On the high platform of Zhangtai Palace,
Ying Ziqing turned to look at Lu Buwei, who was trembling slightly. The corners of his mouth under the mask curved.
He said in a teasing tone: "I wonder how Mr. Xiangguo feels about this scene arranged by me?"
"Bad handsome man! Don't be too happy too early!" Lu Buwei's face returned to calm, but there was still an uncontrollable anger in his voice.
After all, seeing the snare that he had spent years of hard work building being destroyed in the hands of this unscrupulous handsome man, no matter how deep his mind was, he couldn't help but feel angry.
Ying Ziqing clapped his hands, turned his back and said calmly:
"Then, let's wait and see..."
In the secret passage, one of the Tianzi-level killers, Xiao Mei, covered his broken right arm and ran away quickly.
Behind him were dozens of elite bad guys who were chasing him.
Finally, he passed through the secret passage and arrived in front of the military camp belonging to Lu Buwei's general. At this time, hundreds of black-armored soldiers with swords in their hands poured out from the camp to protect the demons. The bad guys who were chasing him retreated into the darkness upon seeing this.
At this time, four generals in black armor and white robes walked out of the military camp. Looking at the demon with blood pouring out, he asked doubtfully:
"Lord Jin Mei, what happened? How could you be hunted down?"
The devil covered his broken arm and said through gritted teeth:
"The Prime Minister orders you to lead the army immediately and capture the palace! Afterwards, the four of you can be granted the title of marquis."
The four generals looked at each other with some hesitation, and then chose to obey the temptation of the position of marquis.
Immediately led their respective subordinates, a total of more than 10,000 people, and set off towards Xianyang Palace.
Then when they turned into Xianyang Street, they discovered,
In front are ten thousand red-clad soldiers holding Qin swords in one hand and Qin crossbows in the other.
This elite division of 10,000 is the palace forbidden army dedicated to Ying Zheng.
One of the rebel generals looked at the forbidden troops who had been waiting here with an arrow on the string, and hesitantly said:
"Li Jing, can we really take the palace?"
The general named Li Jing said solemnly:
"Old Zhao, we are on the verge of firing and have to take action."
Zhao Huan sighed and issued the order to attack.
Before the rebels could get into formation and launch an attack, crossbow arrows from the Forbidden Army had already been fired at them, blocking out the sky and the sun.
In one round of volley, at least hundreds of people died on the spot under the rain of arrows.
Then, under the command of Zhang Han, the commander of the Forbidden Army, the Forbidden Army advanced while firing with crossbows.
At this time, more than 10,000 Xuanjia Hongyu infantry suddenly emerged from the rear and right side of the rebel army.
These more than 10,000 people are the troops of generals whose families are controlled by Ying Ziqing.
The rebels, who had been defeated steadily by the Forbidden Army, encountered backstabbing from the rear, and their formation was in chaos for a while.
These black-armored rebels had no idea what their mission was, and they suffered heavy blows from the Forbidden Army and the Black-armored Army. Suddenly, many soldiers lost all will to fight.
Many soldiers abandoned their helmets and tried to flee here while taking advantage of the chaos. The chaos caused the black-armored rebels to collapse from within. More and more soldiers put down their weapons and knelt on the ground to express surrender.
Seeing that the army was hopeless, several generals wanted to take advantage of the chaos to leave, but they were caught and tied up by dozens of soldiers who wanted to take advantage of the situation.
Seeing that the generals were afraid of fighting and running away, the rebel soldiers put down their weapons one after another.
After killing more than 7,000 rebels, the remaining 8,000 rebels all laid down their weapons and prostrated on the ground.
Zhang Han, who was riding on a tall horse, looked at the four rebel generals and the Tianzi-level killer Xiao Mei who were tied in front of him, and calmly ordered:
"Behead him immediately to warn everyone!"
"Here!"
The next second, blood flashed and five heads flew into the air.
After Lu Buwei saw that the rebels he arranged were all wiped out by the Forbidden Army and the Xuanjia Army,
He looked at Ying Ziqing with an ugly face,
"How did you command the more than 10,000 Xuanjia troops?"
Ying Ziqing did not look back, but admired the Xianyang City shrouded in blood, and said in an indifferent tone:
"It's very simple. Just control the kid and use force."
Lu Buwei's face was uncertain, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was the real villain.
Although Ying Zheng looked down at this moment with a calm expression, the clenched fists in his sleeves could tell that his mood was not as calm as his face.
Dawn is coming soon...
On the main road outside Xianyang City,
Zhang Ping, the concubine of the left, was wearing exquisite armor and riding on a horse.
Looking far away at the lights of Xianyang City, as a general who rose to prominence through shrewd speculation, he probably guessed Lu Buwei's purpose of sending him to lead troops back to Xianyang, but he didn't expect that the two sides would actually start fighting.
He was thinking secretly:
"The military strength of Lu Buwei and King Qin in Xianyang City is roughly the same, so now with 20,000 black-armored troops, he has become the key factor in this changing battle. Perhaps we can take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune."
But then he gave up the idea. It was too stupid to do so, and it would be easy for his future to settle the score.
It would be better to rush over and offer help in times of need, and show your loyalty by the way, as it is essential for you to be promoted to a higher position at any time.
Thinking of this, he ordered to the messenger on the side:
"According to my order, the whole army will speed up the march and must reach Xianyang City within a quarter of an hour."
"Here, General."
At this time, the horse under him suddenly became a little restless. Zhang Ping tightened the rope to control the horse.
By the light of the torch, he saw that the gravel on the ground was shaking slightly.
Zhang Ping's expression changed, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at the plains to the side.
The sound of rumbling came from far and near. When the sound got closer, he finally saw the source of the sound.
Three thousand heavily armored cavalry - Iron Buddha, lined up in a cone and galloped towards the flank of the black armored army.
Looking at the spear that shone coldly in the moonlight, he roared loudly:
"The enemy is attacking, the entire army is in formation!"
After Zhang Ping finished shouting, he immediately checked the cavalry. He roughly counted only three thousand, and his heart dropped.
A disdainful smile appeared on his face, and he ordered like the messenger beside him:
"Take the initiative and wipe out these cavalry here."
As a general who rose to prominence through speculation, he only had a vague understanding of combat, and he only knew how to fight with superior strength.
The black-armored troops turned around and rushed towards Iron Buddha Tu with spears in hand.
In the Iron Buddha Tu, Li Cunli, who was riding a white horse, had a faint smile on his face:
"The information is indeed good. This ordinary soldier is really so vulgar and reckless."
When the first black armored soldier who came into contact with the Iron Buddha was about to stab the war horse wrapped in heavy armor with the spear in his hand, the armor-covered body was knocked away by the iron cavalry rushing out from the other side. He breathed his last and died.
At the moment when Iron Buddha's iron hoofs and spears collided with the black-armored infantry, Zhang Ping realized the foolishness of his use of troops.
The iron pagoda, whose men and horses were tightly wrapped in heavy armor, rendered the spears and swords in the hands of the black armor useless. On the battlefield, the iron pagoda cavalry was like a meat grinder on the battlefield.
Under the cover of night, one life after another was trampled with iron hoofs, and the spear in his hand carried the accelerating kinetic energy, lifting the bodies of the black-armored soldiers high...
PS: I took the computer exam again today and just finished writing it. I have another update to post later in the evening.
