourage the Qin army's arrogance. This is a matter of principle and a matter of great right and wrong.
If Zhao Kuo is not here, then forget it, the two parties will make peace and it will be over.
Fortunately, Zhao Kuo woke up at this moment and specially came to attend Bai Qi's "remains" handover ceremony, making it clear that he was here to weaken the Qin army again. And Zhao Kuo's response just now represents the response of the entire Zhao army. Even if the king comes in person at this time, he will only follow Zhao Kuo's wishes.
You, a mere royal envoy, blatantly contradict Zhao Kuo on big issues of right and wrong, are looking for death.
Pingyang Jun here was dumbfounded, and Fan Sui, the prime minister of the Qin State over there, hurriedly glanced at Wang He, signaling to take control of your subordinates - the man in front of him was the ruthless man who beat the king's envoy Lou Changdu with a military stick. Ah, the Shangdang's millions of troops were being toyed with and applauded by him. If he really got serious and left a few hundred of his people behind, it wouldn't be a big deal at all.
What's more, since this was caused by his own people, Zhao Kuo had an absolute excuse to kill himself and others.
"General, there's a misunderstanding." Fan Sui stepped forward to smooth things over while looking at him.
"Mr. Wu An exchanged his own life for yours. Do you want to make Mr. Wu An die without ever resting his eyes in peace?" Wang Hao over there immediately gritted his teeth and scolded: "Listen to my command, sheath your sword!"
Wang Hao didn't want to fight for it, even if he was buried for Lord Wu'an.
But, he can't. Not only because of the dense crossbows of the Zhao army in front of him, but also because he was the leader of the army. Once he takes action, not only will the hundreds of people around him and the Prime Minister Fan Sui be killed on the spot by Zhao Kuo, but even the troops who have left Jiepailing will probably suffer under Zhao Jun's fast horses. .
In this way, Lord Wu An's sacrifice was really in vain.
No matter what, Wang Hao had to endure it.
After hearing Wang Lu's general order, although the officers and soldiers of the Qin army were unwilling to do so, their long-term inertia of obeying and Wang Lu's words still made them grit their teeth and put away their swords.
Seeing that Qin Jun's uniform was weak, Zhao Kuo nodded slightly and motioned for his crossbow to be put down.
To boil the eagle is to slowly wear away every trace of the eagle's vigor!
