Master Ban's expression was indescribable. He glanced at the Qin soldiers in the Waning Moon Valley. Even though they were killed by Gai Nie, no one dared to turn around and run away under the majesty of Qin Lu.
The discipline of the Qin soldiers can be seen. They are not the most powerful army in the world. At their peak, Wei soldiers could defeat four enemies one at a time, and they defeated the Qin army many times.
But Qin's discipline and the speed at which Qin cultivated soldiers were unparalleled in the world. The entire country was mobilized and became the most terrifying war machine.
The most elite Wei soldiers were exhausted in battle after battle, and then they completely declined.
Cut off a head and the title will be promoted by one level. This duke system makes the entire Qin State like a war machine. In twenty years, from the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, a Guizhou leader grew into the highest-ranking Chehou in the Qin State.
As Lord Wu'an, you can see the system of Qin.
To confront such a country head-on, kill three hundred Qin troops, and leave one's name provocatively, it really takes extraordinary courage to do such a thing.
Although the remaining aristocratic families in the Six Kingdoms were dissatisfied with Qin Shihuang's rule, no one had ever dared to openly and openly carry out rebellion.
While Zulong was still alive, they didn't have the courage. That man was a truly god-like figure on this land. People from the Six Nations hated him, but they were also afraid of him and didn't dare to look directly at his light.
Master Ban hesitantly looked at the Mohist giant, but the handsome middle-aged man had already drawn his sword and rushed towards the Qin army without saying a word.
The icy sword blade flashed with cold light. The Qin Bing in front of him clutched his throat and fell to the ground. His eyes dimmed little by little. His body was like a broken leather bag, and dark red blood flowed out little by little, soaking the earth.
The battles have been like this for thousands of years, cold and cruel, and there is never a so-called victory.
Master Ban gritted his teeth, and the mechanical arm of his left hand spit out crossbow arrows. His right hand picked up a discarded gun from the Qin soldiers on the battlefield, knocked one of the arrows away, and pounced on the Qin soldiers who were like wolves and tigers.
The entire battlefield was silent, except for the sound of weapons clashing, and only the occasional scream.
The light of Gai Nie's sword became lighter and lighter, no longer as fierce as it was at the beginning, but with every sword passed, a Qin soldier fell. The teenage boy next to him was ignorant, but not uneasy.
His nerves seemed to be naturally strong, and he seemed to be filled with endless courage under strong encouragement.
"...Their numbers far outnumber us, but they are afraid and they are uneasy..."
"Are they afraid of your sword, uncle?"
Tian Ming asked confusedly.
Ge Nie shook his head and casually stabbed to death a Qin soldier who was approaching him.
"No, they are afraid of the consequences of blocking my way. They are weak. You should never become weak like them."
"Well, I will become a strong man, a strong man like uncle."
"Chi!"
Swordsmen have no eyes, and as soon as the arrow pierced Ganie's chest, his movements paused, and the Qin soldiers around him immediately rushed forward crazily, killing the person in front of them. They could all be promoted to higher ranks, and be promoted to three or more levels in a row.
.
And if the person in front of him is allowed to escape, not only will his title be deprived, but his family may also face cruel punishments. This is Qin's continuous sitting method, and there is no way to avoid it.
"kill!"
The bodies of the Qin soldiers who were closest to Ge Nie were secreting adrenaline crazily, which made the fear in their hearts disappear. Their comrades died one after another around them, which made them extremely angry. The military judge's roar could be heard behind them, making them extremely angry.
But no one retreated.
puff!
Gai Nie's sword light was still so fast, and the soldiers closest to him fell to his side one after another. This man's face was always so cold, as if he was slaughtering a herd of livestock.
His right hand holding the sword did not tremble at all, and his left hand broke off the fluttering arrow feathers on his chest, leaving only an arrow in his body, so that his swing of the sword would not be greatly affected.
"quack……"
Scavenging crows were already circling in the sky. They felt the strong breath of death and sang death songs above the heads of a group of people.
The bloody setting sun disappeared little by little, and the entire battlefield gradually became quiet. All three hundred soldiers of the Qin army died here.
Gai Nie held Tian Ming's hand, and the blood on Yuan Hong dripped drop by drop. He seemed not to notice it, staring at the two figures in front of him with indifferent eyes, just like he had looked at the three hundred Qin soldiers before.
The eyes are the same.
"What are your names and origins?"
"The Mohist giant!"
Gai Nie's pupils shrank, and the right hand holding the sword couldn't help but tighten. The wound on his chest became more and more painful. The scattered wounds on his limbs also made Yuan Hong, who was originally wielding it like an arm, become heavier.
"Why take action?"
"Not for you!"
"Not for me!"
"Yes!"
The dialogue is as brief as the swords in their hands.
"At dawn, let's go!"
"oh!"
Gai Nie's body stood upright, and blood flowed from the wound on his chest. It flowed down his sword-holding arm bit by bit to Yuan Hong, and then slowly dripped to the ground, just like when he killed someone before.
Tang Xuanming watched quietly as the two figures, one large and one small, slowly went away. The sun in the west completely set, and the last trace of light disappeared. The two figures, one large and one small, disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.
"We will meet again."
Tang Xuanming lowered his head and whispered softly.
The Mohist giants and Master Ban were collecting blood from the battlefield and using sharp weapons to carve words on the rocks - The Mohists killed the Qin soldiers here.
quack!
The crows of crows were heard incessantly, and the group of beasts that were least afraid of humans had descended from the sky with red eyes. They didn't care that there were still living people on the battlefield and just started devouring food.
Tang Xuanming stared at the battlefield, and the whole land turned into blood.
Broken war swords, bronze swords stuck sideways on the ground, scattered and tattered armors, the Qin soldiers lying on the ground with their godless eyes looking at the sky...
The originally majestic and neat battle flag was leaning against the chariot, and the word Qin on it was stained with blood. The tallest Qin soldier fell beside the battle flag, with an arrow above his head, which took him away.
The life of this strongest Qin soldier.
But the Qin soldier holding the big banner still held on to the battle flag with his arm and stared in the direction of Tang Xuanming with wide eyes.
Tang Xuanming lowered his eyes and looked in front of him. He didn't know whether he was saying to the dead Qin soldiers or to himself: "This is what war is like!"
"boom!"
The war flag stuck sideways fell heavily to the ground, startling several crows. Master Ban cut it off with a look of hatred, put away the Qin-character flag on the flagpole, spat, and said