despair!
Deep despair completely enveloped Lord Xinling and the thousands of elites under his command.
Yes, after two days of running around, Lord Xinling had less than 7,000 men left under his command.
The remaining three thousand elites did not desert, but stayed in this homeland forever in order to block Zhao Jun's cavalry.
Unfortunately, even though it was tragic enough, their efforts at the cost of their lives came to naught in an instant in front of Tian Dan’s 10,000-strong army.
Just when they were only ten miles away from their capital, Daliang, they ran into the Zhao army who was waiting for them.
He was obviously about to see the rising sun, but his way of survival was blocked.
It's not that Lord Xinling didn't choose the route. In fact, Lord Xinling had already divided several detachments to influence Zhao Jun's judgment from all directions.
But unfortunately, Tian Dan and his 10,000-strong army stood in front of him.
Except for the sentence "I will die," Lord Xinling could not express any more information.
If he could do it over again, Lord Xinling would definitely split the 7,000 troops in his hand into seven parts. Even if one or two parts could break into the city, it would be a hope for Daliang City!
Oh no!
If he could do it all over again, Lord Xinling would never overestimate his ability to fight this decisive battle with Zhao Kuo;
Even Lord Xinling would never suggest that King Wei participate in the battle between Zhao and Qin again, starting from the initial "stealing the talisman to save Zhao".
It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world.
Of course, in fact, even if Lord Xinling divides his troops into seven groups, it makes no sense at all.
One by one of the small teams he sent, they were all captured by Zhao Jun's cavalry. It was by eliminating all the wrong answers that Tian Dan could accurately capture the only correct answer.
It can be said that since Lord Xinling failed to get rid of Zhao Jun's pursuing army, he had no chance.
The two-day escape was nothing more than a cat-and-mouse game played by Zhao Jun with Lord Xinling in order to avoid more losses after witnessing the decisive power of Wei Jun.
And with the emergence of Tian Dan's army, this game should also come to an end.
Just when Lord Xinling mustered up his last courage and wanted to charge Zhao Jun Tiandan's military formation with his exhausted seven thousand soldiers, a whimpering horn slowly came from behind Lord Xinling.
Lord Xinling was all too familiar with that soul-stirring voice.
That was the horn sound from Zhao Jun's advance.
For two days, this ghostly voice lingered in Lord Xinling's ears almost all the time. Lord Xinling was almost tortured to death by the sound.
However, when the whimpering horn sounded in Lord Xinling's ears, Lord Xinling calmed down.
He understood that his era was coming to an end, albeit with an extremely unhappy ending.
But Lord Xinling was content because he had already worked hard and done his best for his motherland.
Whatever the reason, there is no doubt that he ultimately failed, and failed miserably. But he has been able to accept it calmly.
Perhaps, Lord Xinling had anticipated this outcome from the moment he embarked on his escape, or perhaps Lord Xinling had become accustomed to the taste of failure in the pouring rain when he retreated from Changping to Wei State.
However, looking at the bewildered eyes of his subordinates, Lord Xinling, who thought he was in peace, still couldn't help but feel the slightest ripples.
He knew that the soldiers around him were the most loyal troops, otherwise they would not have been able to accompany him through the two days and three nights of his uncertain escape.
But the more I know, the more distressed I feel.
What a good soldier!
Sighing softly, Lord Xinling said slowly: "Call the entire army to put down their weapons and surrender."
"General!" The soldiers around him immediately tried to persuade him.
"There are blocking troops in front and pursuit behind, so there is no need to resist fearlessly." Lord Xinling sighed and continued.
Lift your head and look
Looking at the sun that has not yet shown its face, the golden light is about to pierce the thin clouds in a moment.
Looking at the golden spectacle on the horizon, Lord Xinling could not help but murmur, "There is no power in this world that can stop Zhao from dominating the world."
As soon as the words fell, the thousands of golden lights instantly pierced the thin clouds, projecting thousands of golden radiances to the earth.
"Surrender!" Lord Xinling closed his eyes and quietly felt the glory.
With a slight sigh, the soldiers beside him stopped talking, turned their horses' heads, and conveyed Lord Xinling's order: "Your Majesty has an order, put down your sword and surrender!"
After hearing the order, the Wei army officers and soldiers instantly fell into infinite confusion.
surrender?
They really don't want to.
But listening to the orders in their ears and looking at Zhao Jun's banner getting closer and closer in the distance, everyone understood that surrender would be the best outcome for them.
With a "clang" sound, a Wei soldier finally put down his weapon according to the order.
Immediately afterwards, more officers and soldiers of the Wei army finally gave up the last trace of obsession in their hearts.
Just as the sounds of "ding rang, ding rang" were heard one after another, Lord Xinling quietly drew out the sword from his waist.
With a "click" sound, the exquisite scabbard fell to the ground mercilessly.
The soldiers around Lord Xinling looked towards their lord, only to see that the sharp sword had been placed on their neck by Lord Xinling.
