In front of Zhaoying Gorge is a flat land about ten miles long and about three miles wide. This rare flat land is sandwiched among the mountains. When it comes to Zhaoying Gorge, it suddenly shrinks inward, forming a canyon landform that is easy to defend and difficult to attack in Zhaoying Gorge.

The originally dense jungle has long been cut down. Standing on the wall of Zhaoying Gorge Fortress, you can almost see from one end to the other end.

When the first ray of sunlight shot out from the mountain in the east and the sun showed half of its face, the area was already a shocking war drum. The Chu army drove out from the jungle further away and began to line up. Since the war started, the Qin army, which had never left the city to fight, closed the door and walked out from the inside.

Today, the two sides are going to have a desperate battle here.

As An Ruhai said, Ma Chao and Bian Wushuang needed such a desperate duel to boost morale, so as to calm down the military morale, which was a little anxious due to internal turmoil, and to unanimously turn internal conflicts into external conflicts. This is a tried and true plan.

An Ruhai also needs this decisive battle to show the Qin people the fighting will and determination of the Chu people, so as to ensure that the results achieved in this battle can be consolidated in the years to come.

There were no surprise attacks, ambushes, or detours. All tactics had no effect at this moment. Both sides chose a dignified battle.

One side firmly believes that the mourning soldiers will win, but the other side is carrying the momentum of victory since the war begins. Both sides believe that they will win this battle.

The sound of war drums suddenly stopped, and the battlefield where tens of thousands of people gathered. At this moment before the war started, it became quiet inexplicably. In the sky, several soaring eagles swooped down, but when they reached dozens of feet high, they seemed to be greatly frightened. With a long sound, they flapped their wings and soared into the air again.

In the Qin army formation, the sound of war drums rose again, and dozens of generals with armored helmets and armor jumped out. Amid the roar of the war drums, they held up the swords in their hands, screamed and rushed towards the battle formation of the Chu army in the distance.

The old whistle was crying like rain, holding the spear in his hand tightly, and the blue veins were revealed. The leader of the Qin general who rushed to the battlefield was Yang Zhi.

Early this morning, several messengers with arrows in Zhaoying Gorge Fortress arrived at General Mountain to convey the orders of His Royal Highness the Prince. The remaining deputy general Zhong Zhen lucky enough to escape the disaster and became the commander of the army of General Mountain. He was ordered to lead the five thousand soldiers of General Mountain to fight, and they will be the vanguard of today's battle.

Yang Zhi is the highest-ranking person brought out by the old commander. Now, the old commander wants to witness him die with his own eyes.

He lifted the spear in his hand heavily and rushed to the ground. The old whistleman raised his long howl to the sky. Zhong Zhen turned around and looked at the old whistleman, his eyes were also a little red.

Five thousand soldiers raised their spears at the same time, and the tail of the gun hit the ground, making muffled sounds. Five thousand people shouted in unison, feeling sad and angry. Yang Zhi was the first wave, while they were the second wave. As pioneers, they did not think they had much chance of survival.

Zhong Zhen took a long breath, and Yang Zhi and others had already charged halfway. He raised the spear in his hand. The tip of the spear was shining with a heart-pounding white light under the sunlight.

"Strike!" he yelled.

The soldiers holding wooden shields rushed out first, and the five thousand vanguard soldiers rushed out shouting.

In the Chu army camp, Suqian looked at the dozens of lonely people attacking the Qin army, without any expression on his face. Since Yang Zhi's mutiny failed, this is his best end. Death in the battlefield is always much more glorious than a sword in the law. It seems that the Qin people are still humane.

If that's the case, let's help them.

He raised his hand and raised thousands of large bows in front of the Chu army.

The horse's hooves were crisp and the horse's neighed loudly, and Yang Zhi and others were getting closer and closer.

Suqian's hand fell down.

Thousands of feather arrows emerged from the strings, and the sky was dark, and the sun was blocked from the feather arrows, covering dozens of generals who were charging forward.

Yang Zhi waved the big sword in his hand, and the feather arrows that flew close together opened, cut off, and continued to run forward. From time to time, he heard the heavy sound of his body falling to the ground, but he did not turn around at all. Today is their last day in this world, it is just a difference between who will take the first step.

He hoped that before he died, he could at least allow his big sword to be stained with the blood of the Chu people.

With a sound of porridge, a feather arrow broke through his defense and landed heavily on his left chest. A muffled sound came from the chest plaque. Wherever the arrow was in the middle of the arrow, cracks were spreading, and blood was oozing out from the cracks. The pain made Yang Zhi's hand move slightly, and the light of the knife was slightly restrained. Then several feather arrows broke through his knife net, and his legs and arms were as if they were hit by a sledgehammer. The war horse under his crotch was neighing.

After the first round of arrow rain, only three people were left to charge forward. Yang Zhi roared and charged forward in a font with the remaining two. They were almost turning into hedgehogs, and their armor was covered with feather arrows. They were still charging, but their speed was nowhere to be as fast as before. The war horse under their crotch was shot countless arrows, and their huge bodies were stained with blood, and they were already staggering.

