"Your father was really good to you, and he left behind a lot of backup plans!" Jin Yao suddenly thought that Queen Mother Zhao's behavior was not a backup plan left by Zi Chu.
Thinking about it carefully, the more I think about it, the more likely it is. I just don't know whether the Queen Mother Zhao escaped on her own or was coerced.
But this has not happened yet, at least the current Empress Dowager Zhao must be dedicated to winning the government.
"If you can't understand your mother, no one in the world can understand her!" Jin Yao sighed.
Ying Zheng nodded, and suddenly wanted to go back to Xianyang. His mother must know that he ran away from home, and she would probably be very sad!
"Come and take a good look at it. The most important thing in the country is military service and sacrifice. As the king of Qin, you should also know the cruelty of war!" Jin Yao said.
"Shall I go with you, sir?" Ying Zheng looked at Jin Yao happily.
Jin Yao shook his head, "The observation group is at the rear, and as a vanguard general, I have to charge into the battle. You are not suitable to follow me."
"Okay!" Ying Zheng was a little confused, but the observation group's activities were all idle, and he couldn't mess around, especially if his identity was known, that would be the real danger.
"Protect Mr. Shang well. Not many people here know him, but there are not few!" Jin Yao looked at Gai Nie and said.
"Yeah!" Ganie nodded.
"Let's go!" Jin Yao turned around and rode towards the vanguard camp.
By the time Jin Yao arrived at the Pioneer Camp, military orders from the Chinese Army had been sent, allowing them to attack the remaining besieged Xiongnu army at dawn tomorrow.
"Dongdongdong~" The rapid sound of war drums sounded, and all the soldiers' blood boiled with enthusiasm. They quietly held the weapons in their hands, waiting for their general to issue orders.
In front of the vanguard camp, Jin Yao was riding on a dark war horse. When he pulled the reins, the majestic black horse neighed. The head and hooves of the horse were covered with silver-white metal, carrying Jin Yao like an arrow from a string.
out.
The dead soldiers of the vanguard battalion behind them also followed closely behind, the sound of iron hoofs could be heard continuously, and everyone's blood was boiling.
A quarter of an hour later, as they charged forward, Jin Yao saw the shadows of Hun soldiers in the distance ahead.
These Xiongnu soldiers were wearing leather jackets pulled from the body of the dead Paoze, holding scimitars and heavy shields, but they never saw a single cavalryman.
Jin Yao could also understand that after being besieged for a whole winter, with no reserves or supplies, they could only snatch the fur coats of their comrades around them and kill horses to keep them warm from the cold.
Facing the charging cavalry of the Pioneer Battalion, these surviving Huns soldiers raised their heavy shields to form a shield wall. On top of the shields, there were also pointed cone-shaped spears and spears, which were specialized for both offense and defense.
Designed to deal with cavalry.
Jin Yao has known this for a long time. The barbarians are famous for their cavalry, but it does not mean that they do not have infantry. Similarly, in the entire world, the number of cavalry cannot exceed that of infantry, even among the prairie barbarians.
"kill!"
When he was a few feet away from the shield wall, Jin Yao clamped his legs on the horse's belly, jumped up from the horse, and struck the thick shield wall with the Mo Dao mixed with Cheng Ying in his hand.
"Peng~"
Cheng Ying and Mo Dao crossed the shield wall with invisible sword energy. Wherever the sword energy passed, the heavy shield shattered, and even the soldiers hiding behind the large shield were scratched silently by Cheng Ying.
He died before he could react, and he always maintained an offensive posture before his death.
"Be careful, a lone wolf is more terrifying than a pack of wolves!" Jin Yao returned to the charging horse and charged directly through the broken shield wall.
The cavalry behind them also followed the gap torn by Jin Yao and filed in, tearing the gap even wider, making the Huns' first line of defense completely unable to stop their attack.
"Kill him!"
Just as Jin Yao stepped over the shield wall, a series of loud shouts came from the surrounding horses. The Xiongnu commanders all knew that if they could not stop the galloping cavalry, endless slaughter would be waiting for them.
All of a sudden, countless arrows and weapons came towards Jin Yao and killed him with a slap on his face.
But Jin Yao didn't even bother to dodge, and just shouldered the siege of soldiers around him.
To kill, he shot out a golden dragon with one palm, violently knocking away the soldiers in front, and then rode Juechen through them.
Looking at the arrows hanging all over Jin Yao's body and the halberd that was cut off by him but still hanging on his body, the Xiongnu commanders were frightened. This was an unkillable ghost.
"kill!"
Jin Yao didn't care, he opened and closed the Mo Dao in his hand, ruthlessly cutting off heads one after another, as if he was a Blood Shura bathing in the rain of blood and walking over the corpses.
The Hun soldiers who were three feet away from Jin Yao had no time to resist and saw the sky, white clouds, their own feet and the earth.
For a moment, Jin Yao seemed to be in a deserted land, and no one of the surrounding Huns soldiers dared to step forward to stop them. Even if there were commanders and supervisors behind them, they could not overcome the fear in their hearts and step forward to stop them.
"Don't let anyone go!"
Jin Yao continued to give orders, and led the Mohist disciples like death seducers through the Huns army. Wherever they went, there was blood and blood, and there was no one left alive.
The Hun nobles commanding at the rear of the Huns all looked at the black and white shadows. They were frightened. Even though the enemy was still hundreds of feet away from them, and even though there were loyal soldiers in front of them, they still could not give them a trace.
The comfort of safety.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat quickly!"
The front army of the Xiongnu was completely frightened, and was defeated just as they were caught off guard when the war first started.
The only difference was that this time they were prepared, but the outcome was still the same, the same defeat.
Those black and white shirts are the evil spirits on the grassland, ruthlessly harvesting their lives, but they can't kill each other at all.
"kill!"
Without giving any further orders, all the vanguard soldiers charged forward without fear of death, fighting for their lives, waving their swords and swords, slashing and killing all the enemies in front of them.
Until, in the end, the sky was dyed red, until all that was left in front of them was the bleeding setting sun.
Surrounded by endless Zhao soldiers, they were also timid and did not dare to approach this group of red-eyed vanguard soldiers.
This was a bloody killing, a brutal killing in the vanguard camp.
After all, the Huns soldiers who survived were also the most elite among them. If the vanguard battalion wanted to defeat them and kill them, the price paid would be equally heavy.
However, even such a lone wolf-like Hun survivor still felt fear when he met these messengers of death. He knelt on the ground tremblingly, put down his weapon, covered his head with dust, and chose
Dust clothes.
Unfortunately, the hatred between the Central Plains and the barbarians will not end with the surrender of one party. Li Mu and Jin Yao's orders are to annihilate them all and build a bloody Great Wall with the barbarian heads and bones to make the barbarians fear them forever.
Therefore, no one will stop and ruthlessly harvest those Hun soldiers who have laid down their weapons.