Under the sun, the sword that had been tempered for hundreds of years shone a little bit of light, sparkling as if a stubborn stone had been thrown into the calm water.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
A group of soldiers and Wei soldiers who reacted all ran towards Lord Xinling.
"Stop." Lord Xinling's words were still calm and majestic.
For a moment, everyone was really forced by Lord Xinling's words and stopped in their tracks.
"I have lost my power and humiliated the country. I am ashamed of Mianjun, I am ashamed of all the generals, and I am ashamed of Jiuquan." Lord Xinling looked around the crowd and said slowly.
"Your Majesty!"
"Zhao's army is so powerful that it is not a crime of war."
"Your Majesty!"
Listening to Lord Xinling's words, every one of the officers and soldiers of the Wei army burst into tears.
Although Lord Xinling did not lead them to win many battles, as a monarch who was inferior to one person and surpassed ten thousand people, he slept on the same table and lived in the same bed with them.
Since Lord Xinling has taken charge of the army, he has been rewarded for his actions and punished for his mistakes. Although he is defeated in battle, his kindness and support are sufficient. If he wins in battle, he will benefit everyone.
Let me ask, how many nobles can do this?
In fact, the officers and soldiers of the Wei army really didn't want much. As it happened, Lord Xinling had already done his best.
This is why even though Lord Xinling was defeated by Zhao the day before yesterday, tens of thousands of Wei troops were still willing to follow him.
It's a pity that Lord Xinling is leaving them now.
Seeing everyone's tearful eyes, Lord Xinling felt slightly better.
Perhaps, as a general, he is not the best on the battlefield, but if he can be recognized by his soldiers, he should not be too bad.
While thinking about it, Lord Xinling cast his gaze on the red scroll with the character "Zhao" behind him, as if waiting for an answer from Zhao Kuo.
A gust of wind passed by, and the red scroll with the character "Zhao" fluttered in the wind, as if it were a giant nodding slightly towards Lord Xinling.
At this moment, Lord Xinling was really relieved.
"Tell my king that Wuji is incompetent and failed to turn the tide for our country, Wei. He can only die to apologize. May my king be a plan for the people of Wei and a plan for the ancestral temple of Wei..."
Closing his eyes slightly, Lord Xinling did not continue speaking.
When the news of his defeat and death spread back to Daliang, perhaps the King of Wei would come out and surrender to Zhao without having to say anything at all.
Shaking his head slightly, Lord Xinling then looked at the large banner moving in the wind.
"Zhao Kuo." Lord Xinling suddenly shouted, "Don't hurt my soldiers.
Be kind to people! Wei Jun, surrender! "
After saying this, Lord Xinling raised his right hand, and the sharp sword instantly drew a blood line on his neck.
Then, with a clang, the sword fell to the ground, and gurgling blood instantly spurted out from the blood line.
"Your Majesty!"
Lord Xinling's personal soldiers and a group of Wei soldiers rushed to Lord Xinling's side.
Unfortunately, what greeted them was only a sky full of blood and a limp corpse.
Lord Xinling finally fell into the arms of his dearest warriors.
Fortunately?
How sad?
In this life, Lord Xinling received more trust than in history, but he did not receive the same opportunities as in history.
Because of the existence of Zhao Kuo, the Wei State was no longer the leader in the fight against Qin, and even the right to speak was deprived by Zhao State;
Also because of the existence of Zhao Kuo, Lord Xinling was not able to lead the troops of the Five Kingdoms as he had done in history, let alone complete the feat of knocking off Hangu.
But his life was still magnificent and he had no regrets.
Compared with the melancholy ending in history, perhaps Lord Xinling hopes for the ending today.
The general is ready to die on his horse, so why not wrap his body in his horse's leather?
What I'm most afraid of is that I'm old in bed, my heart is ready for a fight, I'm powerless, I sigh in vain as the years are like water, and I shed a few lines of tears.
As if they heard Lord Xinling's dying call, Zhao Kuo and Tian Dan sent out troops to investigate the situation.
After confirming that all the Wei troops had laid down their weapons, Zhao Kuo immediately arranged his troops to gather the Wei troops.
As for Lord Xinling, Zhao Kuo ordered someone to build a coffin and put Lord Xinling into it himself in front of the Wei army officers and soldiers.
Zhao Kuo still admired this young man from the Warring States Period.
If possible, Zhao Kuo even wanted him to serve in his center after he unified the world.
Just the overall view displayed by "encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao" was enough to get him a position in the cabinet.
Unfortunately, he chose another path after all.
Of course, this is not surprising.
As a member of the public office and shouldering such an important responsibility for the Wei State, it is not surprising that he committed suicide without shame in the face of defeat. Perhaps he would have done the same thing if he had been replaced.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, that's all.
After placing Lord Xinling in the coffin with his own hands, Zhao Kuo immediately led 100,000 Zhao troops (90,000 himself and 10,000 Tiandan) to the foot of Daliang City.
The attack was stopped and personal soldiers were sent to deliver Lord Xinling's coffin to Daliang City. Everything was unspeakable...
Riding a war horse, Zhao Kuo quietly waited for King Wei's final decision.
