Chapter 130: The Empire Comes to an End! The Qin-Chu Decisive Battle
Although Wang Jian was confused, his intuition told him that the decisive battle between Qin and Chu was coming!
Although I don’t know why the war suddenly started inexplicably, because based on my prediction, it seems that the Chu army can still hold on for about half a year.
"It's probably Qin Feng's fault! It must be him!"
Although Wang Jian felt helpless, he still quickly gave the order, and a total of 400,000 troops from the left, center, and right slowly pressed forward.
The rear army is personally commanded by veteran general Yang Duanhe and is ready to support you at any time!
On the north bank of the Huaihe River, fire lit up the sky! The shouts of killing shook the sky!
Jing Ju suddenly attacked and led an army of 60,000 to counterattack, but Xiang Yan's central army did not react at all!
The first to suffer was Peng Shang, a big grudge. His army of 20,000 was immediately surrounded.
Jing Ju roared angrily, his eyes were blood red, standing on the bronze chariot, holding a halberd in his hand, slashing left and right, like a god of war!
The two armies were in close combat and were caught off guard. The Peng clan soldiers were almost killed!
Seeing that Jing Ju was covered in blood and was about to rush in front of him, Peng Shang wanted to cry but had no tears.
He reluctantly opened a stream of arrows and roared angrily:
"Jingju! Are you crazy for riding on a horse?"
Jing Ju looked up to the sky and laughed, tears streaming down his face:
"Yes! Yes! I'm crazy!
I want the Xiang family and the King of Chu to pay for their debt with blood! If they kill my whole family, I will kill their whole family!"
When Peng Shang heard this, he burst into tears and shouted aggrievedly:
"Then you ride on horseback to find them! Why are you beating me?"
"Your 20,000-strong army is lying in front of the Chinese army. If I don't hit you, who will I hit?"
"???Then... let me go then?"
"Get out of here!"
Peng Shang thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and kowtowed to Jing Ju while lying on the chariot.
There is no shame in life-saving work!
Now Jing Ju is a mad dog, whoever he touches will be unlucky!
If the etiquette can be more thoughtful, then be more thoughtful!
Seeing Peng Shang quickly running toward the west side of the Huai River with more than 10,000 defeated soldiers, Jing Ju did not stop him.
This will help Peng Shang's defeated army attack the Chu army's left wing camp, making them even more confused!
Jing Ju looked back and thought silently:
"Qin Feng, Qin Feng! Don't betray me!"
Nowadays, Jing Ju has lost all hope and only has the fire of revenge burning in his heart!
His wife and children are dead as well. In the eyes of the nobles, these are not worth anything.
But my happiness stick is gone too! This is equivalent to being dead! I will never be happy again!
If that's the case, then what's the point of living?
After all, not everyone enjoys it and is content with it like Zhao Gao...
Even if the Qin army wanted to reap the benefits and did not rush over, he would not stop!
Now he just wants to behead Xiang Yan himself! Cut the corpse into thousands of pieces himself!
"Follow me and kill you! When it is done, I will repay you as a warrior of the country!"
Jingju roared angrily, his chariots rumbled, and he led the army into the Chu army's central camp!
Xiang Yan had been awakened a long time ago and stood on the command platform with a heavy face, looking at everything in front of her coldly.
Although Peng Shang ran away, he resisted for only half an hour and still gave Xiang Yan space to deploy his troops.
Negi Chu appeared behind Xiang Yan with a gloomy expression and said in a deep voice:
"General, Da Chu... Is there still hope for Da Chu?"
Xiang Yan took a long breath, looked at Fu Chu, and said firmly:
"Your Majesty, if you are alive, there is hope!"
He shook his head heavily and gritted his teeth and said:
"No! I want to be with the soldiers of Da Chu! I want to stick to this place!"
Xiang Yan saw that Jing Ju was already fighting with Zhong Limei's army, while in the distance the Qin army's front camp was pouring out.
Although he was intercepted by Zhaoying's troops from the right-wing camp, who was Zhang Han's opponent as Zhaoying was a drunkard?
After just a moment, he couldn't hold it any longer.
The Dachu camp was in pieces, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses were scattered everywhere.
Xiang Yan's heart skipped a beat and he shouted:
"Xiang Liang! Lead three thousand cavalry to protect the king across the Huaihe River! Retreat to a safe rear!"
"I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving! General Xiang! I'm with you!"
"Your Majesty, I'm offended!"
