Over the past few days, Zhao Jun has been following the same old tactics, and Qin Jun has become accustomed to fighting. Facing Zhao Jun's machine birds, the large number of crossbows installed in the camp can only be fired sporadically. Because they have fired arrows all over the sky many times.
, but in the morning I saw only a few enemies, so it was not worth it.
The hoofs of the light cavalry were clanking in the dark night. The Qin army keenly turned the crossbow machine to the corresponding position, and persuaded the enemy to retreat after a few rounds of shooting.
"Is there something wrong with Mr. Zhao's brain? This kind of childish night attack is of no use at all."
"Yes, when our continuous crossbow mechanism is completed, we will directly go to defeat Zhao Jun's camp!"
"Shut up. This is something the general needs to consider. Don't talk nonsense to me."
"I don't dare to say anything about the general's decision. I just hope that we can defeat the Zhao army as soon as possible."
The Qin army on duty beat Zhao Jun's small force with ease and familiarity. This situation was also common.
However, tonight is destined to be an earth-shaking night. This habit has brought them disaster.
At Chou hour, when the night is deepest and people are the least crowded, the earth trembles from far to near, and the roaring sound in the air sweeps the Qin army's ears.
"It's the Zhao army! The Zhao army is attacking the camp!"
The camp was boiling with excitement, clappers were ringing everywhere in the camp, and a large number of sleeping people quickly picked up weapons and prepared to fight.
"Bang~pound~" Countless earthen pots shattered crisply, followed by rockets flying in the air, and fire rose up, burning the high fortifications and towers of the camp...
"Roar~" The white tiger of the agency jumped up, its huge body tore open the camp's defense, and the lives of ordinary Qin soldiers were ruthlessly shattered like tissue paper.
Pang Nuan couldn't believe that the camp's first wave of defenses had been broken down so easily. He roared in the forest, "Kill! Break through the camp and capture Wang Jian alive!"
"Capture Wang Jian alive~"
"kill!"
In the main camp, Wang Jian faced his subordinates who came to report in a panic, but he calmly studied the defense plan of his camp, "Give me the order to abandon the front stronghold, and fight him in the camp, and let Zhao Jun's company
The crossbow has no advantage."
"promise."
"Pang Nuan, come on, this is your burial place."
The Qin army was in a hurry but the Zhao army broke through the defense line of the camp. The Zhao army's attacks had clear objectives and coordinated with each other in the dark. They clearly had the ability to command in the dark.
"Boom~pa~" With the sound of an arrow, the iron cavalry charged in the direction directed by the signal; a special sound of the signal corresponded to a large force of the Zhao army. It was with this skill that Pang Nuan relied on to keep the army in this dark place.
The night was still well planned.
In order to prevent Pang Nuan from seeing the flaw in Wang Jian's final victory, the Qin army did not know the plan. He really believed that the war situation was on the verge of collapse, so he launched a desperate counterattack with Zhao Jun in the camp.
The formation gradually lost its effect in the chaotic fighting, the sword blades curled up, and the spears and halberds broke. Whether they were Zhao people or Qin people, the blazing corpses returned to the embrace of the earth here.
Countless hours passed, Pang Nuan held his sword and sighed, "Qin people are really scary..."
The fluttering flag stood proudly in the wind. He cut off the flagpole with a sword, and the "Qin" with black characters on the red background collapsed.
"But, we won this battle! Great Zhao Wannian~"
"Da Zhao Wannian ~ Da Zhao Wannian ~"
Surviving a desperate situation, he forced himself into Wang Jian's camp and obtained life-extending supplies. The morale of the whole army was greatly boosted. There was hope for Zhao State!
Just as Pang Nuan was looking at these exhausted but high-spirited elites from all battles, and imagining the next step of returning to rescue Handan, countless black spots appeared in the sky.
"what is that?!"
"It seems like - it's a crossbow arrow!"
The densely packed crossbow arrows in Pang Nuan's pupils became more and more clear. For some reason, a cold breath rolled up from the soles of his feet, making him lose the ability to move. "How is it possible? Where did this crossbow arrow come from? How did it hide it?" Through air scouts?"
The crossbow bolts all over the sky fell to the ground, and "Boom~" the whole camp exploded. What are flowers everywhere, what are pieces of meat everywhere, what are minced meat residues...
The cold name of the Hundred Wars God's Crossbow will become a nightmare for countless people from this moment on, including even the Qin people themselves.
The Zhao army fought fiercely with the Qin army and made huge sacrifices to finally capture the camp. However, they were defeated by the ruthless bombing and their bodies were literally wiped out.
"put!"
"put!"
"put!"
The Hundred Wars Divine Machine Crossbow was still firing, and the order that Ying Jue received was to completely annihilate the Zhao army. Only when the Divine Machine Crossbow reached its endurance limit did the brutal massacre stop.
The Qin army that originally fled was gathered by Wang Jian and returned to the camp.
"Ugh~"
"Ugh~"
Even the elites on the battlefield were used to seeing corpses slaughtered. When these Qin people saw the scene on this land, the sound of vomiting suddenly appeared one after another.
"..." Wang Jian's Adam's apple rolled, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and glanced at the land, "Send reports to King Xianyang, Yang Duanhe, and Wang Ben respectively that the main army of Zhao has been destroyed, and the general Pang Nuan died in the battle, and the prisoners... …none."
"No~"
Are there any living Zhao people here? Maybe there are. The Qin people are cleaning the battlefield. Occasionally, there are a few lucky ones who still retain their breath. Unfortunately, they all have missing limbs and are worse off than dead. The Qin people have complicated feelings. Give them a refreshment.
In such a battle, the Qin people, with less than 50,000 casualties of their own, completely destroyed the Zhao State's main army of more than 150,000 people. This was a glorious achievement worthy of being written down, but no one who witnessed it witnessed it. For the rest of his life, he would brag about his heroic deeds in this battle.
After being watered by the bloody hell of war, the seeds of peace will one day bloom into gorgeous flowers.
Ying Jue happily led the Forbidden Army and transported the Hundred Wars God's Crossbow back to the camp, but when he saw his "contribution" in this battle with his own eyes, he fell silent.
With this military exploit, he, who was born in a public servant, will only rise to the top, but he can't feel any pleasure, only trembling with fear.
"This is the most important weapon of the country, the God of War Crossbow... Are you kidding me..."
"Hohohoho~ I'm a magical crossbow! Hahaha, the best killing weapon in the world, no one can surpass it!"
This is public loss of revenge! He actually——
Ying Jue turned around and saw Gong Shuqiu stroking the Hundred Wars God's Crossbow with an intoxicated and satisfied look on his face, which made him feel disgusted and sick.
"Mr. Gongshu, you...hey~" He wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it. In other words, he didn't know what he wanted to say. He just had a feeling of frustration in his heart and didn't know how to vent it.
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If Lu Yan were here, he might understand Ying Jue's current mood, and even Lu Yan would be happy about the dull reaction to the Qin army's victory.
After hundreds of years of war under the rule of the Zhou Dynasty, people have long been disgusted with the war. Even the people of Qin who expected to gain promotion through the military merit system, deep down in their hearts also had a dislike of war and a yearning for peace.