"The Qin army has no hope of victory." This is what Li Mu said to Zhao Kuo.

When saying this, the Grand Governor of Zhao also had unparalleled confidence on his face.

Although the tone and expression of the speech are very similar, there is no doubt that given the past achievements of the two main players, what Li Mu said looks more reliable.

Three days passed without any turbulence.

During these three days, the Zhao army indeed abides by the agreement in the letter of war and does not launch further attacks on the Qin army. The Qin army also took advantage of the rare three-day respite since the war started, and it was considered to have recovered a certain amount of combat effectiveness.

After a lot of preparations, the day of the decisive battle finally arrived.

Just as the sky was bright in the morning, the soldiers of the two armies got up one after another. After breakfast, one after another began to drive out of the two camps and gathered into one square formation in front of their respective camps.

Wang Jian stood on a chariot today, and his whole body seemed to be particularly promoted. His pair of tiger eyes were like lightning, and he looked a bit like he was not angry and mighty.

Beside Wang Jian were dozens of Qin generals. At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on Wang Jian, waiting for Wang Jian to issue orders.

Wang Jian did not speak first, but looked around the Qin generals in front of him.

Wang Jian saw many different expressions from the faces of these Qin generals.

Some are eager to try, some seem calm but are frightened, some are tragic, while others are expressionless.

Wang Jian spoke slowly: "My generals, I know that many of you and others do not have too optimistic about this battle. But I hope you remember that war is never determined by the number of people. Which side can win depends on whether the confidence of the soldiers on this side is firm and whether they can unite! "

"Now the Zhao army has come to an unrighteous army, trying to destroy our Great Qin and enslave all the people of our Great Qin. Tell me, do you agree to such a thing?"

After a brief silence for a few breaths, a roar broke out: "Don't agree!"

Everyone is a soldier, so don’t worry about being afraid. This roar is all for the sake of face.

Wang Jian nodded with satisfaction and said in a deep voice: "Remember my words, today we are not fighting for our future and military merits, we are fighting for our own people, for the Qin Dynasty, and for all the old Qin people! Now, tell me loudly, what will the result of our battle be?"

A louder roar followed: "Wansheng!Wansheng!Wansheng!"

The roar continued to spread like a wave, and many Qin soldiers raised their weapons and roared loudly: "Wansheng! Wansheng!"

Wang Jian smiled for the first time.

After a while, the roar slowly stopped, and Wang Jian officially began to assign tasks.

"General Wei Liao, this time you are responsible for leading a 20,000 troops to stop the Zhao army from Yuanli City, and do not let the Zhao army and the main force of the Zhao army form a pincer attack on our army. The enemy is twice as many as yours, but I can no longer give you more troops. Can you stop the enemy?"

Wei Liao took a deep breath, and his whole face turned slightly red due to excitement and excitement: "Please rest assured, General, I will definitely stop Zhao's army to death and prevent Zhao's army from moving forward!"

Wang Jian nodded and continued to issue orders.

"General Wang Fen, you are responsible for leading 40,000 left-wing troops to fight the right wing of the Zhao army. General Zhao Tuo, your mission is to lead 40,000 right-wing troops to fight the left wing of the Zhao army. Whether it is the left wing or the right wing, the two of you have the same tasks, that is, you must withstand the attack of the Zhao army, no matter what the price is paid! Okay, if you know everything, then let's disperse each other."

Many Qin generals responded, and after saluting Wang Jian, they turned their horses toward their respective positions.

The generals in front of Wang Jian suddenly lost half of them, and the remaining generals belonged to the central army commanded by Wang Jian himself.

Wang Jian let out a long sigh, then said in a deep voice: "Beat the drum and march!"

"Transport, connect, connect!"

The sound of drums like thunder resounded throughout the sky. The huge Qin-character flag behind Wang Jian kept waving in the wind, and countless flags danced at the same time. The Qin army's central army began to battalion step by step, approaching towards the Zhao army position in front of him.

I don’t know who was leading the way, but a majestic singing suddenly sounded from the Qin army’s formation.

"Why do you say you have no clothes? You are in the same comrade with your son. The king set up his army and repaired my spear. He is in the same vengeance with your son!

Is it true that I have no clothes? I am in the same womb as my son. The king raised his troops and repaired my spear and halberd. I worked with me!

Isn’t you saying that you don’t have clothes? I have the same clothes as you. The king of you builds your army and builds your armor and soldiers. Let me go with you!"