Xiang Liang gritted his teeth and asked someone to set up the cud, and then quickly left.
Xiang Yan looked at the night that was so dense that it couldn't be dissolved, and sighed:
"When a country is about to perish, loyal ministers must die for the country to awaken the common people!
Da Chu, let’s start with Xiang Yan!”
In front of the gate of the Chinese army's camp, Zhongli Mei was leaning on one side and one on the other. He had just opened his bow and shot an arrow over someone when he was touched to one side.
He quickly raised his hand and threw away the bow and arrow, raised his spear and just stabbed a Jing soldier, when Jing Ju was already approaching!
Seeing Jing Ju covered in blood and looking like a fierce ghost, Zhong Lizhen felt weak in his heart.
It's not that I'm afraid, but I feel that it's not worth it.
We were all from Chu, and we had fought side by side against the Qin Dynasty some time ago, so why were their swords facing each other in the blink of an eye?
And when he hit Qin Feng, he was so submissive, and he punched hard when he hit his own people?
Zhongli Mei didn't know about the bad blood among the nobles, nor did he want to know about it.
He raised his spear, deflected Jing Ju's knife, and couldn't help shouting:
"Jingju! Why is this happening! Don't forget! You are also from Chu!"
Jing Ju screamed like a cuckoo crying:
"I am also from Chu? You also know that I am also from Chu!
Then why did the Xiang family join forces to kill my wife and destroy my clan!
Why should I, Jingju, have no descendants and no descendants? Why should I, Jingju, disappear from the face of the earth?
Say it! Say it!”
Zhongli Mei was speechless for a moment.
He was thinking, if he were in Jing Ju's shoes, what would he choose?
It seems... there is no choice.
The Jing clan members who followed Jing Ju also went crazy and attacked the Chinese army camp frantically, almost tearing open their mouths.
As retainers of the Jing family, they will naturally be implicated!
If Jingju is destroyed and they return to the Chu Kingdom, they will definitely be divided among other nobles, and may even become slaves together with their families!
If that's the case, it's better to give it a try and strive for wealth!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Jing Ju looked like a madman, and his swords were as fierce as swords. He actually suppressed Zhongli Mei in a short time!
The morale of Jing's soldiers is greatly boosted!
"Hold! Hold the camp!"
Zhongli Mei gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on, because he believed that General Xiang Yan would definitely make a decision!
Sure enough, just a moment later, the flag was waving on the watchtower.
I saw General Xiang Yan standing on the high platform in person, with a frosty face and wearing a fiery red armor, like a beating flame, just like the blood and hope among the soldiers of Chu!
After the Chinese army's 130,000 Xiang clan troops were under command, they no longer panicked like headless flies, but quickly restored their combat effectiveness!
The pressure on Jing Ju's side suddenly doubled, and the left and right wings of the army were gradually surrounded and pressed.
After finally rushing within twenty steps of the Chinese army camp, he was beaten back abruptly!
Jing Ju is covered in three wounds. He no longer only has the blood of his enemies, but also his own.
But Jing Ju did not retreat. Instead, he shouted for a fierce battle and continued to lead the army to charge crazily against the Xiang clan soldiers!
Zhong Lizhen knew very well that the Qin army would never sit idly by and watch!
If something like this happened to the Chu army's camp, they would definitely take advantage of the chaos to get involved!
The only hope now is to quickly annihilate Jingju, so that we can stabilize the battle and face the Qin army!
"Kill! Kill Jingju! Reward him with a thousand gold coins and make him a marquis of ten thousand households!"
Just as Zhongli looked for an opening, he took out a three-stone hard bow, drew it as round as the full moon, and aimed at Jingju.
Suddenly, a frightening roar came from outside the camp!
"wind!"
"Gale!"
"Gale!"
Jing Ju immediately turned his chariot and led his soldiers to retreat like the tide.
Zhongli Mei's pupils shrank, he rolled under the bronze carriage and shouted:
"Hidden! Hidden!"
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Others did not react as quickly as he did.
Suddenly, a shrill sound pierced the air.
The Qin army's hard crossbows covered the sky and blocked out the sun! Like raindrops, they poured down on the Chu army!
(ps: I was not feeling well at first, but now I am so angry that I feel uncomfortable all over. Today I suddenly received a notification from the editor, saying that I had plagiarized, been reported, and the book was to be sealed. I must have preferred death over others. After repeated inspections, it was found that it was someone who
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