At this time, it was about the hour of Mao, and just dawn, the sound of rumbling iron cavalry came. The veteran Pang Nuan waved his hand, and the Zhao army behind him stopped, ready to fight against the enemy at any time. After a while, the cavalry arrived in front of Pang Nuan, and Mu Huaiyuan got off the horse and squatted halfway and said, "The vanguard commander Mu Huaiyuan, have seen Pang Shuai." Pang Nuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and Mu Huaiyuan also looked up at the veteran.

The veteran looks like he is in his sixties or seventies, with a strong body, and a clear edge on his face without anger. He is wearing a dark yellow armor, a dark red cloak swaying in the wind, riding on a thin horse, holding a weapon that looks like an axe, not an axe, not a knife, not a knife. The veteran is Pang Nuan, who is known for his bravery and good at fighting among the countries in the world. The veteran general has retired, but if it were not for the time of life and death, he would never have come out.

After listening to Mu Huaiyuan reporting the results of the war in the past few days, Pang Nuan touched his beard and nodded with satisfaction: "No, Wei Duwei, this battle was fought well, and it rubbed the Qin army's spirit. Unexpectedly, Wang Jian's old fox suffered such a big loss in your hands, and even Wang Man was taken down by you. It's so terrifying to be young!"

Mu Huaiyuan smiled and said, "Pang Shuai was just talking, and the last general caught Wang Jian off guard. If he had reacted, he would probably not be able to return all the 20,000 vanguard cavalry." Hearing this, Pang Nuan sighed and said, "Now you and I have only had 70,000 troops in total, far less than Wang Jian's 200,000 troops. It's hard to fight in this battle! With Wang Jian's caution, he was trying to continue to attack, it's hard!"

When Mu Huaiyuan heard this, he hurriedly said, "The war behind will be ordered and dispatched by the old general." Pang Nuan nodded and said, "Okay, then Mu Duwei, next, use your guerrilla strategy to continuously consume Wang Jian. After spending three days for him, the Qin army's sharpness was completely filed."

Hearing this, Mu Huaiyuan nodded and then made a gesture, and soon the cavalry dispersed again. Pang Nuan said, "Continue to move forward." On the way, Pang Nuanping retreated from the general beside him and sighed at Mu Huaiyuan, "Person Mu Du, our situation is very bad now, and the food and grass are almost exhausted."

Although Mu Huaiyuan had known that there was not much food and grass for a long time, he did not expect that even a 200,000 army (with the 130,000 army under Lian Po) would not be enough for a month. The current situation was obviously at its most dangerous time, and Zhao State was in danger of destruction at any time.

"Report, Pang Shuai, General Mu, and the Baizhan Armor Piercing Army have joined Wang Jian." While Pang Nuan and Mu Huaiyuan were talking, a cavalry scout suddenly came to report. Hearing this, Pang Nuan and Mu Huaiyuan looked at each other and saw the worry in the other's eyes. Now the only advantage of the Zhao army and the Qin army is the powerful vanguard of the Qin army, and the arrival of the Baizhan Armor Piercing Army has smoothed the gap.

The Baizhan Armor Piercing Army is a trump cavalry regiment trained by the Wang family, and it is also a top-ranking cavalry regiment that can be arranged in the whole world. The armor-piercing Army soldiers were wearing silver-colored heavy knives and wearing excellent crossbows made using ancient mechanisms. They were a mobile force that cannot be underestimated. When he heard the Baizhan Armor Piercing Army arrived, Mu Huaiyuan couldn't help but sweat. If the Baizhan Armor Piercing Army arrived yesterday, his head would be hung high on the Qin army's flag today.

When Pang Nuan heard the name of the Hundred Battles Armor Piercing Army, he was also a little worried. Now the Zhao army is at a disadvantage in both cavalry and infantry. Coupled with yesterday's hatred for the camp and the pain of losing his son, I'm afraid Wang Jian will focus on attack in the next days.

In fact, it was almost the same as Wang Jian expected. At this time, a man in the Qin army camp with a serious face, wearing silver armor, wearing a steel mask and a black cloak, stood in front of Wang Jian: "Father, my son is late, so I will let my second brother be defeated by the thief alone." At this time, the two were standing in a tent, with a corpse without a head in the tent.

This corpse was the corpse of Wang Jian's second son Wang Man. As the most outstanding new generation general of the Qin Empire, Wang Man fell on this foreign land before he even made great contributions. This made Wang Jian very sad, angry and distressed. In front of his son, Wang Jian's usual majesty was wiped out, and his face was covered with curly expressions.

In order to protect himself and die at the hands of the enemy, Wang Jian looked at his son's body after the enemy evacuated. Wang Jian held back his grief and directed the Qin army to clean up the camp. He only burst into tears when there was no one at night. This night made Wang Jian look much older. His hair was originally black, but it was a little gray and white today.

What Wang Jian was most proud of in his life was not his great achievements, but his two enviable sons. The eldest son Wang Ben and the second son Wang Man, two of them were martial and literary. One was good at commanding troops, and the other was good at strategy. His son complemented each other's civil and military affairs, and was one of the few outstanding talents among the younger generation of the empire. Unfortunately, God was jealous of talents. Wang Man had not had time to exert his abilities and fell before Wang Jian's commanding camp.

Looking at the corpses of his tired father and brother, Wang Ben, behind the iron face, couldn't help but wet his eyes. He still couldn't believe that the younger brother, who was extremely attached to him, had just gone there. Now he still remembered the jokes his younger brother had to tell him before going to war: "Brother led the armor-piercing army of hundreds of battles to kill the enemy, so don't die on the battlefield."

Wang Ben glanced at him in anger and said, "Don't worry, your brother is very capable. But you kid never cared about martial arts practice, so be careful." Wang Man said proudly: "Ha, I'm following my father to give him advice! Who has the ability to break through to his father on the battlefield?"

Unexpectedly, the joke that day came true today. It was a blessing. Mu Huaiyuan, I will take your head and the spirit of Ah Brother in the sky on the battlefield! Wang Ben clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flushed red, and even his breathing became much thicker.

Wang Jian sighed, closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, just now, his old and tiredness disappeared. At this time, he became the commander of the Qin army with extraordinary demeanor and extremely calmness in front of him. The clay pot was finally broken from the well, and the general was inevitably killed in front of the formation! Wang Man's life was life, but the lives of other Qin army were not life?! For the great cause of the empire, these sacrifices were worth it, even if it was his own son. If he chose to send his son into the army, he would have realized that he would lose his son. If morale was affected by a little sadness, then his son's sacrifice would be wasted.
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