Under the sun, the long arrows glowed faintly with blue light, and with the resentment of the old Qin people, they shot fiercely at Zhao Kuo.
"Bang!" was the sound of heavy objects falling heavily to the ground.
Unfortunately, it was not Zhao Kuo but Sima Cuo.
After using up the last bit of adrenaline in his body and launching the arrow in his hand, Sima Cuo fell down helplessly! He didn't even have time to see whether the arrow he shot could successfully hit the target.
The passage of time has taken away too much strength from him, and it is no small miracle that he can persevere.
Fighting all the way, even though it was only a short twenty steps, dozens of Zhao soldiers inflicted too many wounds on his body, too many wounds, wounds with gurgling blood, too much blood left from the wounds, It dripped into the soil, and under every step, there were bloody hoof prints, and the blood took away not only his strength, but also his body temperature and life...
Being able to fire that last arrow is already a miracle among miracles.
"Jun Wu'an! I'm here to find you!" Sima Cuo, who was exhausted mentally and physically, fell from his horse on his back without even needing any further effort from the soldiers around him.
The blue sky and white clouds are just like my hometown of Xianyang.
When King Ba fell, perhaps he was missing his people, land and relatives in Bashan.
It's a pity that this time, he still failed to bring victory back to Qin. The moment the arrow was sent out, Sima Cuo already felt that there was no way that arrow could hit Zhao Kuo, and even Zhao Kuo's side Can't even touch it.
Because the bow on which he placed his last hope was struck by Zhao Jun's long sword at an unknown moment during the fierce battle and was damaged.
Oh, yes, it should have been accidentally chopped by Zhao Jun during a continuous attack after his helmet fell off!
Sima Cuo wished so much that the knife could be used to directly look at him, even if a large piece of flesh was cut off because of it, he would not hesitate. It's a pity that things just happened to happen, or rather, it just happened.
Although the bow that had been stabbed could still be used with difficulty, not only was its accuracy greatly reduced, but more importantly, its power was no longer enough to injure Zhao Kuo, who was 250 steps away.
Sima Cuo's death blow was defeated by a coincidence. How could Sima Cuo accept this?
However, Sima Cuo knew that even if he could no longer accept it and no matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do! The surrounding Zhao army has once again surrounded him. After seeing him shooting arrows, they will never give him a chance to move forward. However, he has lost the weapon in his hand, has no strength in his body, and is no longer able to take even one step forward.
The long period of fighting and bleeding has consumed all my heart. Now I not only have no strength to draw the bow, I even have no strength to keep myself sitting.
I really tried my best!
It's a pity that God bless Zhao but not Qin!
What's sad is that Sima Cuo now doesn't even have the strength to shout these words.
With deep reluctance, Sima Cuo glanced at the sky again. It was still so blue, so blue that it made people panic, and it was so blue that it made people reluctant to close their eyes.
And under the blue sky, a blood-red color is spreading on this ancient land.
With a "clang" sound, the long arrow with a faint blue halo finally fell down feebly, less than five steps away from Zhao Kuo. Five steps, still as close as a stone's throw away, but yet a world away.
Of course, there are still two layers of shields in front of Zhao Kuo, which can almost wrap Zhao Kuo airtight. Even if the arrow is powerful enough, it is still impossible to break through the shield.
However, this sudden arrow was too thrilling, especially for the soldiers of Zhao who were fighting the Qin army head-on. Fortunately, in the end the arrow did not cause any damage to their general. It was not until this moment that all the Zhao soldiers were relieved.
No one expected that in such a desperate situation, the Qin army could still explode with such combat power, and the Qin general even found the only possible hope in despair.
What I didn't even expect was that the general of Qin, who had suffered countless injuries, just took it step by step, at the cost of his own life and that of his subordinates, enduring pain that was unbearable for ordinary people, and amplifying this weak hope little by little...
Fortunately, the final result was not as expected, otherwise Zhao Kuo's soldiers might have no choice but to die to thank the world.
In this battle, Zhao Kuo's soldiers seemed to be in the open, but in fact they were in the dark; they seemed to be prey, but in fact they were hunters; With the blessing, this battle should have been a crushing victory without any suspense. Zhao Jun should have won heartily and shockingly!
But abruptly, at the very end, the general of Qin almost succeeded in making a comeback almost by himself!
Sima Cuo really, really did everything he could do. From the choice of the ambush location, to the sudden decision to leave the group and rush to the battlefield, to the decisions made again and again on the battlefield: from the cavalry charging into the formation to dividing the troops to take detours, from the decision to engage in close combat to the final desperate move, it can be said that Sima made a mistake in his layout and improvised command capabilities were brought into full play.
But it is a pity that he is facing Zhao Kuo. It is not that Zhao Kuo is too strong, but that the power of technology cannot be compensated by the power of tactics. Almost every time Sima Cuo makes a new adjustment, there will be new technology waiting for him. With the heavy-armored Mo Dao and the stirrups like cavalry wings, how can Sima Cuo be undefeated?
It's just that although the Qin army was defeated and the Zhao army was victorious, this victory only belonged to Zhao Kuo's secret weapon, not Zhao Kuo's soldiers. Although they were also chosen as the front line and could be said to be the elite of the Zhao army, their fighting will and fighting qualities were obviously inferior to those of the Qin army.
At least, Zhao Kuo asked himself, in such a desperate situation, no matter how hard it was for him to be like that Qin army general, he would shed the last drop of blood for the ultimate goal. Maybe retreat would be his best choice.
After all, "You can leave green hills without worrying about having firewood to burn" is not as exciting or inspiring as "I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood."
As for the soldiers under his command, despite such a huge advantage, they still injured dozens of people. Zhao Kuo could only sigh slightly at the strength of the Qin army. As for whether he could be like those Qin soldiers who risked their lives to escort Qin generals forward, Zhao Kuo was confident, but he hoped that this scene would never come.
All in all, Zhao Jun had too many areas to improve in this battle.