Suqian's hand was raised high again and fell heavily. The second round of feather arrows arrived as scheduled.

The war horse fell down and the comrades fell down. Yang Zhi was hit by several arrows again. With some difficulty, he stood up from the ground with his hand on his sword. The arrows on his head were still roaring, but the target was not him, but the five thousand Qin army vanguards following them, following them.

He wanted to take a step, but his legs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and could not take this step. He howled in despair, trying his best to raise the big knife in his hand, and used his last trace of strength to cut through the sky and stab the Chu army formation not far away.

The long sword broke through the air, and a Chu army captain jumped out, stretched out the spear and landed on the knife. With a loud noise, the spear was hooked at the place where the handle of the knife was connected, his wrist trembled slightly, and the big sword quickly rotated in the air. As the Chu army captain stretched its long arms, the spear shot backwards at a faster speed than before, and with a snatch, it inserted into Yang Zhi.

At the same time, Yang Zhi fell to the ground.

Behind him, his former subordinates were already roaring. No one saw the former leader lying at their feet. He stepped on one by one, stepped on the bodies of the fallen generals, and stepped on the corpses of horses lying horizontally on the ground. The Qin army vanguard shouted and rushed towards the opposite army formation.

Dust returns to dust, and soil returns to soil, and death means death. Wherever death is, wherever it dies, wherever it is buried. This is the creed of the Qin people.

"The shield hand is arranged in an array, the gunman breaks forward, the knife hand fills the position, and the archer continues to shoot." Suqian's roar of true energy resounded throughout the battlefield.

Shields of more than one person tall were erected, and long spears poked out from the gap reserved on the shield. After the knife was held in the hand and half kneeled on the shield, they would rush up to block the gap. Behind them, the archers desperately pulled the bowstrings and shot out feather arrows. There was no need to aim, and there was no time to aim. They could only shoot feather arrows mechanically.

When Qin and Chu fight, they have always been attacking the Qin army. Of course, there are exceptions, that is, the death camp led by Qin Feng, and the desperate heavy assault force, was a fierce killing beast on the battlefield.

The old whistle leader rushed in front, and he had a lot of combat experience. At this moment, rushing in front can protect himself more effectively, because the opponent's feather arrows, which are as dense as locusts, will only extend to shoot the second and third waves of attackers behind. No matter how experienced the old whistle leader is, he will feel powerless.

Just as he was running, he saw Yang Zhi's face lying on the ground. He was very calm, just like when this kid stood in front of him when he just entered the barracks and called him a senior.

I had just had time to take a look, and the face was overwhelmed by countless big feet.

The old whistleblower felt that there was nowhere to vent his depression. He roared wildly, avoiding a spear that pierced over, and leaned sideways, hitting heavily on a shield in front of him. The shield shook and slightly sideways. The old whistleblower had long abandoned the spear in his hand, holding a short blade wrapped around the handle with silk thread in his hand, and stabbed in through the exposed gap.

His hands trembled slightly, and he pulled out the short blade and blood dripped down.

He pressed the shield with his shoulders and felt the power above him weakening. The old whistle leader took a step forward and stopped. He knew what he would face next. He had fought with the Chu army for many years and had already been familiar with all the responses to his opponents.

In the gap, a knife suddenly slashed down, but it fell into the air because of the old whistleman's pause. As soon as the sword light passed, the old whistleman had already pounced in like lightning, hitting his head into the other party's arms, and the short blade in his hand stabbed into the other party's lower abdomen without any effort.

This is a confrontation between courage, blood and strong soldiers and sharp armor. The equipment of the Chu army is enough to sway the Qin army. Even the most ordinary soldiers are full of armor. The Qin army, like the old whistle captain with 500 people, only has a heart protection mirror on his body.

Long-range strike weapons are even more incomparable, so the Qin army was not willing to take out the few heavy weapons like their large crossbows, because even if they went to the battlefield and faced the overwhelming attacks of the Chu army, they had no room for fighting back. Qin and Chu have been fighting for many years, and the Qin people have always used their flesh and blood and bravery to compete with Chu.

This is the first time that Prince Ma Chao has stood on the battlefield personally. His trembling shouts and killing, and the flying feather arrows made his heart tremble slightly and his blood rush. This is the real battlefield, which is completely incomparable to the memorials he usually hears in the hall.

"Your Highness, the left and right wings of the Chu army have moved, and I am going to fight. Please ask Your Highness to watch the battle here." Bian Wushuang bowed and said to Ma Chao.

"General Bian will go." Ma Chao nodded.

Bian Wushuang turned his head and saw Yuan Gongfeng's words. Yuan Gongfeng nodded slightly, indicating that he knew what he meant and reassured him.

When Bian Wushuang jumped out, An Ruhai also drew out the long sword in his hand opposite.
Chapter completed!