The first time it was only a chorus of hundreds or thousands of people, but it spread quickly in the second time. By the third time, even the commander of the Qin army, Wang Jian, began to sing loudly.

The voices of the Qin soldiers gathered into a huge sound wave that resounded through the sky, covering up all the other sounds on the huge battlefield, leaving only this majestic and grand singing voice in the world!

Several miles away, the Zhao army's central army was the main formation.

The Zhao army commander Li Mu rode a white war horse with an extremely majestic horse and stood quietly on a small hill. This is an excellent observation point and can observe every corner of the battlefield from a high place.

Looking at Qin Jun's movements, Li Mu's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a smile.

"Wang Jian actually chose to take the initiative? It seems that he was really forced to do something urgent and wanted to take the strategy of seeking life in death. But, how could this marching battle formation be able to win by singing a few lyrics? Pass the order and beat the drums, and the whole army attack! Then order General Zhao Kuo to lead 4,000 armored cavalry to dispatch from the right wing, and be sure to defeat the enemy's left wing as fast as possible, and then sweep the enemy's central army!"

The rumbling drum sound also came from the Zhao army's positions. Countless red flags were waving in the wind. The Zhao army soldiers roared like a black tide and charged towards the Qin army rushing in front of them.

"Takes!!!" The coaches on both sides issued the same order almost at the same time.

Hundreds of trenchers began to launch, heavy rocks flew through the sky and then landed in the Zhao army's charge.

Because the formation of the Zhao army was too dense, any trencher would hit and crush several Zhao soldiers one after another, creating some small gaps in the Zhao army's charge.

What Zhao Jun threw was not a huge rock, but a catapult version of the thunder and turret bombs that were newly improved and developed by Zhao State.

After many battlefield practices, Zhao Jun’s gunpowder workshop can produce three different versions of thunder, which can deal with three different ranges: ultra-long-range, long-range and medium-range. Each range can ensure that the sulphur bomb is about to land or just land, with an error of no more than one breath.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the sky-shaking thunder landed one after another, the continuous explosions also sounded in the Qin army's positions.

Many Qin soldiers didn't even have time to make any defense, and were directly blown to pieces by the thunder falling from the sky. The broken limbs and arms flew around with countless flesh and blood. The screams were connected by the smoke. At first glance, it sounded like a cry from the evil ghost in hell. Even among the thousands of troops in broad daylight, the people who heard this sound still felt numb.

The sulphur bomb exploded in the Qin army's positions. The sulphur oil in these sulphur bombs was extremely adhesion. After being attached to the human body, it could directly ignite the leather armor of the Qin army soldiers in just a few breaths. Therefore, many people running around and jumping all over the Qin army's positions suddenly appeared in the Qin army's positions, creating a lot of chaos.

Wang Jian looked at this scene quietly, feeling his heart was cut, and his hands were clenched into fists at some point: "This damn thunder, this damn sulli-burning oil bomb!!!"

What made Wang Jian extremely depressed was that although the Zhao army had used the thunder of the sky on a large scale on the battlefield for so long, and although the Qin army had also found some physical objects of the thunder of the sky, the Qin army craftsmen's imitation progress was too slow!

Due to Qin Mo's secret departure, there was a fatal gap in the high-end craftsmen of Qin. Due to the lack of relevant knowledge, the craftsmen who first imitated the thunder recipe were all killed in an accident, which led to the fact that the Qin army is still in a exploratory stage. Although there are some finished products, it will take some time to imitate a large-scale imitation.

And what Qin and Wang Jian lack the most now is time!

The distance between the forwards of both sides was still getting closer, and soon entered the shooting range of the crossbowmen.

"Everything is there, cum!"

Accompanied by the officers' roars, dense crossbow arrows shot out, instantly harvesting the other party like harvesting wheat.

Following closely behind are several consecutive rounds of bow and arrow shooting.

After all the long-range force had already appeared, the forward waves of both sides finally collided heavily.

Countless bloody waves instantly bloomed at the forefront of the battlefield.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories!"

Accompanied by the deafening roar, the soldiers on the front line of both sides fell in rows.

Behind them were countless robes. They held up the swords, guns, axes and halberds in their hands, their eyes wide open and their expressions were as ferocious as beasts. The blue veins on their necks stood upright, waiting nervously and excitedly, moving forward.

When they were finally pushed to the front by the crowd, they would finally let out an unparalleled roar when they finally waited for this moment, and then waved the weapons on their heads and slashed/slashed/slashed/slashed/slashed them hard at the other party's head and vitals.
Chapter completed!